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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years

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Day 24: Prinxiety

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 24: When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you get a brief flash-forward of your future.

Content warnings: character getting stabbed, blood, mugging, violence, storm mention, near death experience but he doesn’t die okay I couldn’t do that.

While replaying SVS in my head at work, the line “I think he’s suggesting we beat someone up and rob their unconscious body” came up. Then little old me thought, yeah, that, but make it angsty.

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Roman hadn’t been knocked down by the first hit. It had stunned him, sure, but when faced with a fight or flight response, his instinct was to hit back, and hit hard. So even with his eyes throbbing in his skull and a drop of blood trailing down his neck, he spun around to the attacker and swung, elbow cracking neatly against his nose.

The man was surprised, and for a second Roman thought he had the advantage. Until, that is, he recalled that a surprised person is a dangerous one. By that point, it was too late though, and his hands were already fumbling at the knife sticking out of his stomach. Why couldn’t he just have gone down easily?

The attacker must have pushed him farther into the alley he had sprung from, was Roman’s only thought, as he lay deadly still on the dirty New York concrete, his only sensation being the sickly warm pool of blood spreading out under him. It soaked through his shirt, an uncomfortable feeling that definitely shouldn’t be the worst thing about this situation, but he’d gone numb. He knew distantly that that was a bad thing, that the pain had started fading until it was as dim as the world around him had become, yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was dying. And that really should have alarmed him more. It was so peaceful, though, the way the streetlights blurred and shifted, the steady thrum of bass from a nearby building, his own shallow breathing.

As it was shown in every story, in all the movies, he kept waiting for his life to flash before his eyes. There were things he’d gladly see one more time; annoyed tiffs with his brother, building their treehouse, his mom planting a big kiss on his cheek on his first day of senior year. His college drama group, and their stupid shenanigans. Late night rehearsals at his first signed theatre company. Strangely, the closer he got to complete silence, the more annoyed he was that he couldn’t see it all one last time. Is that really so much to ask?

And then, all of the sudden, it was there. It was like settling into your seat in the movie theatre just as it began, reclining in a big chair and just watching it go by. However, his addled mind took far too long to realize this wasn’t in fact, his life. Or, anything he’d lived so far, that is.

He saw a man standing before him, just barely shorter than him, with a reluctant grin on his face and a blush rising in his cheeks. The guy wasn’t anyone he knew, though; he’d remember such a gorgeous face. Their hands were softly intertwined as they stood on the roof of a building, outlined by the stars and a distant flickering of a candle. Then the scene changed.

...

The man was sitting on the floor, hunched into the corner of a bedroom that Roman didn’t recognize. Like in a dream, he had no control over his actions as he lunged forward, dropping to his knees in front of his shaking form. He asked something, the exact words contorting in his brain until they were unintelligible mumbles, and the man nodded. In experienced movements, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders, running a hand through his hair and reminding him to breathe, that he’s okay. He felt a sense of protectiveness he hadn’t felt in a long time, pulling the curled up figure onto his lap until his breathing returned to normal.

...

He was on the stage, a pretty typical place for him to be, but tonight it was different. The butterflies were absolutely nuts in his stomach, and he kept scanning the audience directly after songs, in those brief seconds of pure raging applause where he could just admire the crowd. Finally, he spotted what he was looking for; a lone person sitting near the front, grinning at him like he was a puppy and it was Christmas morning. The single expression on his face was one of pure admiration, and it somehow made the butterflies both completely dissolve and increase tenfold.

...

Now they were in a park, walking side by side. His focus was carefully set on the path before them, focus switching between the gorgeous red leaves in the trees and the winding path. He recognized the park vaguely, as if he’d been there many times, and was mentally mapping out the best trail for them to go to. He wanted them to stop at the turtle pond, he knew that much. There was a pull on Roman’s arm and he looked down, heart melting at the wide grin the young girl between them was flashing. They were both holding one of her hands for balance as she toddled along, and apparently she’d tugged on both their hands, because they were both looking at her now.

“Swing me!” She giggled, using their support to keep her from falling as she lifted her feet off the ground, hopping in her best impression of a kangaroo. And how could they say no to that (they couldn’t), so they gave into her wishes, tightening their grips and counting down. On one, they both swung her forward and she exploded into shrieking laughter, not stopping until her feet were firmly on the ground once more.

“Again, again!”

...

She was older now, probably just starting school. They were in the same park as before, not that Roman could see much of it from his intense focus on the little girl, but he just knew. Her tongue was stuck out in concentration as she readjusted her elbow pads and helmet before they were perfect, and he gently held the back of her shirt as she shuffled her feet onto the pedals of the small bike. They lapped around the playground twice as she grew more confident, pedaling by herself, before Roman let go and she took off by herself.

“Dad, Papa, look! Look!”

They both laughed quietly as she continued to shout in joy, riding her bike for the first time. The other man laid his head in Roman’s shoulder, and he felt as though his heart would burst.

...

Dropping her off at college was the hardest thing the two of them had ever done. Unlike every annoyed college student stereotype, she hugged them tightly and tried not to cry, promising to call every day. Roman didn’t even pretend to try and stop the tears that trailed down his cheeks as the other man drove them back home, rubbing his hand soothingly.

“She’ll be okay.”

He couldn’t make out his own response, but he didn’t have to to know that it was positive. The man smiled lightly, pressing his hand to his lips and kissing it softly.

...

It was early Sunday morning cuddles and three AM cookie batches. It was falling asleep on the couch after cliche rom coms wrapped in fuzzy blankets and pressed together like they couldn’t get enough of each other. It was electrifying first kisses and dreamy first dates and terrifying proposals and never ending bickering, but it always ended in giggling fits and kisses where they couldn’t stop smiling. It was holding the other as a storm raged outside, the thunder making him shake, and it was spontaneous lunch dates with their daughter. It was everything Roman wanted.

...

And everything he’d never have.

As the visions faded, the world seemed just a tad clearer, and all the harsher. The knife in his stomach began to burn, white hot pain, as bad as when he’d first been stabbed. Every bone in his body screamed in agony, now the blood under him cooling and causing chills to spread through him. To his left, where the entrance to the alley was, there was some shuffling and a bright light burned through his eyelids, nearly making him flinch. He didn’t quite have the energy for that, though.

“Holy shit!”

---------------------------------------------------

Not often did Virgil walk downtown after it was dark, but when he did, he followed his own set of rules to a tee. Head down, peripheral vision on high alert, keys clutched between his fingers in his pocket. New York was hell after the sun went down, and today he had no choice but to walk the rarely trodden backroads to get home. The continuous shivers up his spine made his breath hitch, but his anxiety had gotten to the point where he couldn’t tell if it was an actual sixth sense warning or his brain deciding to panic out of sheer boredom.

As he did when walking past every even subtly suspicious dark alley, he kept his head down but searched the abyss with his eyes, ever vigilant for oncoming attackers. He’d envisioned every possible bad scenario, every mugging and kidnapping possibility down to the minute details. What he hadn’t expected, however, was the sudden barrage of unrelated images that flooded across his vision, like a chopped up movie that he had no control over.

He was looking up at a guy, maybe the handsomest he’d ever seen. His auburn hair glinted in the light of the candles set around the edge of the building, a nervous smile on his face as he showed the amazing view to him. It was beautiful, Virgil would admit, but he felt more at home in the man’s arms, more dazzled than anything the world could show him.

...

The cold grip of a panic attack was something Virgil was all too familiar with, and in his mind’s eye he could almost feel the tightness of his chest, the adrenaline pumping through him, the dizziness that every shuddered intake of breath caused. A voice called for him, somewhere else in the house, but he was unable to answer, pressing himself further into the wall to try and ground himself on something solid.

There was a thud and rapid footsteps, but instead of pulling away as he expected himself to do, he felt drawn to it. An almost tearfully gentle voice asked if he could be touched right now and he nodded immediately, wanting nothing more than to not feel alone as he was collapsing in on himself. He was lifted into someone’s arms and he felt instinctively that it was the same man from the first vision, cradling him and hushing him softly. A hand carded through his hair and the panic receded bit by bit, leaving him feeling absolutely exhausted but just as safe.

...

There was a stage before him, a grand thing with an even grander set. He was caged in by people on all sides, a fact that would usually cause those little ribbons of panic to start blooming in his chest, but he was so focussed on the actors that he didn’t have the energy. One in particular stood out to him, the lead character of the show, belting out perfect melodies with pitch perfect notes and taking on his character with no flaws. After a song, when he was taking a breather during the applause and scanning the audience, their eyes locked, and his character smile turned into one of real elation. And Virgil knew, he just knew, that this was a smile only he was privy to.

...

There was a girl tugging at their hands. Virgil didn’t know her name, but he knew that he knew her, if only by the way his eyes never left her. He was protective of her, watching her every clumsy little step so she didn’t fall, with the man on her other side looking ahead, choosing their paths and watching for bikers. It was like a little unspoken agreement they had, and his skyrocketing anxiety appreciated that. She caught his watchful eye with a gap toothed smile, expression suddenly alight with a smile. The other man looked down to her as she tugged on his arm.

“Swing me!”

So they did.

...

He hated this, but he knew deep down, if they didn’t teach her to ride her bike now, she’d never learn. She’d already been complaining that all her friends were riding bikes already. Even still, he’d refused to be the one to teach her, not wanting to be responsible for any scratched knees or broken arms or cracked skulls or-

He was gnawing on his fingernails as she fixed her helmet and elbow pads, drawing blood in his cuticle when she finally started moving. It was more of a restrained wobble, what with the man holding her steady, but to his equal horror and excitement, she got the hang of it quickly. It was barely two laps of the playground before she broke free of his grip, with an exuberant shout.

“Dad, Papa, look! Look!”

The man stood next to him proudly, panting slightly from the run, and Virgil smiled, resting his head on the other’s shoulder as they watched their daughter. His anxiety immediately lessened as he placed a tender kiss on Virgil’s head.

...

She grew up far too quick for either of their likings; it seemed only yesterday that they were taking their baby girl home for the first time, when in fact they were now pulling up to her first college dorm. While he was generally the anxious one of the family, his partner was definitely the dramatic one. Not in a bad way (most of the time), but it was enough to know that Virgil would definitely need to be the strong one today. It wouldn’t help anyone if all three of them broke down. He offered to drive, since the other man was too tear clogged to even see the road.

He reached over and took his hand as they pulled out of the campus, letting his thumb rub over the knuckles.

“She’ll be okay.”

“I know. She has us as parents, duh. I just... miss her already.”

Virgil smiled, still keeping his stoic face on. He’d cry later. For now, in a move that was very much the other’s specialty, not his, he lifted their joined hands to his lips and kissed them.

...

It was never ending hugs after hard days and midnight dance parties to old songs. It was learning new recipes in the kitchen and settling for take out when it all inevitably went downhill, and holding hands while brushing their teeth like they couldn’t get enough of each other. It was terrifying first kisses and nerve-wracking first dates and unforgettable proposals and never ending bickering, but it always ended in giggling fits and kisses where they couldn’t stop smiling. It was clutching onto the other as a storm raged outside, every lightning flash bringing new rounds of choked sobs (it was still scary, but for the first time in his life, he wasn’t alone), and it was dress shopping with their daughter for her first dance. It was everything Virgil wanted.

...

Everything he’d never thought he’d have.

He blinked rapidly, his chest tightening. From all the stories he’d heard, that was definitely a soulmate vision. Meaning, he’d just seen his soulmate for the first time, but he hadn’t seen anyone.

Had he?

Squinting in the inky darkness, he peered down the alley he was passing. There was a lump on the ground, which could be a person, but could just as easily be a garbage bag. He very much hoped it was not a person, despite what that would mean for his confusing visions. He fumbled his phone out of his pocket, turning on the flashlight setting, and shone it towards the alley.

“Holy shit!” He yelped before he could stop himself, sprinting forward like his soulmate had in the vision and dropping to his knees, ignoring the way the man’s blood soaked through the legs of his jeans. “Holy shit. Holy shit. Oh god. Are you awake? Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

The man was still for a moment, unmoving, before he let out a low groan. His hand twitched by his side and Virgil immediately took it, social anxiety be damned. It was cold.

“Keep… I don’t know, keep breathing, okay? I’m gonna call an ambulance, just hang on. Don’t die, dude, I’m serious.” The two rings it took for the emergency operator to pick up the phone were the most tense seconds of Virgil’s life, and he almost started crying when a voice spoke from the other line.

“I need an ambulance,” He choked out, describing their location as best he could. The operator kept speaking to him, drilling in him to not touch the knife and to apply pressure around it, asking question after question, but her all-too-calm voice was too much for Virgil and he hung up. She'd already assured that an ambulance was coming, anyways.

With shaking hands, he turned the flashlight back towards the man on the ground, apologizing when he squeezed his eyes tight at the light. His eyes were both swollen, an abundance of black and blue bruises bleeding down to his lips. He was wearing too much, and was too still, to tell if anything else was hurt on him (aside from the jarring knife, which Virgil was trying hard not to look at). Whether he was shaking from fear or pain, Virgil couldn’t identify. He apologized again, placing his phone on the ground and pushed in around the wound, trying to apply pressure without causing more damage.

His repeated apologies were unable to actually prevent any pain, though, and the moment he made significant contact, the man hissed loudly, eyes shooting wide open.

“I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry. Please don’t move,” Virgil stammered, shocked when the man actually gave a weak, blood stained smile.

“Don’ think... I could ‘f I... w’nted to,” He breathed, words slurring and breath stuttering. The rise and fall of his chest was so shallow, Virgil doubted he was getting any air at all.

“Don’t die, okay dude? It’s gonna look real bad on me if they get here and you’re dead,” Virgil blurted, letting the tiniest smidge of sarcasm into his voice. To his surprise, the man actually gave a small snort.

“Wouldn’t... w’nt you to look... guilty.”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” Virgil smiled shakily, adjusting his fingers lightly around the knife, wincing at the hiss of pain it elicited. “Sorry. What’s your name?”

“Roman,” He whispered as his eyelids began to flutter, eyes losing their brief focus.

“Hey, no no no. Look at me, Roman. My name’s Virgil.”

“V’rgil… Like that name.” Even through his increasing haziness, he was doing his best to listen to the instructions from the other man. Blinking rapidly, he tried to study the blurry face of the man above him. He could just make out his dark hair and eyes, and a faint purple shimmer across his lids. The other details were just a tan blob.

“Yeah, you’re probably the first. My mom thought it was unique, or whatever.”

“I like it.”

“I’m glad.”

“Can you stay with me?” Roman croaked, gaze flitting between the few features of the other’s face that he could see. “I don’t want to die alone.”

“You’re not going to die!” Virgil said vehemently, though his heart broke at the request. Did this guy really think he would just leave him as he was? “You can’t.”

“I’m scared,” Roman whispered, and in the dim light of the street lamps, Virgil could see the glossy tears filling his swollen eyes.

“I know you are. I am, too. But I’m not leaving, okay? I’m staying here; I’m not leaving you alone. Stay awake for me, okay?” Virgil got a tiny nod in affirmation in response, and he shifted his hands again so he was pressing around the knife with only one. The other one was sticky with blood, but that wasn’t important, as he reached down and took Roman’s hand in his own.

Roman kept his promise, as difficult as it was, and kept his eyes open and focused on Virgil until a flurry of sirens and flashing lights lit up the alley.

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gay-otlc · 3 years

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A Risk I Want To Take

Summary: Pyrokinetics were never destined for happiness, and when Marella grows painfully aware that she could lose control and hurt the people she loves, she has to decide whether loving Linh is a risk she's willing to take.

Content warnings: (Imagined) death, cursing

Words: 2349

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"-Linh!" Marella screams, her eyes flying open. Wildly, she flings her arm out, searching for her girlfriend. It's cold; her blanket must have been thrown off the bed. She can't breathe. Distantly, she notices her cheeks are wet. She barely registers any of this, too panicked to think of anything but finding Linh.

Or... will she never find Linh? Did that really happen? Is Linh really dead?

Did that happen long ago, and her dreams were simply memories? It's so hard to make the distinction. Her brain is foggy with exhaustion and messy with panic, she can't think straight. She thinks she and Linh went on a date together just last night, but maybe that happened a million years ago. Maybe it all happened a million years ago; her life before Linh, and when they met, when they fell in love, all their time together. Maybe it's been a million years since Linh turned from a girl filled with life and kindness and beauty into a pile of ashes, since Marella destroyed her.

Maybe none of that ever existed. Maybe the only thing that's really real is right now, Marella, sitting upright in her bed in a cold sweat, frantically looking around the room as she still sees Linh dying every time she closes her eyes.

Marella knows she would never do anything to hurt Linh- or at least, she thinks that. She thinks that. But can she have one hundred percent certainty, really? Because it's never a guarantee that Marella is safe. She's a ticking time bomb, really. In recent years, she's gotten much better at controlling her outbursts of fire, but they aren't impossible. Panic attacks nearly made her burn her house down multiple times; they would have if Linh hadn't extinguished the fire. If she got upset enough, she might have burst into flame once again, and destroyed everything around her.

The longer she thinks about it, the more she's convinced of it; when she went to sleep last night, her mind simply decided to recount the time she killed her girlfriend, rather than fabricating something fictional from her fears. That had to be it. Memories and nightmares are all blending together in Marella's mind, together forming a cold, gnawing fear, and the sound of Linh's tortured screams.

She holds out her hand, palm facing upward. Her eyes close for a second, then open again. Little flames spark from her fingertips. She watches the fire, its golden glow calming her down, strangely.

How could something so beautiful have killed Linh?

...

"I may be the Pyrokinetic, but you make my heart melt," Marella blurts. In her defense, Linh looks especially beautiful today. It's their first date, and Linh is wearing a light blue mermaid-style dress and has her silver-tipped hair braided, draped over her light brown bare shoulder. For what must be the millionth time since Linh agreed to this, Marella wonders how she could have ever gotten a date with someone so incredible.

As she realizes what came out of her mouth, she cringes, wishing for the ground to swallow her whole.

Luckily, Linh must have found it cute, because she smiles. "I may be the Hydrokinetic, but I'm drowning in your eyes," Linh responds, and Marella feels her face get hot.

"Um- uh- thank you," she stammers.

Linh's smile grows wider. She holds out her hand to Marella, who does her best not to grin like an idiot as she takes it. Their hands fit together perfectly, and Marella never wants to let go. And somehow, it gets better. Linh leans over, closer, and presses her lips softly against Marella's cheek.

Marella isn't convinced she's a person anymore. Maybe she's just an entity of excited butterflies.

If she could have frozen time at any moment, she would choose to live right then forever. Even if that isn't possible, she wants to be with Linh forever.

...

Somewhere, deep inside Marella, something points out that maybe Linh isn't really dead. Maybe it really was just a dream.

Marella finds it hard to believe that. Of course she's killed Linh, of course she'd gotten too close and ruined the best thing in her life, of course she had. That seemed incredibly in character for her. A Pyrokinetic, right? Fintan had told her once that Pyrokinetics were never destined for happiness. Linh had assured her that he was wrong, Marella would be the exception, her life didn't have to be ruled by his misery. Linh said they could find happiness together.

Foolishly, Marella had believed her.

Pyrokinetics were never destined for happiness, and she isn't an exception. Why had she thought she could be? Marella is nothing but dangerous, fire and smoke and destruction. No one should ever love her. Even if she doesn't have bad intentions, that doesn't matter; whether or not it's intentional, the result is the same. The world is in flames. Linh is dead.

Shouldn't she have known this would happen? There's a reason Pyrokinetics were banned, and it's because they're too dangerous to be allowed around anyone else. The Council was generally wrong, but even a stopped clock is right twice a day, and they were right about this. She should have listened to them and isolated herself, because maybe she would be miserable, but everyone else would be safe.

That's what they had said she should do.

Why hadn't she listened to them?

Every time she felt herself growing warmer, something angry and hot grow in her chest, her fingertips tingle with the desire for flame, she heard their voices in her head; You are not safe. Every time, she regretted not listening.

It wasn't hard at all to believe she had lost control eventually, not at all. The details are fuzzy, but it could have happened, and that means it probably did, and Marella has never felt so scared, not in all those times the Neveseen nearly killed her. Never.

"Linh?" she calls again, not expecting a response. She loves the way Linh's name sounds on her lips, full of soft warmth and light and love. It's nothing like that now; panicked and cold. "Linh, please answer me!"

Silence.

"Linh!" she screams.

It's soft, but Marella's sure she hears it: "What?"

"Linh!"

Footsteps sound outside her door, and it swings open. The lights flick on, and Linh is there. Her jet black hair is messy, face wrinkled in confusion. "Are you alright?"

A choked sob escapes Marella's lips.

...

"Don't fucking tell me I'm not allowed to see her!" yells Marella. "She's- She's my girlfriend, she's fucking everything to me. I love her! I fucking love her, and she's fucking dying, and I want to see her!"

Without waiting for a response, she wrestles the door open and runs in.

Everything freezes. The world falls apart; everything seems wrong somehow, like it's all been altered, and nothing will ever be right again. Marella can't move, maybe she's breathing, maybe she isn't- she can't tell. Linh might not have died yet, but it doesn't look like her odds are good. Her chest is rising and falling so slowly. Scarlet pools at her side and onto the bedsheets. She looks so fragile.

So corpselike.

Furiously, Marella swipes a sleeve across her eyes and takes a seat beside Linh. She takes Linh's hand- freezing cold and limp- in hers, squeezing it like she'll never let go. "Linh," she whispers, and then all of her efforts to hold herself together come undone. "It's not- it's not fucking fair," she sobs. "Not fucking fair. We just got together; you said you liked me, and we went on a date, and you kissed me on the cheek, and I knew I wanted things to stay that way forever. I knew I loved you. And then you go get fucking stabbed! It isn't fair!"

Linh doesn't respond.

"I love you!" she shouts. "Linh, I'm in love with you, because you're the most incredible person I have ever met in my life, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You're kind and caring and funny and sweet and brave and beautiful and a million other things, if I listed everything I loved about you, it would take an eternity. But we don't have the eternity we deserve; I don't know how much time we have, but I want it to be longer than the next few minutes. Please, Linh, you have to wake up, so I can tell you all the reasons I love you, and we can fall in love over and over again, every time we look at each other, and we can get married, and we can get old together, and we can watch the world change, and we can have forever. I love you, and I want that, but you have to wake up. So please, Linh, don't die. You're not allowed to die. I won't let you, because I fucking love you!"

Linh doesn't respond.

Of course she doesn't. This isn't some cheesy romance story, a badly written cliche. This is real life, and miracles don't happen in real life.

"I love you, Linh," she repeats. "I'll love you forever. Even when you're gone."

She presses a kiss to Linh's knuckles, and then backs her chair up a few inches so she can curl into herself and cry.

An hour passes, and Linh doesn't die. Then another, and she's still hanging on to life. She survives the next hour, and the next, and then next, until Marella's been by her side for a full day and Linh is still alive.

She wakes up after three days, and Marella holds Linh more tightly than she was aware was possible, and whispers I love you over and over again until it no longer sounds like words. Linh is back, and she'll never want anything again, because she could not be happier.

...

"You're alive," Marella breathes, feeling incomprehensible relief wash over her. She springs up to hug Linh tightly.

Linh squeezes back after a moment of pause. "Um... yes. I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I killed you!"

Gently, Linh untangles herself from Marella's desperate embrace. "Darling, I love you so much, but you're not making any sense." She bends down to kiss Marella's forehead and takes her hand, leading her back to the bed, where the mattress bends slightly as she sits down. Marella sits beside her, but slides away, just in case she sets Linh on fire for real this time. "What happened? Are you alright?"

Marella is shaking. Has she been shaking this hard the whole time? And she thinks there are fresh tears on her cheeks. "I- I had a nightmare," she whispers, feeling stupid as she says it. Panic washes over her again as she remembers how it felt to watch Linh be consumed by Marella's own flames, to watch Linh die. "We had an argument, and I- I lost control of my Pyrokinesis, and you died. And- and I could have stopped it, but I was mad, and I did no-nothing when you screamed for help, and I didn't care that you were dying. I didn't care!"

"Oh, darling, that sounds horrible. I'm so sorry," says Linh, opening her arms for another hug. Fear flares up in Marella's chest, and she slides away again, shaking her head. Why is Linh apologizing to her? She should be the one apologizing- for being dangerous, for being such a mess, for not caring. "Marella, you don't have to be afraid of hugging me. You wouldn't do that for real. I'll be alright."

"You don't know that," Marella argues.

"No, I'm not absolutely, one hundred percent certain that you will not light me on fire. But I'm fairly sure, and I love you, so I'm willing to take that risk."

"Well, I'm not." It was the most terrifying experience of Marella's life when she thought she had killed Linh, and she never wants to risk feeling anything like that ever again.

"Marella, I know you're not a bad person," Linh says, and even though Marella knows it's a lie, it still sounds nice. "I know you're guilty about having not helped me in your nightmare, but you're so terrified right now- that's proof that you care about me. It was a nightmare, Marella, that doesn't define you."

"But- but it could happen in real life. It could happen. I could hurt you so easily. You'd be safer if you just stayed away from me."

Linh takes Marella's hands in hers, squeezing them tighter when Marella tries to pull back, and looks her in the eyes. "I'd be safer, maybe, but I wouldn't be happier, and I love you so much. You're a risk I want to take."

"I don't want you to-"

"I know it's scary," Linh says. "I know you're scared of hurting me, and I love you for trying to protect me. But I know what it's like to be dangerous, and to be terrified of hurting the people you love, and I know isolating yourself won't help. Nothing I say is going to make all the fear go away, but I want you to know; I love you, Marella Redek. I love all of the wonderful things about you, and I love all of your flaws, and I love your Pyrokinesis too, because it's a part of you, and I love all of you. Loving someone is always a risk you take, because when let yourself be vulnerable with someone, you risk them hurting you, and you choose to love them anyway, because sometimes happiness is more important than safety. Loving you is a small risk compared to the enormity of my love for you, and you're more important than the safety I'd get from always avoiding Pyrokinetics. You're a risk I want to take. Do you feel the same way?"

It's terrifying. Marella is terrified. Hurting Linh is, without a doubt, the most terrifying thing there is. And yet... loving Linh is the most wonderful. "Yeah," she says finally, quietly. "You're a risk I want to take."

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tomiokai · 4 years

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts || Spencer Reid

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A/N: This is a fic I have wanted to write for a long time, and I have read this concept a whole bunch of times from different fandom so it isn’t my original idea. Kudos to whoever made this idea first, I love it, but I did want to write one with my own twist. So yeah, enjoy. I don’t drink so bare with me. Maybe a happy part two, possibly.

Please don’t copy my works, but if you do want to use it as inspiration please give me credit, at least tag me. I do read a lot and when I see my ideas getting stolen and then turned into new stories it really hurts me.

Summary: After Y/n and Spencer’s one-sided breakup, Y/n gets drunk on their breakup anniversary and calls Spencer and admits that she still loves him and that she is mothering his child. This is after prison Spencer so he isn’t as nice!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Angst

Warnings: Angst. Not a happy ending, I really wanted it to be a happy ending but life sucks so whatever. Alcohol obviously. Have your tissues ready if you are sensitive. Swearing.

Word Count: 3.2k

“I’m sorry Y/n but I don’t love you anymore. Everything about us is just so complicated. We’re always fighting and arguing, and my job is very stressful and time-consuming, our fire burned out a long time ago and we just don’t belong together anymore. I just can’t do this with you, I’m sorry and I hope you’ll find someone else and please forgive me one day”

Those were the words that ended our 2-year relationship. Spencer didn’t love me anymore. He left me standing there in the rain outside of the BAU, 10 o’clock at night, in the dark, alone. He walked away from me, from our child that he didn’t even know about, I was going to tell him but he left before I could. And I knew that if I told him about our child I would burden him with our child. With me.

Of course the team was devastated when they were informed that we had broken up.

Garcia, JJ, Emily, and I still hang out regularly, we would go to nightclubs, and bars and all sorts of fun places together, we never lost our connection with each other. Spencer was a topic that was never brought up when we hung out, but when he was the whole mood would be killed.

Rossi and I would meet up every second Saturday of the month and we would have a nice dinner together and talk, nothing romantic, only a father-daughter relationship. He was also the godfather to Spencer and I’s child. And of course Penelope was the godmother, it was a tough decision between the girls, but since Penelope had the least dangerous part of the job she was the best choice.

Henry Y/l/n Reid was the beautiful baby boy I had given birth to on October 31 weighing 7.6 pounds. A coincidence to say the least, it was on Spencer’s favorite holiday. He took up almost all of Spencer’s facial features, only leaving Henry with my y/h/c hair, and plump lips. He looked too much like Spencer, anyone who looked at Henry would immediately assume he was Spencer’s. When I was in labor, practically the whole team came rushing to the hospital leaving Spencer alone at the BAU for a few hours. I had made everyone keep it a secret to not tell Spencer until I decided too and so when they had gone back they all had their own excuses. It has been two years since our breakup, I had raised him myself, along with the girls, and Rossi. It was hard being a single mother, 2-year-old Henry had definitely inherited Spencer’s genius brain and had on multiple occasions asked where his daddy was. Every time the answer would be, “Daddy has a very busy job and doesn’t have time, he travels a lot, but he’s coming back really soon”. And that was how it went every single day for two years.

On many occasions JJ would suggest I tell Spencer but every time I would decline and say, “not yet”.

All this time I was still madly in love with Spencer. Every night I would cry myself to sleep knowing the person I loved the most other than Henry didn’t love me back. He had moved on, on several occasions Emily would come to tell me about the girls she would see Spencer flirting with. It wasn’t something I wanted to know, but I needed to know. A very small part of my heart suggests that if I had told Spencer the night I found out about Henry he would have never left me, but Spencer had stopped loving me long before that and telling him would burden him to me. I loved him, so so much, and it was all my fault he didn’t love me back. Rossi, every time we met up would tell me it wasn’t my fault that Spencer had fallen out of love with me, but deep down inside of me it felt like it was. Maybe it was because of Maeve, maybe not.

Laying in bed crying, that is exactly what I was doing right this moment. The tears spilling out of my eyes staining the plush white pillow under my head, my body curled in the fetal position. Trembling, shaking, coldness, and the choked sobs from my lips filled the air. Henry completely oblivious of what's happening, was sleeping in the room next door. Whenever Henry saw me cry he would wrap me in a tight long hug, his small arms squeezing me tightly, his cheek on my shoulders, he never said anything, just hugged me. He truly was a smart little boy.

Tonight's tears were different. They didn’t just come out of my eyes, they poured out. Today marked the official 2 year break up anniversary, two whole years knowing the person you loved the most probably had someone else on their mind.

‘He never loved you.’

‘He’s too good for you.’

‘He hates you.’

‘He loves someone else.’

‘He wants nothing to do with you.’

‘He left you alone.’

‘YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH, THAT’S WHY HE LEFT YOU.’

‘YOU'RE A WHORE.’

‘YOU'RE UGLY.’

‘YOU DON’T DESERVE LOVE.”

The voices never stopped, slapping at my brain. The pounding just got worse whenever I tried to ignore it.

That's it. I bolted up from my bed and started walking towards the kitchen. Wine, Vodka, Beer, all those sounded great right now. And you know what that’s exactly what's going to happen. To get wasted. I’m never this reckless, but tonight, tonight was an exception, it hurt too much, the pain jabbing at my heart was too much to handle.

I stomped quietly down the halls of my apartment and swung the kitchen cabinet door that held the booze open. Nothing.

Plan b.

Grabbing the skimpiest dress I owned I threw it on and taped up on some light makeup. The dress I had on looked so slutty I almost decided to just cancel my plans, the dress was a deep dark shade of emerald green, it had almost the thinnest straps, a plunging neckline, and a skirt that stopped at the top of my thighs. For makeup a smokey eye with gold and blood-red lipstick. I grabbed my long y/h/c hair and pulled it into a slick, tight ponytail at the top of my head and turned to the bathroom mirror. I looked like a desperate whore, I had thought to myself as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The jabbing was not going to let me rest so I threw my stupid thoughts about being a whore out of my head and called Rossi.

David picked up on the third ring.

“Y/n why are you calling me at 10:30pm?” David’s voice came from the other end.

“I’m so sorry David for waking you up so late but could you please please please come to my apartment and watch Henry for a few hours? He’s asleep already! All you have to do is listen for him.” My voice pleaded, sounding more desperate than the time I begged Spencer to come back.

“Fine, but you owe me a coffee tomorrow,” David answered shuffling around his apartment for a coat and his keys. “I’ll be there in 3 minutes.

“Thank you, see you,” I said into the phone and hung up.

Three minutes passed and as Rossi promised he showed up.

I swung the door open as soon as I heard the knock on the door.

Rossi just stood there looking at me with a disapproving look on his face. I could tell he already knew what I was up to. After all he is a profiler.

I stepped aside so David could step in.

“I’m only doing this because I know you need this,” Rossi said stepping in.

“Thank you,” I said a small smile on my face.

“Be safe okay? And don’t do anything you’ll regret.” David said, taking off his coat and sitting down in the armchair by the tv.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a few hours and the guest room is always open.” I said grabbing my purse and closing the door.

I called a cab to take me to the most popular night club. The more people the better. The driver kept eyeing me throughout the entire car ride, and I get why, I did dress like a lady that wanted nothing but attention.

When we stopped in front of the club, I jumped out and threw my money to the driver before he could say anything and walked away and into the club.

The club was crowded as I had suspected, this was good this way I blended in.

As I made my way to the bar part of the club, I felt insane amounts of prying eyes on me, but I chose to ignore all of them.

“I’d like the strongest drink you have here,” I said to the bartender as I slapped down a few bucks.

“Break up?” The bartender asked as he picked up the money.

“You can say that,” I said holding the tears back.

I waited as the male bartender, Elliot I had read on his tag, prepared my drink. All around me were couples dancing and grinding against each other. Jealousy. that's what I was feeling right now at the moment.

The bartender brought back my drink and I downed it in a matter of seconds. What came afterward hit strong. The drink made my mind fuzzy and fluffy. That’s good. I wanted to feel the clouds. Right?

“I’ll take three more of these.” I slurred already dizzy.

“I’m sorry miss but you can’t have more than three of these, they are very strong.” The bartender said back.

“I’ll pay double,” I answered.

“I’m sorry miss, but it's against policy, and I have a good idea how you are feeling, and it may seem like a good idea right now, but it’ll suck later,” Elliot responds back.

“Fine, two more than,” I said handing him more bills.

He took the money without any words and walked to the back to prepare the drinks. I may be no profiler but I can sure as hell tell he thinks I’m psychotic.

Elliot brought back my drinks, and I gave him a quick thanks. I grabbed my second glass and stared around me again. Happy couples everywhere. Ugh. I downed my second glass as an attractive man approached me.

“Hey pretty lady, mind if I take you home for tonight?” The man asked.

I thought about it. I really did. But I loved Spencer way too much. “No thank you,” I answered.

“Come on.” The man said, grabbing my hand roughly. His face dangerously close to mine that I could smell his disgusting breath.

“NO THANKS,” I repeated trying to pull my wrists away.

His hand tightened against my arm. “Come on you whore! You're basically asking for it by the way you're dressed.” The man spat.

I started struggling and pulling but the man wouldn’t let go one bit.

“Hey let her go, the lady said no,” Elliot said approaching the counter towards us.

The man looked at me in disgust and let go of my wrists and walked away stomping his feet.

“Thanks,” I said as tears started spilling out of my eyes.

“Yeah no problem, be safe okay?” He asked.

“Yeah okay,” I answered as I chugged my last glass of alcohol.

I stood up, wobbling, and tried my best to make my way out of the club.

I could still hear the music as I walked out of the club. It was pouring rain outside. Great. My stupid ass didn’t bring a jacket. I saw a phone booth a few feet away and I quickly made my way to it, tripping and stumbling a bit. Everything around me was spinning and I felt like I could be flying right now. I closed the door to the phone booth and just clutched to the wall as I tried to sort out all my thoughts.

Then an idea struck me. Call Spencer Reid.

If I wasn’t drunk I wouldn’t have done it, but now it was too late, the numbers were already dialed, and the phone was already against my ear.

On the fifth ring he picked up. He picked up. Picked up. He actually picked up.

“Hello?” Came Spencer's angelic voice, although he sounded pissed.

“Spencer? Is- Is that you?” I slurred stuttering like crazy. I already knew but I had to make sure.

“Y/n is that you? Why do you sound drunk?” Spencer’s voice came.

“Of course dummy I’m drunk, why else would I be calling.” I laughed, bubbly hiccups erupting my mouth.

“Why are you calling me y/n, it's one in the morning and I’m kind of busy.” He said, definitely pissed. “Wait are you outside?”

“Y-yes,” I answered back.

There was a long pause.

What I said next was not something I would have said if I wasn’t pissed drunk. “I really miss you Spence. And, and I love you so much and I hate that you left m-”

“Stop Y/n I don’t want to hear it. I told you two years ago that I don't love you.” Spencer stopped me.

“Spencer please, please, please. I’m s-s-sorry for whatever i- I did.” I sobbed tears, definitely pouring out of my eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I told you a million ti-.” Before he could finish, a female voice came on. “Hey babe who is that?”

CRACK. That was my heartbreaking.

“I’m not your babe Amanda.” I barely hear, my choked sobs were stopping me from focusing on anything.

“Is-is that a woman?” I clocked out.

“Yes it is, I told you I was kinda busy.” Spencer spat.

That’s it. That’s when I snapped. “THAT’S IT IF YOU’RE GOING TO SLEEP WITH OTHER WOMEN, I WON’T LET YOU MEET HENRY, YOU BASTARD,” I screamed into the poor phone.

My eyes immediately popped open in horror as I realized what I just yelled. I slapped my hand to my mouth in horror. Tears definitely still pouring out my eyes.

“Who’s Henry?” Spencer asked.

“NO. NO. NO. NO.” I screamed on the phone, still in denial.

“Get dressed and get out of my house. GO!” I heard Spencer from a distance. “I’m coming to pick you up,” Spencer said to me.

“Why would you fucking do that?” I cried.

“Because obviously you’re bat shit drunk Y/n. And plus if I left you to die in a random phone box somewhere. Rossi’s going to strangle me. Where are you?” Spencer exclaimed.

“I-I’m on third street in front of the club,” I answered calming down.

“Okay bye.” He said and hung up.

“BITCH!” I yelled into the deadline.

Oh god I’m going to throw up. I ran out of the phone booth and thankfully my hair is already pulled back. I basically threw up everything I ate for dinner. I rubbed my lips with my arm and saw that my red lipstick was rubbed on my arms which only meant one thing it was rubbed on my cheek too.

I stood by the side of the road both hands in front of me holding my handbag, drenched in rainwater, Mascara running down my soaked cheeks, lipstick smudged. And that’s exactly how I looked when Spencer pulled up on the side of the road.

Spencer pulled the door open from his seat and motioned me into his car. I climbed into the car and grabbed the seat belt to fasten it but my head was so spiny it was impossible. Spencer grabbed the seat belt from my hands and roughly shoved it in.

“God you look like a cheap whore,” Spencer stated as he pulled away from the crib.

“I KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUB IT IN,” I yelled, frustrated.

“Jesus women calm down I’m just saying,” Spencer said calmly, eyes never leaving the road.

I sat there in silence frustrated as hell.

“So who’s Henry? Your new boyfriend?” Spencer sneered.

On any other day when I’m sober I would have played along with it, but no.

“No,” I answered staring straight ahead.

“Then who is he?” Spencer asked, turning his head to me.

“No one.” I spat, making eye contact with him.

“You can’t just bring a random guy up and not tell me!” Spencer said, clearly frustrated.

“YES I CAN,” I yelled.

“JUST TELL ME JESUS CHRIST.” He yelled back.

I bit my lip as I started balling my eyes out.

“Just tell me.” Spencer urged.

“HE’S YOUR TWO-YEAR-OLD SON. OKAY NOW DROP IT!” I snapped.

His eyes widened in surprise. I looked at him in horror, slapping my hand to my mouth.

“I have a son?” Spencer asked, amazed, but also looking angry. “And you didn’t tell me for two years?”

I just nodded covering the rest of my face crying into my hands.

“When were you going to tell me?” He asked.

I didn’t answer.

“WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?” Spencer yelled.

I looked up at him and his face was all red and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“I don’t know.” I choked out.

We neared my apartment building and Spencer parked his car. “Get out, I’ll call you when I’m less pissed at you.” Spencer managed between clenched teeth.

I just sat there cause I really didn’t know what to do.

“I SAID GET OUT OF MY CAR NOW!” Spencer yelled, his hands in the air now.

“OKAY, BYE,” I screamed back and got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Spencer immediately drove away, no hesitation, and never looked back.

I climbed the stairs to my apartment, tears still pouring out my eyes, dress still soaked, and makeup all over.

When I opened my apartment door Rossi stood up and looked at me. With one look Rossi knew and ran towards me to wrap me in a very tight hug

I dropped my bag onto the floor and hugged Rossi back, crying into his shoulder as he patted my wet hair.

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Pairing - Bill Denbrough x reader

Word Count - 4,756

A/N - I’ve only been on my trip to the Caymans for a day and they are already going to be closing the airports in less than a week. yay me. but school is officially out for the rest of the month so I should have a ton more free time to write. not too excited about that though cause it’s my senior year and I’m afraid I’m going to miss out on a lot of the things I was looking forward to doing as a senior :(( anyways, how is everyone doing with the virus going on? I hope everyone is healthy and okay! enjoy this chapter!

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Y/N Uris had thought her parents divorce would be the biggest surprise she got that summer. Then came the killer clown turning into her worst nightmares and the Losers Club breaking up. But nothing could prepare her for almost a month after the incident when she opened the door someone had been furiously knocking on to find Bill Denbrough standing there.

The sight of him was enough to knock the air from her lungs, her eyes widening in surprise while Bill stared at her in equal shock with his hand still frozen in the air like he was about to knock on the door again.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy in shock because she still couldn't quite believe her eyes. She hadn't talked to Bill in a month. What was he doing here?

"Y/N," Bill breathed out, trying desperately to calm his frantically beating heart. How was it that just the mere sight of her was able to send his nerves into overdrive and make his brain go fuzzy when only moments before he had been the most confident he had ever been?

"What are you. . .what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, swallowing thickly as she looked to the boy in worry. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?"

Bill swore he about swooned at that. For even after the way they had ended things and a month of not talking, she was still concerned for his wellbeing.

It took him a moment before he was able to snap back to reality and he nodded his head, finally letting his hand fall back down to his side. "Yes, I'm. . .I'm fine. B-B-But Beverly is not," he said making the girl tense, her eyes widening once again.

"Beverly? What's wrong with Beverly?" Y/N questioned, now on high alert.

"I-I-I went to go visit her because I needed some advice about s-s-something, but when I got there it was like no one was home. I don't know how it h-h-happened but I ended up going towards the bathroom and I found a message wr-wr-written in blood on the wall," Bill explained while Y/N stared at him in horror, her mouth going dry while her stomach began to grow queasy. The young girl shook her head slightly, not wanting Bill to say the words that she knew he was about to say.

"It's got Beverly, Y/N. It has her."

Y/N didn't respond for a moment and Bill had never been more terrified in his life wondering what she was going to do next. Would she slam the door in his face? Maybe laugh? Would she even want to help? Who was he kidding, of course she would want to help. He was just wondering if she would forgive him or not.

"I'll go tell Stanley and then we can go get the others," Y/N finally said, nodding her head slightly as she let out a shaky breath. She didn't care if she was scared or not. Beverly was in trouble and Y/N would always do whatever it takes to keep her friends safe.

Bill barely had time to get over his surprise before Y/N was turning to head back into the house and find Stan. However, she hadn't even taken a step before Bill's hand suddenly lunged out, gently grasping onto the girl's wrist and causing her to jump in surprise before turning to look at him with a soft yet questioning look on her face.

"Bill?" Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over his face in confusion.

Bill merely stared at her with his mouth opening and closing for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts. It took a second but he finally managed to swallow his nerves before he whispered, "I'm sorry."

Y/N froze at that and Bill looked down at the ground as he gently moved his hand from the girl's wrist to her hand. He used both of his hands to hold onto it tight as he began to speak.

"I'm s-s-sorry for what happened a month ago. Me risking your life and the lives of our fr-fr-friends wasn't cool and I'm sorry for the way that I acted. S-S-Seeing you walk away from me that day was the worst feeling in the world and n-n-not having you by my side for the past month was just as bad. I'm just. . .I'm s-s-so sorry," Bill muttered, his voice shaky as he gripped onto the girl's hands.

Y/N was silent for a moment as she stared at the boy, her gaze softening more and more by the second before she let out a small sigh and lunged out to wrap her arms around the boy. Bill stumbled back slightly, but managed to steady himself before looking down to see Y/N hugging him tightly with her head against his chest.

"I'm sorry too," she whispered. "For everything."

Bill blinked in surprise before melting into the girl's hold and wrapping his arms around her. He laid his head on top of hers and held her as close to his body as possible, squeezing his eyes shut tightly like he was afraid he would open them only to find that Y/N was gone.

Both of them could've stood there forever in each other's arms, relishing in the feeling of getting to hold each other once again, but they knew that their friend's life was at stake so they hesitantly pulled away to look at each other.

Bill kept his arms wrapped around the girl's waist while Y/N's hands fell down to rest on his arms. The two stared at each other and couldn't help but blush at just how close they were. Bill could feel his heart beating furiously in his chest and he desperately hoped Y/N couldn't hear it, but if anyone could, it wouldn't have been Y/N for hers was beating just as loud.

"I've missed you," Y/N finally admitted, her words making Bill's stomach erupt with butterflies while an effortless grin appeared on his face in response.

"I've missed you too," he whispered, the two's noses brushing against each other once before both realized that they had to pull away.

Reluctantly, the two pulled away and Bill dropped his hold from the girl. Y/N gave him the softest of smiles and Bill returned it before the girl turned and went to go get her cousin.

She returned moments later with Stan by her side and before they knew it, Bill and Stan were hugging as well, both boys happy to have their friend back by their side. Y/N couldn't help but smile as she watched the two, knowing that these little reunions were about to happen for each of her friends as they slowly got back together again.

The Loser's Club was officially back in business.

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Y/N wasn't quite sure what to feel as she rode down the street on her cousin's bike with the Losers by her side. Reuniting with her friends was probably the happiest she had ever felt in her life, but it was all off for the simple reason that Beverly wasn't there.

Y/N had missed them all and if the hugs she had received in return weren't proof enough that they had missed her too, then she wasn't sure what could prove that. Having already reconciled with Bill, Richie, and Eddie, that left only Ben and Mike for Y/N to reunite with and boy had she missed those two.

Mike hugged her as if he was afraid of losing her again which maybe he was seeing as from the stories he had told Y/N, he hadn't really had any friends up until the Losers Club. The moment she saved him from Bowers was the first act of kindness anyone in the town had shown him, so to say he had missed the girl was an understatement.

Then came Ben who, as the new kid in town, didn't have anyone else except for the Losers. They were without a doubt his best friends and he had even teared up out of pure relief once the other Losers had shown up on his doorstep and Y/N had pulled him in for a hug.

But now that they were all together again, minus Beverly who they were on their way to save, the group was biking through the small town of Derry on their way to the Well House to save their friend.

Mike had been smart enough to bring the gun he used for killing sheep and that plus the fact that she had her friends by her side were the only source of comfort Y/N looked to as the group came to a stop in front of the Well House.

For a moment it was like she was seeing herself running out of the house again, soaking wet with a bloody bandage wrapped around her calf and a screaming Eddie by her side while her friends ran out behind her. The thought was enough to make her gulp as she hesitantly got off Stan's bike, her cousin following suit before putting his bike stand up.

The last time Y/N had been here she swore she would never go into the house again, but now look at her.

She was hesitant to move as her friends all began to walk forward, but one nudge from her cousin had the girl turning back to see her curly haired best friend giving her a small reassuring smile as he linked his arm with hers. That was enough to give her the small push she needed and the two Uris cousins took in shaky breaths before walking after their friends and onto the property of the Well House.

"Guys, spikes," Bill announced as he noticed two metal poles with spikes on the end lying on the ground. He bent down to pick the objects up and, as he did, Eddie removed his fanny pack and tossed it aside as if it were nothing.

Y/N looked to her friend in surprise and Eddie just gave her a small smile before saying, "It's all bullshit anyways." Y/N gave him a questioning look and couldn't help but chuckle as she turned her attention back to Bill, the others all circling around.

Bill looked at the two metal poles before putting them together. He then stood up and stared at the weapon for a moment before looking to Y/N and holding it out for her. The girl lightly shook her head before pushing the weapon back to Bill. "I trust you more with that than me," she said, a small teasing manner in her voice that made Bill smile ever so slightly.

He gave her a tiny nod and opened his mouth to say something when the sound of glass shattering had the group turning to see that Richie had smashed a beer bottle onto the stairs. It was obvious he was hoping it would break and turn into a weapon, but all it did was break it so that it was even more useless than when it was a full bottle.

Richie stared at the broken bottle for a moment before looking to his friends. Y/N had to let go of her cousin in order to cover her mouth and middle her laughter, but Richie saw and sent her a small playful glare before throwing the bottle to the side.

Bill shook his head slightly at his friend before looking towards the house. "Let's go," he told them before he began to walk forward, the others quickly following in line behind him.

Y/N reached the door at the same time as Bill and went to open it only to hesitate with her fingers just above the door handle. Bill's eyes flickered from the girl's hand to her face, his gaze softening slightly at the hint of fear that was beginning to take over her. He could see her shaking hand and the sight of it made his heart drop.

Bill didn't even hesitate before reaching out and pulling Y/N's hand away from the doorknob so that he could interlock their fingers together. "Hey, it's okay. I won't let anything happen to you," Bill whispered to her reassuringly, the girl's eyes flickering over to lock with his as he spoke. He gave her probably one of the most sincerest looks he had ever given her and squeezed her hand as he whispered, "I'll protect you."

Y/N let her eyes flicker over the boy's face before she tightened her grip on his hand. Then, with a small nod from the girl, Bill reached out and unlocked the door before pushing it open.

The group then began to walk inside, making sure to climb over the wooden boards covering part of the doorway as they did. However, they didn't get far in before Y/N turned around to find that her cousin was still standing outside.

"Stanley?" Y/N questioned, stopping in her tracks and making the others stop as well.

"Stan, we all have to go," Bill insisted, his voice soft as he gave his friend a sympathetic look. He knew how afraid the boy must be which is why he didn't bother stopping Y/N when she let go of his hand to go over to her cousin.

If anyone could convince the boy to come into the house, it would be her. Bill had heard plenty of stories about her through Stan and it was obvious that the curly haired boy trusted her with his life.

"Stanley," Y/N softly said as she came to a stop on the other side of the door. The only thing separating the two cousins was the doorframe, but even that felt like a huge distance.

Stan let his eyes flicker over to his cousin, gulping slightly as he shook his head. "I can't do it, Y/N," he whispered, his voice shaky. "I can't."

"But Beverly was right," Y/N told him making the boy freeze as he stared at her in a way that screamed for her to give him one good reason why he should go inside. "If we split up like last time, that clown will kill us one by one. But if we stick together, all of us, we'll win. I promise."

Stan was silent as he stared at his cousin and all Y/N did was give him a small smile before holding her hand out. "I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy's face as she spoke. "I promise."

Stan could only stare at her before he finally gave her a small nod and reached out to take her hand. He let out a shaky breath before stepping into the house, his hand instantly gripping onto her own as he practically glued himself to her side. Y/N kept her hand in his and moved her other one so that she was holding onto his arm and rubbing it comfortingly.

Once she knew Stan was calmed down, the girl looked back to the others and her eyes locked with Bill's. She gave him a small nod and Bill took that as a sign for them to keep moving.

Bill began to move forward and the group followed after him, all of them shining their flashlights around as they tried to calm down their nerves. Y/N was seriously regretting this whole thing when Bill began to descend down a creepy staircase and into an even creepier basement, but she knew she couldn't let Stan see her hesitation, so she only took in a shaky breath and began pulling her cousin into the basement before either of them could think too much of it.

Bill lead them to the back of the basement where they found a well in the ground. "What the hell?" Y/N whispered, shuddering slightly as she realized they would have to go down that thing.

"Hey, Eddie, you got a quarter?" Richie questioned, hoping to lighten the mood.

Eddie quickly shook his head, a look of pure disgust taking over his features as he shuddered and whispered, "I wouldn't want to make a wish in that fucking thing."

The group crowded around the well before peering down inside to find that it went on for what seemed like forever.

"Beverly?" Ben called down, his voice echoing down the well and earning no response. Richie gave the boy a look that practically screamed 'do you really think she can hear you from down there?' but Ben ignored it, his worry for the red head being enough of a distraction already.

"How are we supposed to get down there?" Mike questioned and Y/N inhaled sharply as she nodded her head.

"That, my friend, is a great question," Y/N muttered.

"There," Bill announced causing the group to turn around to see his flashlight shining down on a lengthy rope laying on the floor. It didn't take long for the group to grab it and secure the rope to a pulley before Richie tossed the end down the well.

"All right. Come on," Bill announced before he stepped up onto the side of the Well and grabbed ahold of the rope. Carefully, he began to descend down into the well before Eddie followed right after him. Next went Richie, Stan, and Ben before finally Mike and Y/N were the last two left.

Y/N stared at the rope in front of her and tried to calm herself down, but her hands were shaky as she went to reach for the rope. Seeing this, Mike quickly grabbed the rope and pulled it closer so that the girl was able to grab onto it better.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered to which Mike gave her a small smile in response. The girl turned around and was just about to begin her descent when a loud whack was heard from behind her before Mike let out a yell.

Y/N jumped in surprise which made her slip, a scream escaping her own lips as she began to fall into the well. Luckily, she was able to grab onto the rope well enough to catch herself and she quickly turned around to see Henry Bowers throwing Mike to the ground.

"Mike!" Y/N cried out as she desperately tried to climb back up fast enough in order to help her friend.

"Die!" Henry exclaimed as he shoved Mike down to the ground again, the boy's gun being tossed to the ground a little ways away.

"Mike! Y/N!" the girl heard her other friends yell from down below, but she ignored it as she pulled herself up out of the well, effectively falling to the ground.

Y/N went to stand up, but Henry must've seen her because his hands were on her back and he effectively threw her to the ground beside Mike before she could even blink. The girl let out a small groan while she heard Henry begin to walk over towards the well.

"Y/N! Mike! Are you two okay?" she heard Stan cry out before the boys all gasped and muttered, "Bowers."

"Shit," Y/N muttered as she tried to pull herself up onto her feet. She could hear Henry laughing behind her and her friends all freaking out about the rope, but could barely process anything until two hands had grabbed ahold of her and were starting to help her up.

Y/N flinched slightly, but once she saw that it was only Mike, the girl let out a soft sigh. "Are you okay?" she whispered, her eyes glancing over the boy for any possible injuries.

"I'm fine. You?" he asked.

"Just pissed off," Y/N muttered before turning to glare at Henry Bowers who was pulling the rope out of the well. He tossed the rope to the side and turned his attention to the two before they could get up off the ground.

Mike was quick to position himself in front of the girl while Y/N desperately tried to look around for something that could help. Her eyes caught sight of the gun Mike had brought lying beside them and she nudged the boy slightly until he managed to see what she had seen.

"You didn't listen to what I told you, did you? You should've stayed out of Derry. Your parents didn't and look what happened to them. I still get sad every time I pass by that pile of ashes. Sad, that I couldn't have done it myself," Henry laughed while Y/N glared at the boy.

Henry went to say more, but before he could Mike felt his anger boiling up inside of him and went to reach for the gun. Henry saw this and instantly grabbed ahold of Mike while Y/N scrambled out from behind him.

The two began to struggle as they tried to take control of the gun, but Y/N wasn't going to let Henry hurt her friend like that and didn't think twice before barreling into Henry's side, effectively throwing the boy off of Mike.

However, she didn't see that Henry had just gained control of the gun and before she knew it, Henry had pinned her down by the throat and was pushing the gun to her forehead. The girl's eyes widened in surprise and she tried to move Henry's hand from her throat, but the boy merely laughed before going to pull the trigger.

Just when Y/N thought that this was going to be it, Mike managed to pull Henry off of her, the gun going off into the air instead of Y/N's forehead. Y/N's eyes widened in pure shock as she realized she almost died, but her attention was drawn back to Mike who somehow had gotten a rock and managed to hit Henry in the head, causing the boy to stumble back in surprise.

She didn't know what was running through her head at that moment, but Y/N didn't even think twice before pushing Henry back as hard as she could. A look of horror crossed over the boy's face as he tripped over the side of the well and fell into the depths below, screaming as he went.

"Holy shit!" Richie cried out from below while Y/N just stared at the well with wide eyes, her hands shaking before her.

Tears began to spring her eyes as she realized what she just did and she let out a small sob and she whispered, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What did I just do?"

Mike was quick to go over to the girl, catching her in his arms before she could fall onto her knees. Another sob left her mouth and she gripped onto Mike tightly like she was afraid she would fall apart if he wasn't there.

"I just killed someone. I just killed someone," Y/N cried. No one deserved to die like that. Not even Henry Bowers. And she had been the one to kill him.

"It was self defense," Mike assured her as he held her close and tried to calm down her shaky breathing. "He would've killed us if you hadn't done that."

"Self defense," Y/N muttered as she wiped away her tears. "Yeah, just self defense." Although not even that was enough to make her feel better about the situation.

"You saved my life, Y/N. You saved our lives," Mike whispered. "Now we have to go save Beverly's."

That was enough to bring Y/N back to reality and she shakily nodded her head before Mike helped her back up onto her feet. He hugged her for just a moment more before the two heard their friends yelling, "Y/N! Mike!"

The two were quick to run over to the well and Y/N tried not to grimace as she thought about Henry falling down. She had to focus on Beverly.

"Y/N! Mike!" Eddie yelled once he saw them, his voice high pitched as him, Bill, Richie, and Ben all looked up at them with wide eyes.

"We're okay," Mike assured them while the boys looked up at the two. Y/N numbly nodded in agreement, but she noticed that they had all turned their attention to her, each of them having to hear it from her themselves to know that she was okay.

"We're okay," Y/N finally muttered, letting out a shaky breath. The boys all relaxed at that and Y/N couldn't help but notice how they weren't yelling at her for killing someone. They seemed relieved in fact. After all, Mike was right. Henry was going to kill them if she hadn't done that.

Y/N turned and went to go grab the rope, but when she turned back around she caught sight of all the bullets for Mike's gun falling down into the well. "Shit," Mike muttered as he stared helplessly down below.

"How many do we still have?" Y/N questioned nervously, not really wanting to hear the answer but wanting to at the same time.

Mike turned to look at the girl and sighed slightly before whispering, "One."

Y/N was silent as she tossed the rope down into the well. "One is all we need," she assured him, despite both of them knowing that could very well be a lie.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike breathed out as hopefully as he could before the two looked away from each other, both letting out a shaky breath before looking to the rope.

"Let's go," Y/N whispered before she began to climb down, Mike following after her. It didn't take long for them to reach the others and before she knew it Y/N was being pulled into Bill's arms, the boy letting out a shaky breath of relief as he held her close to him.

Bill pulled away enough so that they could see each other, their noses brushing against each other while his eyes flickered over her face. "You okay?" he whispered, the concern evident in his voice.

"I'm okay," she whispered and that was enough to have Bill sighing in relief again before he hugged the girl once more. Y/N was quick to hug him back, rubbing a thumb against the back of her neck as she relished in his hold.

Mike wasn't too far behind her, so the two had to end their hugging in order for Y/N to move and Bill to help the boy. Y/N began to move back and that was when she was practically tackled into another hug from Richie and Eddie, both of which were bickering over who should get to hug her next.

Y/N merely chuckled and hugged the two before moving onto Ben, desperately wanting to get to the back where she knew her cousin would be waiting for her. Ben could see that, so he gave her a quick hug and told her how he was glad she was okay before moving on to helping Mike get into the passageway while Y/N smiled after her friends.

Finally, the girl turned around, but her smile faded once she was met with an empty tunnel. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N turned back around and shined her flashlight over the group as she looked over the people that were there.

It was only when she once again couldn't find the curly hair that belonged to Stan that she felt herself pale, her heart beating just a bit faster as she began to frantically look around.

"Uh. . .Guys," Y/N whispered as she looked around at all of the faces in front of her, a sickening feeling washing over her as she confirmed that someone was in fact missing. Everyone looked to her and froze once they saw the horrified look on her face.

"Where's Stanley?" she asked, her question instantly making everyone look around to find that the boy was in fact gone. Y/N felt as if she were going to be sick and she tried not to tear up out of pure fear as she looked around at the frightened faces of her friends.

"Where's my cousin?"

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🐾Bite Me! (Part 1/3)🐾

Summary: She never wanted to say those words. She never meant them. But she knew that if she didn’t say them that he would never give up. He needed to believe that she didn’t love him anymore, even if it crushed him so that he wouldn’t try to pursue her anymore.

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Izuku stood in shock, tears streaming down his face as he stared at his girlfriend of four years. He couldn’t believe it, wouldn’t believe it. His heart had gone numb and his brain felt fuzzy and broken. Everything was a swirling torrent of pain and sorrow. Her face was tear-streaked too but he had no idea why. If she was crying because she didn’t want this to happen then why was she doing this to him?

“‘Chako, please!” Izuku cried. “What can I do, I’ll do anything!”

“I’m sorry, Izuku, there is nothing you can do,” Ochako said, her voice breaking. “I told you, this isn’t you, it’s me. I have so many problems I don’t want you to have to deal with. You need to find someone who won’t hold you down, someone you won’t be ridiculed for being with.”

“What are you talking about!?” Izuku nearly shouted, his voice rising a few octaves. “Why would ANYONE ridicule me for being with you? You are so amazing, such a fantastic, well-loved hero, there is no reason for anyone to judge us for being together!”

“It’s not like that, Izuku, you don’t understand-”

“Then it explain it to me! I’ll listen to anything you have to say, just please don’t leave me!” His voice broke and Ochako had to bite her knuckles to keep from bursting.

Ochako wanted nothing more than apologize and rush to his side, to hold him close and kiss his face until she had covered every inch of his skin. She loved him so much her heart ached, but that was why she had to let him go. He could never be with her, not with her condition.

Ochako planned to never tell anyone about her secret. Her parents obviously knew but besides them and a few kids from her old school, nobody else knew. When she was first attacked as a little girl, a large wolf biting her when she accidentally got lost in the woods, the other kids at her school heard the news and spread it everywhere. She was an outcast. People avoided her, both adults and children, and everyone was terrified of her. Even when she told people about her medicine, pills that negated her werewolf instincts, and allowed her to maintain her memory even in her wolf form, nobody wanted to be anywhere near her. She was isolated, bullied, her father even had the risk of losing his job at one point because his boss found out about her condition. When she moved across town to attend U.A., she had never been exposed to the level of kindness the other students showed her. Nobody actively avoided her, she made friends, people spoke and laughed with her rather than about her. She felt happy for the first time in a long time.

The entire time she was attending U.A. she was able to keep her secret hidden. The only two who knew about her condition was Aizawa and Principle Nedzu, both of whom never said a word, and only knew because the city required she alert them when applying for the school. She was finally treated like normal, never having to worry about being called a murderer or a cannibal. She was never harassed or beat up like she was at her old school when some of the other teenagers wanted to see if they could get a ‘rise’ out of her to get her in trouble. She never had to worry about hiding her strength or being forced to act submissive when she was at U.A., everyone reaching for the same goal without a clue that there was a wolf in sheep’s clothing hiding amongst them. Ochako wanted to maintain that sense of security and love and trust, so she kept quiet.

In the beginning, Ochako had even considered turning Izuku down when he confessed to her in their third year at U.A. She had been shocked but overjoyed at the sight of him holding out a small bouquet of roses for her, but she didn’t know what to feel or what to think. He was confessing to the human version of her, he didn’t know anything about her hidden identity, what would he say when he found out? She didn’t want to see the look of disgust or horror on his face when he found out. In the end, even though she spent days arguing with herself on the matter, Izuku’s persistence won out and she accepted his confession.

Even after they began dating, Ochako wasn’t really planning on telling Izuku. She knew it was bad to lie to him, she hated it every time she would hear his dejected sigh when she told him they couldn’t hang out, but she didn’t want him to see who she really was and she knew she could never live with herself if she lost control and hurt him. As time went on, she considered breaking it off, giving some excuse that it was her fault and leaving him so he could find someone normal to be with, someone who could give him all that he wanted and make him happy. She decided that was the best course of action but kept putting it off, hating herself for being so selfish but unable to break away. Izuku was always there for her, supporting her, loving her, making her feel like the most important person in the world. She made some amazing friends at U.A., but she had never felt this loved before and she was greedy for it.

Even though it made her heart wail for him, even though it made her almost physically sick to her stomach, she knew it was time. She knew she couldn’t keep lying to him and it wasn’t fair to make him stay with her when she wouldn’t be able to offer him what he deserves. He was so handsome and kind and a very popular hero, he’d easily be able to find another woman, a normal woman without a murderous physical condition, to spend the rest of his life with. She hated it, hated the idea of some other woman claiming her man, but it was for the best.

It broke her to say the words. She had texted him earlier that day, asking him to come over to her house, knowing that if she called him she would break over the phone. He had arrived soon after, the single lily he was carrying in his hands for her not helping her shattering heart. Seeing his face fall and the tears appear made her want to jump off a cliff. She was the cause of those tears, that look of despair and utter shock on his face. She hated herself for it, but it was all for him. It was in his best interest that he leave her and never look back.

“I can’t explain it to you, Izuku, I don’t want to put that burden on you, please just go,” Ochako said, turning away from him, unable to bear looking at his face anymore.

“Don’t you think I deserve an explanation?” Izuku cried. “Please, please, Ochako! What can I do to fix this? What did I do wrong? Come on, we can get through this together, just like we always have!”

“No, Izuku, we can’t.”

“What’s wrong, ‘Chako? Please! I will do anything to save this!”

Ochako grit her teeth.

“I’ve fallen out of love with you.”

“What…?” Izuku asked softly.

His breathless question made Ochako want to vomit. She hugged herself, her fingers digging into her skin so tightly she felt her nails draw blood, but she didn’t care.

“You heard me,” Ochako said, forcing her voice to remain firm. “Please, leave.”

She never wanted to say those words. She never meant them. But she knew that if she didn’t say them that he would never give up. He needed to believe that she didn’t love him anymore, even if it crushed him so that he wouldn’t try to pursue her anymore. She loved that about him even if she hated it. He loved to cuddle and be around her but he always minded her personal space. If she said she didn’t love him and didn’t want to see him, he would stay away.

Just as she expected, she heard him sniffle one last time, her back tingling where she knew he was staring at her, before he turned around and grabbed his jacket and car keys, shutting the door gently as he made his way out without another word. As soon as the door shut and she heard his footsteps shuffle away, Ochako broke. She collapsed on her bed, not caring that her neighbors could probably hear her as her loud sobs bounced off the walls, her body curling into a pitiful ball on the bed as she cried out for the world to hear. She knew it was too good to be true, and it was all her fault.

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Izuku was a ghost of himself. He barely ate, he never slept, and he rarely left the house. It was the first time in his entire career that he didn’t show up for work, something that prompted Shouto Todoroki, and Tenya Iida, two of his coworkers, to go check on him that night after work. Izuku ignored the persistent knocking, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed for the rest of his life.

“Midoriya? Come on, let us in!”

“We know you’re in there.”

No response.

“If you don’t open the door, we will burst our way through,” Iida said sternly, something that normally would’ve made Izuku gawk in surprise. Iida never broke the rules as much as he could, the idea of damaging someone’s personal property would normally make the young pro-hero cringe in horror. But Izuku felt nothing as he stared at the wall, all of his emotions taken from him when Ochako said those fateful words.

“I’ve fallen out of love with you.”

A loud bang made Izuku glance towards the door without getting up, his body and mind too tired to actually care about what was going on.

“Midoriya!” Iida cried, rushing to his friend’s side. “Are you hurt? Are you sick?” Iida raised his hand to Izuku’s head and checked his temperature.

“No, he’s not sick,” Todoroki said, moving to kneel in front of Izuku. “I’ve seen that look before, just never with him, he’s heartbroken.”

Iida stopped and glanced at Todoroki before following his line of sight, noting the dead look in Izuku’s eyes and the dark circles on his face.

“Midoriya…? What happened?”

Izuku contemplated answering. He really just wanted to sleep, to forget about this whole nightmare and wake up with Ochako in his arms, but he knew he couldn’t do that. She would never share her love or her body with him again.

Sitting up with a groan, Izuku let his legs hang over the edge of the bed and clasped his hands in his lap, his head hanging down so that his hair covered his eyes.

“O-Ocha-” Izuku stuttered, unable to even say her name without breaking. Clearing his throat, Izuku glanced at his friends, their faces scrunched with worry. “M-My girlfriend b-broke up with m-me,” Izuku mumbled.

The words were slurred together and mixed with fresh tears that started to slide down his face but his friends heard him loud and clear. Todoroki and Iida looked at each other in shock. There was no way, Ochako loved Izuku, more than anything, they both knew that. What the hell happened to them?

“What do you mean!?” Iida asked.

“What did she say?” Todoroki cut in.

Izuku swallowed thickly, his throat closing slightly.

“She said she fell out of love with me.”

Bullshit. Iida and Todoroki both knew it. Something else was going on here. They had no idea what it was but they were going to figure it out.

“I’m such an idiot,” Izuku said softly, catching the attention of both of his friends again. “How could I have read our relationship so wrong? I know she said it was her fault and not mine, but maybe I was doing something wrong and she just didn’t want to tell me? Maybe I wasn’t giving her enough affection? I am really busy, we both are, maybe she wanted more time with me and I didn’t notice? Or maybe I was spending too much time with her and she needed more space? Maybe she found another guy? I’m definitely not perfect so maybe she found someone who could take better care of her?” Izuku rambled, not even realizing his friends were listening to him.

Iida placed his hand on Izuku’s shoulder, his eyes filled with alarm as he stared at his friend. He had seen Izuku when he was sad before, there were several missions where they had worked together and they couldn’t save someone, or a villain got away and Izuku felt useless. But he had never seen a look like this on Izuku’s face. Even when he was sad, Izuku at least always had a small spark in his eyes, something that told his friends and everyone else around him that he was going to keep trying, keep working harder to make up for his mistakes. That spark was gone from his eyes now, nothing but a dull, glazed look peering back at Iida and Todoroki. The two friends glanced at each other again, their gazes full of concern.

“I’m going to go call Momo really quick,” Todoroki said suddenly, standing up and pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Iida, you stay here with Midoriya, alright?” The icy hot hero whispered in Iida’s ear. Iida nodded and turned his attention back to his hurting friend. Todoroki gave a curt nod before leaving the room, dialing his wife.

“Hey, we’re going to figure this out, alright? Everything is going to be fine,” Iida said, unsure of how to comfort Izuku but fearing the dead look in his friend’s eyes. He hated that look, the look that spelled out grief and utmost sadness. Izuku had given up for the first time in his life. Izuku choked up again, more tears rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry, Iida, thank you for coming to check on me, I just… I just l-love her so much,” Izuku said softly, more tears washing down his cheeks.

“Don’t apologize, Izuku,” Iida said, reverting to Izuku’s first name to try to seem more approachable. “We are always here for you, remember that. There has to be something else going on here, she loves you too.”

“Loved,” Izuku corrected quietly. It broke Iida’s heart.

“Now don’t talk that way! She still loves you, something is just going on right now, we have no idea what it is but we are going to figure it out together, okay? Don’t give up just yet, Izuku, you love her like you said, don’t you?”

“I don’t just love her…” Izuku muttered softly.

“What? What do you mean?”

Izuku glanced up at Iida, something unreadable flashing slightly behind his eyes. Holding his gaze for a second, Izuku debated on showing him or not. Giving in for the second time during their visit, Izuku stood up and shuffled over to the dresser. Opening the top drawer and shuffling through the clothes inside, he eventually found what he was looking for. Making his way back over to the bed, Izuku sat down on the edge and opened his palm. Iida sucked in a breath when he saw the little, velvety black box in Izuku’s hand.

“No way…”

“Yeah,” Izuku chuckled bitterly.

“Did you already ask or were you going to-?”

“I was going to next week on our anniversary, at the little cafe where we had our first date.”

“So she didn’t know…?”

“No. I guess it’s a damn good thing she didn’t,” Izuku said. Iida felt his own heart breaking as Izuku opened the box and examined the beautiful ring inside. It was simple but stunning, the metal twisting to form an infinite sign with small gemstones lining the symbol all the way around.

Izuku had had it custom made. He wanted it in the shape of an infinite symbol to represent not only their time together in matrimony, but also to symbolize her quirk and how far along they both had come since that time. It made him remember the time when she sent the baseball during their throwing exam at U.A. all the way into infinite, shocking their class and showing only an inkling of the strength and power she possessed with her quirk and hero skills.

Izuku ran his finger along the ring, letting the cool metal bite into the pads of his thumbs. He knew he should get rid of it, but he couldn’t bring himself to throw it out. Every time he tried it always ended up with him placing the box gently back in his sock drawer. He also knew he had no reason to hide it anymore, she was never going to come to his house ever again, but he couldn’t bear to look at it for too long before he broke down again. Feeling the familiar feeling of more tears and bile rising in his throat, Izuku quickly snapped the lid shut and stuffed it in his pocket, lacking the energy to get up to put it back in the drawer. That was when Todoroki came back.

“Alright, I just spoke with Momo,” Todoroki said.

“What did you two talk about?” Iida asked.

“I told her to go to Uraraka’s place,” Todoroki said. Izuku’s head snapped up.

“Why?” Izuku asked, his voice coming out as a croak.

“Because she needs someone to check on her as well. Momo said she noticed her gone from work today as well.”

Izuku was so confused. She broke up with him. If she wasn’t going to work that meant that she was either sick or just as depressed as he was. He settled on the former, she must be sick, there was no way she was just as distraught as he was, guilty maybe, but she had broken it off, she had made it very clear what she wanted from him. Izuku didn’t respond to Todoroki, merely looking off into space. Iida and Todoroki locked eyes again. This was way worse than they thought.

“You know what?” Iida suddenly said, standing up and grabbing Izuku’s forearm. “We are going to go see her, and you’re coming with us.”

“What!? No! She said she wanted me to leave her alone, I don’t want to impose on her life or cling to her. She doesn’t need me whining after her like a lovesick puppy. She made it clear what she wants, so I’m going to leave her be.”

“Well, what she “wants” is bullshit,” Iida said. “I have known both of you since high school and I can see that both of you are hurting. I have seen you two work together for ages and you guys are an amazing team. On top of that, this is not like Uraraka at all, she would never just abandon you. She’s always been tactful and even though she isn’t afraid to be confrontational or direct, she is never purposely hurtful, not to those she cares about anyway. You don’t even have to go in or see her, you just have to ride in the car with us.”

“What good will that do?” Izuku grumbled.

“Just trust me, Izuku. She loves you, and we are going to figure out exactly what is going on. Maybe she is being threatened? And she dumped you to keep you safe?”

“Don’t give me false hope, Iida. I appreciate what you are trying to do but this is not the time. She told me bold-faced that she wants nothing more to do with me. As much as I still love her, and as much as I am hurt and confused and hate all of this, it is her life and if she doesn’t want me in it then that is her right.”

“As much as I think you are very honorable, Midoriya, and as much as I respect you for your outlook on all of this, you don’t have a choice,” Todoroki said, grabbing Izuku’s other arm and helping Iida hoist Izuku up. The power hero groaned but had no real time to think or object as his two friends dragged him out to their cars.

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Todoroki, Iida, and Izuku were more than halfway to Ochako’s house when Todoroki’s phone rang. Seeing it was his wife, Todoroki reached out and answered, putting it on speakerphone so everyone else could listen too.

“Hey honey, how is Och-”

“SHOUTO YOU NEED TO COME RIGHT NOW!!!” Momo screamed. All three men jolted as her loud voice filled the car but Todoroki’s face turned white as a sheet when he heard his wife practically sobbing into the phone.

“Momo, what is it, babe!? Is everything alright? Are you hurt?” Todoroki asked, trying to keep himself calm.

“I’M FINE BUT OCHAKO- THERE IS BLOOD EVERYWHERE AND TORN CLOTHES AND CLAW MARKS ON THE WALLS, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!”

Iida suddenly slammed his foot on the gas pedal, the horror on his face reflecting the mood of the whole car. Izuku knew he should push Ochako from his mind but Momo’s panicked screaming made him completely forget about their breakup, his heart racing as he prayed over and over again in his mind for her to be okay.

Iida nearly ran over the sidewalk when he pulled up to her house, all three of them launching out of the car and sprinting up the stairs to Ochako’s quaint little home. Todoroki burst through the door with his shoulder and the three men flew up the stairs to where they could hear Momo sobbing from Ochako’s bedroom.

“Momo!!! What-!?” They stopped dead.

Just as Momo had screamed on the phone, the room was in shambles. The walls were torn through with long, vicious claw marks, the curtains had been ripped from the wall and the window glass had been shattered. Torn clothes littered the floor, blood splatters caking both them and the floor, some of it even splattered on the wall.

Todoroki immediately rushed to Momo, encasing his trembling wife in his own shaky embrace, gently hushing her and stroking her hair, his eyes never leaving the carnage on the floor. Iida stood wide-eyed in the doorway, unable to make himself move, his breathing becoming shallow the more he took in the destroyed bedroom. Izuku stood with his jaw dropped before collapsing to his knees, his hands reaching down to shakily grasp the shreds of cloth that had once made up a light pink t-shirt of Ochako’s. Izuku’s whole body began to shake as he brought the bloodied pieces of cloth closer to his face, hoping that maybe it would all turn out to be a dream if he just looked a little closer, a horrible gruesome nightmare, and he’d be able to wake up and anchor Ochako against him like he always did when he was scared.

But that didn’t happen. The blood was still there, the claw marks mocking him from where they had been scratched into the wall, some of the scratches so deep Izuku could see bits of the wall framing, almost as if the same spot on the wall had been raked over multiple times. Gently bringing the cloth up to his chest and holding it over his heart, Izuku felt something snap. Maybe it was his dignity? His sense of heroism? His sanity? He really didn’t know. All he knew was that his feelings of despair were suddenly overwhelmed as the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. His beautiful best friend and the love of his life was dead. He felt nothing but a raging cold fury build up inside him, something he had never felt before, even when facing the worst villains. Whoever had done this, had taken something personal from him, something so precious from his life, and he would make them pay in the most violent ways he could think of.

Izuku let out a howl of anguish, his angry sobs wracking his body uncontrollably. His friends said nothing as he continued to cry, his whole body shaking so much Iida could feel it through the floor. Momo sobbed quietly in her husband’s arms while tears began to stream down Iida’s cheeks as well.

“She was so young,” Iida whispered to himself in a daze.

Even Todoroki felt his cheeks moisten as tears escaped and ran down his face, dripping onto the floor with soft tapping sounds that could barely be heard in between Izuku’s pained howls.

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Izuku walked aimlessly through the woods that bordered Ochako’s backyard, Iida, Momo, and Todoroki following behind him in a grief enhanced daze. The police had been called as soon as the four of them were calm enough to talk into the phone without choking on more tears, but as soon as they had arrived, the four young heroes had left, not wanting to stick around while the police probed Ochako’s empty house. The heroes were barely paying attention to where they were going, just mindlessly following wherever the path beneath their feet took them, the bright full moon shining down on them from in between the jagged branches of the large trees that loomed above them.

All Izuku could think about was the things he should’ve done as he walked. All he could think about were the things he should’ve said or the things he could’ve done to prevent her from being killed. He thought back to their argument, how he should’ve fought harder for her, how he should’ve brought her back to his place so they could talk things over, or stayed at her place on the couch. He should’ve fought for her, but it was too late now, she was gone and all that was left was a deep pit of suffocating grief and despair.

All four of them heard a twig snap but none of them looked up, all of them lost in depression. Momo huddled even closer to her husband, snuggling against his arm and linking her fingers with his as more tears ran down her face. Iida merely stared off into space, his glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, and his hair spiked up from the number of times he had run his hands through it. Izuku glanced back at his friends and his heart clenched at the sight of them, so lost, so dead-looking. He hated himself when he felt jealousy rear up in his chest at the sight of Momo and Shouto huddled together and forced his gaze to return to the trail as they made their way even deeper into the woods.

Izuku felt a chilly breeze nip at his skin and he shivered, wanting nothing more than to feel Ochako’s warm, solid form against his, her face pressed into his neck so that her warm breath could fan out across his skin. The thought made him feel even colder and he wrapped his arms around himself, desperate to feel something other than the numbing cold.

That was when a low growl penetrated the air causing all four heroes to freeze on the spot. Izuku’s eyes widened at the sound and he slowly turned to his left to face the owner of the noise, his blood running cold at the sight of two reddish-brown eyes staring back at him from the darkness. Izuku saw Todoroki carefully slide in front of Momo, his arm reaching out just slightly to block her protectively. Iida tensed but did not move, his gaze slanted to the side as he watched the strange figure from the corners of his eyes. The low growl sounded again, this time accompanied by the eyes narrowing and getting closer to them. Izuku tensed but did not move as the figure finally moved into the light of the moon, revealing a huge wolf.

The wolf had chocolatey brown fur with a few reddish highlights that accented its chest, face, and back. Its teeth were bared and its claws were flexing in the dirt, causing Izuku’s eyes to dart down, noticing the blood that was caked on the creature’s paws. Izuku sucked in a breath as the beast lowered itself to the ground, its sharp gaze never leaving his, a determined fire swimming in its eyes. The fur all along its back was raised threateningly, the wolf appearing twice as large.

Izuku was terrified at that moment. He definitely knew about werewolves, had learned all about them when he was a young boy in school. He knew that when they took a special medicine that they could act like normal people even in their wolf form but also knew that when they didn’t take their pills, they were one of the most deadly creatures on that planet. Their bite was infectious, and that was if you even lived long enough to escape in the first place. Izuku swallowed thickly, never looking away from the wolf as it inched closer to him. He had no idea what it was doing, all four of them should’ve been dead already, werewolves were known for being silent, efficient killers.

The wolf tilted its head before raising a paw to rub at its ear, whimpering softly, almost as if it were in pain. The beast shook its head and started to weave back and forth in place. Izuku didn’t know what to think, what was going on here? Tilting his head, Izuku tried to get a closer look until the beast lunged at him slightly, snapping its jaws in a warning. Izuku got the message and backed off, holding his hands up in surrender as the werewolf tried to sort through whatever it was going through.

Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku saw Todoroki’s fingers twitch. He sucked in a breath, just waiting for the wolf to notice. When the beast did nothing, the creature obviously too busy with whatever dilemma it was going through to pay attention, Izuku slowly released his breath and nodded so slightly it was almost invisible. In a flash, Izuku leaped out of the way and Todoroki sent a wave of ice at the beast. Despite being distracted, the wolf moved faster than any of them could’ve ever imagined, dodging the ice and rushing Todoroki, murder spelled out in the snarl it released.

“SHOUTO!” Momo cried out, using her quirk to create a shield in the knick of time, shoving the slab of metal into the wolf’s mouth and moving in front of her husband protectively. The wolf ripped at the metal and leaped away as Todoroki aimed a shard of ice right for its face, a chunk of metal lodged in its teeth. The creature dropped the metal and snarled again, lowering into a crouch once more, its tail waving above its back menacingly.

“Everybody form a group!” Iida called out, moving closer to his friends and lowering himself into a fighting stance to match the werewolf, his own angry glare fixed on the beast in front of him. Izuku, Todoroki, and Momo copied him, forming a kill circle in front of the wolf, their fists raised and their faces set.

The wolf snarled again and launched for Iida, its tail streaming out behind it as it moved. Iida grunted as the wolf’s weight hit him full-on, knocking him to the ground.

“IIDA!” Izuku yelled as he watched his friend fall. The wolf froze for a minute, its eyes wide and its jaw slack, giving Momo just enough time to grasp the beast by the scruff of the neck and haul it off of Iida with both hands and a loud yell. The wolf yelped a little and stood back up but did not charge again, this time looking at the four people in front of it with a shocked expression. Its wide brown eyes caught Izuku’s attention. Those eyes, they looked like…

As soon as the emotion in its gaze appeared it was gone, back to a glare of death as it eyed the four with a snarl back on its face, its teeth gleaming pearly white in the moonlight. The wolf lowered itself to the ground again, and the four prepared to fight once more when the wolf did something very strange. It leaped into the air like it did last time, aiming to attack Izuku, only to suddenly throw itself past the power hero, hitting a tree instead. The beast groaned and let its head hang, its tongue hanging out so that strings of saliva dripped from its teeth and landed on the forest floor.

That was when Izuku noticed it. A small gleam in the moonlight, something that made Izuku gasp and freeze. Hanging from the wolf’s neck was a long chain that carried a small pendant on the end. The pendant was of the planet Saturn, a small necklace he had found at a little shop several years ago. He had bought it for Ochako when they first started dating, the little keychain reminding him of her and her ability to float anything as if they were in space. He had even had it engraved with her name just for the hell of it. She had cried when he gave it to her, hugging him and thanking him over and over again. He never understood her overexcitement at what he saw as a small gesture, but now, he understood. Everything came crashing together in an overwhelming tide of understanding. He couldn’t read whether or not her name was on the keychain in the dark of the night but he knew, he knew in his heart that it was the same one.

Todoroki suddenly raised his arm, ready to send another wave of ice at the beast while it was leaning against the tree it had thrown itself against, too lost within its mind to notice.

“TODOROKI NO!” Izuku cried out, leaping at his friend. The wolf whipped around and snarled at the noise, its fur rising again and its lips curling back to flash its teeth one more time.

“Midoriya? What the hell!?”

“Don’t attack her! It’s Ochako!”

“What?” His three friends stopped dead at Izuku’s words.

“W-What!? How do you know?” Momo asked. “And if that is her, why is she attacking us?”

“I know because she is wearing a necklace I got for her when we first started dating, and I don’t think she can control herself, that’s why she’s attacking us. She’s trying to hold back though, that’s why she didn’t strike me!” Izuku said quickly, turning to face the large wolf who was starting to get agitated again.

“Hey, hey ‘Chako, it’s me, Izuku. Remember me, baby? Come on back to me, it’s alright, we won’t hurt you, I promise,” Izuku cooed softly, slowly lowering himself onto his knees and gently holding one hand out.

Ochako snarled lowly but did not lash at him. Izuku did not move another muscle but carefully met her gaze, his eyes brightening at the sight of her chocolatey brown eyes looking back at him. Even though they didn’t have her normally bright, determined expression, he knew it was her. All of his grief was washed away at the sight of her, even if she was trying to kill them, she was alive, and that’s all that mattered to him.

“That’s it, easy girl, it’s me. I’m here for you, just don’t kill us and we can help you,” Izuku said, continuing to speak softly.

Another snarl but less aggressive this time.

“Yeah, I’m right here and I’m not leaving, no matter what happens, alright? Come back to me.”

A loud growl.

“You’re my best friend, Ochako, you have been with me through everything, given me so much love, so much care, made me feel so important and appreciated. And that was while dealing with all of this! If only I’d known, you’ve had to deal with this all on your own, I’m so sorry.”

A softer growl.

“I know you, Ochako. If it were up to you, you’d never use your fangs against the undeserving. You are so strong but also so kind, and loyal and smart. This isn’t you, but I can see the real you in there, trying to come out. Just keep pushing, Ochako, keep fighting.”

An even softer growl, her tail twitching slightly.

“You’d never hurt Iida. You’d never hurt Momo or Shouto. You’d never hurt me,” Izuku said, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I love you.”

A whimper.

“I love you so damn much it hurts. So I’m not letting you go. Keep fighting and we can work together, just like we always do in a crisis. Remember how you always comfort me when I struggle with losing a battle or being unable to save someone? Well, now it’s my turn to return the favor. Come back to me, come back to us. I love you,” Izuku whispered. “I love you.”

Ochako suddenly launched at him, her jaws locking around his forearm.

“Izuku-!” All three of his friends shouted but Izuku cut them off.

“I’m fine, you guys, don’t move.”

Izuku could feel her jaws trembling around his arm. He knew she was fighting so hard. Her werewolf instincts were screaming at her to tear off his arm and rip out his throat while her human instincts were trying over and over again to remind her brain that these were her friends. Izuku bit his tongue to avoid letting out the hiss that bubbled in his throat when her fangs sank a little deeper into his flesh, drawing two points of blood.

“I love you, Ochako Uraraka, and I always will,” Izuku said, throwing all caution to the wind and raising his free hand up to stroke the fur on her cheek. Ochako froze, her eyes narrowing on his fingers before she closed them, relishing in the feeling of his fingers running through her surprisingly soft fur. Her mouth slowly opened to gently release him, her eyes fluttering open to see his tear-streaked face negated by a beaming smile.

“I-Izuku?”

“That’s it ‘Chako! That’s it! It’s me, Izuku!” Izuku said, overjoyed at the sight of her tail beginning to wag. She had done it. She had broken free of her instincts. Very few, if any werewolves had ever done that before. Ochako groaned and shook her head, her ears flopping as she moved.

“Ugh, what happened? Iida, Todoroki, Momo, what are you guys doing here? Where are we?”

“O-Ochako?” Momo asked softly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her own lips as she caught sight of her friend with her sense finally back to normal despite the full moon that still hung high in the sky.

“Why are we in the woods…?” Ochako asked before trailing off, her eyes widening. She quickly looked down at her paws and then behind her, wagging her tail as if checking to see if it was real. She then looked up and growled at the full moon.

“Shit…” Ochako muttered looking back down to make eye contact with each of her friends in turn.

“Hey, Ochako it’s alright, we all-” Izuku was cut off when he reached out to touch her again, only for her eyes to widen and her fur to rise again.

“Ochako?”

“I hurt you,” Ochako said, her eyes glued to the bite wound on his arm.

“Oh, it’s nothing really, Ochako, nothing I can’t handle,” Izuku said but she wasn’t listening. Backing away slowly, Ochako tucked her tail between her legs and flattened her ears in shame, her eyes never leaving the bloody marks.

“Ocha-”

Ochako bolted before he could say another word. She heard him call after her but she continued on, her eyes watering as she gritted her teeth in fury at herself. She injured Izuku, her beloved, something she had vowed to never do. She could’ve killed him, she could’ve easily killed all of them. And then what would she do? She couldn’t live without them, and she would never forgive herself if something like that happened. She already hated herself for what happened that night. She ran until she couldn’t run anymore, her heart breaking until she howled into the brightening sky, unable to take the pain anymore.

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solaroceans · 4 years

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No pressure, but how about some fluffy headcanons with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke with a reader who's excessively smart? They often start ranting about things no one understands, listing off scientific facts like it's common knowledge; it's easy to see how passionate they are.

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Hi there! Thanks for requesting 💕 I had so much fun writing this! It’s really interesting looking at scientific facts that the reader may have known in the 1900’s.

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HC: Main Three x Smart!Reader

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Tanjiro Kamado

When you two met- woah.

he really admired the way you spoke? instead of speaking what most people would consider normal at that time, you spoke in big words that the main three would really only be able to figure out what the words meant out of context.

also not to mention the way you presented yourself, it was obvious that when you did open your mouth it’s not something that should be talked over.

so tanjiro, even when he first met you, felt obligated to listen to what you have to say. he usually doesn’t cut people off, but with you he just really made sure he didn’t. you just radiated intelligence, and amazing skills at your disposal that could be used if need be.

you also were really happy someone listened, someone cared and didn’t cut you off. you were used to being talked over, as most people sometimes didn’t understand you, or needed to take a step back to process what you said- in their language this time. but you also didn’t want to dumb yourself down.

I believe that’s what would make you attracted to tanjiro- because he listened. he didn’t just care about your looks like zenitsu immediately pointed out as soon as you met him. he also wasn’t all muscle and no brains like inosuke, he genuinely cared and wanted to know more.

I believe he would get attracted to the reader when they start taking to nezuko. it’s an extremely rare case, so I believe when you start taking a closer look at the little demon girl and not having had immediately judged her from the start, it’ll radiate a warm and fuzzy feeling within him.

when you treat her kindly and not like some freak of nature, oh woah, did he actually really feel so happy to have you around. not only were you smart, but you were kind. you were so intelligent, but you weren’t going to treat someone like a science experiment. you were genuinely interested in both nezuko’s case, and her as a person.

when you two are alone, omfg. you feel so comfy around him, he purposely asks you questions, daily fun facts, your predictions on scientific experiments or poisons, but also ask you how your day went. (since I’m guessing that reader likes science, they might be close to shinobu in producing poison.)

when you guys are dating, and you got confessions out the way, he’ll always make sure to have a lot of time to sit and listen to you. he might drift off and not understand a single word you’re saying, but just the way you sound and the way you get so excited and passionate, it warms him up. he could listen to your cute voice for hours.

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Zenitsu Agatsuma

When you met him- maN DID HE PISS YOU OFF.

Not only do I think you two would’ve been on a mission when you met, he probably would’ve been such a chicken the entire time and clinging onto you for dear life when he saw how tough you were.

And right when you were at your low, kinda injured, did he PASS OUT. The gods must’ve been mad at you and gave you the unfortunate luck of being stuck with a whimp who somehow survived being in the demon slayer corps.

But when he suddenly switched in the blink of an eye, and pull off an amazing move, and told you he’d protect you, did you actually think he could be redeemed. He killed the demon, and you were at such awe at his swordsmanship. He was so fast- so quick- so-

nope, wait fuck, there he goes.

When he switched back he freaked out and asked to stay by you and to marry him so you could protect him.

“Y/N PLEASE- YOU’RE MY ONLY CHANCE AT SURVIVAL , WITHOUT YOU I WONT LAST LONG.”

And man did you actually believe that last part.

When you two were back at the estate to heal, only then did you guys actually casually converse, with a lot of one sided flirting that I bet you can guess what side it was on. Although, something about how when he switched. You had it engraved into your mind.

Being the smarty pants you are, you were intrigued by this other side of zenitsu. Just for research. Just to see why he did that, how could he do that? Was it a disorder? Was it just sleepwalking? These theories all lead you to hanging around the blonde big baby.

Not only did you begin to get attached to Zenitsu, you began to worry about him and make sure he’s alright. You calmed him when he cried, listened to his worries, you were his shoulder to lean on. At first it was research, but it developed into a beautiful friendship where no matter what even if he was cowardly, you entrusted him with your life.

You saw other sides of him, signs of logic that sometimes surpasses that of Tanjiro’s. Signs of reasoning that inosuke could never have, and that just intrigued you even more. He wasn’t what you first thought he was. You saw that Zenitsu did in fact have a brain, and you saw that he’s really trying his best.

Then you started to fall for him- I mean what? Nah, it’s just research, totally, right? Yeah- no you were totally wrapped around his finger now.

Don’t fret though, because the more you listened and cared for him, the more you showed him you’d always be there, and the more he fell for you too.

95% of the time he had no idea what you were talking about. He had no idea what some words meant at first, but the more he listened, the more he started to learn and genuinely become interested. You expanded his own vocabulary. Sometimes he’d use words and phrases you use on accident.

What he did know though, is he could stare into your amazing eyes and sit there for hours. Your voice on its own gave him comfort, and that was enough for him.

Once you two confessed and began being in a relationship, he didn’t stop either. When in battle, he’d ask what you think, and maybe got a tiny bit more courageous. Especially when it came to you did he actually fall asleep a bit more and become a better version of himself, and on rare occasions act like that when he’s not asleep.

He also sometimes in the middle of your talking would give you little pecks on your lips and tell you how cute you are when you get all excited and passionate.

You’d blush but pout slightly that he interrupted your train of thought, because now you’re all jumbled up and flustered.

I guess the gods did decide to bless you with fortune, huh?

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Inosuke Hashibira

When you first met Inosuke, let’s say you were pretty indifferent. He was all muscle, no brains, you’ve met a lot of guys like him. All they wanted were to be the best of the best, and pretty reckless.

Except, when you snuck up on him due to your zero intent in wanting to harm him, it really startled him. It freaked him out a little. Although, when you offered to treat his wounds, speaking to him as you would anybody else, he looked at you blankly.

You sighed, just doing it anyway, and when you did he jumped. “THAT HURTS” He’ll yelp, trying to snatch his arm back.

“STOP MOVING, YOU’LL REOPEN IT.”

After much struggle, he’ll feel a little warm and fuzzy feeling for you being kind to him. When you spoke, he didn’t understand you since you spoke in big words and he’s never heard them before. Although, he did pay attention to your actions. They were all full of meaning, you didn’t do something just to do them. You were full of kindness, and confidence.

After that, he felt a little need to not be mean to you and challenge you. He did steal your food still, he did sometimes bother you. While you were taking notes, doing science experiments, testing methods, working with poison, he’d sometimes mess something up.

Imma be honest- when you were trying to write your letters he sometimes messed around with your pen like a cat and he wouldn’t shut up with questions.

When you realized he didn’t know how to read or write, that’s when you began actually acknowledging him. You held some sort of pity with him. Especially after hearing his backstory, you wanted to expand his brain a little more.

He didn’t really like it at first, he hated learning. He’d doze off, he’d forget so easily. That is, until-

“Seriously? You can’t even do this? There’s no reason you shouldn’t be able to.”

That’s when he took up the challenge. He wanted to be the best of the best, and he began trying his best to learn to read or write.

When he learned to write his own name, that’s when you celebrated. You hugged him tightly, praised him, and that really boosted his ego.

You were so smart, and him knowing you were the most intellectual above most people, it drove him to do his best. Seeing how proud something so small made you, it made him want to make you even happier.

After every mission he’d make sure to spend sometime learning from you, small math equations, small science facts. When he realized everything was made of atoms- it blew his mind.

You began finding him attractive. His little success made you want to make him better, spend even more time with him, have him. Eventually, when he came to you asking why he felt the way he did, you explained to him what he was feeling was love.

Inosuke and you began having a relationship after that.

Now, you two spend some time reading children books with him cuddling up to you. You reminded him a bit of his elder guardian, you always gave him such an explosion of happy emotions.

When you went off on your tangent about science, complex math, screaming your cute little rants about literature, he got so happy to see you happy. He wanted to see you do those rants more.

Now he was working to make you happier than anyone else could.

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Back Again Pt 7

All –

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Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 –

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“So, how is it dear Cousin?” Dwalin asked grinning at you widely.

Weakly you giggled replying, “Big week.”

“Yes it is. Custody hearing, winning custody, engagement, first stop in at work, wedding, plans for having all the little ones for the summer, on top of Estel’s first sleepover, big steps.”

You giggled again, “Plus, got a call from my father,”

His brow inched up, “What did he have to say?”

“He congratulated me. Hoped I have better luck than he does.” You added with a weak giggle, “He said he’s got an appointment for a vasectomy.”

“Really?”

You nodded, “He made sure to follow tradition and get my approval first,” At taking in his puzzled expression you added, “It is supposed to be a, an assurance that his line will continue granting him a rest from conceiving.”

“Meaning-,”

“Meaning it was a question of if I will be having children. Logically it would be any of us, but me especially, as I’m the only one of age.”

“How is that on you, pressure wise?” he asked lowly in a concerned tone.

Your head shook, “Not any more than usual. There’s no deadline, no hopes to play grandpa. For all his great, dreams of a daughter I have fulfilled them splendidly. Quiet and obedient tending to my younger siblings as told, easing his struggles on that aspect.”

Exhaling lowly he stated, “That, is, terrible, but very common for Men I hear.” A grin from you eased him onwards, “I hear the drop in at work went well. The new author was thrilled to see you.”

“Ya, Bard. Actually he saw me, out in the hospital when I was having my surgery.”

“That’s why he told Dis to put you on it?”

You nodded, “He was there to visit a friend of his late Wife’s. Saw me sketching a girl from down the hall as a nurse checked on me, I had a few of my sketches up and he knew I would get it. Wants me to keep up to illustrate the series.”

“That’s great. Looking forward to your first full day? Estel seemed excited, talked about having a bag for his art supplies too for his area.”

You nodded, “Yes, he’s excited.” His brow twitched up again as he wet his lips and you curled your legs in front of you, “I’m just a bit nervous, I don’t know how we will do on our first day. How the day will go, what to do, I seem to breeze through things, and how to keep Estel distracted by me through it.” You shrugged, “Only one way to find out though.”

Dwalin chuckled, “Exactly. I am certain you will handle it marvelously. Besides, I hear with you signed on they’ve been getting countless calls confirming your employment. You have an untouchable reputation.”

You giggled softly, “Well, I usually tend to get what they need and want better than they can verbalize.”

Spreading his grin, “So, Father, summer visitation, work, how are you feeling?”

“Physically I’m better. Bruising is nearly all gone. Thorin helped me with the creams for the last of the swelling.”

Dwalin nodded, “Yes, he mentioned it was troublesome to apply.”

You nodded, “Not the most comfortable thing to do. Sad to say I all but passed out the first time I did it.” Parting his lips for a moment, “But it got better, kept it to once a week, I think just another week and I shouldn’t need it, though I should probably leave that to Oin and Gloin, Dis already set me up with an appointment few days back.”

Dwalin chuckled again, “They are anxious to see themselves how you are healing. Full round of scans and blood work and all that.”

“Ooh. So much fun and Estel is excited to go with the boys to the movies in my appointment tomorrow.”

Making him chuckle lowly, “So, four months until the final verdict, though we can at least get a first check up on it.” You nodded and he asked, “How are you doing on the change in appearance, tattoo and all I mean?”

Your head tilted to the side, “The uncovered scars are a bit unsettling.”

“Understandable.”

“Though mainly for, I left them uncovered, in case I have to, do it again.” At the tears looming in your eyes and dropping tone he settled his hands on your curled legs, “Though, I am trying to be positive. Have to keep going, hope for the best. Estel needs me, all the kids do.”

“We’re all here for you. Thorin especially. He is going slowly? Not pushing you too fast? I know most women, the house, the ring and ceremony. On top of your health, must be a change to say the least.”

“Thorin is spectacular. Great listener, very caring about everything. Very excited about everything. Built in family on my side too this time.”

“That’s the spirit. And now we just have to help your poor baby sisters on their flirting.”

Making you cover your face giggling, “I can’t help it, it’s genetic. Makes me wonder how father ever earned a date let alone so many wives.” Making him chuckle again as your hands dropped, “Even with the boys, all so adorable and blush inducing.”

“True. Dis can help. Bella and Gorgo too. They can learn that, wiggle into their confidences, you’ve set a great foothold already, instilling in them the willingness to stand up alone and together, great morals, impressive self image. Not that they need it being every bit as drop dead bewitching as you are, even more so with your flirting fails. You have done spectacularly. You do know that, don’t you?”

You nodded and wiped your cheek with a soft sniffle at the single tear breaking free, “I wanted them to have something close to what I had. My Mom, was unbreakable. Even after she was gone, I used to imagine she just turned to clouds to follow me around when I needed her. I wanted them to know someone was there for them, nothing more, just them. That there was one person there loving them, ready to face the world to tear their path clear. And it hurt, sending them away again, and not telling them. But they’re closer now, and so ready to spend summer together when it rolls around.”

“That’s good. Now we just have to decorate your office and their rooms for them.”

“Yes, they are thrilled about that one. Fuzzy blankets and bean bag chairs, so many pillows.”

Again your legs curled tighter and his eyes lowered, “Your legs hurt?”

Sighing you wobbled your knees, “Just feeling restless. Keep fighting against working out. There’s a gym here. I used to do squats and lunges in commercial breaks and I slipped and did a set after Thorin left for work.”

Dwalin chuckled, “I am certain a small amount for your legs will not do harm. In fact, Gloin commented as long as your internal scarring is healed you could slip back into it. Carefully.”

Looking him over you asked, “How often do you handle this normally? Mastectomies?”

Inhaling steadily he said, “I have handled this before, though it’s not as common as my other patients. A couple every few years, though we tend to keep up with them for a few years after. Mostly with family as well, if the girls or your brothers want to talk about it, we did give them our numbers and emails to do so. Your dad does know?”

Wetting your lips you shrugged and said, “If the girls haven’t told him in their calls and emails monthly then no. But soon enough I’ll know either way to tell him if he asks.”

An hour seemed to breeze by and with all you covered more and more Dwalin had more of a clearer picture of all you were taking in and how you were leveling through it all in stride. It was a lot and near an unbearable level of stress for anyone else to handle, but between your stubbornness and the family gathering around you there were plenty of ears to borrow and shoulders to lean on. Back at work again Dwalin passed on a picture Estel sent with him Thorin proudly hung up on his wall listening to the dinner plans the whole clan had set up at their place tonight.

Six came soon enough and Estel grinned wider in his place by the door ready with picture in hand hearing the car park and then the boot steps that followed until the door opened. His arms shot up and Thorin’s smile at returning home again to his new family doubled seeing his warm welcome. Crouching down he accepted the picture and hugged the boy tightly returning his welcoming hug to lift him asking, “What have you been up to, hmm?” Carrying him inside as he bumped the door shut behind him listening to the full recap. Straight through to the living room he walked, setting down his bag to smirk at you watching as you laid on the end of the lounge at the end of the couch with legs extended to tap the ground then rise up to hip level.

Turning your head you curled your legs and sat up pretending you hadn’t been exercising making him chuckle as you asked, “Busy day?”

He nodded, “Sort of. Had the privilege to hang a marvelous piece of art in my office today.”

Making Estel gasp and ask, “Really?”

Thorin nodded and rumbled back as he sat down beside you, “Really. Your picture, right on my wall, best spot, everyone loved it.”

Kissing his forehead he watched as Estel shifted his legs and slid off his lap saying, “I have more!”

A lean in later and his lips met yours while his hand cupped your cheek then purred, “I saw that.”

Rolling your head back you groaned, “Two sets of twins, then two single kids, I had hours of work and now,” you groaned again at his next chuckle, “I can’t just sit still, if my brain isn’t rushing my body has to.”

He chuckled again, “All lower body?” You nodded and he chuckled back as Estel rushed back with a full sketchbook he settled into Thorin’s lap, “I am certain Gloin won’t object.” His grin widening lifting Estel back onto his lap to flip through the choices he had, each one more impressive than the last as the story he was writing with them was shared stirring proud tears into the Dwarf’s eyes.

The story again was shared at dinner where you had confirmed you had a copied version of it printed and waiting for the images to be added to a scrapbook to hold it in when complete. Tables were packed with the meals the entire family brought out for you three to sample to your hearts desire until you finally headed home for the night. A simple night of snuggling after eating far too much to keep you conscious for long you were changed and tangled in bed until daybreak when appointments pulled you from bed, but not before the young brothers Fili and Kili hopped on your bed sharing they had made your breakfast. Overly eager for their own time with their newest cousin they helped to ready him and then dashed out the door with him after assuring you had traded pecks on his cheeks.

The door closed and with a few minutes left until you had to split up Thorin’s arms circled you lifting you in a warm kiss then hummed against your lips, “I will try to get there as soon as I can.”

“No rush, I know you have important patients to see to.”

His eyes narrowed playfully at you, “I am off at lunch, Gloin said it would cut close, but I should be there by the end of your last test to hear the results. And then I can bring you back here and feed you.” Planting his lips on yours again he lowered you and held your hand on your way out until you had to break for your own cars after another stolen kiss.

…

Cold and painful, your memories of the last hospital you were in. However this pastel painted waiting room seemed a bit warmer in Thorin’s borrowed cardigan you pulled around you in your peering up at the tv show playing lowly on the wall across from you.

“Pear?” At your last name you shot up with a faint grin at the woman feeling the eyes of the other patients around you staring at you wondering what had brought you here.

Weight taken and into the exam room you went, sitting so blood pressure and pulse could be taken along with a blood and urine sample. A plain ridiculously large gown was handed over and as expected you when alone stripped to your panties and socks leaving the rest folded on the chair along the wall. Your grin flashed back at the door when it opened revealing Oin with a grin of his own. Chuckling lowly he approached saying, “Jaqi, I see we still have yet to find any of our smaller sized gowns, I apologize.”

You giggled ad shook your head, “I’m used to it.”

Inhaling sharply he stated, “I will do the basic exam and then Gloin will head your scans and we will conference after.”

You nodded, mumbling, “Fun.”

Forcing out a chuckle again he raised his hands after adding a set of gloves to feel around your neck, wetting your lips you stared ahead as the back of your gown was opened and he felt for any abnormalities before you shrugged out of your gown and laid back resting your arms up over your head. Inch by inch he ensured a thorough inspection, focusing especially on your surgical scars asking, “Have you been exercising at all?”

“A few leg reps and some lower abdominals.”

At your sheepish glance up at him he chuckled saying, “No need for that expression. I am glad you have picked up some again, restlessness tends to worsen moods in post surgical patients. No upper body just yet, nice and simple body weight only for now. Even some time on Thorin’s treadmill or reclined bike, no more than half an hour mind for the workout, any problems with your cycles?” he asked inching his fingers lower to your pelvis, “No history of ovarian cysts or anything like that?”

“No, cycles are regular, had to get off my birth control for all this. Not much of a change off it.”

“No abnormalities by my inspection.” His hand stretched out to help you up and to ease your gown back on after stealing another glimpse at your tattoo, “I will tell Gloin you are ready for the first scan.” Stepping back he made for the door only to chuckle seeing Gloin waiting outside with a grin, “Ah, and here he is.”

You hopped down and Gloin’s grin spread as you joined him for the walk to the other end of the floor for your full body xray that would be followed by a full color full body scan to assure nothing was missed.

Awkwardly a series of xrays were taken and another short walk after brought you into a chilly room with a large machine inside. Oin was back with you helping Gloin to get you on the table, coated with a blanket with a pair of headphones around your ears inside the head rest. Through them your favorite Dwarf instrumental band was playing, raising the struggle not to move but helping to calm you through the twenty minute scan in the clicking and banging machine.

Outside the machine you looked over the eased grins on their faces out of habit making you wonder just what they had seen on the screens. Again you were taken back to your private room where you were told you could redress. Jeans, shirts again were wrapped around you and you sat on the end of your bed with your foot propped up tying your sneaker. Lowering your foot at the knock on your door you spotted the door cracking open, “Love?”

“Hey Thorin.” With a grin he slipped inside closing the door behind him, crossing the room to take your foot you had eased your second sneaker onto. Resting it against his thigh he tightened the laces and tied them, gently lowering it after and moved closer to plant his lips against yours.

“Any word yet?”

You shook your head, “No, just got back from the last of it.”

He nodded looking you over, “Cold?”

“The cardigan is still a bit warm, it’s helping.”

Chuckling lowly he turned to lean against the table draping his arms around you planting his lips on your forehead and he purred, “Can’t have you being cold, Karuke.”

Around you he melted hoping to warm you with his own usual body heat and for the next few minutes he shared what he could of his day until the fated click of the door opening again for the father and son to enter again.

Oin started as they grinned at you both, “Bloodwork and urine samples are leaps and bounds over your last tests before the surgery. Physical exam is ahead of standard healing markers for just over a month out.”

Gloin, “The xrays were clear, though I would like to, at a later date of course, discuss ways to manage that fracture in your foot if it is hurting you any.”

Oin again shared, “As for the full body scans they all came back clean. Remaining breast tissue and glands are all clear, lymph nodes are normal. Ovaries and uterus are clear of any cysts and abnormalities. We will need to check again at the four month marker, but I would say you’re in the clear.” Stirring a teary grin onto your face as Thorin’s eyes welled with tears over his spreading smile as his head tapped against yours for a few moments to collect himself.

Gloin eyed you then asked, “I do have to ask, it is an awkward place to fracture your foot, how did you do that?”

Weakly you chuckled and sniffles wiping your cheeks, “It, um, first time was a mishap with the stroller for the girls and some stairs after shopping. Then later, there was an unfortunate pogo stick accident with Tippy.” Their brows rose and you sighed, “She got a pogo stick as a present and there was a garden on the back and she was popping around, but the moss grew up over the end of the walkway and the end slipped. I lunged, caught her and my foot slid end ended up sort of bending awkwardly into the moss. Sort of wobbled it off, each time, waited till the nanny could come in and I went to the hospital, ended up in a boot both times and it just was hard to stay off it with the stairs so it never really healed properly.”

Glowing nodded, “I believe a short while out we should see to that. I would hate for you to have another stumble and break it worse.”

You nodded, “Well it would have to be before the summer break, to be safe then.”

Oin chuckled saying, perhaps we could celebrate your four month check up with a boot then.” Making you giggle to yourself. “So, take the rest of your set month off, to settle into things and ease your way back into your exercise routines. I would say some easy upper body work would be safe, all body weight mind you, just for now. End of the month you can start low on the weights again.”

“Thank you.” They both chuckled and when you eased down accepted you sniffle filled hugs and then showed you out after setting a date at the end of the month for another check up.”

Out at your cars again a giggling squeak left you at Thorin’s tight hug lifting you off the ground, mumbling into your shoulder, “Oh this is wonderful news.” Your head pulled back and his grin melted against your lips, pressing your forehead to his he purred, “I love you.”

Giggling back you replied, “I love you, my giant teddy bear.” Making him chuckle and steal another kiss, “Now, don’t you have to head back?”

He nodded, “Yes. And you have to head home, where Amad will be waiting with tea.” Making you giggle again, “They are just itching to know.”

“Go save the world Teddy Bear.” Making him chuckle again, “I will see you at five.”

His eyes remained fixed on you as long as they could until he had to turn away heading back to work. A massive grin settled onto his face and mentally he’d settled to bursting in to share the good news to his waiting cousins.

The closer he got Thorin’s grin spread as his fears had diminished greatly seeing the ease in you at the good news. Endlessly his mind rattled on as for how to share the news with his cousins. Just parking outside he spotted their faces in one of the windows making him chuckle in his climb out of the car to lock it and head for the side entrance they used. Eagerly Bofur opened it and Thorin passed by as Dwalin said, “You’re smiling, good sign. Right?”

Thorin grinned turning to them, “Scans, bloodwork and xrays are clear along with the physical exam. She has been cleared to ease back into exercise between here and the end of her month off.” His hand rose to pause their hugs as his grin spread, “And especially it appeared her ovaries and uterus are completely healthy and clear. We still have to check in after another four months but they think she’s in the clear.”

He looked over the group and chuckled at their frozen stances, “Now we can hug.”

They all lunged forward wrapping their arms around him tightly. When they pulled back Dwalin asked, “Should I take my lunch over? Just to check in to help her ease into it?”

Thorin chuckled shaking his head, “Amad said she was going to go over with Frerin for the afternoon to help with that until Estel comes home. She said she’s going to call her siblings too after their classes are through.”

Straight home you went and into the kitchen where you heard a soft chatter and found Frerin and Diaa both setting the table for the light tea and snacks they put out. Eager grins spread across their faces and they listened at you shared the news, tearing up the whole time. Frerin neared you when you finished crouching down to lift you into a tight hug to melt around you at the first sniffle at your burying your head in the crook of his neck while Diaa rubbed your back, “I got you Sis.”

For a few minutes you stayed there until he released you when you drew back and then he set you down kissing the top of your head and Diaa claimed a hug of her own along with a kiss on your cheek saying, “Come have some tea, and we can talk it all out.”

You nodded and sat between them as they delved into it all easing your doubts and worries about the next few months at least but a phone call tore you from all that. With a brow raised you lifted your phone to your ear, “You’re supposed to be in class.”

Through the line the eldest of the twin girls said, “I know, but I just had to know how it all went. How did it go?”

A weak chuckle left you and you said, “It all came back clear so far. Still another check up in a few months.” Through the line you could hear a throat clear turning your sister’s head, “Now you go get back to class.”

Cheerfully she bounced on her toes saying, “I will, and I’ll stop the others to share the news with them too. I love you.”

“I love you. Now don’t you get into any more trouble.”

She giggled and hung up the phone and turned to the waiting Headmaster with her arms crossed, “I’m sorry.”

“You know you are only permitted-,”

“I know, but see, my older sister has cancer,” parting the woman’s lips, “Had surgery for it, just got her first check up after. It couldn’t wait four more days. I’m sorry.”

The Headmaster sighed and motioned her hands, “This once I will allow it. In the future kindly try to have her appointments scheduled on the weekends.”

She nodded, “I will tell her.”

“Off to class.”

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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Sweet Girl - 3

Chapter 3 – I'm going to f***** scream.

The relief I had felt when I saw that there was a small block of showers on the ferry was only mildly orgasmic. I used Clay's credit card to buy a bottle of 2 in 1 shampoo so I could wash my hair. When I dragged myself under the water I started to feel human again. I washed out all the bits of brain and skull out of the rats nest that I called my hair. I tried not to look at the drain where it was all being collected. I used every last drop of the shampoo to clean myself and as soon as the water ran clear, instead of being a murky brown colour, I stepped out to use the useless hair dryer.

"I thought you had washed down the drain," Jax said when I came out to meet him on the deck of the boat.

I laughed lightly as I threw away the t-shirt and bits of my friends' killer in a bin.

I was feeling slightly better by now. I tried to push the last 24 hours out of my memory but as hard as I did, I couldn't get her face out of my brain. Before I had found the showers, Jax and I had gone to the small clothing store looking for something for me to wear. I went for all black to blend in with my travelling companions, I had told him but I wore a lot of black anyway. He had convinced me to get a leather jacket too, an item that I had never owned in my life.

"No way," I argued with a laugh, "I'll look like such a try hard."

"Just buy the damn thing; you'll look badass. The rest of the girls wear them anyway. You're gonna fit right in."

I purposefully chose clothes that I never would have worn in England. I'm not going to be a business bitch in California, why try to dress like one? I'll have to admit, wearing flat shoes felt nice; I knew I could probably walk for hours in these boots. I was just in a plain black cropped tank top and high-waisted jeans. I was more comfortable in these clothes than in the pencil skirts and high heels but I don't think I looked as good.

"Best get back to Clay, he's tried ringing me about a million times."

Jax showed me his phone and saw that there were 3 missed calls.

When we approached the other men, Chibs let out a low whistle and pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. I twirled around and posed dramatically. Clay held out his hand for the credit card.

I shook my head and took the card out of my pocket to put in his hands but then snatched it away. It was childish, admittedly, but did I regret it? Not at all.

"Come on gents," I said, "Does anyone fancy lunch?"

"Vivania," Clay warned in a low, warning voice.

"Are you seriously trying to parent me right now?"

He was getting angry but I was beginning to think that perhaps stealing his credit card wasn't the best idea but the humour in my cousins eyes told me to carry on.

"I'm not a child," I said, even though I knew full well I was acting like a spoilt teenager, "I bet they're hungry. I know I am."

"It's the least you could do Clay," Jax laughed, "you kind of owe her. Besides, my stomach has been growling all morning."

Clay sighed then walked towards me with a mildly defeated expression.

The cheerful and good humoured atmosphere didn't last long though. Mid way through our lunch, paid for by Clay before he snatched the credit card back, a news report came on.

"Police are still looking for Emilia D'Arcy after yesterday's shooting at the St. Trents School; a private school on the southern English coast," a news reader states as a photograph of me at my college graduation is shown on the screen, "all that is known about the incident is that it involved the Warrens; a notorious and violent American street gang based in California USA. There has been no official ransom notice or photographs. None of Miss D'Arcy's family have come forward as of yet… The weather in the north-"

I shrunk down in my seat as some people turned to eye us suspiciously.

"I think we should get back to the van, Jacky Boy." Chibs said quietly.

Jax nodded and tapped my shoulder before we stood up. I took one last gulp of my tea and followed them out.

"Who are the Warrens?" I asked Jax once we got back to the vehicle.

"A family, rival club. We did them a dirty deal and they took it… personally."

"And I come into it how? How did they find out who I was?"

"They're a family. Your stepdad is called Michael Warren, right?"

Fuck, was my first thought, fucking shit, was my second.

"He's from England. It's a coincidence, surely?"

I started putting things together in my head. It was like some sort weird montage.

All of those men coming into the house when I was a child in their leather vests; the angry phone calls he would make and then throw the phone.

"He is the leader?" I asked Clay.

"No, a brother; sent to run the British charter; Christopher Warren is the pres. of the mother club."

I looked at him just baffled with the whole situation. How had it turned so crazy so fast? The other day I was working towards my degree, my friend was still alive and I was in no known danger.

"I just-" I shrugged in disbelief.

"I'll explain it all when we get home Vivania," Clay said carefully, "but right now we need to stay under the radar. No leaving this van unless you need to piss, got it? Chibs, you and Hap are going with Viv if she needs to leave."

"Babysitters? Really? Are you kidding? I can look after myself."

"Aye," Chibs said and showed me his forearms, "you're scrappy alright."

"Shit," I gasped and gently touched the scratches I had evidently made when they pulled me out of my dorm.

"Scrappy ain't gonna save your life though."

"I am so sorry."

I looked back up to him with wide eyes. I didn't even know I had done it, I didn't know who was pulling me out of that dorm. He had been so kind to me; I felt bad.

"Don't worry about it, I've had worse."

I looked over the scars on his cheeks and frowned. I guess they had been through a lot more than what I had seen. I wondered suddenly how many people they had killed, or had seen die. How much blood had they spilled in the name of the Sons of Anarchy? I shuddered at the thought. I realised I was still staring at him and looked away with a flush on my cheeks. I was sat in a van with, what are essentially, 4 mass murderers. I shrunk back in my seat and stayed mostly quiet for the rest of the journey.

After what felt like weeks, we were back on solid ground and driving through Charming. I couldn't help but smile when I saw the old sign that hadn't changed since I left. To be honest, nothing had changed much. It was more built up than I remembered it being but my memories were so fuzzy it was like it happened to someone else.

"Welcome home, Pumpkin." Clay said with a smile as he pulled into the TM Motors lot.

Stepping out of the van into the hot California sun and onto the forecourt of the garage felt like a dream. My shoes scuffed against the rough ground as I looked around. The only things that had changed were the men walking around in the uniforms and the sign above the work area. Bikes lined the road leading into it and I couldn't help but be mesmerised by how they all shone in the sun. There were girls sitting on them talking to men that did that manly nod to Jax and Clay as we passed them.

"Is that her?!" I heard a voice shout over and whipped my head around to see a tall man with a beard and beanie on, despite the weather.

"Harry?!" I shouted, a look of delight lit up his face and he started walking towards me.

I jogged to him; as soon as we met he laughed and grabbed me into a bear hug, lifting me off my feet with ease. I hugged him back tightly as he spun me around.

"You were just a skinny kid," I said when he put me back on the floor, "what the fuck happened?"

"Same to you," he said and looked me up and down, not like he was checking me out, just like he couldn't believe that I was grown up, "I missed you, kid."

I nodded and held back tears as the others had caught up. There were lots of 'bro hugs' going on and I watched the exchanges with interest. I felt like such an outsider; something I hadn't felt since I started school before I got a name for myself with my… antics. More people were starting to gather around I was introduced to them all, the entire time I was looking for my aunt Gemma. I met with Mr. Winston, although he said to please call him Piney, and hugged him tenderly.

"I swear to god," I said quietly to Chibs after being introduced to Bobby Elvis, "if I hear one more ridiculous name, I'm going to fucking scream."

He chuckled beside me as a man with a Mohawk approached my nervously. He was so sweet looking that I could barely see him as a killer. He smiled at me and scratched the back of his head.

"Hey," he said, "I'm Juice."

"Oh my god." I sighed and heard Chibs laugh beside me.

"What?"

"Nothing," I shook my head, "it's nice to meet you."

Later on that evening I still hadn't seen Aunt Gemma and I was getting tense. I had been promised that I would see her at the "family dinner" which wasn't just Gemma, Clay, Jax and I; it was the whole club. I had met most of them already except for a few that were out on a "run". I said bye and see you later to the guys and Clay drove me to his and Gemma's place. It was the first time we had been alone since the school. I was nervous and tired but mostly hungry.

The smell of cooking hit me as soon as I walked in and my stomach growled.

"Vee!?"

I recognised the voice as soon as I heard it. When she came to the hallway where I was stood with my arms folded nervously. I had missed her so much.

"C'mere Baby," she said and I ran into her open arms.

She hadn't changed at all, not really. I hugged her so tightly that she had to tell me to loosen my grip. I apologised but didn't let go.

Back when I was a child, Aunt Gemma was one of the only sources of stability in my young life. She always had me over to her house to sleep if my mother was going particularly crazy; there was always a bed for me there. That's where I had been when I was taken away.

"It's ok, darlin'," she whispered into my hair, "you're safe here."

I nodded and pulled away. She cupped my face with her hands and kissed my forehead gently before taking my hand and leading me into the kitchen where I saw a couple of other women chopping up vegetables and working over pots. She introduced me to Luanne and Lila.

"Do you need me to help?" I asked after I had greeted them.

"Can you make any desserts?" Luanne asked, "I don't think I'm gonna have time."

"Yeah sure. What have you got?"

I spent the latter part of the afternoon helping the other ladies in the kitchen talking about my school life and the mischief I had got up to with Anya. They laughed when I told them about the different guys I had slept with and why I had broken up with them.

"He legitimately thought he was a werewolf!" I told them as they laughed, "He used to howl when he came and it was the funniest thing! I could never keep a straight face."

"Private school isn't quite all it looks on the TV, huh?" Aunt Gemma said before tasting my cake batter, "that's delicious, by the way."

I grinned, happy that I had impressed her.

Once everything was finished the others had started to arrive and my stomach started turning in knots when I heard their voices.

"Go and get cleaned up, hon; we'll see you in a minute." Gemma said.

After I had washed my hands I followed the cacophony of noise coming from where I guessed the dining room was. There was a huge table, lined with people. It was amazing. Jax had come over immediately with his son in his arms and his girlfriend by his side.

"Hi," she said with a welcoming smile, "I'm Tara. Jax has told me all about you; what he didn't Gemma did."

I laughed but wasn't embarrassed; they were some funny stories.

Gemma was at one end of the table while Clay was at the other end. Jax and Tara sat up near Clay with Opie and Chibs. There was only a couple of people I hadn't met, one of them was a handsome guy with amazing blue eyes and dark hair. He walked over to me, picked up my hand and kissed it. I laughed but felt myself blushing slightly.

"Hello beautiful lady," he said, "I'm Alexander Trager, but you can call me Tig."

"I'm Emi- I'm Vivania." using my real name will take some getting used too, "It's nice to meet you Tig."

"Down boy!" Chibs shouted over and threw a bread roll at the back of Tig's head.

The latter whipped around and went to throw it back but Gemma had barked at them to grow up. Immediately, they stopped and behaved themselves. I looked at her with an amused expression; impressed that she could get the big, bad biker guys to shut up and sit down. Gemma winked at me and patted the space next to her so I could sit down.

Dinner went by quite well, I chatted and was charismatic although I felt so nervous I thought I was going to faint. It came back to the realisation I had in the van. I was sat at a table full of killers but watching them interact and listening to them talking to each other made it hard to believe. Soon though, conversation had turned to the Warrens. I was listening really intently.

"So," Chibs said as he took a third slice of my chocolate cake, "what are we gonna do about those fuc- um… pricks?"

"We can't just go in guns blazing," Clay said with a casual sip of beer, "there'll be all sorts of complications with their allies. We've got to be careful."

"So undercut their business," I said and looked between them and all the other people around the table looked at me, "they supply guns too right?"

They nodded.

I said ,"okay, then take away their business. If they bought the guns from SOA to then sell onto other people then they could offer to cut out the middle man, sell them the product for cheaper therefore making the Warrens part of the deal obsolete. They could get the contacts from the Warrens system, which wouldn't be hard to do, if my stepdad's lack of computer knowledge was anything to go by, and contact them directly."

"Ok…" Clay nodded slowly, mulling over my idea, "and how do we get them to bite? They are gonna go to the Warrens if they are close enough."

"No offence," I said with a smile, "they're all criminals, just like you. If you guys were offered a new price, which your enemies weren't going to get, would you tell people about it? Unlikely. Getting them to take the offer is the hard part, find out what they like. Drugs, guns, girls? Whatever it is, deliver it to them, for free as a thank you, with some of your best men as guard dogs. You need to make it seem like you care about them; make them think you value their business.

"Once you've got them and their other clientele, the Warrens go out of business; they leave to find someone else to sell your guns too. You take their business, you take their land and you can expand not only the SOA but Teller-Morrow motors. You can raise your prices slowly until they are paying the same amount that they were paying the Warrens and your guys are rolling in the dough."

They were looking impressed with my idea and a warm feeling of pride was spreading through me.

"Baking and criminally minded," Tig said with a sly smile, "how are you still single?"

"Just lucky I guess," I shrugged, winking at him.

A discussion ensued about the new plan. I felt a warm hand on my arm and looked over to Gemma who was looking at me with a proud smile and nodding. They were talking about the Warren's buyers, who they were and what they liked. Clay tapped his beer bottle on the table silencing everybody.

"Ok, I know we're all excited, but let's talk about this more tomorrow in Church. Before we do anything, I want to run it by my daughter," he pointed at me with his bottle, "she'll be the brains behind the operation."

By then it was far too late, everyone that had brought their children had gone home along with some others. The only people left around the table were myself, Clay, Chibs, Jax and Tig just drinking and talking. It felt nice, honestly, normal. I felt almost at home. I could hear Gemma clattering around in the kitchen as she cleaned up and conversation had turned back to my time at the school. I poured myself some more wine as I answered their questions.

"So," Jax asked, "how many languages do you actually speak?"

"Like 4 fluently, not including English. I speak, Spanish, Russian, French and Italian. Oh and Latin but nobody knows what that actually sounds like so I don't really count it."

"Clever girl," Chibs said with a slight slur in his voice.

I shrugged again and drained the rest of the bottle of wine into my glass although I was feeling extremely drowsy. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to find the room that had been set up for me. I stood up, with my wine in hand, and announced that I was going to bed. I leant down and kissed Jax on the cheek before going to leave but I heard Tig go, 'Um, what about us?' so I turned and kissed the others to, saying goodnight as I went round the table.

"Good to have you back, Kid." Clay said seriously after I stood up back up from him.

I nodded silently and moved over to Chibs, placing my arm around his shoulders to pull him closer before planting a gentle kiss on his scarred cheek.

"Goodnight Chibs, thanks for coming to get me," I said to him as I stood back up.

"Don't worry about it," he said quietly, looking almost shy.

When I got to Tig I laughed; he had stood up with his arms open wide. I stepped close to him and hugged him, careful not to spill my wine. He kissed me hard on the lips.

"Goodnight Tigger." I laughed and stepped away.

I had stumbled up the stairs with my head spinning and vision blurry. I did find the bedroom eventually, thanks to Gemma coming out of her bedroom and pointed me in the right direction. I collapsed fully clothed on the bed and fell asleep straight away.

Sorry!: that was a bit more cheerful, wasn't it? Sorry for the late update, I was meaning for this to be up yesterday but it turned out to be a bit hectic for me on a personal level but hopefully you'll forgive me? I made this one at least 1000 words longer than my previous chapters. I just couldn't stop writing! I probably rambled a lot but I have set up the subplot that I'm hoping to carry on with during this story.

Thanks for all the lovely comments guys! I have really needed something positive to look at these past couple of days and I just kept rereading them. I know it sounds sad but this is the first ever thing I have ever put of mine anywhere for people to see and all your nice words mean a lot to me.

Enough rambling!

Thanks again,

Love, Doe xx

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Five shots too many - Adult!Maxvid!AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

The night

Summary: Mistakes are made.

Additional comments: Not beta-read.

WARNING: NSFW/Smut through the whole chapter (Top!Max + Bottom!David).

You can also read it on AO3. Enjoy!

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His brain was a fuzzy mess.

The skin under Max’s lips was hot. Hot and a little bit sweaty. It smelt of alcohol, some kind of cologne and there was even a soft hint of cold, winter air.

The body in front of him became rigid as a string the moment Max’s lips landed on the nape. Max knew it would happen, heck, David himself had said that it was his sensitive spot. But hearing about it, imagining doing it, imagining others doing it and actually doing it were totally different matters.

The hand holding the keys stopped midway and wavered, just as the tremble ran through the body in his arms. The shudder resonated in Max’s own bones.

Intoxicating. He knew he shouldn’t do it. He knew he shouldn’t have started it, because now he couldn’t step back. He should be the one wiser here. Max only had like two beers too many, David… David had five shots too many (and it was pretty visible in his futile attempts to open the door).

Max was a terrible person.

David’s breath hitched, with small gasps leaving his mouth after that. And there was something at the end of every exhale – a tone of voice, a shadow of a beautiful sound – that still didn’t leave his lips.

He had to see this. He had to hear this.

So Max bit the skin softly, sucking it and marking with his own teeth. The arm that was holding David’s upright (preventing from falling face down first) hugged him closer.

This time the sound left these red lips. A shivering moan – maybe even a whine. But the vibrations which jumped like electricity between their bodies were making Max want more, more, more. It was too hot, too perfect – too everything – how the body in front of him wiggled – not really knowing if it wanted to move closer to get more of it, or actually away.

The key still presented in David’s palm was now few centimeters away from the lock. And in his current state, Max was sure the older male wouldn’t put the key in the hole anyway. So with his other hand he grabbed David’s palm and guided it to the lock.

The sound of an opening door never made him feel so relieved and excited.

Max opened the door and pushed David inside. There was a short gasp, something even similar to coherent words when the male tried to understand where he was. But Max closed the white door, locked it and then pushed David’s body against it, getting rid of both their jackets first.

“W-wha-“

Their jackets landed on the floor.

The mouth that had left the spot on David’s neck, returned to it, pressing, pushing, nipping, biting. Needing more of this contact, needing to hear more of these soft whimpers, needing to feel the body beneath him lose it.

Just as Max had lost it long time ago.

This time the reaction was faster, louder, more… clear.

David’s arched his back, mouth opening to let out a sound – but the whine was cut in the middle, as their bodies rubbed together. His eyes fluttered closed, hands which suddenly found their way to Max’s back clawed his shirt there.

But it wasn’t enough, Max had to have more. He was selfish, he knew it, but he couldn’t stop. Maybe it was the alcohol in his veins, maybe it was the alcohol in David’s veins, but Max didn’t care.

(He would probably tomorrow, but it was tomorrow Max problem, not his)

Max’s mouth moved higher, near David’s chin, sucking and leaving trail of wet kisses and hickeys along the way. He stepped closer, way, way closer – now he felt every muscle in David’s body brushing against his own. He felt every rustle of their clothes mingling together. He felt every rise and fall of David’s chest. He felt the soft trembles running around the body in front of him and it made him want to see, feel, hear more.

He kind of imagined it a little bit different. Maybe more cheesy, maybe more angry, maybe more… something else. Definitely not like this.

Max finally found David’s mouth, half-opened now. He licked the bottom lip softly, then grazed his teeth on it, pulling it delicately. Only to tease, not to hurt. Max didn’t want to hurt him in the end. Or ever.

The hands on his back wrinkled his shirt. Max had no fucking idea if this was a good or bad sign, but he couldn’t wait more. Especially when David’s mouth was near his own. So he kissed him, pressing into the chapped bliss in front of him.

Max definitely could taste the alcohol lingering inside David’s mouth. He had drank quite too much. And in every other situation the sweet taste would be too much for Max, now it was perfect. It was delicious as Max’s tongue roamed around David mouth, trying to feel as much as he could, tasting David for the very first time, sensing the pure electrifying, stunning excitement running down his spine.

Max’s tongue swirled around David’s one, urging him to… do something.

His brain was buzzing, his heart was jumping wildly inside his chest. His one hand sneaked around David’s waist, bringing him closer to Max’s body. The other palm moved to David’s neck, near his ear.

He had to have more. He needed to have more.

And when Max thought that he wouldn’t get any response, David kissed back.

David’s tongue swirled, making small circles on Max’s one. It was a little bit unsure, like he was testing the ice under his feet. Or maybe he was simply unsure about his experience. Either way, Max didn’t care.

Max’s body definitely didn’t care as he stepped closer, fully pushing David hard against the wall. Every distance between them was too much. Every small gap was too big. Every thin cover of clothes was making him furious.

David’s body wriggled below him as Max tilted his head and devoured the mouth in front of him, lapping, sucking and kissing every possible place. He wanted to write that memory down in his mind, to put the experience somewhere to relive it later. So Max kissed David as hard, as passionately as he could, putting everything into it and taking as much as he needed and could. Especially the oxygen.

David’s tilted his head a little and Max moved a millimeter away, disconnecting their lips in the process. The red haired male’s hot breath ghosted over his lips. Three breaths. It was as much as Max could give David before he moved down to kiss him again.

David’s nails scraped his back through the shirt. And fuck, it was amazing.

But the distance was still too much, too big, especially as Max had to lean down a little to claim these red, too sweet, delicious, addicting lips. He needed to feel the body squirm under him, he needed to feel every muscle tense when he kissed the hot skin, he needed to feel the heartbeat running wildly through the chest, he had to sense the shiver and moans he was getting from David.

So he did the most logical thing his drunk brain was telling him to do. He hoisted David up, so now their lips were in perfect, synchronized line. So as their bodies.

David yelped, in surprise or embarrassment, or maybe both. Max wasn’t sure, nor he really cared. But the hands which were on his back, moved and circled around his neck, holding tightly.

“Wait, wait-“ Another sentence (hopeful, incoherent words) was cut in the middle, smashed to pieces when Max dove down to put his mouth on David’s neck. Just above the place he had touched few minutes ago. Near that awful bruise the other man had left.

Do it, do it, do it!

Max bit the skin in the same moment as David opened his mouth to say his name. This short word (it was only three letters, one syllable) was whined, maybe even shouted, but it was the most beautiful thing Max heard in his entire life.

Yes, David was moaning his name. Only his. Not anyone’s else. And it was perfect this way.

(Especially not this fucktard who didn’t deserve David. Max didn’t deserve him either, but he at least didn’t want to hurt him.)

David’s chest rubbed against his own, their heartbeats for a moment jumped into synchronization. So did their bodies, as Max grinded hard on David’s hips.

The fact that David wrapped his own legs around Max’s waist (for support, probably) didn’t help the blissful friction which appeared between them. Max growled, maybe biting too hard into David’s skin in the process, but it didn’t matter. David’s angelic moans mattered.

Max’s now prominent boner mattered, but a little bit less.

He moved his mouth away, staring in the darkness at the small red mark he left there. Perfect. Astonishing mark made on David’s rosy skin. But two weren’t enough. He had to make more. He had to hear more of David’s voice. He had to make him feel more… everything – happy, meaningful, full, important, significant, incredible, marvelous, stunning – show that he cared, show that David was… enough. That he deserved the best, even though Max couldn’t give it all to him.

But damn he would try. If only David let him do all of this (and more), Max would show him how he truly appreciated everything about him.

Yet this one night had to be enough.

Night was such a short time to show how you truly feel about someone.

Grind after grind. Kiss after kiss. Peck after peck. Bite after bite. Lick after lick. Soon David’ neck was covered in red and very faint gray points, dots, splatters, bruises, stains. Max tried not to be rough, tried to understand how far he could go just by listening to David’s vocal responses, but they weren’t enough.

It was a blissful mess. But the soft rustles of clothes between them was making Max’s insane.

With a new resolve –

a terrible idea, the most intelligent part of his brain whispered softly somewhere at the back of his mind

– he grabbed David’s hips and moved them both to the table in the living room.

A couch would be more comfortable, but it was around ten steps away. Table was only seven and it was still too far away.

Max’s put David down on the table, gently as not to hurt him, and got comfortable between his legs still wrapped around his waist. At first it didn’t even look like David noticed the change of place, too interested in making Max’ breath hitch and stop when he planted few hickeys on his dark skin.

Max would treasure them. It was sad that they will disappear in few hours or days.

His hand left the hip and slowly moved up to the white shirt, now crumpled like an ocean in the middle of a storm. The fingers dove under the cloth, tracing softly the delicate skin on the stomach.

This made David squirm. Maybe he was just ticklish.

He was probably ticklish.

But the half-opened mouth, gasping loudly when piece after piece of skin was revealed to Max, was too tempting. Almost inviting. Waiting to be claimed one more time by him.

Max moved down, connecting their lips. Both his hands now moved around David’s stomach, slowly unbuttoning the shirt, clumsily even due to the percentages running through his veins.

He was still in a better state than David.

It took him a minute, few soft bites and tugs on David’s bottom lip before the shirt was done. Taking it off took some time – precious time filled with David rubbing against Max still clothed chest – but then it was thrown somewhere on the floor.

He wanted to move down, to put his lips on David’s chest, cover it with his own signature, but was stopped when David’s fingers – colder than usual – slipped under Max’s own shirt, tugging softly at them hem of it.

Max complied, taking his shirt off through his head and throwing it in a random direction.

David’s house was cold, but Max barely felt it. To be honest he actually felt like it was too hot inside. The fire – burning sensation – sizzled in the air, making the atmosphere thick, dense and overpowering.

Max looked down at the man beneath him. David was panting, not heavily, but significantly. There was a crimson smudge scattered all over his cheeks. His lips were a little swollen, cherry, inviting with every short inhale David took.

But, god, his eyes. Beautiful green pools – oceans, no, no, not that, stars, no, bright galaxies – were looking up at Max. They were drunk, hazy, dazed – like a forest with fog surrounding it. Yet they still held that unusual spark. That light that made everything seem better. That light that had stolen Max’s heart so many years ago.

However today this light was directed only at him. No one else. Max knew he was selfish, that he was terrible, but he couldn’t pass up this chance.

Lips moved clumsily when he was stealing David’s breath. Hands slipped down, touching the delicate skin on David’s chest, making him arch his back and rub himself on Max’s naked skin.

Max was now fully hard, yet he didn’t mind. David didn’t notice, too drunk probably to do so. Or maybe he wasn’t pointing out the obvious fact.

One palm stopped near a nipple, barely brushing it, but even this small touch made David moan into the sloppy kiss they now shared. The sound of it made goosebumps appear on Max’s arms. He moved a centimeter away from the mouth, looking up at David’s now closed eyes.

Then he planted a kiss near his mouth, another one at the chin, the next one close to the Adam’s apple, the fourth one between the shoulder and neck, then came the collarbone, after that followed the chest.

David shuddered under him and Max couldn’t stop himself from grinding, hard, receiving another whine, combined with David’s finger digging hard into Max’s arms. Pure ecstasy short right through his heart, immobilizing it for a second.

Hot, wet skin brushed against his own in erotic dance as Max lapped his mouth on David’s nipple, sucking on it, kissing and biting softly. David’s hands quickly sneaked up on Max’s back, near the shoulder blades where they definitely left a red trail. Not that Max minded. It actually felt amazing.

With every lick, kiss and bite on the nipple, it looked like David was losing himself more and more. Every yelp, moan, whine, whimper and gasp was louder and louder with every passing second – a recital that wasn’t helping Max feel comfortable in his jeans. And judging by the bulge in David’s own trousers, he wasn’t doing that well too.

He felt pride bubbling inside his chest. He made this. He turned David into this mess. Into this beautiful mess. He wanted this. He wanted to have David here, in his arms. He wanted to catalogue every façade, every sound, every movement he was doing.

He wanted to make a photo of this moment, so he could return to it, over and over again in the future. But he knew better not to do that. David maybe wouldn’t hate him for that, but definitely would be pissed and… maybe even would feel betrayed.

Max didn’t want that.

The feelings roaming around his body now had to be enough to fuel his imagination later.

Bliss. Elation. Exaltation. Rapture. It was like a dream. A fucking alluring dream.

And even though Max was given so much, he still wanted more. But how much he could ask for? How much he could control himself?

His hands moved slowly, massaging every fibre of David’s chest, waist, stomach to finally land near hips. Max’s fingers slipped down, making tiny circles around the waistband of David’s jeans.

Max’s mouth found its way near David’s ear, nipping on it playfully, teasingly pulling the earlobe with his teeth, feeling David’s own lips tasting Max’s neck.

Should he?

One finger hooked on the button and opened it without trouble. Then came down the zipper with quiet whisper and…

“Wait, wait, wait!” David’s trembling palms found its way to Max’s shoulder, pushing them away. There wasn’t much strength put into it, it was barely a slight shove. It terrified Max how drunk David could be so vulnerable.

If Max wanted he could push the hands away and end it all.

But he didn’t want that. He didn’t want to be selfish. Although the little slurry words found their way, leaving his mouth in a raspy whisper.

“Why?”

David stared back at him – hell, it was the clearest look he gave Max since a shot that had pushed him over the edge. The usual spark, the usual clearness was still fogged, but there was some weird determination hidden inside these vivid eyes.

And then cherry lips moved.

“We… can’t…” Even though one part of David’s self-consciousness returned, the brain and mouth weren’t cooperating as much as they did when he was sober.

Kind of cute. But it still didn’t answer his question.

“That wasn’t the answer to my question.” Even in this state, Max voice was still more firm and eloquent than David’s one.

His brain, heart and body were sending him mixed signals.

David’s parted his lips, eyes darting away, shivering and it looked like the gears, soaked in alcohol, were slowly starting to move. The sweet, red like poppies color painted all over his face and chest was inviting, but Max held strongly.

He wouldn’t do anything without David’s consent.

However he wanted, desperately needed to hear the answer.

“We just… just can’t…” Words were barely glued together, but there was some message encoded in this sentence. Only Max couldn’t decode it back.

“But why? You don’t want to? I can stop… I can stop if you want .”

Chest rose and fell down in a painful rhythm of trembling bottom lip. Then David moved his hands and covered his eyes with them.

“No… it’s not that…” And even though he shouldn’t feel like that, Max felt a sting of something happy hitting him right in the chest. So some part of David wanted it. Now he didn’t care if it was the drunk part of David or not.

(He would do it later)

“Then why?”

“’Cause you can… you can do so much better than me… I’m… I’m old and you’re young… so we shouldn’t…” His palms’ heel were now covering David’s eyes with fingers entangled in messy hair scattered all over his forehead.

Max stared at the man below him, trying to grasp what he had just said. Well, yeah, his brain was working much slower than usual. Of course some programs inside his mind were turned off, but he still more over could think coherently.

Drunk people usually spoke the truth. Was it the truth in David’s case now?

“I’m an adult, David.” Max said, hoping that the certainty he felt was pretty audible. Because it was the truth. He was twenty one – third year at Uni – living alone in the dorm. Maybe he wasn’t as fully functioning adult as David here, but he knew what he was doing. And he knew what he wanted.

It was his own choice.

“I know…” David followed this train of thoughts, but then added nothing more new, like a broken record, replaying over and over the same message. “But I’m too old for you…”

“Is that all? The only problem is… is the age gap for you?” Max asked, rising his eyebrow, even though David couldn’t see him.

David’s breath hitched, his arms moved up only to slump down. The fingers tugged at the red locks intertwined with them.

“I… don’t know… ” There was a sudden something cutting through this sentence, like a small sniff, maybe even a sob. Fuck, was he going to cry right in front of Max? He didn’t want that! What should he do, what the fuck should he do now? “I don’t want you to waste your time… on me…”

The fuck was he now talking about? Wasting time? Was he really thinking that Max was wasting his life while spending time with David? Max felt more alive than ever when he was with the older man.

And it was probably the alcohol which now flowed around and through his body, because other way he wouldn’t be so straightforward. Or, hell, maybe for David he would make an exception. Because David always could make people do things they wouldn’t do normally.

“I don’t give a shit about our age gap.” Max finally murmured – the low voice could almost be counted for a whisper. “But I give a sh… I care about you.”

But David heard it. His shoulders twitched and the muscles in his abdomen tensed. His palms slumped down, so now his fingers were covering the lush, green eyes from Max’s view. The abused red strands fell down, curling softly on David’s sweaty forehead.

“If someone isn’t enough then it’s me… not you… I know I’m selfish, and I know I still act like a kid sometimes, but fuck…” Okay, his brain definitely wasn’t working correctly. He shouldn’t have drunk the last beer. Maybe because of that he was so talkative.

Plus, David was so out of it that he wouldn’t remember this night tomorrow. It kind of hurt Max, but it was better this way. At least David won’t remember Max pouring his heart to him.

“I want this. I want you. And I want to make you happy, ‘cause you deserve it. I want you to feel good.” Max continued, feeling his tongue getting loose while his dazed brain pushed ideas into his mouth. But it was the honest truth and, god, Max felt tired of pretending and hiding it away from the world, away from himself. “But I don’t want to force you into anythi-“

His sentence was interrupted by a pair of lips pressing softly into his own, almost clumsily.

Max answered immediately, after his heart caught up with what was happening around him. His lips then moved, claiming David’s ones. Their tongues danced much slower, but steadier, testing the grounds beneath their feet.

However Max needed a clear answer. He moved away, opened his eyes and stared back at David.

“Are you sure about it?”

David’s nodded with palm moving to Max’s neck. Only then he spoke in a shushed whisper.

“Yeah…”

And it was enough to start the fire inside Max’s gut again. Maybe the fire hadn’t even died down, but had turned into a warm, sizzling glimmer for the talk. However now he felt like it grew much bigger and stronger.

Hands moved immediately down to David’s jeans and tugged them down, a little haphazardly even. It took more time than usual, but David’s feet helped in getting rid of the irritating clothing, leaving him only in boxers. The jeans were thrown onto the couch, not sparing a glance of Max’s eyes as he moved down yet again.

He grinded again against David, the friction between them now sweeter than ever. But it was still not enough, even with David’s now hard member pressing against Max’s own tight trousers. The whimpers leaving the male’s lips were only fueling the desire running through his blood.

Especially after he bit into David’s skin on the neck and he felt a loud moan, broken in half just right next to his ear, in a beautiful combination with his legs encircling Max’s waist and bringing him closer.

“Ma–ax…”

He couldn’t take it much longer.

“Bed?” He asked in a shushed tone right into David’s ear. The last question, the last confirmation, another chance for David to move away, before Max’s needs would take control over his body.

“Bed.” David confirmed, throwing his arms over Max’s shoulder and resting his face in the crook of Max’s neck, torturing him with his hot breath tickling his skin.

Fuck…

Max’s picked David up, feeling as the man tightened his embrace on him. The friction between them was heaven and hell both in the same time.

Gladly, he knew where David’s bedroom was. He had visited it dozen of times, but he never had anticipated to use it like that. He had dreamed about it, but fuck, he never expected for the dreams to come true.

David’s lisp sucked onto Max’s skin right below his earlobe and shit, it took a lot of Max self-control to not come right here, still in his jeans, with David legs wrapped around his hips, just waiting.

David’s bed was nicely made, but it was quickly rearranged as they both fell down onto it. Then it took few horrible seconds of being apart for Max to take off his own jeans, with David’s wobbly hands helping him. However before he threw them onto the floor, he took out the wallet and phone to put it on the nightstand. He had condoms there and Max had a feeling sober David would kill him if he didn’t use them.

Their movements were erratic. Max groaned as their bodies moved together, grinding, with erections hidden behind boxers rubbing together. David’s now not quiet whines, yelps and moans were making everything much harder. The needy hands on Max’s back were actually making him even more… crazy.

Max’s rested his body on the elbows put on both sides of David as he moved away from kissing the male’s cheek.

“Do you have any lube?” He asked, quietly, planting a soft kisses on the bruises he had left on David’s neck.

The man’s eyes fluttered open.

“There is some… in the drawer.” David’s said, slower than usual, furrowing his eyebrows in the middle of the sentence like it took a lot of work to remember what happened to the lube. Honestly, Max was kind of surprised that David had lube.

Well, he knew that David had had sexual partners, but…

No, Max didn’t want to think about David’s partners right now. Or like ever.

He reached for the drawer and opened it. His hand sneaked inside, blindly searching for the container. It took him some time, but he found a small bottle.

In the faint light coming from the window, he could only see a small picture of raspberries drawn on the front. Of fucking course, the lube had to be scented. At least it wasn’t something embarrassing like pines… or sea breeze. But knowing David, seeing a lube smelling like morning forest shouldn’t surprise Max that much. Gladly it wasn’t the case here.

“What are you… smiling about?”

Max turned to the flushed body laying under him. Was he seriously grinning like an idiot? Alcohol always made him more open – both physically and emotionally.

“You.” Max said, like it was the most obvious reason in the entire world. Drunk David didn’t think so. Sober David probably wouldn’t think so too.

“Why?” David mumbled and then threw his head back, moaning loudly as Max grinded against him.

“Because you’re adorable.”

His hands slowly moved down David’s chest, then touched the stomach, only to brush softly against his waist, to hook in the end onto the elastic of his boxers.

“I’m… I’m not…”

Max’s heart was beating like crazy, pushing, pumping blood through his veins. Every touch was sending waves of shivers down his spine. His stomach was squirming in anticipation. His mind was a mess, delicious mess. And his groin well…

He was very excited.

Max tugged David’s boxers down, feeling the tightness in his own getting worse and worse. It was a little bit difficult to get rid of it in their drunk states, but somehow he managed to get them off and return to his place between David’s legs.

Now fully naked David was laying beneath Max.

Of course, through his seven years Max had imagined the man like that. He had been a teenager with too many hormones. Even now the amount of his hormones was spiked up.

However the reality was even better than the la-la-land of Max’s imagination. Especially as David’s penis was fully erected with pre-leak forming on the tip and it was all Max’s doing. He turned David into a trembling mess. He made him blush furiously from his toes to the tip of his head. He made him moan, whimper and arch his body for more. He made those gorgeous hickeys on his neck. He made David scratch his nails on Max’s back, leaving a stunning thin trails of red marks. He made David so aroused.

Max felt proud of himself. Yet he stared at the wriggling body beneath him, mapping every centimeter in his head, trying desperately to remember every detail of the alluring man.

Only when their eyes met – hazed forest green meeting his own – only then Max broke away from his dreamland to return to even better reality.

He grabbed the lube, opened it and poured a generous amount on his fingers. They trembled, already excited, waiting, needing to do it. Only after he was satisfied with the amount he slowly moved them down, near David’s ass and stopped, making few circles around the rim of muscles.

David whimpered, closing his eyes for a split-second. His palms gripped Max’s shoulder hard, as he arched his back when Max’s fingers almost brushed the hole.

A sight to behold. This part of Max was always there – a teasing one. Because it was fascinating to see how the chest rose and fell, how the mouth opened and closed in feverish gasps while trying to get what the body wanted, with the twitching member brushing so sweetly against Max’s abdomen.

This was the last point, the last checkpoint, the final chance of going back.

“David…” Max whispered, stopping his tortures so the man below him could take a proper breath and look back at him. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Only if you want it too…” David’s responded with that sickening sweet smile. Somehow even now it looked reassuring and fuck…

Fuck everything actually.

“I need it.” Max said and then finally put the first finger inside.

The sound that left David’s red, swollen lips was the best thing he heard in his entire life. It was better than all those erotic dreams he had had, it was better than what his imagination had been feeding him until now.

David threw his head back, one hand leaving Max’s shoulder to grip tightly onto the quilt, wrinkling it.

Beautiful.

Slowly, but steadily Max moved his finger in and out, trying to loosen up the tension in the lower parts. But, gosh, the heat, the sweet squirms was making Max’s penis twitch in pleasure. Especially as he added a second finger and started to scissor them, stretching the tight muscles there.

The sweat rolled down David’s forehead, but Max wasn’t any better. He could feel few of his blacks lock getting glued to his skin which was hot as blazing fire. His chest and heart were burning up, sizzling and emanating power.

In and out. Slowly, then a little bit faster - everything was changing as Max observed and judged David’s reaction. Then after few more pushes, he added a third finger. This time David’s breath hitched and stopped. Then came a small yelp, which definitely didn’t sound like it came from any pleasure.

Max’s fingers moved to David’s member, tracing it softly, trying to make him forget about the pain. Then after few swirls, he grabbed it and moved his hand up and down.

Fuck. Max wasn’t sure he could get more aroused, but tonight was full of surprises. Especially as his fingers finally brushed that spot he was searching for.

Max wasn’t sure whether David saw stars, or even whole fucking galaxies, but he definitely felt something pleasurable and exciting running through his body. His eyes widened for a split-second, body bent into beautiful arch, knuckles turned almost as white as sheet – when Max’s brushed the prostate.

And the sounds, god, the sounds. It was now painful to remain in his boxers. Especially as David’s ass was so inviting right now. Not to mention almost prepared.

David’s palm floated in front of Max’s face, then after few weird maneuvers it landed on Max’s neck, only to bring him closer for a sweet kiss. Tongues brushed together and lips mingled, pushed, nibbled, sucked each other – brought together in not-so-perfect, but astonishingly good combination.

They moved a few millimeters apart and Max’s felt David’s hot breath on his skin, as he yet one more time brushed his prostate.

This was enough.

Or at least he hoped it was enough.

A little bit clumsily Max managed to get out from his boxers, freeing his member from the tight confinement of the material. The cold air touching his sensitive skin made him shudder and…

Oh, David was staring at him. Or actually more at his penis, blushing furiously like it was the first time he actually was seeing it. Well David definitely was seeing Max’s dick for the first time, but…

“I…” David started, only to lick his lips. The movement was provoking, exciting and simply – messily – hot. Max wanted to dive down and tame this mouth passionately with his own. “I don’t have… any condom…”

Of course, drunk David was still responsible David. The fact didn’t surprise Max at all. It maybe made him chuckle a little.

He leaned down, near David’s ear, still moving his palm up and down the older male’s member.

“Don’t worry. I have some with me.” He whispered lowly into his ear, getting another moan, another exciting sound added to Max’s collection.

Max moved away to grab his wallet and take out a plastic wrapper. Unfortunately, he had to use both his hands to rip the package open. For a split second he kind of wanted to do it with his mouth, but in his state he wasn’t sure whether it was a terrible or amazingly good idea.

Gladly quickly the condom was out of the pocket, with plastic package floating slowly to the floor. Max will pick it up… later.

He put it on. However it was a little bit hard of a task with his shivering from adrenaline hands mixed with his beating loudly heart and mind swarmed with pictures of David from few minutes ago.

Max was ready.

(No, he wasn’t)

With his hazy eyes he found David’s fogged but brilliant forest green orbs, which were staring at him. Right back at him. No one else. Only Max. Or at least he hoped that it was only him inside the man’s mind.

He settled himself between David’s thighs, propping himself on the elbows. David’s hands sneaked quickly around his neck, resting on abused shoulder blades.

The emotions – the excitement, the arousal, the tension, the love – this everything and so much more was swarming, sending him a bazillion blinking signals through and inside his brain. His body needed it, his heart wanted it, but his brain… his brain wasn’t so sure. At least this still thinking more over coherently part. His brain liked, no, no, loved it, but something was off – there was a loose thread hanging inside his head and Max couldn’t grab it.

Do it!

“Are you sure?” Max asked, one more time. If he could, he would record the answer. Because he had to be sure that he wasn’t forcing David, that he also wanted this too. Wanted Max too.

“Yes…” David’s voice was raspy, but he nodded, even finalizing this one word with a warm smile.

Max’s mind was buzzing. It wasn’t the soft buzz of whirring machine. It was a buzz of hundreds of engines when he first put a tip inside of David, watching, coding, looking for any bad reaction from David which might make him stop.

David’s closed his eyes, exhaling slowly through his partially opened mouth as Max moved few inches forward.

He wanted to be faster. He wanted to feel, to sense more of this amazing warmth around his member, he wanted to feel the muscles tensing around him in that pleasurable, astonishing way. But he didn’t want to hurt David. Even though his palms and legs were trembling with anticipation and his mind was only filled with shouts of victory and urges to just get to it.

“Are you okay?” Max asked David, as the other man let out a soft sight.

David’s beautiful eyelids fluttered open as he smiled hesitantly at him.

“I won’t… won’t break. I’m not made of… glass, Max.” His chest moved up and down, slowly, but steadily.

Max knew it. He fucking knew it. But it was hard to fully comprehend this. He wanted this night to be perfect, no matter how drunk they were. But it couldn’t be ideal with David being in pain.

The inner fight had to be pretty visible on Max’s face, because then David rolled his hips down, getting a low moan from Max. A playful smirk found its way on David’s now cherry red lips.

That sneaky…

Okay, okay, Max definitely could play this game.

Max moved down, putting his mouth on the abused neck. He thrusted hard and fast while biting David’s skin. A long whimper resonated right next to his ear, making him want to do so much more.

The nails scraped his back as David leaned a little bit up, nibbling o Max’s earlobe. Shit, at this point he would come before the whole fun would start. He was supposed to make David crazy, not the other way around.

And, hell yeah, he was going to do it.

(David was making him crazy all the time)

So Max pulled back, only to push forward roughly.

David’s back arched, brushing softly against his sweaty skin. Max took his cue and circled his one hand around David, bringing him closer. The moan this time was louder, more incoherent and Max loved it.

So he moved and thrusted back and forward, getting more whimpers, more whines, more moans, more sighs, more of this delightful sounds coming from David’s lips.

And Max, fuck, he was losing himself, quick and fast. The heat engulfing him, David shivering beneath him, the excitement, the satisfaction, the need still burning inside his stomach.

Max had thought that maybe one night would cure him. But it was futile wishing. He knew he couldn’t get tired of this. Never. David was his addiction. And it wasn’t just sex. It was his whole behavior, his character, his pure kindness and warmness which he was sharing with the world, it was his eyes always searching for something good in people, it was a smile in dire times.

In was David whole which made Max fell for him.

Max found David’s half opened mouth and kissed him, one hand moving to David’s member to take care of his prominent problem. Up and down, swirl of his tongue, stolen moan from the juicy lips as he moved further into blissful warmness of David’s body.

He moved an inch away. David’s foggy eyes found his own and he was already opening his mouth to… maybe say something, Max wasn’t sure, but it all died down when the most beautiful sound left David’s lips. David screamed Max’s name as he finally hit the point. Touched the place he searched for – pushing David over the edge and jumping after him.

“Max!”

Beautiful.

Tears appeared in the corners of David’s eyes as he rasped and gasped for breath which Max was taking away with every passionate kiss and another hard thrust inside, in messy combination with moving his palm up and down on David’s penis.

Max wanted to make David go crazy. To make him go insane. To give him the best. To make him feel out of the world. To make him feel whole and amazing and astonishing and perfect.

Just as Max was seeing him.

David’s legs wrapped around Max’s waist, bringing him closer as David was reaching his climax. Which was good, because Max didn’t know if he could last much longer.

Even though he wanted to.

Max fully focused on David, on kissing every inch of the skin he could find, on making him moan Max’s name like some kind of prayer. To make him crazy with need for release. To make him think only about Max. To make him his, only for this night.

It was still a lot in his opinion.

So Max gave it all. Gave it all into the last kiss. Gave it all into the last pump. Gave it all into the last thrust. And then he felt David’s shiver, muscles tensing around Max’s member as he came, saying, maybe screaming Max’s name into the kiss.

Max came a second, maybe two later. He couldn’t take more of the amazing heat engulfing his body.

Max was panting. David was gasping for a bit of sweet air. His eyelids were closed. Drops of sweat were rolling down his forehead, nose and chin. He looked at peace and more alluring and charming than ever.

All strength left Max’s body as he slowly laid down next to David, turning him so that were facing each other.

His palm was sticky and he kind of wanted to bring it to his mouth to savor what David tasted like, but the male slowly opened his eyes. And then the same kind, loving, affectionary smile appeared on his mouth, making Max burn up and blush once again.

He wasn’t over David after one night. He might actually fallen more for him. It was a disaster.

Max should have known better not to do that. But he couldn’t stop himself. Tomorrow there will be grieve consequences to pay. There will be awkwardness, there will be discomfort, there will be hesitation, nervousness, stress and anxiety. There won’t be Max and David happily watching TV in the evening. There won’t be David messaging Max when he was bored. There will be no David asking him if the dinner was good or if he needed a help getting home.

Max fucked it all up. He lost all these good things in just few hours. And he kinda wanted to cry.

But the goofy smile stretching over David’s lips, his honest and pure and full of something eyes staring back at him, made him forget about all the bad things that will happen tomorrow.

It was tomorrow Max’s problem. Or well… today Max’s problem.

Max sat up, clumsily. With still trembling from effort and excitement hands he get rid of the used condom and then returned to bed.

He lied down, next to the almost asleep David. The man moved closer, snuggling to Max’s chest which burst up with flames, buzzing sounds and vibrations at the small show of affection.

He wanted this. This… normality. David snuggling into him. David smiling at him. David being near him.

But he messed that all up.

His hands sneaked around David’s waist, bringing him closer. The heat was still there, but it was dimming out. Dying like an used candle.

Quickly after David’s breath evened out. He fell asleep. Max for few more minutes enjoyed the warmth of the body next to his own, tracing random patters on David’s hipbone and staring at his hair.

The corners of his eyes prickled, but he did not cry.

However he moved them both so he could get the quilt from beneath them and put it on their naked bodies.

Then Max brought David’s closer and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

Max felt asleep, holding David’s as close to himself as possible.

He was selfish after all.

To be continued

#Maxvid #Mavid #Adult!Maxvid!AU #my art?#my stories?#Ehhh had to reupload it #I'm tired

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fantastic-fantasy-fanfics · 7 years

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STRENGTH, COURAGE, AND PATIENCE

Request by Anonymous: Hello! I saw fanfic where the reader had autism and I just wanted to ask, could t you do a fanfic where you and Bucky have a son with very bad autism and you have to deal with it, like when Bucky is out on missions how you head with it alone and just something really fluffy? I'd really appreciate it thank you! ( by the way I say bitchy-tacos post about you two being a two for one deal and you guys totally are, bitchy-tacos is like that snarky mean friends and your the cute and collected) 😘

A/N: First off: adorable fic idea, that you for the request (and sorry it took forever and a half to write) second: thank you for the good laugh! Third: I tried REALLY hard not to offend anyone! If there is something accidentally offensive in this fic, please let me know so I can fix it!

Dad!Bucky x reader

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Summary: You and Bucky LOVE your son! Autism and all! But, can you take care of him all by yourself without blowing a fuse while Bucky’s out on a mission?

Warnings: swearing, mention of meltdowns, Autism? Idk if that’s really a warning

(GIF not mine)

Your family was not a typical one. Your husband, Bucky, is a hundred-year-old retired assassin and you’re a highly trained agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Even the circumstances under which you met were weird! Who knew you could meet someone at a bomb-diffusing class and end up marrying them? The most normal one in your family was your and Bucky’s son, Noah.

Noah was not a typical child. Noah had Autism. Now, that didn’t mean he was weird, it just meant he was different. You and Bucky love that little kid to death!

When Noah was diagnosed with Autism, Bucky wanted to make sure he was completely comfortable in your apartment. He got special lights so they weren’t as bright, he got weighted blankets and stuffed animals for Noah, he got some touch-and-feel books for him, noise canceling headphones, and even got special window covers for Noah’s bedroom.

Once Noah turned three, you enrolled him into one of the best special education schools you could possibly find. Eventually, Noah’s seventh birthday rolled around and you got him a therapy/service dog. Noah loved his fuzzy, Labrador friend! Noah affectionately named him ‘Buddy’.

You, Bucky, and Buddy made a great team when it came to taking care of Noah and making sure he was happy and healthy. Buddy was always home to give Noah some consistency, and when you and Bucky weren't unavailable to take care of Noah because of missions or training, Natasha and Wanda would take care of him. Overall, it was a great tag-team system. Noah was always with at least two adults. Well… that was until this morning…

“A month?!” you gasped, trying not to yell and scare Noah, who was playing in the other room, “Oh please tell me either Nat or Wanda is staying here…”. Bucky just looked at you with an apologetic smile. “James...” you groaned, flopping back onto the couch.

“It’s only for a few weeks! B-but Tony and Clint will still be here…”

“James… do you really trust those two to take care of our child?”. Bucky didn’t answer. “I didn’t think so,”.

“But (Y/N), I can’t stay here! Almost the entire team has to go undercover in Europe-”

“Wait, so you’re not even going to be able to contact us?!”

“W-well… I’m not being completely cut off-” you interrupted him.

“James, I love Noah with all my heart and soul, and you know I would do anything for him, but I don’t know if I can do this by myself!” you cried, trying not to sound whiney as you got up and paced around the kitchen. Biting your lip, you turned to him again. “James I’m not a good enough parent to do this by myself, I can’t take care of Noah properly without someone else here! What if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen, you know how to take care of him and you know damn well you’re strong enough to do this yourself,” he retorted.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Bucky took your hands in his. “(Y/N), you are a good parent, that’s why I know you and Noah will be fine,” he said, kissing your forehead.

“Oh… alright… but after thirty days is up, your sorry ass better be home!”

You were not ready for this in the slightest. And apparently, neither was Noah. Bucky leaving was such a huge, sudden change, Noah lost it. He was crying and calling for his dad to come back and not leave. It got so bad he started shaking and making nonsense noises. You felt so bad for the little guy. Luckily, after a few days, Noah calmed down and wasn’t so melancholy about his dad leaving.

After about a week, you were able to get a good schedule going. At seven AM, you’d get Noah up, dressed and fed. Then you'd walk Buddy with him and get Noah to school by eight. After that, you'd have get to work by eight thirty and get as much done as humanly possible. At three, you'd pick Noah up from school and take him to therapy appointment at three thirty. While he was there, you'd pick up groceries and/or laundry then pick up Noah at five. You'd get home by six, fix dinner, help Noah with homework, put him to bed by nine, then get more work done. And if you were lucky, you'd be in bed around one in the morning. Needless to say, you were tired 24/7.

By the third week of this hectic schedule, you were ready to swallow your pride and hesitation and ask Tony and Clint for help.

You walked Noah down the halls of Stark Tower, letting him go his own pace and look at all the stuff he found interesting. It was pretty funny, actually. His father was the Winter Soldier, his uncle/godfather was Captain America, his godmother was Natasha but he was absolutely obsessed with Iron Man and his "radical", as Noah put it, inventions.

Noah carried around his little-stuffed giraffe as he wore his headphones and watched one of Tony’s machines from behind the plexiglass wall. “What’s that one doing mommy?” he asked, pointing to the assembly line contraption.

“That one is painting the cyborg armor, see the colored paint it’s spraying?” he answered, picking him up and showing him how the metal was being covered in red paint.

“(Y/N)?” Tony called from behind you, making you jump.

“Oh, Tony, it’s you,” you breathed a sigh of relief, setting Noah back on the floor and taking his hand. “Tony I need your help, I can’t keep up with Noah’s schedule alone,” you continued, trying not to cry out of frustration and embarrassment, “I’m tired, I’m frustrated, I feel like my brain is oozing out of my ears… I can’t do this…”.

Tony gave a hum in acknowledgment as he lead you to a little office where you and Noah could sit down. “If you want, I could give you the rest of the week off, just until Buck gets back home,” he offered, handing Noah a sucker from the candy bowl on the desk, “and, if you’d like, I can send over another Agent to help you, one that specializes in child care and rescue,”.

“Would you? That would be so helpful!” you sighed, shaking his hand, “that’s very much appreciated,”. You were so happy! Not only would your schedule be a little looser, but Clint and Tony would not be the ones taking care of your child.

Once work was off your schedule, it was a lot easier to juggle your daily to-do list. It was still hectic, but at least you got more sleep. The agent Tony sent over, Jo, was an amazing guy! Noah was a bit wary of him at first since he was a new person. But Jo was so patient and kind, he was a big help! As a thank you for all his help, you cooked him a nice dinner at the end of the week. Noah even made a drawing for him.

It was Friday night and Jo had just left to go home after post-dinner coffee. Noah was showing signs of tiredness, so you got him and Buddy ready for bed. You kissed him on the forehead, gave Buddy a few pats on the head, and left to go finish up some paperwork in the bedroom.

A few minutes into your work, you felt familiar, strong arms wrap around your shoulders. “Hey doll,” Bucky whispered, kissing your neck softly. With a big smile, you got up and turned around to hug him tightly.

“Hey baby, welcome home,” you greeted, kissing his cheek, “you hungry? I’ve still got some stew on the stove,”

“No, I’m okay, but thank you,” he smiled, setting his duffle bag down by the dresser, “who was that guy I saw leaving the apartment?”

That may have seemed a little suspicious, but you knew Bucky trusted you. “Oh, that was Jo, he’s been helping me take care of Noah these past few days,” you answered, sitting down on the bed and stretching out a bit.

“Oh yeah! He came on one of our missions a couple months ago,” he remembered, taking off his shoes then sitting down with you.

“James… does it make me a bad mother that I had to ask for help to take care of my own son?” you asked abruptly.

Bucky’s eyes went wide as he looked at you. You? A bad mother? Only in some bizarro alternate universe would that make sense. “What? No no no no!” he tutted, wrapping you in his arms, “not at all, sweetheart!”

“Then how come I feel so bad?” you whimpered, shedding a few tears.

Bucky saw how guilty you felt, and he didn’t like the sight of it. “(Y/N), look at me,” he instructed, turning your face so he could look you in the eye, “it takes a lot, and I mean A LOT, of energy to be a parent, especially with a child who has special needs. You tried your best to take care of him on your own, and when you couldn’t, you asked for help. Instead of keeping your ego and putting you and your child at risk, you asked for help so our son would be well taken care of. You were thinking of your son and putting him first, that's what good mothers do,”

You gave a small smile at his words. You hadn’t thought of it that way.

“Both you and Noah have an abundance of strength, courage, and patience, and I couldn’t be more proud of you,”.

A/N: alright, hopefully I didn’t completely screw this up

TAGLIST:

@paranoid-borderline-insane @buckyshattergirl @bitchy-tacos

#bucky #bucky barnes #james buchanan barne #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #dad!bucky #dad!bucky x reader #autism awareness #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #triple f #Fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

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missmeltycat · 4 years

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24. favorite scene you’ve ever written

Asks for fanfic writers

24:

That’s a tough one. I’ve written a number of scenes that I still grin over. It’s not very often I like my own work, but a few do spring to mind. The majority of them I actually co-wrote with others.

I’ll add a couple here.

Conflict of Interests

A fic based on the old fan Inspector Gadget series Go Go Gadgetinis. This was a collab between me and @thatredheadedchick12

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15563118

As Gadget heard the ruckous die down, he relaxed a bit more. “Actually it isnt so bad after you get past the initial metallic bitterness. It has a very unique after taste.” He smiled before taking another healthy pull, as his brain already began to grow a bit cloudy around the edges.

“Good, I’m glad you like it. Just be sure to take it slow. If you aren’t used to drinking then it could go to your head fast.” She relaxed and braced herself on the bar with her elbows. “So…” She peered at him under the brim of his hat. “Tell me about your gadgets? I am curious about them. What kind of stuff do you have in that there body of yours?”

He set his glass down from another healthy pull as he listened to her. Something about taking it slow? Oh. His gadgets! “Well there isnt a lot I dont have. I actually have a mobile phone in my right hand. Keys, pen, helecopter…” he went on listing each gadget hidden within him as he looked at her. He was happy to tell her about himself. As he was happy to listen to her talk about herself. She was a very interesting lady and he very much enjoyed how he felt around her. They barely knew one another for 24 hours and yet he felt as though he had known her a lot longer. The way she acted around him… So… Unique. She was something else and as his head began to cloud a bit more he nearly lost track of his gadgets he listed. “So that is basically all of it. I think I forgot one or two but im sure I will remember them before the night is out. Wowzers this is good.” He took another pull, as her voice telling him to take it slow sounded deep within his mind. However a louder voice was yelling at him to drink the beautiful liquid faster as each sip tasted better than the last.

“So, you’re quite the package, huh?” She raised her glass to her lips once more. “You really are as amazing as they said you are.” Prince offered a wink before having another good swig of her ale. He was fascinating. She’d never met anyone like him before. In the back of her mind there was a prickling sensation, but she tried to drown it out by downing the rest of her glass in one go and ordering another. “You good, or are you up for another?”

As he drained his glass completely, he hiccuped rather loudly. “I… Yes! Yes another. If you dont mind?” he asked as the cloud began to take hold. It was so delicious! He couldnt help himself!

She patted him on the back and gestured for two to the bartender. “Wow, I’m glad we did this! I got to introduce you to something new and it’s been fun!”

Dick had been spying around the corner and saw her pat his back and then snake her arm around his shoulder. His brows knitted together as a pang of jealousy washed over him. That was not right…

Digit was having very much the same issue as he looked inwards through the mucky old window and almost slipped and fell off the dumpster he was stood on.

Gadget tried to swallow the lump in his throat as she threw her arm around his shoulder. “Y-yeah. You know what? I am glad we did this too. I was honestly afraid you would reject the idea of dinner with me after all the stuff I had done this morning.” His face turned instantly red as he recalled the details of his face between the twin peaks. “I… Uh… Yeah. I am glad you accepted.” His speech was slightly slurred, but not to the point of being unintelligable. As the barkeep brought their drinks he clapped his hands like a giddy school boy in a chocolate shop before he took a good swig of his beverage.

Prince let out a loud and hearty laugh as she watched him down his drink. “Think nothing more on this morning! It’s all water under the bridge. I know you didn’t mean any of it.” She joined him in downing the ale, her own brain now comfortably fuzzy. “It’s best to forget… Especially if we’re working together for a while. And you know what? I like you! You’re the best partner I’ve had so far!”

He smiled stupidly as his face took on a pink tinge from the alcohol. “And you know what?” he said before taking a few more swigs. “You…. Are amazing yourself. And not bad on the eyes.” The fuzz completely took over. He downed his stout in no time and pushed his glass forwards. “Nmmn I think I have had… ‘Hic’….. Enough…” He said as the slurring became a bit more prominant.

Easy on the eyes? Her face suddenly flushed a vivid red colour over the compliment. “Oh! W-Well, thank you, I er…” She chugged the rest of her stout, not really knowing how to respond to such a comment and placed it back down with a wobbly hand. “Me too. M-Meee tooo. I think… We… Uh… Did you wanna go? Or stay a while?”

“I… I am up for whatever you are up for. We can uh… Head back to the hotel if you want.” he said as he picked up his glass and slammed the dregs before returning it to its coaster. He attempted to get up, but ended up tripping on the bar stool and fell backwards, causing the row of chairs behind him to fall like a line of dominoes. “Heh. Whoops.”

That was strangely funny and she found herself laughing so much she couldn’t even stand up straight due to her stomach muscles tensing. She offered a shaky hand to him, still chuckling over the perfect way the chairs had fallen. “You stupid arse!”

The landlord, however, wasn’t impressed and gave them a glare.

Dick watched as Prince made for the exit with Gadget and felt a tug at his heart. It wasn’t fair… He couldn’t even speak to her. If he did, he’d risk everything.

Gadget hardly even registered the dirty looks as he took Prince’s hand and stood, nearly toppling over again. “Yes. I say we go back to the hotel now.” he said as he walked rather wobbly over to the doors and attempted to hold the door open for Prince, which was actually the only thing keeping him from faceplanting into the sidewalk.

She skipped her way awkwardly onto the pavement outside and moved quickly to Gadget’s aid as she could see him wobbling rather badly. She caught hold of him around the chest and propped him up as best as she could. “Wooooah now, hehe. You gotta stay upright! I’m not strong enough to carry you.”

“Never fear dear lady for I am…. I can walk!” he announced a bit too enthusiastically. Fortunately the hotel was a block away. “Is it hot out here?” he asked as he loosened his tie a bit. He felt… Amazing. Laid back. Relaxed. As though all his cares just melted away.

She still had hold of him, but adjusted herself so that she kept one arm around him under his own. She wasn’t feeling too steady on her legs either. In fact, the pavement was looking a bit uneaven. “It’s n-not far!” She giggled as she swayed and then came back against him with a thud. “Someone needs to tell the street to stop it.”

“It is a lot more uneven than the last time we were through here. Obviously the earth shifted!” Gadget stated as he held on to Prince.

It was a hell of a trek, but they had made it back to the hotel and Gadget had finally gotten her safely back to her room. “Welp… Prince… I ‘ave had a 'hic’ wonderul evening. I… Thank you.” he said with a silly smile as he turned to look at her, reaching up to caress her face and nearly missing.

She reached out, the night air having enhanced the drunken effects and patted his face back in return the same way as he was doing with hers. “You too! This was… Like… SO fun. We need to do it again. Because, we… I mean… We won’t get long to like… Work together and stuff. You know?” She swayed a little and used her free hand to brace herself on the wall that joined onto her bathroom.

Inside the room by the window, Data and Scooter were on recharge mode and that meant they were dead to the worldand Prince glanced over quickly to make sure they hadn’t woken up.

“Yes! Oh yes. Please. I mean… If you want. I quite enjoyed tonight. I… Yes. May I do anything for you before I turn in for the night?” he asked in his gentlemanly fashion. He probably wouldnt have been able to do much in his current state of mind, but he would try none the less.

Prince wobbled a bit again and used her other hand to grab his jacket. “I think… I think it’s… That’s all. I mean… Unless you can tell the room, the floor and my bed to hold still.” It was unusual for her to feel so woozy after just two pints, so her theory about the cask sitting for a while must have been correct. What was originally just over 6% was probably closer to a 9%.

“I… I mean I can try!” he said happily as he walked, no, staggered into her room. “Listen here room! Prince isn’t in a mood for your incooperative nature! Behave!” he said as he shook his fist at the room and it’s general contents.

Prince wobbled inside a bit as she watched him order the room to stop its shenannigans. “My hero!” She clapped playfully and laughed as he waved his fist around. The fact that he was trying was brilliant and she was glad he had a sense of humour. She’d hate to have been saddled with a partner who was as funny as a brick to the face.

“All 'n a day’s work m'lady” he said as he struck a heroic pose as he attempted to bring her in for a hug. What was the worst she could do? Push him away? He felt… Bold. He supposed they werent kidding when they called alcohol liquid courage.

She didn’t put up a fight, in fact she was still chuckling and hugged him back in return. It was a pity his threats hadn’t stopped the room from moving around so much, but she could live with that. She snaked her arms around his chest and held onto him tightly. “Are you a knight in shining armour doing battle against the evils of spinning rooms and shifting floors?”

“For you, anything.”

King of Iron Fist Tournament 8

A fic in collaboration with @thatredheadedchick12 again. NSFW WARNING

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13810308

Inside her room Rae breathed a sigh of relief as the hammering on her door stopped. She didn’t fancy the maid stumbling across her bloody corpse, after all. She slowly slumped back onto her bed and let out a large sigh. Great, now she’d definitely screwed up and made an enemy. Maybe he wasn’t malfunctioning after all.

Raihiko leaned against her door and let out a sigh. She could hear the muffled argument going on outside, but at least she couldnt see is anymore. Dear god. That thing should be registered as a weapon!

Bryan, however, wasnt going to waste any more time. He reared back and punched a hole near the handle and quickly unlocked and opened it and stormed right in.

“You want to fucking die- you!” he snapped as he recognized the heap on the bed.

Rae flailed as she heard the splintering of wood, as she sat bolt upright on her bed, her leather jumpsuit around her waist. “THE FUCK!?” There, stood in his white underwear, was Bryan looking exceedingly miffed. “You call that fucking knocking!?”

“I fucking knocked.” he growled as the fact that her jumpsuit was around her waist completely went over his head. “The fuck is the big idea?” he hissed as he stepped closer, letting the broken door swing shut behind him.

Meanwhile Raihiko had grabbed a cocktail glass and was listening in. If he was going to throttle her new friend she would be ready to jump in, but she felt if she barged in there that very second she would only make it worse.

Rae grabbed a nearby pillow and held it in front of her. “The hell are you even talking about!? I was minding my own business trying to cool down and having a banging contest with whoever was next door! And now this? Now my door is busted and people can see in!” She hurled her pillow towards him in frustration. “I don’t want any old git seeing me change!”

Bryan growled as he caught the pillow from out of the air and tossed it to thw side.

“Yeah! That was me telling you to shut the fuck up! I’m next door.” His voice rumbled as he stepped closer.

“That was YOU? Oh for crying out loud. Why didn’t you just yell? You do enough of it as it is!” She tried to battle with her jumpsuit again, her skin sticking to the fabric again making it hard work. “How was I to know that thud was you saying that?”

Sergei had been disturbed from his poetry reading by the commotion and has ventured outside of his room to see what was going on. If it was someone who had come for him, he would deal with it. As the shouting continued, his eyes narrowed. No. It wasn’t for him. But whoever it was they were sure being overly loud and loutish.

Rai’s eyes widened as she tossed the glass on her bed. She grabbed her Tonfa from the top of her bag as she moved to her door and quickly opened it to see she was not the only one disturbed by the happenings. She looked to the man across from her before she moved to Rae’s door. She noticed the big hole near the handle and swallowed hard. She didnt want to use her weapons. She wpuld surely be disqualified from competing if she attacked another competitor, but she wouldnt let this brute harm her new aquaintance. She stood by the door, listeing as he tonfa rested against the back of her arms, the end blades past her handles resting on the back of her thighs. She was ready if she was needed.

Sergei simply regarded the other woman who had joined him in the hallway. When he caught sight of her weapons, he gave her a very subtle shake of the head.

Raihiko tilted her head at the man in the doorway.

“What? Am i supposed to just let him tear her apart?” she whispered harshly as she backed up to her doorway. Was he nuts? Though…. Maybe he was right? Maybe she shouldny poke the bear with her weapons.She gave them a professional spin before she retreated to throw them on her bed for now before she ran back to the hallway to listen.

Bryan narrowed his eyes. She was certainly testing his self restraint, and there wasnt much there to begin with.“An idiot would know a knock to the wall is a sign of shut the fuck up!” he yelled as he balled his fists. He was on the verge of seething. This woman was jump roping with his last nerve.

Sergei simply stood with his eyes on the broken door. He was conflicted with regard to the other female voice he could hear coming from inside. This was the King of Iron Fist. If she was unable to defend herself, why would she be here? But if he allowed Bryan to go ahead and kick seven shades out of her, what sort of gentleman would he be? Not that he would ever really speak about such things, but he had strong opinions. He glanced over to Raihiko, moved forwards and leaned against the wall next to Rae’s door, his arms folded across his chest and one boot on the paintwork.

Rai blinked as the man stood besides her and leaned against the wall. Wait, would he help her take bryan if he tried to take out Rae?

“Can you see anything?” she asked in a whisper as she tried to peer around him. Wait. Could he ever understand her? She couldnt quite figure it out yet. He hadnt said a word. She didnt even know his name! She nearly tripped on her own foot as she tried to move around him to get a better look.

He held out a gloved hand to stop her toppling over, but to also stop her revealing herself. The hole in the door was large enough to be able to see movement through, after all. He slowly raised a digit on his other hand up to his lips. He didn’t want to do anything if it was not needed and he certainly didn’t want them to know they were there.

“An idiot!? Rich coming from someone who just goes around destroying things for no god damn reason and then expects me to magically know via telepathy or some shit that a bang on the wall meant shut up when he is CLEARLY capable of using his brutish, overly loud voice!” She shot to her feet. “And another thing! What gives you the right to even enter my room?”

Bryan ground his teeth as he tried to keep his cool.

“You know what? Fuck you.” he said as he turned on his heel to leave. He was pissed. And if he didnt leave now, the maid would be scraping her off the walls.

“Try to keep it the fuck down in here.” he growled before he ripped open the door.

Rae felt her stomach churn as he turned to leave and watched his retreating form until the door had slammed shut behind him. Something didn’t quite sit right again. Why was he being so passive? It wasn’t that she wanted to die horribly. But she couldn’t help but wonder what was happening to the man… If he could be called that. She scrunched her eyes shut and flopped back down on her bed as images of his white underwear assaulted her mind. She would find out, though. She had always enjoyed watching his fights, so if he was breaking then surely someone needed to be informed.

Outside Sergei stood bolt upright as Bryan left the room, the door slamming, but swinging due to the broken handle and lock.

Rai slapped her hands over her mouth to stop the sudden gasp that nearly escaped her lips. “Arigato. I am normally not so-” but she was cut off by the form of Bryan plowing through the door. She suddenly pressed her back against the man, trying to make herself small as the brute trudged back to his room.

Bryan didnt even register that he had a mini audience as he ripped open his own door and entered before slamming it shut, causing Rai to flinch. She finally let out the breath she didnt realize she was holding.

He was pissed. He grabbed his pack off the table and lit up a smoke as he began pacing. He needed to let off some damn steam. But how? That bitch next door to him had really lit a fire under his ass.

Rae was also pissed. She scrubbed at her face furiously and rolled off of her bed. Once she was on the floor she shuffled to the adjoining wall and punched it making sure it made as much noise as possible without damaging it. “NEXT TIME WEAR SOME DAMN CLOTHES, YOU FUCKING ASS!”

Currently Untitled

An FF7 fic with no title I started years ago and never finished. It’s so old and terrible, But i enjoyed writing the comical dialogue.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2836442/chapters/6363332#workskin

Seeing the city in the distance, they both swallowed loudly. It was a beautiful place, but they only saw it as a place of evil.

“DAMMIT”, cried Cloud punching at a near by shrub, “Why!?”

Cid decided to follow suit and began to strangle a small sapling, but to no avail.

One of them needed to get a grip, as flying off the hook in such a manner was really not going to do them any good. So, Cid, seeing he was getting no where in his attempted sapling strangulation, took a deep breath and tried his best to calm Cloud down.

“I don’t get why. I mean… I do! But, WHHHYYYY?!”

“Get a grip, man… DAMMIT!” Cid gave him a good thwack across the face, to which Cloud responded by sniffing.

Wacky Races 2004 - Chapter 14 (Chapter 6 of DD’s Ending - Survivalists)

A fanfic I started in 2002/2003. One chapter in particular stands out, as I wrote it with my husband.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9018259/1/Wacky-Races-2004

The wind howled against the side of the car causing the snow to form large drifts. The windshield had been smothered blocking all view to the outside world. Rachel shivered into her coat and laughed at Dick as he struggled to get to the back seat over the stick and hand brake.

“Drat! Double drat! Last time I opt for a manual!”

In his frustration he forgot to balance his weight and keened forward.

Raising a brow Rachel placed her hands on her hips. “Hey, careful of the upholstery. I jus… What do you mean YOU? It’s my car you fool.”

Another laugh echoed through the car, but it was cut short as he lost his balance.

“Ah. AGH!”

His head was caught in a dizzy whirlwind where images of planes and pidgeons assaulted his mind. He thought how lucky he had been to have his fall suppressed by the vehicle’s air bags but then…remembered that was at the front of the car.

“Oh…my…”

Rachel let out a surprised shriek, pushed his shoulders back and leaped backwards in her seat. She wasn’t sure how to feel and flushed red hot. “Aiiyaah, c-careful where you stick that nose of y-yours!”

It suddenly felt very warm in the car and it wasn’t anything to do with the heaters.

He reflexively touched his nose in response to the comment. The assertion blocking out any guilt of having accidently violtated his fellow racing competitor.

“Look Felicity Funbags! I happen to have a nose of character! What occured was an accident - pure and simple!”

She had adopted a somewhat fetal position in the corner of the car, her knees up to her chest.

“What did you just call me!?”

Her brow furrowed, but it was difficult to tell due to the lack of light in the car.

“And, yes. I suppose I should expect it from you. Mr Accidents-R-Us!” She scoffed and flailed a finger in the dim light towards what she hoped was his face. “You’re so accident prone it’s a wonder people don’t follow you in an ambulance!”

“Accidents? Those were fully intentional schemes gone awry to secure the lead posi-” He stopped and brushed a finger over the tip of his nose. “Uh, yes. You’re right accidents.” He chided, settling into the back seat opposite her.

“Hmph.” She pulled her coat on tighter even though she was radiating heat. “Anyway, you’re here now. I told you that the front seat was no good for sleep.”

The wind howled louder, subsided and then got up again as she paused for a moment to figure out just how close he was sitting.

“I told you there was room for two.”

“Then how did you fit back here?”

He smirked to himself twisting his moustache around his index finger then realised Muttley was not there to be present to his jest. It felt a little depressing not hearing that familiar snicker.

“I beg your p…” she certainly was not going to stand for that comment.

She swung a punch satisfied that it would at least land somewhere that hurt.

Removing his plump hat and toying with it in his hands as he thought on the absence of his cohort and was suddenly surprised to see a fist punch through it’s crown.

“Eegads! My hat!”

“What?”

Rachel struggled to see in the dim light and could just make out the outline of Dick flailing with his hat.

“What about your hat? Nuts to your hat! You insulted me!”

“Getoffgetoffgetoffgetoff-!”

In his panic, he yanked his hat towards himself trying to get the fist through it out but through lack of planning yanked the entire arm and body of Rachel onto him.

“Oof!” She landed with a thud, face first onto his chest, her fist still stuck through his precious head gear.

A moment passed as she attempted to get up, her free hand slipping off the side of the leather seat every time she tried to push herself up and landing on Dick each time she aimed wrong.

“Agh! Eep! Let go!”

Dick froze with his arms paralyzed above his head holding the hat aloft as the aggressive woman continued to rise and fall onto him. Thoughts were a luxury his male biology couldn’t afford right now.

Rachel felt him tense under her and this made her realize just what sort of a predicament she was in. She took the opportunity to attempt to get up. Each movement was slow and exaggerated to be sure she didn’t make the situation any worse.

He lay stiff like a board, watching her arm slip easilly out of the hat despite having created the awkward situation earlier.

After managing to sit up once more, she fanned herself with a hand and squinted towards her racing companion.

“A-Are you OK?”

He seemed to still be rigid and she began to get a little concerned.

“Hey! I s-said are y-you OK?” She prodded him lightly and as best as she could in low visibility in the hopes of stirring some sort of reaction.

“Fine as wine!” He squeaked out.

He still didn’t move. Her body atop his prevented any thoughts of movement.

She slowly slid herself off and returned to her corner. He certainly didn’t sound fine, despite what he said.

“Are you sure?”

She drew her knees back in towards her chest and gave him some room.

“I didn’t hurt you or anything, did I?”

He pulled the hat back over his crown to hide the heat in his cheeks as he rose to sit much like she did opposite him.

“Not at all! Perish the thought!”

“Oh phew!” She let out a sigh of relief. Though she wanted to punch him for that comment, it was only going to be a light punch. She didn’t want to cause too much harm to him. After all, she was fond of the idiot.

“Uh, so, er…” She twiddled her thumbs. “Nice weather. Shame about all the frostbite.”

He chortled nervously.

“Eheh, why yes. It’s very…” He looked out the window with a sigh. “Bitey.”

“Bitey?” Rachel shuffled around a little. “Yes. Bitey frostbite. Mmm.” It seemed as if she was just blurting out any old thing that entered her head. She felt awkward and was not sure what on earth she should do about it. There was no escaping the car, not unless she wanted to walk miles back to the hotel and probably freeze to death on the way.

“Uh…I uh…” He noticed her shiver and removed his purple coat, holding it out to her. “It’s pretty cold so…”

She watched as he took off his coat and hold it out to her. Almost taken aback, she stared at it for a few moments before finally managing to form words. “Oh! N-No, it’s fine. Don’t worry. I don’t want you getting cold either.”

He put it on her and crossed his arms, huffing out a cloud of frosty air.

“H-Hey! Now you’ll get cold.” She started to take it off again to return to him.

He shook his head and laughed.

“You kidding? When I didn’t sleep on the floor the living room in my childhood home was colder than this! Ahah!”

Rachel tilted her head and pulled the sleeve back on. “Living room? Wait, sleep on the floor? You didn’t, did you? When was this? Who made you do that?” Her voice took on a shocked breathlessness as her mind tried to process what he had just said.

“Mother. I think. I just remember a woman who told me what to do. It wasn’t very fun.” He stroked his moustache nostalgically.

“Oh. That sounds rather horrendous. So, it was cold?”

“I suppose. It was the forgetting to feed me that mostly took it’s toll. Oh. The floor. Yeah. It was.”

Rachel lowered her gaze to the floor. “I had no idea. Wow.” A small smile spread across her face. “Well, things are better now, right?” She patted his shoulder. “I mean, you’re a Wacky Racer, after all.”

“It’s alright. I don��t remember much. I can only recall finding a runt in a cardboard box and nursing him back to health.” He touched a finger to his chin, thinking back. “After that it was just schemes and dreams.”

“Dreams? You had something to hope for? I take it that was the goal of winning, right?” She reclined back in her seat and rested her knees against the back of the drivers seat.

“Hope for? No. No nonsense like that. I just kept coming up with reasons to laugh with that stupid mangy hound.” He chuckled despite the remark.

“Heyyy.” She nudged him with her elbow. “He’s not so mangy.” Muttley was indeed a favourite of hers and she found herself feeling terribly sorry for him whenever one of Dick’s plans would backfire. “Is that all you do it for?”

He scratched his chin idly in thought. “I used to believe I was achieving something back in my hayday, but the more I failed. The more I realised I didn’t want to succeed. It was more fun that way.”

“You didn’t want to succeed? But, what about winning the races? Being crowned the world’s wackiest racer? The sponsorships, money, fame?” Rachel’s brow furrowed. “I don’t get it. You always seemed so driven to win.”

He turned to her rather somlemnly and spoke slowly. “But what happens when you do win?”

“I guess,” she looked at her hands, her fingers were nervously linked together, “I guess that you win the money, the title, go on with sponsorships and…” She paused for a moment. “Wait for the next race?”

He nodded not turning away. “And then what?”

“I don’t know. I never really thought about it. I guess people just go on with their lives.” She shrugged her shoulders. It was true, she hadn’t really thought about it. Like everyone, she had just been focussed on winning.

“I don’t want to win or I have nothing left to…what’s that word you used? 'Hope’ for.”

She reeled back in shock. “What? I find that somewhat hard to believe.” She began chewing on her lip anxiously. What he had said had jolted her internally. “Everyone knows who you are and what you do. You could probably do anything you wanted.”

He chuckled and fell back in his chair forgetting the cold for a second. “Haha, my dear, that is precisely what I am doing!”

“But, as you say, then what? What happens when this race is over? What will you do?”

“I would have won and would no long be the dark horse underdog of the Wacky Races. Why would I give up that thrill so easilly? People never think I’m going to win, so it makes it all the more fun when I finally do.”

“So you want to win eventually? Have you thought about when that might be? I mean, you’ve been winning the last couple of races no problems.” She leaned back and rested her head against the seat. After removing her cap, she tossed it into the front and awaited his reply.

He smirked scratching his chin idly with a finger. “Heh, like you…I don’t put much thought into it. I just make sure I’m having fun with it.”

“Like me?” She raised a brow and chuckled under her breath. “What makes you so sure I don’t think about what I do, Mister?” She jabbed him on his shoulder. “I may be smarter than you think.”

“Because if I’m not mistaken when I asked the purpose to winning, you answered and I quote: 'I don’t know. I never really thought about it.’”

Rachel shook her head. “Agh! Damn it. Heyyyy, fine. Come on. It’s late and cold. My head is in a mess.” She chuckled again. “I can’t help it if I’m spouting bollocks. It must be, what… 3AM?” She craned her neck to see her dashboard.

Dick’s Head was lain back under his hat. “Snooooort!” The sounds of his nostrils flaring from exhaustion resounded through the vehicle.

“Hey! HEY!” Rachel jabbed him in his ribs. “Wake up! That’s not fair, you’re not supposed to fall asleep while I’m talking to you!”

He snorted and sat up at attention “Huh whu whassat?”

Unfortunately, when he sat up his head collided with hers. “OUCH! Ooyah!” She grasped her head and keeled over. “Nrrrgh!”

He grasped at his head in pain. “Yeow yeowzer yeow!” He then blinked momentarilly afterward and rather then insult the girl; “Are you alright?”

Rachel just let out a low 'hnnnnn’ sound as she rolled back and fourth on the seat. She now wished she hadn’t removed her hat as it may have stopped or cushioned the blow.

He glanced at her forehead and chuckled “Now, now it isn’t all that bad. Just think we can call it a beauty mark tomorrow!”

She peered up at him with a furious expression, still doubled over on the seat. “I’ll give you beauty mark. Just be glad it wasn’t my eye! How would we explain a black eye?”

He stopped to think a moment then grinned. “Mascara?”

“I don’t wear that crap!”

He smirked. “Oh yes yes, quite. My bad.”

She hit him again, this time harder. “HMPH!”

“Owch! I see your mother passed some wonderful traits onto you,” He said nursing his poor arm.

“OH, we’re talking about mothers, are we?” Her eyes narrowed as a strange smirk spread across her face.

“Yes, well if you ever meet mine I’m sure she’ll be sporting a wicked attitude and moustache herself,” He retorted

That did it. Just the mental image alone. Rachel sucked in air, choked a little and fell about in hysterics. Her mind instantly imagined Dick in a dress.

Dick could only imagine what she was laughing about but he had a pretty good idea.

She attempted to catch her breath and leaned forwards resting her chin on the back of her hands. “Oh man. That’s funny. That’s good stuff.” A tear rolled from the corner of her eye from all the laughter and landed on the seat.

He smirked and tipped his hat at an angle over his eyes as he sat back and cross his arms. “Laugh it up, I know I would.”

After wiping at her eyes with her sleeve she shook her head and pulled on Dick’s coat over her, bundling up like a sausage roll. “You know nothing.”

“Uh huh” was all he could manage. The fatigue dragging his eyes down like weights.

“Ah ah ah!” A hand shot out from under the coat and prodded his ribs. “Are you saying I’m boring?” After sitting up straight she unfurled the coat from around her shoulders and handed it over towards him. “Here. Have it back. You don’t want to end up with a crick in your neck or something.”

He glared unfavorably at her. His eyes stemming red from the lack of sleep he was getting. “Are you capable of shutting up and going to sleep?”

Her brow instantly furrowed and her lips thinned to a small line. “Fine! Take your smelly coat!” She threw it at him. “Telling ME to shut up. Especially after that little stunt at the hotel earlier. What was all that about, huh?” Her voice trailed off into a low mumble as she continued cursing under her breath, turning away in a huff and folding her arms.

He flinched as the coat slapped against his side but just sighed and tried to drift off, ignoring her frustrations.

“And budge over.” She ignored his sighing and pushed her butt into his to shove him further to the side. “Taking all the god damn room. How am I supposed to sleep like that Mister I-Love-You-Shut-Up-And-Go-To-Sleep.” She fidgeted some more and folded her legs under her to take up more room.

He chuckled and made a fake groan. “Oh lord, is that the moon falling? What could this crushing weight be?” He reached out and grabbed a hand full of it to emphasize his point.

Rachel instantly yelped and jumped over to her side. “Aiiie! Watch where you’re grabbing!” She slapped a hand around in his general direction in case he was still trying it.

He had already moved his hand and watched her swat out of corner of his eye, only replying with a chuckle.

“Grabbing ladies butts. You should be ashamed of yourself.” She turned her head and stuck out her tongue. “First you’re all moody then that! HMPH!” She shuffled noisily, trying to make as much noise as she could on purpose.

“When I see a lady…” He yawned. “I’ll be sure to do so.” A wicked smirk arose on his face.

Rachel shot upright and glared at him. “I beg your pardon?!”

He once again lapsed into a bout of snoring under his hat.

“How dare you!?” Her voice was high pitched as she grabbed hold of his hat and began to pelt him with it over and over. “Insult me, will you? Tell me to shut up, will you? Say my ass is as big as the moon, will you!?”

He flailed and twitched under her assault but found himself laughing regardless.

“Stop laughing, you nit!” She continued to swipe. “It’s… not… funny!”

He finally gave in, sat straight and grabbed her wrist in mid attack. “I think you’ll find, my dear, it is.”

“Ouch!” She scowled at him and wiggled her nose in disgust. “Careful how you g…” He kissed her cheek and smiled at her cutting her sentence short. “Don’t… Don’t you try and butter me up, Mister!”

His smirk only widened. “That I can accomodate you with at a later time.”

“Wait… What?” She blinked in confusion, her brain trying to figure out what he had just said. When it finally registered her grimace transformed into a wide, goofy grin. “Now, that’s just dirty.”

He released his grip, twiddling his moustache as he sunk back into his chair. “Dastardly one might say.”

She picked up his coat and flopped it on his lap. “Seriously, though. I’m OK. Take it back and keep warm. I don’t want you getting hypothermia or something.”

“You know” He said, still twiddling his moutache. “They say the best way to keep warm in circumstances like this is to share body heat.”

She blinked again, leaning forward on the seat with her hands. “Wh-What?” She slipped off the seat and quickly caught herself. “They do? Who is this 'they’?”

He only continued in stroking his moustache. “Oh, you know, survivalists.”

“Oh? You know some survivalists?” She gave him a sarcastic grin and yanked at the other side of his mustache.

“Yeah, I contacted them shortly after falling for you.” He mired back at her.

She tilted her head. “What?” An eyebrow raised again. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh nothing you have to concerned about, my dear.”

“Now you said that I can’t HELP but be concerned.” She folded her arms in a huff and sat back roughly.

He replied by only smiling in a dastardly way and snuggled down into his seat.

Silence fell again as Rachel pouted. She hated not being in the know and she was sure he was doing it on purpose. After a while she couldn’t resist piping up again. “So, what else did these survivalists say?”

“About what in particular?” He said gesturing in a quizzative way.

“Well, you said they told you about this whole body heat thing.” She narrowed her eyes. “What else did they say?”

He smirked. “Oh lots of helpful survivalist..things.”

“Liiike?” She leaned forward on her hands and urged him to continue. She did not intend on letting it go.

“Hey look, a sudden distraction!” He pointed wildly in a panicked state at the window.

“Hm?” Her head whipped to the side. “Oh yeah. Snow. Great.” She narrowed her eyes again and slumped back into her seat again. “Fine. I get it.”

He stretched, flexing his fingers infront of him while casting an innocent smile.

Silence once more. Rachel hated uncomfortable silences. She kept giving Dick sideways glances hoping he’d start conversation again. When certain it was a lost cause she sighed. “So, yeah. About Max…”

Dick raised a brow awaiting the end to her statement.

“I didn’t encourage him, you know. That’s not the type of person I am. He just got,” she paused for a second and rubbed the back of her neck. “Clingy.”

This Doggy Bites

Still going RP between me and @dagurlicious

https://www.wattpad.com/story/54795952-this-doggy-bites

Below decks, Dagur had taken to picking at a wooden table with a small blade, mumbling incoherently to himself and occasionally rubbing at his arm. When he heard footsteps his head snapped up to see who dared disturb his brooding time and saw Rae. “What do you want, wench? Can’t you see I’m busy?” He saw the deer on her shoulders and frowned deeper. “I thought I told you to leave that to the men!?”

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t.” She dumped the deer right onto the table that he was picking at and stood with her hands on her hips. “Unlike some, I actually like to pull my weight around here.”

Dagur flinched as the deer hit the table right in front of him with a violent thud. He scowled up at Rae with an unimpressed glare and slammed the blade into the wooden surface. “There you go with those jaded insults again, wench! How about you say what you really mean?” He pushed himself away from the table and circled it until he was face to face with her.

Rae stared up at his face and wrinkled her nose at him, a small smirk on her lips. “You couldn’t handle it if I did, wussboy.” She shoved him playfully. “You can’t even handle a little punch. You whine and complain like a baby!”

She had touched him again. Made physical contact. It may not have been as painful as a punch, but it still caused him to shoot her a nasty look. “Don’t call me that!” He gripped hold of her tunic again. “So help me, I will crush the greedy milk from your bones with my teeth!”

“I haaave noooo idea what you just said, but it sounds brutal and awesome.” She reached her hands up, grabbed hold of his hands and attempted to remove them from her clothing. “Easy on the clothes, Wussboy. Yeesh! I only have this set on board.”

He kept his grip firm despite her attempting to pry his hands off of her attire. “What did I just say!?” He virtually roared in her face, spit flying out of his mouth as he shouted. “I can only take so much of your crap, Rae! Only so much before I-” He began to chuckle, his face breaking from his frown into a psychotic smile. “-Before I snap and teach you a lesson.” He let go of her tunic with one of his hands and moved it to her throat. “Go on. Call me Wussboy again. I dare you.” He moved his face in closer, his nose touching hers and hissed. “I dare you, wench.”

Rae didn’t know how to react. The fact that he had his hand around her throat was one thing, the fact that he was in such a close proximity that she was being tickled by his breath was another. And now he was daring her to call him names again. She tried to avert her eyes to focus her thoughts and continued to attempt to pry his hands off. “I… Well… Why should I? Not on your command. I’m not a trained dog!”

He tightened his grip on her clothing and moved his hand from her throat to her chin, tilted it upwards so that she was looking him dead in the eye and laughed. “Not so tough now, are you? …. Little doggy?” He made a barking sound to tease her further and continued laughing to himself.

Such a mockery, although expected, was not something Rae wanted to let him get away with. She reached her hands out to either side of his helm, yanked him closer, leaned her face in and sunk her teeth into his lower lip triumphantly.

“YARRRGH!” Dagur’s eyes flew open as her teeth sank into his lip in the most agonizing way. The pain was sharp, piercing and intense and he felt tears form in the corners of his eyes. He shoved himself backwards in an attempt to get away from the crazy wench. Unfortunately, that only served to stretch his lip and, in turn, caused more pain and broke the skin. He flailed around and managed to yank his lip free, stumbled back tripping over his own feet, landed against the table and grabbed at his mouth protectively.

Rae wiped her mouth and spat onto the floor. She had not known how he’d react to her doing that and her heart was racing, ready to defend herself should he have retaliated right away. “This doggy bites!”

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[request] what can i do? (i have already fallen for you)

AUTHOR: ongniels (ali) FANDOM: WANNA ONE/Produce 101 RATING: PG-13 PAIRING: Ong Seongwoo/Kang Daniel WORD COUNT: 4,1k WARNING: Panic attacks SUMMARY: “You are in love with Daniel, right?“

The question echoes in his head over and over again, he can’t get it out of his head, no matter how much he tries to. The whole day, it’s been the only thing he could think about because, fuck, it can’t be true.

He can’t be in fucking love with Kang Daniel.

[AO3]

“You are in love with Daniel, right?“

He can’t be in fucking love with Kang Daniel.

All throughout their schedule, Seongwoo just numbly walks from place to place, shooting his photos without even noticing, he just does what he is asked to and then, when he is finally done, sits down on the nearest, most comfortable surface.

He is slumped on the couch of their current photo shoot locations, hands tiredly rubbing his face as he tries to grab onto the last remains of his sanity.

This is not right, he can’t be. No. It’s bullshit.

Seongwoo receives one of Jisung’s worried smiles for the tenth time today from across the room, he just plasters a fake toothy grin on his face.

He needs to find out the truth, he needs to know if he really… loves Daniel like that.

If he were in any other situation, he wouldn’t mind to actually like his group mate but they are celebrities now and there’s no way they could date, or even have any kind of future together, which sucks. Seongwoo is not really ready to live through a whole year and a half with an unrequited crush on anyone, even less if that someone is Daniel because the younger boy has the cutest of smiles and likes to cuddle with Seongwoo at night and Seongwoo isn’t entirely sure he can go so long without accidentally blurting out his feelings. If that ever happened, it would make things so unbelievably awkward for every single one of his members and well, most importantly, it would make things awkward between Daniel and him, he really doesn’t want that.

But he sighs in relief because well, he isn’t in love with Daniel anyway.

Right?

***

When Seongwoo arrives at the dorms, he quickly washes up and climbs onto his bunk bed, covering his whole body with a thick blanket, trying really hard to hide himself from anyone who would interrupt his thoughts.

“You treat him like he is the most precious thing in the world, I don’t think I have ever seen you babying the other members as much as you baby him.”

That’s not true though, he treats everyone equally.

If he opens Daniel’s water bottle for him, he also opens at least one of the younger member’s bottle. If he cooks for Daniel, he always makes sure to cook enough so there are leftovers for one of the other member’s midnight snacks. If he sneaks out to get Daniel some snacks, he also gets snacks for everybody else.

Good, one reason less for him to believe that he’s actually in love.

“It’s really cute when you get overprotective, like that time Daniel got his hand injury during the practice for ‘Knock’ and you even accompanied him to the emergency room.”

He thinks back to that moment.

He had found Daniel clutching his hand, silent, angry tears rolling down his face as everyone was making a circle around him. Back then he couldn’t think of anything else but how to get Daniel out of there safely.

Seongwoo had made his way past the crowd, instantly sinking down to his knees when he arrived next to Daniel. The younger boy had looked at him with the saddest eyes, mumbling something about “What if I can’t perform anymore, Seongwoo? Jesus…” and more things Seongwoo couldn’t catch. He hadn’t known how to answer so instead he just hugged him, drawing circles on his back as he let him sob in his arm.

Then he had told Seonho to call one of the staff members and had gone with Daniel into the ambulance, holding his uninjured hand tightly and whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

Seongwoo remembers how anxious he felt when he was waiting in the waiting room with Daniel’s company staff and the TV show writers, how scared he was of Daniel having to quit the show just because he overstepped his boundaries to make the show perfect.

And then, finally the relief had come when Daniel came out of the doctor’s room with a brand new cast and his trademark bunny smile, immediately running into Seongwoo’s arms.

But, Seongwoo thinks, that was a normal reaction for best friends right?

When Woojin had had shingles that same week, he also tagged along to the emergency room and cared for him throughout the week, even making soup for the younger one. Seongwoo also did the same when Jinyoung suddenly collapsed during one of their practice sessions.

It wasn’t strange for him to be caring. Well, there goes another reason.

“But the first reason I knew you liked him is because you look at him like he means the world to you, it’s seriously adorable.”

Seongwoo… isn’t really sure he can retaliate this particular reason though. He doesn’t know how he looks at Daniel or how he looks at anybody else in general. It’s not like he records himself every second of his life to know that but –

Suddenly, someone is taking away his blankets, completely removing them from above his whole body, chilly air caressing his skin, making him look up to see who dared to interrupt his thoughts. Somehow, he ends up face to face with Daniel, who is smiling at him. He notices how their mouths are only a few centimeters apart. It makes his heart stutter in his chest.

“Good night, Seongwoo,” his eyes crinkle into crescent and somehow, Seongwoo feels his stomach tighten with a warm, fuzzy feeling. “For the tenth time.”

He laughs awkwardly, not knowing what to reply to that.

“You too, sleep well and all that shit,” Seongwoo blurts out as he slowly draws back, inching closer to the wall. “But if you don’t mind, can you give me back my blanket? I’m really, really cold.”

“The country is going through a heat wave and you are cold?” Daniel raises his eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yes, extremely cold actually, so, give it back, please,” Seongwoo demands, making grabby hands towards the item that is now lying on the floor after Daniel carelessly threw it away.

“You know, I think I have something better than a blanket to keep you warm,” Daniel smirks. “Me.”

Seongwoo sputters as he looks at the younger boy with wide eyes and an open mouth, any other day he would agree without even hesitating but after today’s events he is not quite sure he can bring himself to act how he normally would.

On the other hand, he thinks as he looks at Daniel’s small smile and hopeful eyes, he had ruled out two of three reasons why he was supposedly in love with Daniel, plus, he was a sucker for cuddles.

It turns out, though, that Seongwoo didn’t really have a choice anyway because when he is done with his inner debate, Daniel is already on the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around Seongwoo’s waist, tugging him closer to his body.

The older boy doesn’t protest, instead he snuggles closer, his nose tickling Daniel’s neck.

It doesn’t take Seongwoo a lot of time to fall asleep.

***

The next morning, Seongwoo wakes up in Daniel’s arms. He feels content as he suddenly hears Daniel laugh in his sleep, unconsciously squeezing Seongwoo softly.

When Jisung gets up almost twenty minutes later, he is still in bed with Daniel. It seems as though the other MMO trainee knows that he’s just pretending to sleep because soon enough, Jisung is climbing on top of the stairs of Seongwoo’s bunk bed, shaking his leg to get his attention.

“Wake him up, will you?” Jisung asks, a knowing smirk on his face when Seongwoo finally looks towards him. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate you doing it.”

He somehow feels weird after that.

The image of Jisung’s smirk seems to haunt him as he, today a bit more forceful than usually, wakes Daniel up and then immediately rushes into kitchen with the pretense of being hungry.

***

Seongwoo isn’t sure when or why he starts to avoid Daniel after that.

He no longer sits next to the younger boy in the van, now he sits with Jisung, Sungwoon and Minhyun in the back. When Daniel approaches him with a bunny smile to joke around, he plays along for a minute before disappearing to talk to any of the other members. Even when Daniel asks for cuddles during the night, he declines, mumbling that he’s too tired and wants to spread out in his bed.

At first he hadn’t really realized what he was doing but then Jihoon had cornered him and asked if everything was okay between him and Daniel. He had laughed him off, saying everything was absolutely fine.

After that he does it consciously, even if it sometimes hurts to see Daniel’s sad gaze and how he slumps more into himself than usual, his normally always there smile only coming out in a few special occasions. The bright spark in his eyes whenever he sees Seongwoo slowly disappears, now, when Seongwoo catches the other staring at him, he looks hurt instead.

It kind of breaks his heart.

***

He doesn’t even consider stopping ignoring Daniel – his tactic has always been “ignore the problem until it eventually goes away” which most of the time works well for him but apparently not when it comes to Daniel – until he sees Minhyun and Daniel together.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary really, he isn’t too sure why he suddenly feels something akin to jealousy making its way through his body, crawling inside of his brain as he sees Daniel slipping into Minhyun’s bed for the night. He knows it’s his own fault, he has been the one declining the cuddling offers and avoiding Daniel but it still feels wrong seeing him do it with anybody else, it makes his blood boil in a certain way he can’t explain.

His hands turn into fist as he walks inside of his own room, hiding himself underneath his blankets.

***

After that it seems to happen every night.

Daniel excuses himself, saying goodbye to Jisung and Seongwoo, to head over to Minhyun’s room and go to sleep with him.

Once, Seongwoo, after not being able to sleep more than one hour because he was fantasizing about all the things Daniel and Minhyun could be doing, had decided to check out what they did during the night, so he had made Jaehwan agree to let him sleep with him in his room.

As expected, Daniel had come in with his blanket in his hands and laid down. Minhyun had welcomed him with open arms and a warm smile, Seongwoo had felt his stomach tighten in an unpleasant way.

It had taken him longer than usual to fall asleep that night thanks to him observing the two boys as they quietly chatted with another and trying to keep a sleeping Jaehwan’s wandering hands away from him.

***

Seongwoo’s jealousy peaks when he sees Minhyun and Daniel snuggling on the couch. The younger boy is sprawled across Minhyun’s body while Minhyun mindlessly caresses his head, Daniel leaning into the touch with a happy smile.

It looks so intimate it makes Seongwoo want to puke.

“Daniel, can we talk?” he suddenly hears himself say, his voice husky as his eyes meet Daniel’s.

For a split moment, he notices that Daniel looks just as surprised as Seongwoo feels, but then the other seems to shut all of his emotions out of his face as he stares at Seongwoo intently, maybe trying to find out why he was suddenly speaking.

“I’m quite comfortable right now, so if you don’t mind can we have this… talk or whatever later?” Daniel answers, his attention back to Minhyun.

And no – they cannot “talk later” because Jesus fuck, why had Seongwoo not realized before?

Jisung was right.

He doesn’t really know why it finally clicks for him that he is head over heels for Daniel and he has been for a while now in that moment. It feels so random but also like… like it should have happened earlier, like he should have known the moment Jisung mentioned it.

Seongwoo feels his heartbeat start to quicken at the realization. His mouth automatically opens in surprise and his eyes widen as he curses at himself. He could have spared himself some suffering and various random emotional outbursts if he had just known earlier. Seongwoo hates himself sometimes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Minhyun asks, Seongwoo notices then that Daniel and him are separated now, Minhyun looking at him with a worried frown.

“Yes – No, jesus,” Seongwoo replies quickly without even trying to filter his word vomit. “You know what? Let’s talk later, you’re right! Later is good, later is perfect, sounds very promising, good talk, yes, yes, completely fine, wow, I’m such an idiot, later… Yes, later.”

He leaves Daniel and Minhyun behind in the living room as he heads to the entrance in a hurry. Seongwoo puts on his – well, technically Guanlin’s – shoes and leaves the house, forgetting that it’s 3 a.m. and they’re not really allowed to go out at this hour.

As soon as he steps out onto the streets, he feels the cold summer night air brush against his skin, making him shiver. He figures the best thing he can do now after embarrassing himself and realizing he has a fucking enormous crush on Daniel is get black out drunk.

***

Seongwoo comes home at 7 a.m., stumbling through the door after having put in the wrong code at least three times. He, as quietly as his drunk ass can be, takes off his shoes and goes into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

He had gone to the nearest bar, an old establishment where he was the only costumer and had drunk his weight in beer and ten different kinds of wines as he told the barkeeper and all the waiter, who were interested enough, the whole reason – with a lot of details and some crying – why he was there at such an unholy hour. After all the talking (and crying) he was extremely exhausted.

Seongwoo opens the door to his room, intending to just climb the ladder to his bed and face palm onto it, when his eyes wander through the room and discovers that both, Daniel and Jisung, hadn’t stayed there for the night. His eyes, without any obvious reason, linger on Daniel’s bed. The boy’s favourite hoodie is lying on it, completely lonely. He giggles quietly and walks to the bed, taking a hold of the sweater.

He lightly caresses the worn-out material, sighing contently at how soft it feels.

Without even thinking about it, he puts it on. It’s too big for him (but he already knew that) and feels nice and soft but most importantly, it smells like Daniel – like vanilla and his favourite aftershave. Seongwoo can’t help but bury his nose into the material, just to get another sniff of the scent.

Suddenly, he feels tears well up in his eyes.

He doesn’t even know why, they just start to roll down his cheeks as his curls in on himself, squatting down and holding his knees tightly against his chest as he rest his heads on them. Not long after, he starts to full on sob, his body trembling as he keeps on crying.

Seongwoo feels dizzy, his head is full of ten thousand different thoughts and it’s becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. Slowly Seongwoo loses the ability to control his ragged breathes and sobs, they come automatically every few seconds, even if he doesn’t want them to.

He feels like he is about to pass out from lack of oxygen and exhaustion when someone suddenly wraps their arms around him and pulls him into a tight hug. Seongwoo doesn’t even want to think about who it is, he just lets himself go lax in the person’s arm, eyes closed tightly as he tries to regain control over his own body.

“Seongwoo, it’s okay, everything will be okay,” he feels his whole body tense. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”

Of course it has to be Daniel.

His heartbeat quickens as he suddenly feels suffocated by the boy’s embrace. He desperately tries to break free but Daniel is having none of it, holding him tightly as Seongwoo trashes around, wanting to be anywhere but here.

“L-Let me go,” Seongwoo breathes out, eyes closed tightly. “Please.”

It seems to do the trick. Daniel frees him from his embrace without a protest. Seongwoo takes the opportunity to distance himself as much as possible from the younger boy. He slides all the way back to the wall, cherishing the way it feels cold and makes his body relax.

“Seongwoo, hey, let me help you,” Daniel whispers.

Seongwoo just shakes his head, hiding his face behind his crossed arms, trying to calm his fast beating heart and at the same time trying to breathe in steadily. But it isn’t working, if he’s honest, it’s exactly the opposite. His breathes are just getting shorter and more shallow while his heartbeat is doubling in speed.

For a second he thinks Daniel has actually listened to him, that he has stood up and left him all alone in the room, but it turns out that the other boy had just walked closer to him again. He feels Daniel’s large hands rest on his knees, as he once again begins to drawing circles on them. Seongwoo is turn between feeling more relaxed and feeling even more nervous.

“Hey, hey, listen to me,” Daniel says, voice softer than usual. “Whatever it is that you’re going through, it’s going to be alright.”

Even in this kind of situation, Seongwoo manages to snort at that.

“What? You don’t believe?” he knows, even without looking, that Daniel has his usual bunny smiles on his face, eyes crinkling as he looks at Seongwoo. Somehow that image makes his heart rate slow down the littlest bit. “Ey, you should trust me more than that, Ong Seongwoo.”

Daniel suddenly scoots even closer, one of his long legs on each side of Seongwoo’s own. The younger’s chest is pressing against his knees as Seongwoo feels Daniel’s hand moving up to his cheeks. He softly caresses Seongwoo’s cheeks, making the older slowly look up at him.

As expected, Daniel is smiling down at him with the softest of smiles. They stay like that for a while, Daniel’s touch easing Seongwoo’s anxiety little by little. In the position they are in, Seongwoo is able to feel Daniel’s stable breathing against his legs which makes it easy for him to match his own breathing to Daniel’s tempo.

It takes at least twenty five minutes before Seongwoo is back to almost thinking straight. He knows his heartbeat is still a bit faster than it should be and that it’s still a little bit hard to breathe but he feels nowhere near as suffocated or frustrated as before.

“Do you feel better?” Daniel asks, managing to focus all of Seongwoo’s attention towards him. “Has the thing… you wanted to talk about today got something to do with… this?”

Seongwoo doesn’t know how to respond to that. He considers lying for a minute but figures that it’s not really worth it – and he knows, that at this moment, he is like an open book, ready for everyone to read him.

“Yeah,” he manages to say.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you,” Daniel sighs, smiling sadly at him.

“You don’t – don’t have to,” Seongwoo replies, matching Daniel’s expression. “It was my fault… my fault for i-ignoring you these past w-weeks.”

“Ah? So you noticed too?” Daniel laughs but it doesn’t feel as natural as it normally does, it feels kind of wrong, insincere in a way that Daniel’s laugh has never been. “I thought it was just me imagining things… Was there a reason or?”

All of a sudden Seongwoo feels like he has a lump in his throat. He opens it to say something – anything really – but nothing comes out, he just gapes at Daniel, eyes downcast as he thinks about a response.

“I – I…” Seongwoo stutters, looking between the floor and Daniel’s encouraging smile. “I don’t think you want to know.”

Daniel looks confused when he hears that. Seongwoo can understand though, it’s not like Seongwoo’s behaviour is normal – actually, the way he has been acting the past three weeks hasn’t been “normal”. His emotions – and his actions – had never been as chaotic and impulsive as they had been in that short period of time. Seongwoo also hadn’t had a panic attack like this since nearly five years. It’s so weird, he feels so weird.

“Seongwoo, look, as long as you haven’t killed anyone – even then, if you had a good enough reason I would try to understand – and want to tell me about that, I don’t think there’s anything I don’t want to know when it comes to you,” Daniel reassures him, thumb gently stroking his cheeks.

He stares at Daniel, trying to look into the younger boy’s most inner thoughts, trying to check if it really is okay – if it’s okay for Seongwoo to profess his undying love for him. Well, it’s not like he has anymore to lose, right? He has already hit rock bottom anyway.

After another few seconds he manages to open his mouth but nothing comes out.

“Take your time, it’s fine –,“ Daniel starts but is interrupted by Seongwoo.

“I noticed I’m in love with you,” he blurts out, directly looking at Daniel, who doesn’t seem to be taken aback, more than that, he looks confused again.

“Wait, so you didn’t know?” Daniel asks with his eyebrows raised. “I figured that it was an unspoken thing that we both like… like each other. The cuddling and overzealous touching wasn’t a big enough hint? Not even my bad attempts at flirting?”

“I – I thought we were b-best friends,” Seongwoo replies, eyes wide as he watches Daniel’s every move, the other is just staring back at him with the most surprised look, like it was the most obvious thing known to humanity and Seongwoo was the only one unaware of it.

“Well, yeah, we are best friends but…” Daniel hesitates for a minute. “Anyway, did you ignore me because of that? Because you thought I would reject you?”

“Kind of?” he answers, back to looking down at his knees. “I just – just didn’t want to admit that I like you. It’s not like this…. relationship… would have a future... I didn’t want you to feel awkward with m-me.”

In the twinkling of an eye, Daniel begins to laugh. Seongwoo can’t believe the boy in front of him, he doesn’t know how he can laugh when Seongwoo feels like his heart is about to explode because well, apparently his feelings aren’t entirely unrequited and because he feels incredibly embarrassed by having voiced out what he has been going through in the last few days.

“Idiot,” Daniel says in between of his laughter, his eyes crinkling as his head comes even closer to Seongwoo’s. “You’re such an idiot.”

Seongwoo gapes at him, his eyebrows furrowing. He suddenly feels really, really offended.

“I can’t even be mad at you for avoiding me,” Daniel sighs, licking his lips afterwards.

He guides Seongwoo’s face so that the older is looking straight into his eyes again, then he laughs and pecks Seongwoo’s forehead, smiling as he does so. Seongwoo can already feel a blush spreading across his face.

“Just so you finally know,” Daniel pecks his cheek now, afterwards catching his gaze again. “I’m in love with you too. Our relationship has a future. We will spend every single minute of it happily.”

Seongwoo bursts into tears again but this time he laughs while he does so, letting Daniel shower his whole face with kisses. Daniel makes him spread his legs to place himself right in front of Seongwoo. He pulls him into a tight hug, the older boy embraces him back, his head resting on Daniel’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” Seongwoo mumbles against the younger’s skin. “Seriously.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” Daniel replies softly. “But next time please don’t ignore me, yeah?”

“Promise,” he sighs, pecking Daniel’s neck in apology.

They stay like that for a long time, just embracing each other and basking in the warm, giddy feeling they give each other. Seongwoo still feels guilty for avoiding Daniel, for being selfish, but he figures that has enough time to make up for it.

He closes his eyes, Daniel’s steady breath lulling him to sleep.

The last thing he thinks about is how happy he feels just for being in Daniel’s arms.

#im sorry for the delay #also im sorry this is kind of a train wreck (/mess)#i still hope you like it #i will try to be better next week #ongniel #ong seongwoo #seongwoo #kang daniel #daniel #produce 101 #produce 101 season 2 #wanna one #band #prompt #request #kpop fic #slash fic

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Everyday Hero [Completed]

Everyday Hero Pt.1

Everyday Hero Pt. 2

Everyday Hero Pt. 3:

~Max~

I face myself in the mirror, staring intensely into my own blue eyes. I sigh and lift up my shirt, revealing a long, ugly scar. I trace my finger lightly over the tender bit of skin and cringe, "Shit,". I look hideous and deformed... as if I wasn't self-conscious enough. I sigh sharply and force my shirt down, blowing a few loose strands of hair out of my eyes, "Pfft, minor scarring they said, you won't be able to see it, they said. Huh, yeah right," I mutter angrily, turning away from the mirror. I get out today... out of the hospital that is. Chloe's coming by later to pick me up and take me home. Well, it's not home ... I'm going to be staying with Chloe for a while 'till my folks can figure some stuff out. That's code name for they can't take care of me and deal with work and lawyers all at the same time. Anyways, I gather up the few things left in my hospital room and shove them into my tote bag lying on the bed. I grab the cute teddy bear Chloe got for me a few days after I woke up and clutch it tightly against me. Huh, I may be 18 but I still have a soft spot for stuffed animals. I press my nose into its soft fur and breath in. I can smell her... cigarettes... smoke... weed... Chloe. I've grown accustomed to her smell, she's visited me almost every day or even staying the night sometimes. We've talked about telling my parents about our relationship... but we never really act on it. I sigh again and pull the toy away from my face, setting it gingerly in the bag. As I go to lift it, I cringe and clutch my side, "Fuck!". Certain movements make my insides burn in pain but it's bullshit, I can't bend down or pick anything up or reach for anything or... I look down at the contents of my bag which is now spread out across the floor. Anger begins to swell up inside me as I force myself to get down on the ground, ignoring the pain exploding in my brain. I grab my camera and shove it into the bag, "Shit...". I grab some clothes and shove them in, tears forming in my eyes. The bear... where's the fucking bear... under the bed? I lower myself further, black spots begin to cloud my vision. I don't see it... I don't see anything. Everything is dark and fuzzy.... And cold... it feels... nice. I could get used to this. But, I'm abruptly pulled for my dark stupor by strong hands clamping down on my shoulders, "Max?!" The voice says. I blink, shutting my eyes and gripping the hands that hold me, "Huh? What?". "You okay?! You were on the floor,". I nod slowly, waiting until everything seems to settle back into place before replying, "Just... dropped something,". Chloe shakes her head, easing me back onto the bed, "You know you're not supposed to do that, you can really hurt yourself,". "I can do whatever I want," I growl back coldly. She sighs and sits beside me on the bed, resting her hand on top of mine, "But you don't have to do it alone, Max. it's okay to ask for help,". I look up at her, my vision finally clear and sigh, "I'm sorry, Chloe. I just... I hate feeling so goddamn helpless,". "I know, and I'm sorry you feel that way. But," Chloe pauses, picking the stuffed bear up off the ground and handing it to me, "You don't have to". I take the bear and sigh, "I know,". She leans in and kisses me on the lips, holding there for a few moments. "I love you...". "Hmm, me too, dork," she whispers once we pull away, "We good to go?". I nod and allow her to take my hands, pulling me up off the bed and lead me out of the room. As Chloe checks me out of the hospital, I stand beside her, staring blankly into the abyss. Am I really ready to go back out there? Into the real world? I- I mean... what if someone tries to hurt Chloe again? I don't have my powers to protect her... I don't have anything to protect her. Well, besides myself. Shit, I can barely take care of myself.... So how am I? "Max," Chloe says, tapping me on the shoulder. I blink and turn to her, "Yep?". She sighs and points to the guy manning the front desk. "Would you like to talk to someone? We have counselors for people who have undergone recent traumas and tragedies, what'd you say?". He tries to hand me a clipboard but I decline and turn away, "Uh, no thanks. I can handle my own problems,". As I walk away I hear Chloe take the clipboard and quickly jot something down before running over to catch up with me. "What part of I can handle my own problems did you not understand?" I say coldly. "Dude, what are you talking about?" she asks, confused as to what pissed me off. "Didn't you sign me up for that counselor?". "You said you didn't want to,". I blush, ashamed that I accused my girlfriend of that, "Then... who'd you sign up?". "Myself,". I might've laughed, but Chloe's serious tone tells me otherwise. "But... Why?". " Oh, I don't know... I've been abused, drugged, and possibly... *ahem*. I watched my best friend get shot, die, and be revived all in the same day. They found Rachael dead in the junkyard and I had to I.D the body. Jeffershit came forward with his creepy ass photo-drug with binders filled pictures of half-conscious girls, which included an empty one with your name on it. Huh, I hate to say it but it ain't all sunshine and rainbows on my end and you sure as hell aren't the only one dealing with shit,". I feel myself shrink back in shame. God... I'm such an insensitive bitch... what's wrong with me? Am I still being selfish? Once we get to the truck after a few minutes of silence, Chloe stops and turns to me, " I- I'm sorry snapped at you... it's just... *sigh*. I'm just not used to you being so pissy and uptight. Do your pain med throw you that outta wack?". I nod a little and apologize in a small pathetic voice. I know she gets fed up with my moodiness, but... she always just keeps her feelings to herself. I'm actually glad that she got upset at me... I deserve to be treated just like anyone else... no special treatment for me. Chloe sighs and embraces me, allowing me to cry into her shirt. "I- I'm sorry, Chloe... I- I just-". "You're scared, and I understand, but you have to talk to me," Chloe says, taking my face in her hands, "I can't help you if you shut the world out... shut me out,". I nod weakly and hug her again, "Y- You are my world,". "And you are goddamn adorable,". I giggle a bit and pull away, gesturing to the truck, "Come on, let's get out of here and get some real food! Everything in there tastes like cardboard,". Chloe smirks and opens the door for me, "Hardly seemed nutritious too, you've lost like what... 6, 7 pounds?". "Ten," I correct with a sigh, scrambling up into my seat. It's one thing on top of the other for me huh? I've got a laundry list of problems... not just mental, but physical too. "We still need to talk about phy-" Chloe begins but I cut her off with a stern look. She raises her hands up in surrender,"Okay, okay! I won't bring it up, but you seriously need to consider it... I think it'll help,". I sigh again and shrug, watching as she closes the door and saunters over to the driver's seat. I try not to think about how physical therapy is going to have to be like... a thing. I guess vegging out in a bed for almost 2 months has its consequences, huh... *sigh*.

Once we're out on the road, I feel like I'm in a well enough state to ask the question I've been dreading for weeks. "Uh, Chloe... I've been meaning to ask... do... do I have to...". "No," she replies quickly, as if reading my mind, "You don't have to give a statement if you don't want to. The police have enough evidence to lock those fuckers away for a long time,". I swallow hard, "W-what did you say?". "Only what I knew at the time... which wasn't much. I just told them about the drugs and Frank's threats, my plan to leave Arcadia Bay if Rachael ever showed up... that stuff. Nonetheless, I got in some trouble, but step-shit would not let me in the hands of the local police,". I giggle nervously, remembering how Chloe said that exact line in another reality, "H-he means well,". Chloe nods, "I know... he saved you and... that's something I can't thank him enough for,". I shut my eyes tightly as a flash of memories bombard my mind. "Hey, you okay?!" Chloe asks frantically. I nod and reach over, grabbing her hand, "It'll pass...". The 'Darkroom', Drugs, Blood, Guns, Camera...click click click. I shiver visibly. "Max, I'm right... just relax... relax,". I take a deep breath and the flashback fades. "I'm...okay,". I open my eyes slowly and turn to see Chloe staring at me, her eyes damp with tears. "What?". "I- I just... *sniff* I hate that I can't help you with the flashbacks... they seem so painful,". I nod in understanding, "I got... I think I've got them under control. They're slowing down... becoming less and less," I reassure her, "I'm handling them a lot better that I was before,". "I know... and I'm really happy you're getting better... but I don't get why you're having these 'Flashbacks' in the first place... none of that shit even happened to you,". She's right... none of the things from that week actually happened to me... well, at least they didn't happen to my physical form... but it did happen in my mindset. So... when I made the choice to take the bullet... I created yet another alternate reality. God... how many fucking timelines and realities have I created? Can I even call this 'real life' anymore? I mean... it's normal for everyone else, but I'm the time traveler... or... Time Drifter as I like to call it. I mean, I'll never go back to my reality... my original timeline, the one before my powers... the one where... Chloe dies in the bathroom. I close my eyes again and fight off memories of Chloe getting shot instead of me. "Can we like, not talk about anything right now? Please?"" I ask calmly, knowing she'll understand. "Yeah, of course," Chloe replies quickly, giving my hand another squeeze before returning to the steering wheel. We both stay quiet until we pull up to Chloe's half painted house and wait... for what... I don't know. "Do you need help getting out?" she finally says as she slips out of the truck and awaits my answer. I smile softly and nod a bit, "Yeah... that would be nice,". We share a warm smile before Chloe breaks off and walks over to open the door. "Okay, now... give me your hand," she instructs. I obey and take her hand, allowing her to lead me out of the truck, even though it's not a whole foot off the ground. "You good?" Chloe asks once I'm safely out. "Yep," I reply cheerfully, even though the quick step down gave me a headache. "Well then. Let's meet the parents," she says, grabbing my bags and closing the car door. I giggle a bit and follow her inside.

Joyce waits anxiously for me to sitting down until throwing her arms around me and hugging me as gently as she can, which even then is kinda tight. "Ha, it's good to see you too Joyce," I say once she releases me. "*sniff* Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie, I'm just so glad you're alright. We were all so worried 'bout you," she says, drying her eyes. Chloe shoots her mother a look as if saying: don't say too much. "It's good to know people care," I say, then add quietly, "Some more than others". I meant it as a joke because my parents haven't really been around since the shooting, but... everyone take it seriously. "Uh... *ahem* w-what do you say we head upstairs and put your stuff away." Chloe says, gesturing to the bag in her hand. Joyce nods, "Yes, why don't you two go do that. I'll put whip something up for lunch in the meantime". I let out a sigh, shifting nervously in my seat at the awkwardness I created. Way to go, Max. Invite everyone to your pity party. "How you holding up, there Maxie?" Chloe says. I shrug, feeling myself shutting out the world again. "Well, come on... let's go upstairs and chill for a bit," She says, reaching out to me. I ignore her outreached hand and stand up on my own, despite sending a sharp pain throughout my abdomen. "Take it easy, Max... don't force yourself," Chloe says, seeing my pained expression. "I'm fine, Chloe... h- honest," I say, leaning up against the couch until the pain passes. Something about this trip upstairs feels different, but I can't put my finger on what it is. I turn to Chloe and look her up and down, she looks... well, different. She's not in her normal shredded jeans and tank top, she hasn't been for the past few weeks now that I think about it. Her wardrobe now mainly consists of plain tee- shirts and faded jeans. Hmm.... As we walk up to the door, it too seems different... there's no graffiti or posters. But then again, this is a whole nother reality and I technically haven't been here in 5 years. Chloe seems to notice my slight confusion and clears her throat, "So, uh... my room looks a lot different than the last time you saw it so... fair warning,". I nod, knowing what a trainwreck her room is. When I walk inside I smile, seeing that everything is basically the same except for a few key things. All the trash, boxes, beer bottles, cigarette butts, and the smell of weed have vanished, leaving the room open. My little couch; the one from my dorm, rests at the edge of the bed, acting as a footboard. I vaguely remember allowing Chloe to clear out my dorm when the town shut down Blackwell after everything went down. "Wow, Chloe... this... this isn't wasn't at all what I was expecting," I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Yeah... I know," she replies shyly, "I thought you should come home to a welcoming environment... so, I straightened up a bit, moved things around... feng-shui ya know?". I nod again, watching as Chloe comes up and sits next to me, wrapping her arm around me gently. I sigh and cuddle up beside her. "Tired?". "A bit?". "Well, it's been a long day," she says, "you're welcome to take a nap if you want... I think I'm going to help mom with lunch,". "Could you stay for a bit," I ask even though she's not leaving yet, "At least 'till I fall asleep?". She smiles, "Huh, sure... need help changing?". I nod and blush a bit because that's another thing I can't do on my own. "Go find something to wear while I watch the door," Chloe says as she gets up and leans up against the door. "Wait," I say, carefully leaning over and grabbing my bag, "Can't you just lock the door or...". "Yeah... 'bout that. Joyce says there are no locked doors as long as we're in the house together... it's like she thinks we're gonna do the nasty or something,". We look at each other with sly grins before snickering to ourselves. I sigh, looking around the room wearily as if looking for something. "The cameras are gone, if that's what you're looking for," Chloe says, pointing to one of the vents, "I made David remove them," "Oh," I reply quietly, standing up with Chloe's help. My cheeks grow red when we face each other, why am I so nervous all of a sudden? I've dressed in front of Chloe loads of times as a kid... so what makes it so weird now? "Uh, would you mind if I try dressing myself?" I ask shyly. "Sure... uh... want me to leave or...". "No, you can stay just.... Don't look maybe?". Chloe nods and turns away, walking back to the door with embarrassment covering her face. I sigh to myself and lift my shirt up a little, testing how long it'll take for me to react to the pain. The answer is immediately and I have to hold my breath to prevent myself from crying out in pain. I continue to lift my shirt and a small, almost inaudible cry escapes my lips. Chloe hears it and shifts around a bit on her feet, "Sure you're alright?". "Yeah," I breathe out. I try to move faster but fall to my knees as pain once more explodes in my gut, another pitiful cry leaving my lips. Chloe spins around and gasps a little when she sees me. "Shit, Max!". She slides up to me on her knees and grabs me by the shoulders. I grab her arms and hold on to her like she's the only thing keeping me from losing myself entirely. "I- I'm fine... I- I just... I need...". "What... what do you need, Max? Tell me," Chloe says, clearly determined to find out what's ailing me. I sigh out a shaky breath... "I need help,". She looks a little shocked but allows me to continue. "I- I can't... move... certain ways without...hurting myself,". I lift the corner of my shirt to reveal the scar and mutilated skin surrounding it, "T- the doctors... kept saying that... I'd have some nerve damage but... I- I didn't want to believe them b-because that would mean I m-might... n-never do some things on my own ever again a- and I... I...". I can't keep myself from crying anymore and I start tearing up which makes Chloe seem even more concerned and almost weepy. Her hand extends out towards me and I instinctively move back but then relax... somehow sensing that she needs to do this. Her hands are cold and clammy and I can feel them shaking as she rests it lightly over the scar. I wince slightly which makes her recoil. "I- I...," Chloe mumbles, her voice thin and shaky, "I'm *gulp* I'm s- so sorry, Max. I- I did this to you... this is all my fault, It's my fault. I- I hurt you... I- I...". Her voice finally breaks and she breaks down before my eyes. I've never seen her cry this hard before.... Not in this, or any other reality.... And she's crying for me. "Why did you do it, Max? W- why did you choose me... I'm not a good person.... I don't get it... I don't know what you see in me,". I blink, trying to hold back more tears from leaving my eyes, "C- Chloe. I- I fell in love with you and I-". "Which me was that, Max?". Then I get it... this isn't my Chloe... and I'm not her Max. "Look, I am in love with you and I want to spend my life with you but, I think you should get to know this me first,". "Yes, yes, I'll do anything! J-just don't leave me!" I cry frantically, grabbing her and hugging her tightly against my body. "What?! Max, I... I'm not going to leave you. I just said I was going to spend the rest of my life with you," Chloe says, trying to pry me off of her. I just hold on tighter and continue to cry, feeling another flashback cloud my thoughts, "I- I don't want to do this, Chloe! D-don't make me do this... I- I can't lose you again... I won't, I won't!". "Max, what are you talking about? I'm not making you do anything," Chloe tries to reassure me, but her voice and presence fade as reality seems to melt around me. I can almost hear the wind whirling around me and feel the ice cold rain striking my skin as I stand on the cliff with one of the many Chloes I'd created during the course of the week. I start shivering violently from the cold even though it only exists in my mind. "Max?". "I won't let you go, Chloe. I won't. I'll find a way to bring you back!" I continue, clutching my hands to my head. "No...no no no no no, I won't trade you!". "Max!". Something thuds to the ground and footsteps echo away from me as Chloe calls out for help. Everything is so cold and the wind is so loud... I- I don't know what to do. Everything is too much. I curl up into a tight ball, continuing to grab at my head and ears. My head and heart are pounding as my panic seems to climax until... everything goes black.

As is it's at the snap of a finger, I jolt awake instantly, panicking slightly. It takes me a moment to figure out where I am... I've been moved from Chloe's room to the living room downstairs. I must have blacked out, which is usually what happens after I have a major panic attack. "Dammit," I mutter, punching one of the couch cushions. I'm never going to get better if this keeps happening to me. I sigh sharply and slowly swing my legs around up off the couch, taking my time to get up. It's starting to get dark, so I figure I've been out for at least a few hours. I find myself heading towards the kitchen, following the voices that flow out of the room. I stand silently at the doorway, using the frame for support and just watch as Chloe and her mother work quietly around each other. "How are you holding up, sweetie?" Joyce asks, caressing her daughter's back. She shrugs and leans all her weight on the counter, "I'm here.... So, I'm okay, I guess,". "Max'll be fine. She's tough like you,". Chloe sighs again and continues to scrub at the counter, "I know... I just wish I could help her, that's all,". I sigh inwardly, sad that I made Chloe fret so badly... and over me. She's so strong, but lately Chloe's shown me a side of her personality that's vulnerable and insecure. She's my strength and I'm her weakness.... Is... is this how love is supposed to work? "Hiya, sweetie... feelin' any better?" Joyce says when she realizes my presence. I nod and turn to Chloe waiting for her to respond to my awakening. She looks over at me wide-eyed and smiles, "Max!". I jump unintentionally at the intensity and excitement in her voice, my nerves not quite back to the way they're supposed to be. "H- hi, Chloe," I mutter weakly, hugging my partner when she comes up embraces me. "Shit, Max... what happened? Are you okay, you totally blacked out. I thought..." Chloe stops, seeing my dazed expression, her words not exactly computing in my head at the rate they're coming out. "I'm... okay," I say softly, pulling myself away from her. "Chloe, give the poor girl some space," Joyce scalds, "She clearly still needs a little time to wake up and readjust,". Chloe turns back to me and asks if I need a few minutes to collect my thoughts before joining everyone back for dinner. I nod slowly and allow her to give me a quick peck on the cheek, "Yeah... just... give me a bit,". "Cool, cool... now, uh...," Chloe says, seeming nervous all of a sudden, " Are you sure you're okay? D- do you need anything, some food, water? I uh...*sigh* sorry,". I giggle lightly and hug her gently, knowing that she's still worried about me, "I'm fine, Chloe... remember what I told you... I... I got this,". She sighs and breathes deeply into my hair, sending a light shiver throughout my body. "I love you," she whispers. I smile again and bury my face into her shirt, "Me too,". Joyce sighs wistfully when she turns and sees us in each other's arms, "Oh, young love. I remember a time when me and your father were lovestruck fools,". "Which one?" Chloe asks innocently, wondering which of her technical two fathers her mother was referring to. "Both, actually. William was always a charmer as you both know,". Chloe and I nod, remembering what a sweetheart her first husband was. "And as hard as it may be to imagine David being romantic, he has his own ways of showin' his love,". Does that include abusing his own step-daughter? I want to say but don't because Chloe and David already buried that hatchet and I don't want to be the one to bring up the past. But I'll never forget that he hit or tried to hit Chloe on multiple occasions. At some point I'll have to forgive him fully, but... for now, all that's keeping me from going off on him again is that he saved my life twice, cried when I told him that Jefferson had killed Chloe in one of the alternate realities and the fact that he actually does care about his family. "Max?" Chloe whispers, bringing me back into reality, I blink and pull away a bit, "I'm here... just thinking. I um, I'll be with you in a little bit, okay?". Chloe nods and kisses the top of my head, "Alright, Just hurry back, dinner'll be ready in a bit,". I nod a little and push off, making my way back into the small dim living room. I grab my phone and plop down on the couch, filtering through my texts quickly, picking out a few from my parents wishing me well after the day's incident. The least they could do is call me, I think, seeing that I have no missed calls aside from the ones Warren has been leaving me. That boy still thinks Chloe and I are just gal pals even though we've been together for almost 2 months now. Wow... it's been 2 months since the shooting... *sigh*. I shake my head, not really wanting to relive the occurrences of that day. Anyways, I pocket my phone and lean back, closing my eyes and sighing deeply. The world slowly seems to been flowing around me as I nod off for a bit. I only open my eyes when I hear someone shuffle up behind me, "David?". He must have gotten home when I was out cold. "Heya, Max. How are you?" he asks, seeming concerned. I muster up a light smile and turn to him slowly, "I'm here,". He nods understandably, "Well, I'm glad to see you're okay. Not a lot of people can handle intense flash like the one's you're experiencing,". I nod again, knowing that he knows about my slight post-traumatic stress. "Come one, kid. Let's not leave our girls waitin',". I smile, glad that David somewhat knows of me and Chloe's strong bond. Oh please, you know very well David knows about your relationship with his daughter... he saw you two kiss. And Joyce has made it clear she wants no 'funny business' In the house, at least, not without fair warning. With David's help, I get up and let him lead me over to the kitchen table where Chloe and Joyce are setting out tonight's meal. It's a hearty meal of pot roast, mashed potatoes and an assortment of vegetables, a little somethin' to put the meat back on your bones, I can almost hear Joyce saying. I smile a little and sit down, suddenly remembering how Chloe once commented how I ate like a pig when she snuck a couple of Twinkie Bars into my hospital room. I couldn't help myself, it felt like forever since I actually let myself relax and enjoy something as simple as a fucking piece of food. I sigh and try to regain the appetite I once had but to no avail. All I end up doing is pushing my tiny (and lemme put extra emphasis on tiny) helping of food around my plate and sighing at the worried looks Chloe keeps giving me. Just to ease her nerves a little, I forcibly take a few bites of my mashed potatoes which, despite being loaded with butter, tastes like paste. Chloe sees my effort and gives my shoulder a light, loving squeeze. "It's okay, Max. I... I'll put together something for you in a bit," she says, referring to the practically endless amount of Chicken Soup she'd make for me for the first few weeks of my recovery. That was one of the only things I was able to hold down. Ya know, with the whole shot in the gut thing... I mean, from what I heard, the bullet did hit a part of my stomach which is why I have trouble eating certain foods... that's why I have trouble eating in general. "Chloe? Actually cooking somethin'? Huh, better keep 9-1-1 on the phone," David says with a hearty laugh. Chloe smirks and sticks her tongue out at her step-father... father, I correct, remembering how Chloe personally asked me to start referring to him as such. It's ironic how now I'm the one who can't quite stand him. As everybody eats around me, I start feeling very awkward and almost out of place. I close my eyes and just wait, listening to the Price/Madsen family resume their meal. The clanking of silverware suddenly seems... so loud, and sharp, ear-piercing almost. Oh, no... please not right now, I think, getting a sinking feeling in my stomach. I open my eyes again... and sure enough, I'm back in that fucking bathroom. I hold my breath and wait for it to be over but I'm just standing there alone and wait for the shot that I know never comes, It's the anticipation that's unnerving. My hands start shaking and I find it harder and harder to breathe, like the walls are suddenly closing in all around me. I shut my eyes again, I'm safe I'm safe I'm safe... think of Mom and Dad....think of home, of Joyce and David, think of Chloe... think of Chloe, Chloe. I stand up abruptly, opening my eyes again and only seeing true reality, "Can I be excused?". Everybody jumps at my sudden movement and looks at me funny, "Uh, of course, darlin' everything okay?" Joyce says, shooting Chloe a look. I nod, "Yeah... I need to take a breather, maybe... splash water on my face,". I shudder, remembering saying those exact words in another reality. Chloe grabs my arm as I pass by, "Whoa, Max, you okay? You look totally pale,". I shudder again, "I'm fine... j-just... I just need a minute alone, c- collect my thoughts,". She nods wearily and releases me. I shuffle upstairs, the pain in my side flaring up slightly. Just relax, just relax. Don't panic, don't panic... you'll only make it worse, I scream at myself as I enter the small bathroom and lock the door behind me. I rip off my hoodie and head to the sink, splashing what feels like gallons of ice cold water on my face, until I can barely feel anything. "Fuck these panic attacks... fuck this wound... f-fuck everything!" I mumble angrily, towelling my face dry. I sigh and stare at myself in the mirror once again, "Why me? What... what makes me so special?". Why does it feel like the universe is trying to dick me over, and for what? I stopped the tornado, I saved lives, I saved Chloe's life and that's all that matters... right? "She's safe. That's all that matters," I say aloud, closing my eyes, "Chloe is all that matters,". "Huh, I wouldn't say that... I think you're just as important as anyone," a voice says behind me. I jump nearly a foot and somehow manage to not scream, "Chloe! H-holy shit... d-don't fucking... sneak up on me like that!" I say, turning to face my girlfriend as she leans casually up against the door frame, "How did you get in her anyways? I locked the door,". "You forget my badass lock picking skills," She replies, showing me a bent paperclip. I can't help but smile, "Hmm, god, you're a hand full,". "I know and I'm your handful and you're stuck with me," Chloe says, coming up and holding me in a tender embrace. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem kinda out of it... y- you had another flashback at the table didn't you?". I nod slightly, "It was a little one... I- I was fine,". She holds me a little tighter, "Please don't lie to me, Max... you know I can always tell when you're lying,". I sigh sharply and push away from her a little, "So what if I lie a little... I- I'm just trying to protect you,". "From what? I- I get nightmares all the time, Max. Of you. Dying. And don't I tell you about what I saw?". I nod slowly. "So why can't you do the same for me?". "I- I don't know... i- it's hard for me to talk to you about things that happened to us... things you don't remember. I-" I choke on a half cough half cry, "Y-you said those moments between us were real a- and they'll always be ours b- but they're not... they're mine and I just...". "Hey, hey, hey," Chloe says, holding me again as I cry pitifully into her shirt, "It's okay. I... I know you're having trouble... adjusting to this... reality but... but you can't lose yourself in the process,". I just continue to cry, feeling like that's the only thing I can do right now. Chloe sighs deeply, blowing a stream of warm air over the top of my head. I shiver again. "C- can we just go to bed?" I squeak. "*sigh* You haven't eaten at all today, Max. Aren't you the least bit hungry?" Chloe asks as she starts brushing my hair with her fingers. I shrug, "The soup you offered sounded pretty good,". I can almost feel her smile with relief, "I'll get to it right away,". "No," I say, pulling away a little, looking up into my partner's icy blue eyes. "C- can you... stay up here with me? I don't... I can't... *sigh* being places with a lot of noise... t-that kinda freaks me out... even if it's just with your family,". Chloe nods understandably, "I'll get mom to bring it up here, okay? We can... I don't know... watch TV while we wait?". I nod, picturing myself cuddling up next to Chloe... for the first time actually. Kinda hard to spoon when you're hooked up to a shitton of machines in a tiny hospital bed. "I see those gears turning... what are you thinking, Maxi Pad?". I giggle, "I'm thinking you need to lose that particular nickname,". "What?! No way, 'Maxi Pad' is a classic... remember how you got it?" Chloe says wiggling her eyebrows mischievously. I put my hand up and cover her whole face, "Oh my god, you promised never to bring it up again!" I say with another giggle. Chloe's impish look grows as she licks my hand. I recoil in mock disgust, "Eww Chloe!". We laugh and playfully wrestle in each other's arms for a moment before resting our foreheads against one another. "I love you," she whispers. I smile and kiss her on the nose, "I love you more,". We stand there for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. "It everything okay up there you two?" Joyce calls from downstairs. "We're fine, Mom. But uh... think you could get some soup goin' for Max? I'ma stay up here with her if that's okay," Chloe says, rocking me on my feet. "That's fine, sweetie, and, Max, If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask Chloe for it. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to help you," Joyce continues. Chloe nods in confirmation, "I'm at your service, Maximus". I smile and nod, "Don't worry, Joyce. I've got everything I could ever need right here,".

#Life is Strange #Chloe Price #Max Caulfield

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