#I can't see them getting together before mh because of how little we see them interact and during mh they don't even see eachother until

[roger-paladino]

Ship bingo.. timlex 😏😏😏

I feel like I was false advertising by drawing them once for that request

[jakesangel]

firsts w jake ꣑୧ - deep dive playfull love w jake

tw// making out, curses, suggestive not proof read

first holding hands

going on walk w you n layla became one of his favorite thing to do since you became his girlfriend. he get to show you off, to hear all of your stories you want to tell him n to introduce you to his other favorite girl. but as the days passes by, the tension coming from walking side by side w hands touching was starting to not be enough for him. he'd often contemplate whether he can just do it or if it makes you uncomfy. tho it shouldnt as you already cuddled n kissed before. so he'd taste the waters, making sure your hands collide more n more. he would look at your face to be sure you aren't backing away or making a face, n as he can only sense you're usual flustered face, he'd sneakily do it wanting to torture you a little. he'd start by softly holding your wrist to slowly envelope your whole inner hand n finally interwhine your fingers. you're so cute when your shy, you know that ?, he'd say as he kisses the bzck of your hands, after you tried to take it away, my previous baby, i'm never letting you go now.

first flirting

jake invited you to eat dinner out but couldn't help but come over earlier to see you get ready. hi- oh wow baby. you look so ? so beautiful tonight, hed exclaim as you open the door. he wouldn't even let you finish put your earring on, but pull you closer to him, taking your hips in his hands, my pretty pretty girl, should we actually go out ? why don't we stay in mh? he wouks say looking right into your eyea, one hands dinally holding your chin up to make you nod. cant let such beauty go outside, dont you agree ? he'd keep on talking, walking inside, closing the door w his foot. you're everything, do you like what you see whne you look at the mirror ? because i love it baby. you're so pretty- fuck, he'd add still going backwards leading you to the couch. once settle on his lap, his hand would do to your lower back n the other one holding ur face, his fingers in between your hair, you know what's wrong w you baby, he'd say approaching his lips to yours, teasing you, as they just graze over your skin, you need kissing badly. that's what's wrong w you. you should be kissed at all times. don't you agree baby ? he would then fully stop, his lips still overing your face waiting for your answer and it's only when you agree that he'd kiss you. but if you don't use them, use your words pretty girl.

first makeout

first make out w him won't start slow. he'd been waiting to have you, on his lap, eager to have his lips, n he isn't ashame to express his needs of you, his too high to hide anyway. but that doesn't mean he will give it way fast, wanting to tease you first for it. come on pretty girl, i told you to use your words, he'd softly say, he would even pretend to retreat his face off of yours, his back going back to the couch. as you finally express your wants consent,there you go pretty girl, knew you could do it, he'd finish w an eager kiss. as the kisses goes by, lots of hmmm so good or fuck you're so perfect baby would be said along w his hands roaming all over you body and fingers dipping in your skin. hearing your whines or your own hums would said him to heaven, needing to see it as well, he'd take breaks to breath to hear them better. even if you go back in for a kiss, he would let you before flirting w you further more, i can't help it pretty girl, he'd say taking your hair in his hands not even caring of your round eyes, you're fun to mess with, as he dive back in the kiss.

first i love you

jake would realized that he loves you after a day well spent together, under his blanket, ready to fall asleep. but, per usual, he can't help but think of you. how beautiful you were today, how your smile n laugh was hitting different today, or even how your touch is even more electrifying. he also feels so munch more different ? even more giddy to see you tomorrow. today felt like a fever dream n he knows he fell in love w you. the more he thinks of it the more he needs to tell you but what if it's too fast for you ? hed stay to sleep on it but he just can't stop thinking about you. he would just keep turning around his bed n do the best thing he can thing off, to call you. hi baby, he'd say w his sleepy voice, i can't seem to sleep tonight. after you'd ask him why, he'd tell you the truth, way to sleepy n in love to think about the consequences, i just can't stop thinking about you baby. i really enjoyed our date today n i just really miss you, sight, can i come see you. is that okay, love ?, hed politeky ask. and as you say yes, he'd pull a hoodie over his naked chest n his closest sneakers to come fast to you, his needs being strong. he wouldn't stop thinking about you as he walks to your place, he just wants you n wants you to know that he wants you. he wants to makes you the happiest girl in the world n the most love n he wants to see that pretty smile of yours. so as you open the front door to him, messy hair n in a random pyjama, he'd think you're the most beautiful you're ever been. oh y/n, he would say as he hugs you so tight you're lifting over the floor, i've missed you so so munch my love. it might be too early for this, n im so sorry if it is, but i just need to say it. i just want you forever y/n. i want to see all of your happy tears n sad tears. i want to be there for you when you don't need it or when you do. i want to be there however you want me to be. i just, sight, as he finally backs away from the hug, i just. i love you y/n. i love all of your. everything about you. i wouldn't want anyone else. he'd finish n his now worried face, round eyes n slight open month, would appear as he realized he actually said it. and if you say it back he couldn't be happier, already smiling bright again, showing his teeth. he would slightly throw you in the air n kiss you. deeply, full of love w a hand on your chin the other on your waist, pulling you closer so you could feel all the love spearing out of him, you make me the happiest, love. i love you.

꣑୧ one week ꣑୧ one year

notes : idk english pt2 #_#

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ohhh, Sometimes women's breast get clogged up with milk, könig would use this as the perfect opportunity to be close to you and massage your chest to help, he's just so sweet helping you out like that.😊

Omg omg omg of course he’d help her!!!

CW: Postpartum phase, children, light angst, breast stimulation, yandere undertones.

König has become soft ever since the baby was born.

You read somewhere that men's testosterone levels suffer a significant drop after they become fathers, which perhaps explains why he looks like a melting marshmallow in hot cocoa these days. König's stare has always followed you wherever you go but now that you're carrying his child in your arms, the looks he gives you are far more… benevolent. You suspect he must be proud of you, first carrying the baby for nine long months and then suffering an arduous birth - because of course this titan's baby weighed over 8 pounds - and now you're giving your everything to the soft little thing König calls "his kleine Butterblume."

You're in a baby bubble together, but not all days are heavenly and sweet. And now, on top of everything else, your breast is clogged. The lady at the maternity clinic told you this is a common issue and can easily be dealt with at home, but the instructions you received left you staring off into space for a few moments.

Later that evening, the problem is still very much acute, and you're getting desperate.

When you go to König and beg him to help you, there is a sharp intake of breath just before he nods. An odd striptease show ensues in silence: you're puffy and swollen and sore, you feel like a wreck as you take off your shirt and bra. König has always referred to you as a flower or a heavenly being, but now, you must resemble a sullen bloom at the end of July. Overblown and weary, heavy and plush, petals pouting, falling if someone were to touch them.

You feel like crying from seeing that König still worships you with his stare. If anything, he seems to approve of the extra pounds and your devastated state, only looks you up and down with boundless hunger, silent but with a heaving chest. When you're bare, he rises, and you're turned around and pulled in a stout embrace. Large, warm hands land over your poor, aching breasts, and you quickly remind him to be gentle - the instructions were to pet the breasts like you would a cat. He rumbles a dark laugh against your back, and then the hands start to massage you, blessedly soft but imperious.

Your sighs grow heavy and weary. It hurts a little, but the relief is imminent. Your head rolls back to rest on the mountain of his chest, and then you begin to sob.

You let it all come out as a series of soft, sad little whines: how tired you are, how the baby is far more work than you thought, how your breasts hurt all the time and how you don't even know if you're doing things right. How you just want to sleep…

He rubs you through your breakdown, and it's soothing to be held by someone as strong as König… But then he pants a hot wish in your ear.

"I thought we'd soon make another one..."

"Mh, wha–another one?"

"Ja, sicher. We must make three or four at least. Oder?"

You are about to collapse, about to faint, but can't because a demigod is keeping you from falling.

"Don't worry little lily. I know you need to rest first. I'll wait a few more weeks."

"König–"

You shudder as his thumbs brush over your nipples.

"Am I doing it right?" He asks with a low, soft purr.

Your mind is in disarray, a trophy from not getting enough sleep for months, and you're tired of struggling against his indomitable will. First things first, you think, stuffing the earlier conversation somewhere into the recesses of your exhausted mind.

"Um. The lady said you should–that you could… try to suck them too," you breathe with unease.

"Ist das so?"

You're moved to the bed before you can even whimper.

...Is he so eager to do this?

Of course he is; you haven't had sex in months. He's only had his own calloused hand to keep him company, and you've been too tired to even think about such things. Your body has become a stranger to you, and when he moves to crawl on top of you, it only looks like the prowl of an apex predator.

The coarse stubble of his chin makes you flinch – it's like an array of tiniest daggers caressing your breasts. When he takes your aching nipple into his warm mouth, you shudder. It feels utterly different to have a grown man sucking on your tits; it's ten times more demanding, a hundred times more intense when the man in question is König. The hunger, the overstimulation, the exhaustion make your head spin, his mouth and tongue force you to release your stress in shakes. Before you even know it, there are tears streaming down your face.

He doesn't stop. Probably thinks it's only a good thing that you get it all out of your system. He must feel good about himself for making you cry while lapping and sucking at your breasts, he rubs, licks, and nibs until you're sniffling and wailing on that bed.

"Little angel… I've never been this hard," he pants on your slathered, slick nipple. "Do you know what it does to a man to look but never touch?"

Your tiny, weary heart is flapping against its cage. "König, we can't make another one… I can't, I can't, not yet…"

"Ah… But if I promise I'll pull out?"

[in-omni-scientia]

Do you blue skills have specific activities to bond with each other? Other than arguing.

Of course we do, what sort of a question IS this? You've practically only seen our arguments -- we have plenty of other ways to get along, and *do*. Let's see here...

Personally, I can enjoy a nice, fun game of Scrabble with others here. The only issue is, Conceptualization tends to try to make up their own words to use. Then, when I try to tell them that the words have to be *in the dictionary*, Rhetoric comes in and starts using my own prattling on the roots of different parts of whatever word Conceptualization made up to try and say they'd be *justified*. It always turns into a big argument and honestly I'm just not prepared for that sort of thing. I'd rather play with Empathy; he's always a good games partner to me. Also, I think Drama ate most of the pieces, so we can't play anymore because of that, too. I am very annoyed about that.

Mh. Okay, maybe that one wasn't a great example to start off with. How about this one? Conceptualization and Drama actually had a little thing going briefly where they would organise plays together! Occasionally got me and Visual Calculus involved as well for some extra hands; I could talk at length about ideas for set pieces, Visual Calculus organising the lights... it was fun. Anyways, that didn't last though since they separated due to. Ah. "Creative differences". I understand it was a rather explosive argument, from what I gathered talking to them. When I consulted Conceptualization on the matter, he responded, and I quote: "That intransigent vexing little self-wank-fest of a fucking ball of gloop can't even *hold* a pen let alone understand the nuanced symbolism inherent to all media, they don't even fucking understand basic media literacy God help us all, their ability to write romance is surface-level at best and[...]". You can only imagine how long that continued on for. Anyways, when I asked Drama, all they did was think for a moment before allowing a wry smile to ripple over a great many of their faces, and saying: "Their writing was sub-par and their costuming was ill-fitting". So.

...Aaaalright, not *that* one either. Here, something much simpler, then. I can enjoy a good crossword every now and then, and Logic a Kakuro puzzle (though he much prefers Heyawake and Killer Sudoku), so he suggested collaborating on a neat step up from these, the cross-figure. Well, we *attempted* to collaborate -- I found myself only useful on general knowledge questions, which did not appear often as they are considered beginner, and Logic found beginner puzzles far too easy. So then we tried cryptic crosswords, which I did not find myself very useful in either, since while I may possess plenty of knowledge I don't have the logical capabilities to know when a clue could be referring to that. Then we hopped around cipher and fill-in crosswords, which turned out even *worse*. It culminated in a minor dispute between us where I claimed Logic was only prioritizing his *own* fun, which he argued to be untrue. Not really a fault on his part, in hindsight, and only heated on *my* end as a result of my own feeling of inefficacy... ultimately we agreed to be contented with doing our own puzzles, for now. (Well, aside from Heyawake. I'm *smashing* Heyawake.) Now it's mostly just Visual Calculus arguing with Logic to let *him* do the Kakuro in the fortnightly logic puzzle magazine for once.

Huh. Well, this one's *bound* to be a good example. At one point, Conceptualization was making little locked-room-style mysteries for Logic and Visual Calculus to solve. Full-size rooms they could walk around in -- it was quite impressive to watch them work. Didn't ever take them too long to solve them, but still. It was nice seeing something Conceptualization had asked me about crop up there. *Then* they started writing little honkaku-style mysteries for them, too, to see how fast they could figure out the solution to the crime before the end of the story. By my recommendation, obviously; I thought they would appreciate the rational, chess-like approach to mystery, compared to thriller novels which may not adhere to Van Dine's Commandments as strictly. Conceptualization appreciated it, too; "none of that hard-boiled crap, it's all shit" they said. I think they liked the digressions into criticism of the detective genre as a whole and fourth-wall breaking; Logic liked *all* the pieces being perfectly available and within grasp for a shrewd reader, Visual Calculus liked the heavy use of diagrams and such. Whenever Conceptualization didn't turn one of these diagrams into a three-dimensional playset, Visual Calculus was doing that. Anyways, the dear art snob never could quite seem to get the upper hand in their writing -- the pair were *unstoppable* in their natural disposal towards ratiocination. That is, until it started to get... rather strange. More and more the story would divagate into long-winded social commentary that served no purpose for the narrative (*not* a hallmark of honkaku, mind you), would make the solution increasingly convoluted (Rube Goldberg-type machines aren't out of place in honkaku, but they were getting quite far beyond the reasonable suspension of disbelief for a story within the detective genre), introduce irrational narrative elements such as supernatural phenomena (*also* not a hallmark of honkaku, though can and does crop up in shin honkaku -- I regret convincing the pair to continue giving Conceptualization a chance. The opportunity to grant them knowledge was not worth it, in the end. Come to think of it, that's happened *more* than once, hasn't it? Thinking back to the Moray Eel Incident... mmh). And, well, in hindsight it was an inevitability... but it all came to a boiling point when one such mystery, giving Logic and Visual Calculus quite a lot of grief, concluded *not* with a proper solution, but with a plain metaphor for-- love or capitalism or something ridiculous like that, I don't try to actively remember. The ensuing argument somehow had Logic and Visual Calculus turning against one another, too, despite the fact they were both on the *same side*. Probably had something to do with Drama being their throwing stones, as per usual. And Rhetoric, arguing whatever side they thought would inflame everyone else the most. Also, I was there too. Also, I was turning against Logic and Visual Calculus despite being on *their* side as well. Also, it was Drama and Rhetoric's fault as well. Damn those two. Embarrassing for me... anyways, we're not allowed to write our own mysteries anymore because Harry nearly had a stroke and died.

...

Ah. Maybe *quite a lot* of our pastimes do involve arguing after all.

Perhaps I should stick to who I have already established myself as being able to get along with...

[peralta-guaranteed]

Jake finds out his firat grey hair

"NOPE!", is the first thing Amy hears that morning as she wakes up, the bed beside her surprisingly empty. The kids are at Captain Holt's for the weekend, and they've enjoyed a late, late evening because of that, but Jake is already getting ready for their free day, it seems. He stumbles out of the bathroom seconds later, in nothing but boxers, and she's a bit too busy enjoying the view to see the distraught look on her husband's face.

"Ames, we gotta change the bathroom mirror."

"What? Why?"

"Because." Jake stammers. "The, uh, colours are all wonky. Maybe it's a production mistake."

"We've had that mirror for six years, and suddenly there's a problem with the colours?"

"Yeah." He hurries over to their closet, rummages through it in search of yet another flannel, the blue and green ones right at the front apparently not good enough for today. He returns with a bright red and yellow one he never really wears because the colours are 'too crazy even for him', picking up a pair of distressed jeans and then dropping them again, choosing a simpler black pair instead.

Amy watches him, piecing together all the clues - his wildly tousled hair, more than just sleep could ever manage, his bathroom troubles, his apparent distaste of dull coloured clothing - and she can't help but grin widely as she turns around under the covers, slides to the edge of the bed to get closer to him.

"Jake?" She purrs, the teasing in her voice still at a low setting. "Did you find a gray hair?"

He freezes completely, like some prey animal being caught by a raptor. It's followed by a slumping of shoulders and a long, seemingly endless whine as he drops down on his knees in front of the bed, buries his face in the covers next to her. She resists stroking through his hair for only a second, but he shivers when her fingers touch the back of his neck.

"I'm gonna rip it out." He growls into the mattress.

"Rip one out and two will come back, my abuela always said." She teases more while winding one of his longer curls around her finger.

"Ames!" He whines, turning his head enough to stare her down with just one eye.

"You're gonna look so good with Salt'n'Pepper hair." She purrs again, but he only groans.

"Don't say that!"

"The most distinguished dad on the playground." She whispers in his ear as she leans closer.

"Nooooo!" He yelps and turns to sit in front of the bed, leaning his head back, Amy's fingers immediately going through the front of his light brown curls.

"It's not that bad, Jake. You're nearly forty..."

"Grandfathers have gray hair. Not dads."

"Your dad was almost completely white long before Mac showed up."

"He doesn't count. He's outlier-Dad. Skewing the skala."

"Mh. That's not- actually that kinda is how it works, but it still doesn't change the fact that you have some gray hairs and are long away from being a grandpa, babe."

Jake sits up and turns around, staring at her with wide eyes.

"Some?!"

"Uh." She bites her lip as her eyes flit up from his to his hair. "I think I counted five last week on the couch, but the light might've been off-"

"FIVE?" He yelps again before rifling through his own hair, pulling strong enough he might actually tear some of those gray hairs out without planning to.

"Jake." Amy grabs his hands and pulls them close, pulling him with them. "It's five little hairs on a mop of curls. I mean, you could also be going bald, so count your blessings. It's no big deal."

Jake sighs, dipping his head into the mattress right in front of her, then looking up like a kicked puppy.

"You're still gonna love me all old and gray and wrinkly?"

"Babe." She says almost reprimandingly, not needing to even give an answer to that. "Besides, you'll have to look at me all old and gray and wrinkly too."

"Lies. Slander. You'll be gorgeous until the end. With a silver mane and laugh lines."

She does laugh at that, and kisses him, her fingers tugging through his hair and graciously omitting the two new gray ones she notices then.

[igotyouniverse]

Breathe Me - Chapter 2 [nct vamp au]

Description: After dropping out of college and coming home for the first time in two years, 22-year-old Ava Lee gets caught up in a mystery surrounding the people she thought she knew for so long. Between friendship, affairs and true love the young women finds herself being pulled into a  nightmare she would never wake up from.

Pairing: Oc x Taeyong , Oc x Johnny [side: markxoc, tenxoc, lucasxoc, jaehyunxoc]

Included Members: Taeyong, Johnny, Mark, Lucas, Ten, Jaehyun, Doyoung, Haechan (maybe more)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst, Fantasy

Warnings: some swearing I guess and some umm angst (this chapter)

suggestive content, strong language, violence, blood, death. probably more, not sure yet (later chapters)

a/n: yeah who doesn't like awkward encounters in cafés and bookstores? Plus an awkward party with a big surprise? Sign me up. Anyway, that's the second chapter for this baby. I got carried away a lot, so it turned out a lot longer than expected but I honestly didn't want to split it up. A lot is happening! I'm honestly so excited for the third one as the main plot will start there and let me tell you – it will go WILD, haha. Enjoy ♥

ch. 1 || ch. 3

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“Oh, hey Ava. Haven't seen you in forever. How are you? That's exactly what he said.”, Ava told her best friend while savouring her freshly baked croissant.

Yunmi sighed and took another sip form her third coffee. “I mean you actually didn't see him in nearly three years.”

Ava shot her friend a glance and snorted. “Yeah, well, that's not my bad. He decided to completely ignore me for no reason at all.”

“Yeah, because he's a jerk. That's a fact.”, Yunmi said with a smile, trying to comfort her friend.

“Totally.”

“A handsome jerk, tho.”, Ava added and drank a sip of her water, trying to avoid her friend's gaze.

“Yup, we all got eyes. But I still don't get it. I mean you two didn't even hook up, did you?”, she felt Yunmi's eyes staring holes in her body.

“No, I've told you a hundred times. We just kissed. I think I'd remember if I hooked up with fucking Johnny Suh.”, Ava sighed with frustration in her voice. Of course she thought Johnny was attractive. Well, not only attractive. It was like she was just drawn to his simple presence. Not to mention, that he was funny, smart, caring and overall just a good person. Or that's what she thought before he decided to just erase her out of his life.

She just couldn't get a hang of it. The memories she had of that night were just magnificient. The farewell party was fun and chill. Everyone enjoyed themselves while dancing or just having drinks. She wasn't even that buzzed, especially not in the moment she remembered so clearly it even felt a little surreal sometimes. But she could remember so clearly how she talked to Johnny for hours about everything. It wasn't the typical smalltalk they usually had – she told him about her worries for university, her feelings about this god forsaken town and even managed to tell him that he crushed on him for years, not having the balls to ask him out. Him being the best friend of her brother didn't make the whole situation easier, though.

And then, just like in all these movies she binge-watched with Yunmi he actually kissed her. And not like a friend, no, she remembered his lips on hers so clearly. The softness of them and how perfectly fit on hers like they were just meant to be. Yet, it felt like a dream sometimes. She felt how much passion the kiss had, it was breathtaking, like a sweet drug she couldn't get enough from and yes, she absolutely would've slept with him but she knew that he was a gentleman. They just chuckled at each other before he brought her home, promising to call the next day before her flight would take off.

But that never happened.

“Maybe you should try talking to him? Like face-to-face. You won't be able to avoid him forever, especially because of Mark.”, Yunmi said and tried to read her friends emotions but Ava just chuckled.

“Watch me.”

The café Yunmi picked out was next to the bookstore Mark worked at. Ava remembered how the spot was always closed and under construction but apparently it opened a few months ago. The style was simple and comfy. It was a light store with paintings on the walls and different types of plants everywhere. Huge windows allowed a view over the main street and the small park right in the middle. It seemed oddly familiar to Ava, even though she never set a foot in this building. But something just felt like she's been there before but she couldn't figure it out.

“I need more coffee.”, Yunmi said and pouted looking at her empty cup.

“Dude, that was your third coffee.” Ava laughed and looked at her friend, with just a tint of worry in her eyes.

“Happens when you work as a nurse. Night shifts are just so tiring here. Nothing happens anyway but I wasn't able to take a nap because I had to do all these papers.”, she said annoyed and pouted at Ava, holding up her empty cup.

The girl sighed and smiled, standing up to get her friend her needed refill.

Ava went up to the empty counter and looked for the young waiter she saw earlier but to her surprise another young man came out, looking at her with warm eyes.

“Can I get a refill please?”, she asked politely and handed the guy the cup after he nodded. His eyes focused on her for just a second, but for her it felt longer. Did she know him? His hair was dyed in a ashy-blonde color, hair framing his delicate facial features. His eyes looked warm yet they had something deep and maybe even dark about them. The way he moved looked elegant. She eyed him just for a second longer, trying hardly to think why he looked so familiar. She even felt like she somewhat heard his voice before. She squinted her eyes trying to take a look at his name tag but apparently he didn't even wear one.

“Here. Do you need something else?”, he asked.

Ava froze for a split second, realized how impolite it was to stare at a person as bluntly as she did.

“No, thank you. I really like the place, though. It's pretty.”, she smiled lightly and took the cup.

The guy thanked her, his face lightened up, a smile appearing on his face, which made her feel warm all of a sudden. Why did his smile see so familiar?

She hurried back to the table her friend was sitting, giving her her desperately needed caffeine.

“Who's the guy at the counter?”, Ava asked.

Yunmi immediately turned around to take a look at who her friend meant.

“Taeyong. He owns this place.”

After Ava stayed silent, not quite sure if she knew him or not, Yunmi added,

“He lives together with Johnny and Jaehyun in that house. We met him there once, don't you remember?”, Yunmi asked and raised a brow.

“I don't know. I guess? You know how bad my memory is.”, Ava chuckled and stared at her glass of water before giving her friend a smile.

Honestly, she wasn't sure if she remembered. Maybe she did meet him back then. Maybe not.

“He's cute, isn't he? He even makes the pastries himself.”, Yunmi said and took a bit of her sandwich after inhaling her coffee.

“Yeah, he is nice, I guess.”, Ava said, looking over at the counter where Taeyong stood. She saw how his eyes met hers, holding the eye-contact for just a bit before he turned around and went to the back.

Weird.

“There will be a party tonight at their house.” Yunmi said, eyeing her friend once more. After Ava didn't answer right away Yunmi sighed.

“We should go. It will be fun.” she added.

“Since when do you want to go parties?”, Ava asked her friend, raising her brow. As long as she remembered Yunmi and her weren't the type of girls who went to parties. They usually preferred a good movie night with food over drinks and bad music. Even in college, Ava didn't attend many of those famous college parties she heard about.

“Their parties are usually really nice.”, she smiled softly and started to play with a strand of her brown hair.

“Mh-mh. Their parties or just someone at their parties?”, Ava teased her friend, poking her cheek.

Yunmi pouted a light shade of red on her cheeks. She caught her.

“Well, you won't know if you don't join.”, Yunmi poked out her tongue at Ava, laughing softly at her.

“Fine. But if I see Johnny I'll leave.”, Ava said firmly and looked at her hands for a second. She really didn't want to attend another party where he was after the last time, even if it was years ago.

“He lives there, genius. Of course he will be there. But it will be fun, I promise. Maybe you could even use the chance to talk to-”

A glance of Ava cut her friends words off, holding her hands up in defeat.

“Fine. Or ignore him. Just come with me. I'll introduce you to some cool people, okay?”

The girl groaned until she gave in.

“Okay. I will be there. Mark probably wants to go too, anyway.”, Ava said and rummaged in her bag, trying to find her phone.

“Probably.”, Yunmi answered, seemingly uninterested if the boy would join them or not.

“Mh, can't find my phone.”, Ava muttered, unable to find anything in her bag anyway.

“Well, the bookstore is right next-door, I'll just ask him there. I think he's working.”, she looked to her best friend who seemed to have spaced out for a second.

“You join me?”, she asked, touching Yunmis hand for a second. Her best friend shook her head, smiling at her.

“No no, I need to take a nap and a shower before the party. Just, um, say hello from me, will you?”, Yunmi stood up, taking her jacket over her arm, helping to put the empty plates and cups on the empty counter.

“Yeah, sure. See you then.”, Ava said putting the rest of the plates on the counter, a bit surprised about the sudden haste her friend was in.

She sighed taking a look around the café once more before leaving it for the day. Ava tried her best to not overthink the whole situation and slowly walked to the next door on the street, leading into the small bookstore her younger brother worked at.

She strolled through the filled shelves, inhaling the magnificent scent of all the bound books walking up to her most favourite isle – old classics. Her fingers trailed over the spines, feeling their different textures. She used to read a lot, every week a new book in her hand, ready to savour it in just one sitting. Back then, it felt easy to just sit down, a book in her hands and shutting the world out completely, focusing only on the words forming these beautiful pictures inside her head, making all these thoughts haunting her in real life go away just like that. When did she lose this talent? Nowadays, she just couldn't get herself to actually read a book. She continues to buy them, placing them prominently on her nightstand, in hopes for her to just grab it in the evening but the pile of books just grew bigger and bigger over the weeks until she finally stopped to even buy them. She hoped to get back into her once most loved hobby. Even if it was just for a few minutes.

“Hey, didn't expect you to visit me.”, she heard Mark saying and turned around, a big smile on her lips.

“I wanted to surprise you, I've actually met with Yunmi. We had breakfast in the café next door.”, Ava answered and looked at her brother. She chuckled mildly. He looked so grown-up and mature in his plain black shirt with his round glasses on, his dark hair falling into his face. She realized how different he looked from the last time she saw him. Unbelievable that he was already 20 years old.

“Oh-Uh, yeah it opened up a few weeks ago. The owner is Jaehyun and Johnny's roommate.”, Mark said after he scratched the nape of his neck. “H-How's Yunmi? She alright?”, he asked casually while sorting a book from his hand into the shelv.

“Yeah, I guess. She said hello but had to rush home.”, Ava answered, shrugging her shoulders.

She eyed her brother and how he fumbled with the hem of his shirt, he seemed to want to say something but decided not to.

“Anyway.”, he exhaled loudly and cleared his throat before smiling at Ava. “I'm happy you're visiting. Want me to show you around? I mean you technically know it, though.”, her brother chuckled.

But as the good sister she is she nodded and let her brother show her all the different types of book they had and which authors occasionally came to give a reading. Seeing his eyes lighten up just by the name of  these authors made her heart melt. He explained passionately the several differences in their writing techniques and why they were his favourites. He told her how he fell in love with classic literature, especially romance and tragedy.

Ava listened to him swooning over different works and their means to past society, yet he even read modern novels. She looked at all the books, most of them she already read by herself when she was younger. She felt proud seeing him glowing up, doing what he loved without hiding.

“I just hope I'll be half as good as them.”, she heard her brother sighing when he put down the last book.

Ava put a hand on his slim shoulder and smiled at him warmly.

“I’m sure you will be. Trust me, I will be your biggest fan!”, she laughed and ruffled his hair, making him scrunch his nose before trying to fix his hair.

“Please. I appreciate the encouragement but it's still a long way. Plus mom and dad are still not very fond of the idea of me becoming an author. They think it's still a phase and that I will soon realize it's stupid and become a doctor like – well.”, he shrugged his shoulders before speaking out his thoughts.

Ava bit her lip. “I will tell them.”, she said, not believing her answer.

“When will you, though? I mean, I'm not pressuring you. I get it, it's hard but don't you think it will be even harder the longer it lasts? They're not stupid.”, Mark said looking at his sister, his eyes were filled with worry.

“I know. I'm just – imagine their disappointment. I need a plan, you know?”, she muttered, trying to avoid his gaze. She felt guilty for lying but she would feel even worse seeing the disappointment in her parents eyes when they realize she wasn't that perfect daughter they saw her as.

“Promise me you'll figure something out, okay? It's not healthy.”, he said, looking up when he heard the door open.

“Yes, I promise. Just give me some more time, will you?”, she pleaded at him, pouting as best as she possibly could.

“Sure.”, he rolled his eyes, sighing deeply before he put on a smile and waved at the new customer.

Ava turned around and saw two young men walking in.

“Hey guys, what are you doing here?”, Mark said and smiled, walking up to his friends.

Ava just sighed, silently asking the universe why it made life for her that hard.

“Hi.”, she just briefly said, trying not to look directly into Johnny's eyes. She even managed to ignore him and just gave Jaehyun a smile which he joined.

“Long time no see. You look good.”, Jaehyun said and brushed his hand briefly at her arm.

Ava chuckled, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.  “Thanks.”

She felt Johnny looking at her standing next to Jaehyun, eyeing both of them. Just like she wanted him to do.

“We're actually looking for books for the café. Taeyong wants to have some more for visitors to read.”, Johnny said after clearing his throat. Ava's eyes wandered to Johnny's just for a quick second but she already found herself being mesmerized by his presence once again. She liked the way he wore his black hair, the strands falling into his face just perfectly. Her gaze locked at his lips while he spoke with Mark about the books Taeyong wanted and even though the name still rang a bell in the back of her head she couldn't free herself from the way Johnny's lips moved. She knew how soft they felt, recognizing the feeling just too well.

Her thoughts moved back to that night like they always did and the urge to confront him about why he decided to let her hang like that grew stronger. She knew that it would probably was just a kiss for most people but for her it felt so differently. It was romantic and intimate, just how she imagined kissing him over and over again when she was younger. Plus, him declaring his feelings for her made that memory even more perfect. Yet, it all shattered when he ignored her.

She felt a hand on her back and then a breath at her ear, before Jaeyhun whispered

“You good?”

She felt the grin on his face when she rolled her eyes and nodded.

For a split second she saw how Johnny turned his head towards her, looking away just another second later, continuing to talk to Mark.

“Will you be at our place tonight?”, Jaehyun asked, not moving his hand from her back.

“I guess so. Yunmi asked me, too.”, Ava smiled at Jaehyun, wordlessly thanking him.

“Well, you can't say no now. I'd be happy if you came.”, he smiled at her paired with a short wink before laughing with her.

She heard Johnny clearing his throat and looked up to him.

“Anyway, we should head back to the café or Taeyong will be mad at us for leaving him alone for too long.”, he said while taking books off Mark's arms he seemed to have collected for them.

“Sure.”, Jaehyun said and smiled at the others, before looking down at Ava again. “See you tonight then, can't wait.”, he said, stroking her back slightly before leaving behind Johnny.

Ava felt her brother's piercing gaze on her back while she tried to look away, shrugging her shoulders.

“Stop staring at me like that.”, she hissed at Mark and rolled her eyes. She finally looked at him but he just shook his head, wanting to say something but all he did was open his mouth for a second before closing it again, raising both of his hands.

“None of my business.”

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Ava's head felt already heavy without any alcohol in it. She stared at the dark street in front of her, trying to concentrate on driving the car her parents gladly allowed them to use to drive to the party. Of course, she didn't even want to drink. She didn't even want to attend the party at all but she had to admit that she was curious – curious about how the people had changed, curious about how they'd behave and obviously curious about certain of these people whose names she didn't want to think about again.

Even when the last time she visited the house was three years ago she remembered the way so clearly as if she'd just was there yesterday. She took a glance at Mark who was sitting next to hear, looking out of his window, seemingly way up in his own thoughts she wished to read.

Ava sighed quietly, focusing her eyes on the street. She felt anxious about meeting all these people. No one knew about her not so graceful career, still thinking she studied medicine on some ivy league college back in the city everyone dreamed of living.  The thought of them asking all these questions she already had to answer her parents made her shiver. Maybe she should just hide in a closet until Mark wanted to go back home. Would be smarter than awkwardly running into someone again – once a day is enough.

Yet she took hours to get ready, carefully picking out an outfit, lipstick and the way she wore her hair,  trying to look casual but not too casual. The chance of running into him was just too high for her to not try to make herself look presentable.

The street got more narrow, leading into the woods where the house was.

“I still don't get why they're living in the woods.”, she sighed and looked at Mark for a second before driving on the long gateway leading to the house.

“Taeyong inherited it from his grandma or something.”, Mark answered, waking up from his thoughts.

Ava just nodded, already seeing some more cars and people standing outside. She couldn't see enough to look at their faces. The girl quickly parked the vehicle and stretched her arms once she got out, looking around. The late summer air was still warm and comfortable yet one could sense the upcoming autumn as some leaves slowly turned darker.

The siblings walked down the path leading to the entrance, which led to a huge front yard. It was lighted with small paper lamps, showing off some of the landscaping done. She even heard a fountain splashing somewhere. She looked around, not quite sure if she'd remember the place at all. The house was surrounded by a traditional stone fence and she wondered how old it was. Ava could already hear the people enjoying themselves, with loud music pounding in her ear.

From what she saw through the darkness and the sparse light the house itself looked huge enough to  probably fit a hundred people. The door was left open, shoes flooding the entrance area.

After bumping into dozens of people greeting her, smiling and waving she helplessly looked at Mark who was still right behind her looking for someone.

“You made it!”, Ava heard Yunmi screaming in her hear, an arm around her waist, pressing a kiss on her cheek. Ava could smell a note of alcohol in her friend's breath and chuckled.

“How much did you already drink?”, she asked but Yunmi waved her off, her gaze meeting Mark.

“Oh hi Mark. Nice to see you, how are you?”, she asked politely while resting her head on Ava's shoulder.

“Uhm, I'm good thanks. And you?”, he scratched is neck, looking away, probably trying to find his own friends.

“Life's great.”, she answered and laughed, removing her head from her friend's shoulder to take a sip from her cup, shaking it in front of Ava's face.

“Want something? I can totally mix you a drink.”

“No, thanks. I don't drink.”, she answered and smiled apologetic.

“I'm gonna look for Johnny. Hit me up when you want to go home, alright?”, Mark said and disappeared in the moving crowd of people.

“I take it you don't want to look for Johnny?”, Yunmi asked her friend, directly looking at her, rolling her eyes when Ava shook her head.

“Nope. So, who are these cool people you wanted me to get to know?”, Ava smiled.

Yunmi entangled her fingers with hers and dragged her through the crowd, brabbling something about a girl and a boy.

Not long after Ava spotted to semi-familiar people her friend shouted at. A girl with a black long bob smiled warmly and waved.

The boy, a bit shorter than her, with short black hair smiled and greeted her. “Ava, you must remember Ten and Sunhyung, right? We went to Highschool together.”, Yunmi introduced them but Ava wasn't exactly sure who they were. She barely remembered anyone from Highscool, though. At least not their names.

“We were in another class, though.”, Sunhyung chuckled.

“Nice to meet you. So what are you guys doing?”, Ava asked them.

“Well, we're actually officers right now. Ten is my partner.”, Sunhyung explained and smiled at Ten, who just nodded and raised his cup.

“Not on duty tonight, though.”, he winked and exed the rest of the liquid.

“Yunmi told me you're studying medicine? Pretty cool. How's life in the States? This town must bore you to death.”, Sunhyung chuckled and looked at her cup, seemingly disappointed that it was empty.

“I'm actually enjoying it. It's like a vacation.”, Ava answered and hoped no one would ask her to further elaborate on her studies, which weren't even real.

“I'd give everything to travel to a real city. The only “crimescenes” we're looking at are rather boring. It's mostly just noise disturbance or someone's speeding who isn't from here.”, Sunhyung rolled her eyes.

“Hey, last week we had one burglary!”, Ten protested.

“You mean the sixteen-year-old boy who stole some Vodka from the store? How exciting.”, his partner answered sarcastically and laughed.

“I need a refill, you want something?”, Yunmi asked in the group as she apparently spotted something at the bar which needed her attention.

Ten and Sunhyung both nooded eagerly. She didn't bother to look at Yunmi, knowing she'd say no anyway.

Ava's eyes followed her friend to the bar, by which a tall young men stood. She saw how Yunmi straightened her back and smiled at the guy, who she probably knew. Ava noticed how her friend pushed her long hair back and saw how her mouth formed into a laugh after the boy said something. Ava tilted her head, trying to figure out if the knew him or not. She would probably remember a guy like him. He was handsome, yet his face had something sheepish when he talked to Yunmi.

“That's Lucas.”, she heard Sunhyung say and snapped out of her thoughts, “He moved her two years ago. Always hangs out with Johnny and the rest.”, she added and Ava raised her brows. She was pretty sure she never saw or even heard of him before.

“I swear Yunmi has the biggest crush on him. Always swooning over his hands or something.”, Ava heard Sunhyung continue and asked herself why exactly her best friend didn't tell her anything about that guy.

“Well, quite obvious that they're flirting.”, Ten added and nodded.

“Yeah, I'm betting they end hooking up tonight.”, said Sunyhung.

“Never. Both won't make the first moves. They're flirting for months and nothing interesting happened.”, her partner replied.

“Got it in my guts. Tonight is the night.”, Sunhyung nodded with a stern voice.

“Pff, wanna bet? 50 they won't hook up.”, Ten chuckled.

“Make it 100.”, Sunhyung answered, looking at her partner while shaking his hand.

Ava's gaze meanwhile scanned the room for someone else. As if someone read her thoughts, Johnny came down the stairs with Mark right behind him.

Johnny's eyes met Ava's for a moment and she clenched her jaw. She noticed how he was moving towards her and how her heart began to beat faster in her chest.

“I'm gonna get some water or something. Be right back.”, she mumbled and quickly disappeared in the crowd, trying to keep herself as small as possible. Her eyes searched for a kitchen, which she finally found. Gladly, there weren't any people in it. Probably because the whole alcohol was at the bar and no one here wanted to drink something else.

She sighed and looked for a water bottle but all she saw were some empty cups.

“What are you looking for?”, she suddenly heard a way too familiar voice and turned around just to see Johnny standing in the door frame, a small smile on his lips.

“Just some water.”, she answered quietly, trying her best to look away from his dammed face. She saw how he moved next to her and opened a door next to her which apparently belonged to the fridge. Just a second later he handed her a bottle of cool water. Ava looked up and mumbled a quick thank you but it was enough to catch him smiling again, which made her heartbeat increase.

“I'm glad you came.”, Johnny said and leaned with his back against the door, looking down at her.

“Yunmi practically forced me to. It's nice, though.”, she answered, fumbling with the bottle in her hands, not sure what else to do with them.

Silence flooded the room and all the questions burned on her tongue. Taking a deep breath, she managed to look up at him, meeting his gaze. She locked her eyes with his for much longer as initially wanted and already felt how she got lost in his gaze just like everytime he looked at her.

He was handsome. His black hair messily falling into his face, his beautifully shaped lips curling upwards to form a small smile. Johnny's dark eyes seemed to look right through her.

“Can I ask you something?”, Ava finally found her voice and gulped, without breaking of the gaze.

“Anything.”, he answered, his voice unusual quiet.

“I need to know why you ignored me after that night.”

“What exactly do you mean?”, his brows furrowed.

“My last night here. You kissed me. You told me you'd call me the next day but you never did. And when I tried to reach out you simply ignored all my messages.” she sighed loudly, breaking their connection for a second, to gather her thoughts, “Seriously I felt so stupid. I still do.”

“Ava, listen, it's not what you think.”, she heard him answer and looked at his eyes once more.

“Then tell me, Johnny. Seriously. It's driving me insane.”, she pleaded, letting her arms drop in frustration.

Silence came up once more. The girl's frustration grew with any second passing by, not sure what she could say to finally get him to answer properly.

“I really thought about every single reason why you did that.”, she sighed, pain growing inside of her body, “And the only possible reason left is what you never liked me at all.”, she said, her voice just a small whisper, anxious about his answer.

“It's not that I don't like you. It's quite the opposite.”, Johnny said as she looked up at him again.

“I can't believe you.”, she sighed and furrowed her brows, thinking about his reasons why when he liked her.

“Listen, I'm sorry if I had hurt you but it's not that simple.”, he tried to explain but Ava just snorted and chuckled bitterly.

“Seriously just tell me directly into my face that I imagined all of that and that you're not interested. I'm not a kid and you're owing me that.” she answered, pressing her lips together.

“I can't tell you that because it would be a lie.”, now it was Johnny who sighed.

“It's the only possible explanation. Don't you want to tell me that you're not interested because you don't want to hurt me? Honestly, it would've hurt less if you'd just told me instead of ghosting me for years!”, her voice got louder such as her thoughts, which were going crazy inside of her head.

“That's not it.”, now frustration filled his voice as well. Ava looked into his face, seeing how he pushed his hair back, seemingly unsure about what to say.

“God, this is so stupid. I'm just gonna go.”, she dropped her arms in defeat, tired and annoyed. She didn't want to maintain this nonsense conversation when she wouldn't get a proper answer anyway.

Just when she wanted to move out of the door she felt Johnny's hand on her shoulder.

“Just – don't go, please.”, she heard him say and rolled her eyes.

“Then tell me why.”, as soon as she turned around she felt how Johnny laid his arms around her figure, pressing her against his chest softly.

“I'm sorry. I honestly am, please believe me.”, she felt how he buried his head in heir hair and wrapped her arms around his torso, her heart hammering loudly in her chest.

“I want to.”, she mumbled in the material of his black shirt and tightened her grip around him.

It felt unbelievably good to hug him, yet she still didn't get an answer from him, making her anxiety rise inside her body. She still didn't know why and the sudden touch confused her even more.

Ava started to wiggle when she realized her thoughts wouldn't shut up. Reluctantly, she looked up at him, loosening the hug a bit, yet not ready to let him go completely.

“This is confusing. I just want to know what's going on, please.” she pleaded once more, locking her eyes with his, just staring into them, trying to find answers.

She felt how Johnny moved one of his hands up her back, reaching her head, carefully putting one of her strands of hair behind her hear, his hand lingering on her cheek.

Her breath quickened when her eyes wandered over his face, absorbing every inch of it, until she stopped at his just perfectly shaped lips. She licked over hers, memories of how his tasted on hers flooded her mind. Her gaze went up again, meeting his once again that night.

The girl was once again hypnotised by his gaze, unable to look away this time.

Without further thinking about it, she put her hands on his neck and pulled him closer to her, to finally press her lips on his. His lips were just as soft as she memorized them, fitting on hers just as she remembered. The kiss was careful, still anxious about his reaction but when he actually pressed her closer to him, deepening the kiss her mind went completely blank.

Her eyes fell shut, her fingers slightly tightening on the back of his neck, trying to keep him even closer. Their lips moved in perfect sync, just as they belonged on each other. The girl cherished every second of it, how his hands cupped her face while one thumbs caressed her cheek, touching her so softly, as if she could break any second. The taste of his lips were sweet, she couldn't even taste a bit of alcohol, which ensure her that this was what he wanted.

As soft as the kiss was, she knew she wanted more. She needed more. After all these months of anxiety, pain and worry she finally kissed him again. Ava opened her mouth for him, allowing his tongue to play with hers, just like she always wanted to be kissed by him. Her fingers buried in his thick her, while his hands trailed down her body to rest on her hips.

Just before she could press her body closer Johnny pushed himself away, as if he'd burn himself.

Completely puzzled, the girl stared at him, not understanding what was going on.

“I can't. I'm sorry.”, she heard him say, his voice sounding strained, as he quickly ran out of the kitchen, leaving Ava alone once again.

She stared at her hands, her heart still beating fast, trying to catch her own breath. The girl felt how tears formed in the corners of her eyes and how her chest, which felt so light and carefree the other second, now felt like some heavy stone was laying on it, stealing her breath away. She had the sudden urge of fresh air and stumbled out of the kitchen, trying to leave everyone in that house behind her while not being seen. She couldn't manage to explain her situation to anyone. She wanted to be alone.

Ava breathed in the cold air and closed her eyes for a second, trying to get as much distance as possible between her and that house. She took a look at her smartphone to check the time but it wasn't even midnight yet, and she didn't want to be a killjoy and spoil Mark's fun. She made her way out of the garden and looked at the woods behind the property and stopped for a second. She heard how the wind whistled through the branches and how the leftover leaves trailed through the air. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, the latest event flooding her mind. This didn't make any sense to her. Why did he kiss her again? It wasn't just a casual kiss, she could feel that. And this time it wasn't her freaking imagination. The way he hold her and returned her kiss, the way he pressed her against his body – that wasn't imagination.

She actually believed him. She trusted his words yet he was acting like something completely different was on his mind and she just couldn't figure it out. Her thoughts went crazy and she felt how her throat got sore. Why did he stop when it felt so good? Any why did he leave her like that, not explaining his behaviour once again.

Ava kept going towards the trees, sometimes looking up at the sky which wasn't as clear as she thought. Thick black clouds were blocking the moon and stars and she sighed, yet it felt nice to move and properly breathe since the air in the house was muggy and way too hot. Or maybe it just felt like that to her. Her body felt exhausted, yet still full of adrenaline. What did she do wrong? Once again, she went through all the possibilities and couldn't get the hand of it. She didn't want to get hurt again by him, yet there she was. Feeling exactly the same as two years ago. It felt like some kind of absurd Deja Vu.

She flinched when she heard a loud crackle next to her and squinted her eyes, when she couldn't see anything. For a second, she thought someone was here, probably some drunk people enjoying themselves in the woods. She rolled her eyes and continue to stroll when she heard a noise again, but this time it sounded more like a hiss. Ava turned around, trying to see anything but it was too dark. Maybe some brainless jock saw her and tried to scare her.

Another crunching noise, this time right behind her, made her flinch once more, the hairs on her neck standing up. She felt her muscles tighten, when she turned around yet still no one was there. The girl looked a round several times, until she decided to head back to the house which she only saw in some distance thanks to the lights outside. Maybe she could just wait inside the car until Mark wanted to leave the party.

For a few seconds, it was silent again when she heard another noise, this time way closer to her, besides her.

Ava started to run, fear suddenly filling her body as her breath and heartbeat quickened, a feeling of danger flowing her body. The noises got louder, someone was definitely following her. She heard fast footsteps approaching her, whispers and hisses starting to echo inside her head, making her want to scream. She shook her head, trying to leave the voices behind but it was like they were just stuck, burying every other sound under it.

The blood pulsated in her head, breathing loudly. Sweat running down her forehead while her feet tried to run as fast as she could, yet she didn't seem to come any closer to the house.

A dark laugh suddenly appeared as she saw a black figure suddenly standing in front her, which made her stop in her steps, almost falling over.

She couldn't see a face, nor anything else which could possibly explain who it was. The figure took a stop closer to her, making her move backwards until her back met with once of the trees, the tree bark scratching her back uncomfortably.

The girl blinked once and the figure was gone, her blood still pulsating in her veins. She gulped, looking around before continuing to run in the direction she thought was the right one, while still turning her head every other second.

Suddenly she felt a breath on her neck, paired with a deep chuckle, making her stop in her tracks once more. She wanted to ask something, scream, anything but it felt like she suddenly had a lump in her throat. The voices inside her head growing louder and louder with each second passing by.

As soon as she wanted to start running again, a hand grabbed her wrist, forcing her to stand still. The grip was harsh and strong, not moving an inch even when she tried her best to wiggle her wrist free. She grunted and tried to take a look at the person behind her but she couldn't move at all.

“Oh no, you can't look at me. Not now, dear child.”, a voice said. It was more of a whisper than a real voice. The sound seemed hypnotic.

“There, there, hold still. Don't scream now.”, he said as she tried to wiggle herself free until her body stiffened. Suddenly, it was like all the noises she heard a second ago were gone. She didn't hear the whistles of the wind, the arches or their leaves. Nothing. It felt like the was in a vacuum, only the voice echoing in her head, telling her to hold still.

“You see, it's nothing personal.”, he continued and chuckled, sending shivers through her body.

“It's just, you got to understand that you're part of something bigger.”, she felt a hot breath on her neck again, making her want to scream but it felt like she lost her voice.

He heard him click his tongue, followed by a cold finger stroking over her neck.

“Such a  pity. So beautiful. I see what he's found in you, honestly. But, you know, sacrifices must be made. And such a pretty one.”, the voice continued.

Tears started to form in her eyes, rolling down her cheek, burning her skin. She didn't know what was going to happen but she felt afraid. More than that – she feared for her life. Something in his presence made her body fill with this primal fear.

“Oh, so pretty while crying, what a sight.”, a finger wiped one of her tears, chuckling mildly.

“You know, I like it when they scream. And now you need to scream, so he can hear you, you know?”, like a snap, Ava seemed to found her voice and screamed in a high-pitched voice.

Suddenly he let her go, making her stumble over her feet, her knees meeting the cold earth. She coughed while pulling herself up, commanding her body to start running again. When her feet started to move and her thoughts came back, the voices also did. They laughed at her in different tones, from every direction. It felt like a circle was around her, closing closer around her, laughing louder with every step she took.

Another desperate scream fell of her lips as she pressed her hands against her ears, trying to make the voices go but they got even louder, so loud she felt like becoming deaf. She couldn't even hear her own breath anymore, while tears ran down her face.

“It's so much fun to play, don't you think?”, she heard his voice echoing inside her head again, the screams suddenly disappearing.

“You know why? Because I always win.”, a chuckle echoed inside her head, turning into a loud laugh next to her ear.

“Maybe he'll find you, maybe he won't. I hope he does, otherwise it would spoil the fun.”, the voice added and she felt the grip on her wrist again.

“Ah, I'd really want to keep you for myself, such a shame.” he sighed, her body stiffen again, whilst she felt like choking, unable to bring out the slightest sound.

“It's nothing personal against you, my love. You just picked the wrong person to spend your time with, that's all.”

Her eyes widened in fear, her mouth suddenly hanging open without leaving a  sound when the world around her suddenly turned pitch black.

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TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 6

HEY! HEY, YOU!

Don't scroll past this!

Why, you ask?

Simple.

TIME FOR TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 6!!!!!

Sorry if I scared you there, I'm just über excited for this one, I sincerely am, you have no idea!!! 

If you haven’t read the previous parts, you can find them RIGHT HERE: 

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Part 5:

Previously on Toppat!Charles: Our pilot friend learned the hard way it's not a good idea to say 'no' to the Right Hand Man, and has accepted his offer. Meanwhile, Henry has been having nightmares of his different end selves disagreeing with his decision and chastising him for letting Charles get taken by Right.

HEADCANON/THEORY FOLLOWING OF THE CHAPTER: Watch this theory by Two Left Thumbs, and you'll know instantly. A hint, though, Ellie is dealing with this in her own way; she and Henry ARE connected in more ways than one😉: https://youtu.be/LjOCfKOqkic

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LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK IN!!!!

Henry walks down a hallway and toward a break room for breakfast; he, Ellie, and Charles do have an apartment, but the general wants them to stay until Charles is back home safely. 

It has been at least a few weeks since part 5, and that time, in addition to the nightmares, has taken its toll. Henry’s hair is messy, his clothes are wrinkled, and bags have formed under his eyes. 

As he reaches the doorway, someone is there to greet him. 

“Morning, Mr. Stickmin.” 

Bill Bullet sits at one of the tables, having just finished his own breakfast and is now fidgeting with his empty coffee cup. 

Henry takes a seat across from him and rests his head on his hand. 

“You doing alright? You look like Hell in a hand basket.” 

'Hard time sleeping,' Henry signs as he yawns.

"Well, don't go sleeping on me. We're moving today."

Henry looks up at him, now awake and alert.

"Some of my men saw movement from the orbital station on oir satellite. They might be paying Earth a visit."

Henry pulls a newspaper ad out of his pocket and uncrinkles it and shows it to Bullet, tapping on it.

It's an add for a museum exhibit in a neighboring city close to the one Henry robbed in StD, said exhibit being a sapphire, like a large sapphire, like the size of the diamond, ruby, and emerald. It's tempting for Henry to not steal the sapphire and slip back into old habits.

This is an excellent target for the clan.

'The Right Hand Man should be, too.'

Bullet smirks and nods. "I've got a team ready for you. We'll leave on your call."

TIME JUMP TO THE MUSEUM!!!!!

Henry and his team and Ellie enter the museum with little to no problem; Henry brought Ellie for emotional support and so he could show her the sapphire. (A small gift to her for everything she's done as his friend)

They have some close calls like Ellie almost getting seen by a guard, one of the CCC men almost shoots another guard "just in case," and another guard almost falls on yet another guard.

After that, they get to the sapphire exhibit and take out the guards in a way that doesn't get them (the guards) killed. After that, they all sit down and play the waiting game.

The CCC men do a sweep of the area and ready themselves at different parts of the exhibit, hiding in spots and ready to strike. Ellie and Henry take a seat near the sapphire itself, admiring it before focusing back on the mission.

Henry lets his mind wander, thinking about how once they save Charles, Henry will take his place in the CCC. It's the kind of thought that gives them a sick feeling, but all he can think is 'As long as Charles is safe, it'll be worth it.'

He remembers Terrence's words about how life is for living and bites his tongue.

I've seen families live together just fine with no riches, no crime, and no Toppat Clan. We really meant that little to you?

He gets a tap on his shoulder and looks over to see Ellie holding out a cup of coffee to him, a thermos, maybe two, next to her.

"I thought you could use some, since we're gonna be here for a while."

Henry shakes his head and tries to push it away. 'No thanks. I don't really like coffee. Gives me a headache.'

Ellie gives him a withering look. "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

When Henry doesn't answer, Ellie smirks and holds out the coffee once more. "Yeah, thought so."

Henry rolls his eyes and takes the cup, signing with his free hand, 'Fine. When did you become my mother?'

"When you became a child," Ellie barks as she lightly bonks Henry on the head. "And when you came back from visiting your father." She leans back and puts the back of her free hand against her eyes, looking as dramatic as possible. "What they say is true: A boy really needs the love of a mother."

Henry scoffs and shakes his head with a smile before writing on her palm again with his finger. 'I already have a mother.'

Ellie sits straight, now intrigued. "You don't talk about them a lot. Your parents, I mean."

Henry raises an eyebrow and points to her as he nods, gesturing either, 'You don't, either' or 'Neither do you.' Same message, different phrasing.

It's Ellie's turn to shake her head. "They're not people I want to talk about. I doubt my dad would let me visit him, even in a situation like this."

Henry pauses from drinking his coffee.

"Your dad said life is for living. I can't say he's wrong for saying that." She turns her head to Henry, looking him in the eye even those he's staring off into outer space/zoning out. "It's just hard to live life when..." She looks away again, lowers her voice, just so the CCC men don't hear her, and clenches her fists on her knees. "When you can't stop living."

Henry nods as he goes for another sip of coffee.

Then he stops.

'It's hard to live life when you can't stop living.'

Those words make Henry slowly lower his cup and turn to Ellie, looking at her both incredulously and with fear.

"What?" He asks under his breath.

Before Ellie can answer, something is thrown into the exhibit and EXPLODES, filling the room with smoke and no one really getting too injured.

The CCC men fall one by one from being grabbed from behind and put into a sleeper hold, and the toaats responsible run over, mostly undetected because of the smoke.

Henry is seemingly tackled down by Ellie as the two hear glass breaking above them.

The sapphire's case is open.

Henry sees a toppat get close and shoots him in the shoulder, not enough to kill him but enough to get him running away.

"Good shot!" Ellie yells between coughs because the alarms been set off.

Henry points to his gun, then to his hand as he shakes his head with a "Mh-mm." 'I was aiming for his hand.'

The two go toe to toe with a pair of toppats like in the very beginning of this series, but something's different. When Henry kicks his opponent away, the toppat scurries away from the two. And Ellie's just runs when she's just started fighting.

"What's going on?"

Henry shrugs and then looks over at the sapphire.

You know that face and stance he does in Toppat King when the rocket takes off without him? Weeeeellll...

Henry's face drops completely as he holds the sides of his face, gasping loudly.

Ellie is equally flabbergasted, and a little annoyed at how well this plan actually worked in the toppat's favor.

A little too well, I'd say.

"What do we-"

Henry runs after the toppat Ellie was fighting before she can finish asking him.

The three race through multiple exhibits, the toppat throwing down trash bins and benches in order to slow them down.

Henry, however, has the power of friendship and adrenaline and keeps up with him evry step of the way.

"Stop!" He yells. "Where is he!?"

The toppat fumbles, but still continues running. Ellie picks up her pave unitl she's in front of Henry.

"Where's Charles!?"

The chase takes the two of them outside, Henry falls behind, where the toppat makes a sharp turn to the wall.

Ellie sees this a second too late as she is hit in the nose with a cybernetic hand, knocking her down, but not knocking her out, even when a cybernetic foot is put on her freshly healed rib.

"'Ello. It's been a while, 'asn't it?"

Ellie glares up at Right and tries to move his foot.

"Last time I saw you, you had to get carried in a stretcher."

"And you took our friend," Ellie sneers.

Right rolls his eyes; these kids do not play around, which he admires, but it does get annoying when he's in a playing mood.

"Charles. Our friend. What did you do with him?"

Right smirks and looks over his shoulder. "Looks like this one missed you, after all. You'll fit in perfect with the two of them now." Right moves his foot and approaches whoever he's talking to, and Ellie takes this opportunity to try to get the jump on him.

The toppat sees this INSTANTLY.

🤨... I don't know anout you guys, but I feel like I'm forgetting something here.🤔🤔

OH, YEAH!!!

Henry runs out just in time to see this toppat shoot Ellie in the hip.

If this was a movie, we would hear nothing, no music, no talking, just the sound of the gun firing and echoing as the bullet either gets lodged in Ellie's hip or goes THROUGH her hip, close to the joint of her leg. We would get a shot of Ellie's face, eyes wide, brows furrowed and widely arced, like those despair looking anime faces, and lips slightly parted as shock sets in. We would also get three more shots, one from her perspective as she sees the toppat lower his gun,one behind Ellie as she falls back, and the third being on the ground and slightly in front of her as Henry freezes where he is and watches her fall.

BUT HE DOESN'T STAY THIS WAY.

"You BASTARD!" Henry screams as he charges toward Right, who steps back and throws him into the toppat.

The sight of him not only snaps Henry out of his rage, it completely throughs him into a despaired shock.

He's lost a lot of weight in his captivity, and Henry can feel it through his suit and see it in his cheeks, jaw, neck, and eyes, which are blood shot, empty and glassy. His hair's grown longer to where it is past his shoulders and kept in a low ponytail, the rest held back by gel and his own top hat so it stays out of his face. He's gotten pale from his time in space and not being exposed to sunlight and vitamin D.

For a second, neither recognize each other, but Henry is the first to as his chest goes hollow.

"Charles!" He quickly embraces his friend, who is still quiet and nit exactly reacting, but the gears start turning in his head as he realizes who's talking to and hugging him.

Right watches ans his smirk widens as Henry let Charles go and turns to him, tears pouring down his cheeks and now angry as hell.

"What did you do to him!?"

Right looks back at Charles, prompting Henry to do the same.

"Henry?"

A smile grows on Henry's face as he helps his friend up.

"Charles, I'm so sorry! I should've-"

BANG!

Henry falls backward, but doesn't die. Instead, the ground melts away beneath him and he gasps as the bullet wound heals on his forehead. You know that feeling you get when you're falling asleep and feel like your mattress is floating on the ocean waves? Henry feels that until he's back looking up at Right.

This time, he looks at Charles to see Charles is literally about to shoot him, but he hits and throws it away before Charles flips him over and smashes his fist into Henry's face repeatedly until Henry throws him off and stands back up, Charles standing as well and glaring at him, absolutely livid.

"Why'd you do it?" Charles growls. "Why didn't you help me when I needed you!?"

The hollow feeling in Henry's chest worsens as Charles stares him down. Part is him is more than willing to break down into tears, but all the time watching the tapes Right showed him in Part 5 have made his body producing tears next to impossible.

Right only stands back and watches because, as you probably put together, THIS is plan. Not only to take a friend, Charles, away from Henry, but to have said friend destroy him.

"I'm sor-"

Before Henry can finish, Charles punches him again.

"TELL ME!" His voice is a little broken, but he keeps yelling out of frustration and sheer anger because, yes, while Henry sent the destroyers and the government to help Charles, he didn't stop Right in the jungle during the mission. "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM!? WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME!? YOU JUST STOOD THERE AND LET ME GET TAKEN AWAY!"

Henry doesn't have the fight in him to stop Charles from yelling at him or punching him. He doesn't even have it in him to look Charles in the eye.

And that bothers Charles immensely.

"Why won't you say anything?" Charles asks. "No matter what, you've always stayed quiet."

When Henry still remains silent, Charles swings a punch into his face hard enough to make Henry fall down.

"SAY SOMETHING!"

Henry holds up his hands, revealing how much he's been crying and how hard Charles has been hitting him; Henry's nose is broken, one of his eyes his swollen shut, his lips are split, and a tooth is loose.

Physically unable to speak, Henry signs to Charles instead, 'I'm sorry.'

Charels quickly kneels down and snatches Henry's hand.

"I want to hear you say it."

Henry tries forcing those words out, but his throat tightens up and leaves him unable to speak. He tries again and his crying becomes worse as he shakes his head.

"SAY IT!" Charles screams.

Henry breaks down as he shakes his head again, signing and gesturing as much as he can.

Charles rises to his feet, his eyes going glassy and his face expressionless. "I figured as much." He kicks Henry in the mouth and turns to Right. "We're done here. Send a message back to the station. We got the sapphire."

Right nods as his smirk becomes a smile. "Yes, sir."

Henry stands up on shaky legs and stiltedly walks towards his friend.

"Ch-Charles."

Charles shuts his eyes and heaves a breath through his nose, his top hat in his hands.

"Charles, w-wait-"

Charles wheels around as he watches Henry stumble toward him.

"I... I-"

"Don't bother."

Charles holds the hand gun Henry made him drop and aims it at Henry.

"I've heard enough."

When Charles shoots, Henry does not feel the bullet when it is lodged into his waist.

Henry is standing long enough to see Right, Charles, and any remaining toppats be beamed up to the orbital station with the sapphire.

The glare from Charles stays in Henry's mind as he falls, eyes locked on the night sky as Charles's words replay over and over in his mind.

Ellie groans as she crawls over to Henry and falls on her good side, where Charles didn't shoot her.

"We tried," she says as she breathes shakily and hold his shoulder, more his shirt, but I digress. "We tried."

The CCC guards do eventually wake up and get Ellie and Henry back to the government base. Both get immediate medical attention, which leads to Henry getting surgery to get the bullet out and seeing Ellie suddenly begin to panic and shout repeatedly, "I can't feel my leg!"

TIME JUMP TO AFTER HIS SURGERY!

Henry wakes up in his own room and finds that Galeforce is sitting in a chair, hunched forward, fists shaking, and his hat off.

"General?"

Galeforce puts his hat back on and sits straight. His eyes are red rimmed and have bags underneath them now. "Morning, Henry. How're you feeling?"

Henry holds his hand out and sort of tilts it on a way to say, 'Fine.'

Galeforce forces a smile and sighs.

"Ellie's still in the infirmary. That shot form-" He gulps and coughs a little bit. "-From the toppat... did a number on her leg. She won't be on the field for a long time."

Henry sits up, even when his body aches, and picks up a pen and notepad on his bedside table.

'They got the sapphire.'

Galeforce nods. "I know."

Henry shakes as he writes on the notepad again before dropping both and resting his forehead on his knees while loosely hugging his knees. Galeforce hangs his head and lets Henry cry; he doesn't really have much to say anyway.

'Charles,' the notepad reads.

HOLY SHIT DID THIS ONE TAKE FOREVER!!!!!

But that is a really good thing😁!

I hope you all enjoyed this one because I certainly did!!

I'm probably going to take a break from this for a little bit because of how much of an emotional roller coaster this is, and so I don't get burn out. I will come back to this because I love this series, I guess you can say I'm letting my cake cool down before adding the frosting or letting the pot sit so it make good caramel or fudge.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all so much for following this series. I appreciate each and every one of you so much!

I hope you all stay safe this season, thank you again for reading and following, and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

[cncoaddicted]

he doesn't keep a promise

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sorry for the mistake but english isn’t my first language

hope you enjoy

christopher

"where are you going?" you asked to christopher, you were cooking dinner wearing a christopher’s shirt and a pair of pants ready for the night that you should have spent together

but apparently christopher had other plans

he had dressed to go to a party and was about to put on his jacket with the car and house keys already in his hand

"i’m going out" he replied calmly

"wasn't it supposed to be our night today?"

"i’m sorry but the boys asked me to go out" he replied checking that he hadn't forgotten anything

“the same guys you see every day all day? christopher, i am about to leave and you too, we would not see each other for months"

"i know but don't worry, tomorrow i will be all yours"

"tomorrow i can't" you replied, crossing your arms over your chest

"christopher you promised me"

"i'm sorry okay? now i have to go or i'll be late” he said approaching to leave you a kiss but you backed away

"you know what i say? go, have fun but don't come back here "

"Y/n" he started

"go to hell christopher" you said before going back to the kitchen

you hoped with all of yourself to feel the keys return to their place and two arms tattooed around your waist but it was quite the opposite

you heard the door open and then close and the engine of the car sign that christopher was gone

you leaned against the kitchen feeling the tears start to build up in your eyes.

you were sitting on the sofa watching a movie and eating what you had prepared for dinner

less than an hour had passed since chris had left the house but, although you were actually surprised, you remained impassive when you heard the door open and christopher enter

"hey" he said seeing you on the sofa, you nodded not looking away from the tv

"is there anything to eat?" he asked, taking off his jacket and trying to make conversation

"there is the dinner I had prepared and it is cold" you replied pointing to the kitchen

"could you at least look at me?" he said approaching again, you didn't answer and he sat next to you on the sofa

you closed your eyes to drive away the tears that were being created but as soon as he noticed it he took your plate and fork from your hands and hugged you making your head end up against his chest

"i’m sorry" he whisper in your ear stroking your back

"i'm an idiot"

"i hate you" you said letting go of a couple of tears

"i know" he replied smiling and leaving you a kiss on the forehead while you wrapped your arms around his waist.

richard

you and richard were lying on the sofa while watching a movie

"richard" you called him

"mh" he replied with his eyes closed

"do you remember that you promised me something?" you asked, getting up from him and looking at him

"no" he answered only without looking at you

“you promised me that you would introduce me to your family and aaliyah. next week you are leaving for the dominican republic but no invitation came to me" you said all at once, he opened his eyes and got up walking towards the kitchen

"and it won't come"

"why not?" you asked following him in the kitchen

“you met my parents at least two months ago and that night you promised me that you would let me know yours. what has happened in these two months? did I do something wrong?" you asked, watching him while pouring himself a glass of water

"no, nothing happened and no, you did nothing wrong"

"so what's the problem?" you asked raising your voice but not seeing Richard's intention to answer you came to the conclusion alone

you felt the tears form in the corners of your eyes

"it's me" you said only in a broken voice, richard raised his head towards you

"I'm the problem" you repeated, dropping a tear

"what? no no, you're perfect y/n" richard said as he approached to hug you

"so what's the problem richard? please be honest for once "

"it’s that I have a fucking fear y/n, I have never tried anything I feel for you and I don't want to ruin everything, whatever I do seems wrong to me, it doesn't seem the right thing to me, your family is so perfect that I'm afraid that you, seeing mine, may change your mind about me” he said in one fell swoop

"and for aaliyah, I was just going to introduce you as soon as it'll be my turn with her”

"but don't even think for a second that you're the problem, have I been clear?" he said taking your face in his hands, you nodded

your cheeks were furrowed with tears for everything he said to you

"richard, i love you, and i'm sure i'll fall in love with your family, i'm sure but even if it weren't i won't stop loving you, was that clear?"

"would you come to the dominican republic with me?" he asked placing his forehead on yours

"with great pleasure" you replied by matching your lips.

zabdiel

the boys had all gone to some local, they had asked you to go with them but you had kindly refused preferring to stay at home

and that's how you did it, you took time for yourself taking a bath and now you were lying on the bed you shared with your boyfriend zabdiel

you were looking at the phone when the noise of the front door opening and closing was distancing you

"y/n" you heard yourself calling out loud from downstairs, you rolled your eyes before leaving the room and going down the stairs

"que pasa?"

"can you help us bring him to the room?" christopher asked you and only then you see zabdiel on the sofa with his eyes closed and a pillow in his arms

even from the distance you were at, you could smell alcohol

"no"

"what?" richard said in surprise like everyone else

"he is drunk soaked"

"that's exactly why we're asking you to help us bring him to your room"

"i don’t care. as far as i'm concerned, he can sleep on the floor" you answered coldly before going back to your room

the only thing you heard was your name called several times by the boys before closing the door behind you

zabdiel had really disappointed you this time, it was not the first time he came home completely drunk but the last time he promised you he would never do it again, that he would control himself

he told you he knew his limits and that he would never go further

and as an idiot you believed it and trusted him for the umpteenth time.

the next morning you woke up with the smell of coffee, you went downstairs finding all five boys in front of you

richard called christopher, erick and joel and with a simple good morning they left the room

"i'm sorry"

"don't tell me you're sorry, i don't do anything about your apologies"

you approached him a few steps

"you promised me zabdiel" you started and then stopped

"i know and i’m sorry, really" you could see the sincerity in zabdiel's eyes but you couldn't collapse so quickly, he got closer and closer to you

"tell me one time that i didn't keep a promise" he said taking your face in his hands, you opened your mouth to say something but he was faster

"take this away"

you closed your mouth and zabdiel smiled

"something like this will never happen again, i promise" he said leaning his forehead against yours

"do you trust me?"

you didn't say anything anymore, you just made your lips match his and started kissing him.

joel

[sorry if joel is a big asshole in this but this is the best i could do

i’m mad at him right now but i still love him]

"joel" you called your boyfriend from the kitchen

"tell me" he replied with his eyes glued to the phone

"where are my money?"

"what money?" he asked, turning his head to look at you

"the ones I lent you and you promised you would give me back today" you replied with the wallet almost empty in your hands

"I don't have them" he answered only, a sarcastic laugh came out uncontrolled from your lips, joel blocked his phone and turned completely towards you waiting for your continuous

“don't you have them? joel, you are a singer, a popstar and you haven’t money?” you asked rhetorically

"exactly, I don't have them. if you wanted a cash machine instead of a boyfriend you might have had to aim higher" he replied with a shrug

"excuse me? the money you had to give me today are my money that I lent you thinking that you would be mature enough to be able to give it back to me in time"

"do you need them today? tomorrow I will go to the bank and withdraw"

"yes, I need it today because for your love, big dickhead, I left my family and, in case you don't remember, I send money to my family every month because here in Miami I take more than my parents together but you are too busy with anything you do all day to remember it" you spit it in his face with acidity, joel got up from the sofa ready to approach you

"but do you know what I say? with these few dollars that I have left tonight I'm going to have fun looking for an cash machine instead of a boyfriend" you said before taking the jacket

"Y/n" he started but you didn't hear what he said because you were already out of the house

'amor perdóname'

'please don't go looking for someone else'

'you're completely right, forgive me'

‘i will give you all the money back tomorrow but please come home’

‘y/n please don't go to a club’

'te amo'

these were just some of the messages joel was sending you

little thing he didn't know

you would never have gone to a club, not without him

you rang the bell waiting for your best friend to open the door

"y/n, what are you doing here?" zabdiel asked but before you could answer your phone rang

"mom, sorry if I couldn't send you the money but"

"what are you talking about? you sent twice as much as usual, what jumped in your head?” at those words you stopped

"mom I'll call you later" you said just by closing the call

"thanks zabdiel" you told to the boy that had done nothing except open the door

"it’s nothing, when you want" he replied as you started walking towards the car.

as soon as you entered the house you turned to the hall

"I'm sorry" he said

"you are an idiot" you said only smiling approaching him and starting to kiss him

"but now I'm the one in debt" you said a few inches from his lips

“no, we are even. I took the ten dollars you left on the table" he replied smiling, making you chuckle before going back to kiss him.

erick

"erick, where the hell are you?" you said on the phone as soon as your boyfriend deigned to answer

"at home why?" he asked confused

"today you promised me that you would finally come to dinner with my parents"

"fuck, I'm sorry it's between work and" he started

“stop telling me shit erick, I'm tired. every time you always find an excuse. if you don't want to know them just tell me, let's end it like this but don't keep poking me” you answered

"Y/n" he started to say but he didn't have time to continue because you attacked before giving him time.

"so darling, when does erick arrive?" your mother asked after about ten minutes sitting at the restaurant table set for four, you put the glass on the table and cleared your throat

"here, there is something i wanted to tell you about it" you started but someone interrupted you

"hello, sorry for the delay, there was really a lot of traffic" erick said coming from behind you, you turned around and he gave you one of those smiles that only he could do

you heard a horn honking and you looked out the large window of the restaurant seeing christopher's car with all the windows rolled down and the boys inside who rejoiced, showing signs of assent, you smiled at the scene

you got up from the chair and erick came up, he was wearing an elegant suit and you almost didn't recognize him with all the seriousness he had at that moment

"hello mr and mrs y/l/n, it's a pleasure to meet you, I am erick" he said holding out his hand first to your father and then to your mother

"can you excuse us for a second?" you told your parents before taking erick by the hand and leading him slightly further

"hey, I was already starting to like them" he protested but shut up as soon as you started kissing him

"I'm sorry" he said as soon as you broke away

"shh, it doesn't matter" you answered before kissing him again but he stopped you

"I don't want you to think I didn't want to meet your parents, I was just bloody frightened and if it weren't for the boys I wouldn't be here even now" he said, you smiled

"I will remember to thank them then" you replied before leaving him a light kiss and return to the table hand in hand.

[glitchky]

Double date

A story because it's 3am and I can't sleep~ (Kapkan, Jäger, Bandit and Glaz) Sorry, it's my first time writing with Glaz and Kapkan so excuse me if it isn't too good!

"Are you ready yet?" Bandit would ask his boyfriend who was taking forever to get ready. "Ja! Sorry uhm, I never went on a double date before" "It's just Tim and Max, why? Are you scared?" "..." "Bhah! You're scared of them?" "Well yes! There tall and strong-- they speak loudly too-" Marius would say shyly. "Ah don't worry I'll protect you from the big scary Russi-" "Are you two ready?" Glaz would ask as he leaned on their doorframe. "Yeah, glad you know how to knock" Bandit said while raising an eyebrow. "Max they're ready" "Finally, come" Kapkan would gesture them to follow. "Uh" Bandit would give Jäger an unsure look. Jäger would shrug and follow Kapkan outside the base.

"We'll be taking my lada" Kap would smile. "No seperate cars?" Bandit asked. "Nope, get in" Kap said getting behind the wheel. Jäger did as asked and Glaz would follow in along with Bandit. The drive there was rather quiet untill Jäger tried to talk with the others. "So.. uhm..! Why did you two want to go on a date with Dom and me?" "You seem like nice company, Max said you're great teammates too and that he wanted to get to know you better outside of work" "oh.. that's sweet of him" Marius would smile. Kap would give him a friendly wink in the reerview mirror, it made Jäger chuckle. Bandit was just trying to figure these two men out. "We're here" Glaz would say soon to get out the big car. "Uhm" Marius nervously chuckled as they were in the middle of a forest. "Are we going for a hike?" He asked. "Yeah" Kap would answer. "We can also stay the night, set up a camp and relax in the arms of mother nature" "oo" Marius liked that idea, Bandit didnt. "The fuck we're not" "Shame" Kap would say starting to walk. "Why? Scared of some bugs Dominic?" Tim would tease, following Max. "No, I just know Marius, his dumbass is gonna wander off and we'll have to find him in the middle of the night and besides we didn't come prepared at all" "We have two tents in Kap's lada, just incase" Glaz would say. "Oh! Staying the night together would be so cool! Not what I expected from a date but!" Bandit would facepalm, ofcourse, ofcourse Jäger would be excited about this.

Time passed as the four made their way into the forest, the three had convinced Bandit to stay the night in the forest. It took Jäger some sweet kisses and a promise to not wander off. Bandit would do anything for Jäger's sweet touch anyway. Besides, Kap and Jäger seemed to be close, both being hunters and all haha. For now they were setting up their tents. "Seems like those two are getting along just fine" Glaz would say to Bandit while setting up a tent with him while Kap and Jäger were setting up the other. "Heh yeah, but Marius kinda gets along with everyone" "Oh? Well, Max usually isnt this lose around others. He must have a liking towards him" "I cannot blame him really" "Hah, ofcourse" Glaz would roll his eyes with a smile. "Marius, catch" Kap would say, throwing the hammer at him. "AH!" Marius would flinch as it almost hit him across the head. "Oh" Kap frowned, Marius forgave him but Bandit kept and eye out. "Max you mudak" Glaz would yell. "I wasn't thinking alright?" "It's fine! He didn't hit me!" Marius reasured. "Yeah, good thing he fucking didn't" Bandit would walk over, Bandit was pretty protective towards Marius. Not just because he loved him but also because he cared alot about his safety. "Geesh, what if I did hit him in the head? It's only a hammer. Maybe a small bruise or so" "How about I hit you with it and we'll see what happends dummkopf" Bandit would say, Kapkan was suprised by the sudden attitude but he shrugged it off. "Look I'm sorry, no need to get angery with me" "Yeah, relax you two" Tim said. "Nobody got hurt, please let's keep it that way.." Marius begged. "Mh" Bandit would walk off. "Tim, let's finish this tent then." "Alright" Tim would walk back with Bandit. Kap would sqaut down infront of Jäger. "Is he always like that?" He'd tilt his head confused. "Ja, he gets angery easily. Especially if it involves me. It's cute in a way really." "Yeah, threathening to hit me with a hammer sure is cute" "He didn't mean it" "If you say so tiny"

Soon night came and the stars came out from behind the trees and lit up the sky. They all sat at a fire they had made and were making smores. Marius was really happy with this. "This is nice" He said. "You think so?" Tim would smile. "Too bad that we didn't bring an extra jacket, Max looks like he is going to turn into a popsicle" "Huh?" Tim would look over to see Kap with his arms wrapped around himself. "Fuck off, I'm not that cold" Tim would chuckle and take off his warm coat, Kap would refuse it but Tim smiled and wrapped it around him. Max's face shot red as he hid most of his face into the fluffy part of his boyfriends jacket. Tim would find this adorable. "Marius are you cold or anything too?" Bandit would ask. "I'm alright!" He'd respond cheerfully. "Mh gutt" Bandit gently pulled Jäger closer by his waist and gave him a soft kiss on his head, Marius would smile and lay his head against Dominic's shoulder. "Maybe we should all start heading to bed" Dominic would offer, holding his lover close. "Maybe, the fire is growing small" "Yeah, we'll see you two in the morning. It's been nice" "Yeah, sleepwell" Glaz would wave them goodnight. Bandit got up and carried Jäger inside their tent, not the way he expected to spend the night but it was nice. He laid down and pulled Jäger close to himself both for warmt and because he just loved cuddling him. At first he hated it but Jäger got him addicted now. "Goodnight mein liebe" Bandit softly said, spooning Jäger, holding his arms around his waist. "Goodnight schatz" Marius would smile at him from over his shoulder. Bandit leaned closer and gave him a loving kiss. "Liebe dich" "Liebe dich auch" Marius would whisper back at him as they were ready to fall asleep together. Meanwhile Tim had dragged Max inside their tent aswell, he was sitting down with Kap on his lap who still wore his jacket. "Still cold?" He'd ask, lovingly running his hands over Kap's legs. Kap nodded resting his arms around Glaz' shoulders. Glaz gently pulled Kap closer and held him close to his chest. "Then I'll keep you warm" He said and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek afterwards. Kap would roll his eyes but he liked that Tim kept him warm. He didn't feel like freezing his ass off tonight anyways.

The two couples spend the night cuddled up together to keep eachother warm untill dawn came. They slept well and it was amazing to wake up by the sounds of nature. The 'date' got the four a little closer to eachother and they'll definitely do something like this again!

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Better Man - B.B.

Youngblood Series

Bucky Barnes x reader

'Darling, all of my wrongs, they led me right to you. Wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die for your love.'

Modern Day!AU

Word count: 2,789

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Very light smut

The cool air hit his skin as he watched the smoke leave his mouth and slowly fade away into the night. A view on his watch told him it was already past 3am, 'The best time.' He thought to himself, pressing his cigarette out with his foot before stepping back into the nightclub. It's where he spend most of his weekends, getting wasted before a night of fun with a random women, sometimes even man, if he was drunk enough. It was his getaway, it was what he needed. He accepted it as his life.

"Thank god Barnes, I thought you've already left!" The bartender, Dean, called as Bucky neared, a grin on his face. "You see a girl on my arm?" He held up his right arm to demonstrate the lack of company. "I'm not leaving without some fun." The bartender gave him a knowing grin, pouring him another Whiskey.

Bucky turned in his chair, taking a sip from his glass as he let his eyes wander across the dance floor. Many people always left around 2:30am, leaving only the ones who could handle a lot in the club. Those were the ones he lusted over.

His gaze landed on a brunette, dancing with a couple of friends. She wore a tight, strapless dress which showed the perfect curve of her ass and boobs. Her make up was a little much for his liking, but he didn't really care. Bucky bit his bottom lip, smiling. He found his victim.

After downing his drinks, he made his way over to the women. The bass was strong in his ears, his vision a little blurry thanks to the alcohol pumping through his veins. There was still a mass of people he had to push through until he arrived his destination, his hands immediately landing on her hips as he pressed himself against her. A faint gasp left her lips, barely audible over the music, making him smirk. Thankfully, she didn't seem to have anything against a stranger so close to her, moving their bodies to the music together. She suddenly turned around, her arms snaking around his neck as she grinned at him. Damn she was a bold one and Bucky couldn't help but lick his lips.

Their dancing quickly grew into something more as one of her hands knotted itself in his long locks, tugging lightly, making him groan. She was already rubbing her crotch against his thigh lightly and his pants got tighter by the second. Then her lips found his and he kissed her hungrily, they're tongues fighting for dominance as they still ground against each other. His lips left hers, leaning to her ear. "Yours or mine?" He asked, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck. "None of that." She answered, making him look at her in confusion. She just bit her lip and grinned, pulling him from the dance floor and out of the club.

She led Bucky into a dark, narrow alley right beside the club. Without a word she pressed him against the wall, her lips landing on his again. But he pushed her away lightly by her hips. "You want to do it here?" He asked, not sure if he wanted it or not. But the possibility of denying her wish vanished as he bit her lip and nodded. He growled, turning them around to shove her against the wall before he picked her up, her legs around his waist as they made out again. Bucky ground himself against her crotch, both of them moaning quietly at the friction.

"Veronica?!" A horrified voice made them break away from each other, the girl almost falling to the ground in the process. A group of girls stood infront of the alley, all of them shocked expressions. "We searched everywhere for you! You can't just leave!" The same girl said, still shocked. "Especially not with him." Another girl added, a disgusted look on her face as he eyed Bucky. His jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. "Im sorry." The girl he just made out with simply said, flattening out her dress before leaving with the rest of the group.

Bucky groaned in annoyance, shifting the crotch of his jeans to make his erection less obvious. As he turned to leave the alley, he was met with one of the girls from the group which apparently hasn't left as she leaned against the wall, a grin on her face. "What's so funny?" He snapped, his eyes narrow. She chuckled. "I've seen you a couple times here. Fun to see you not succeed for once, Barnes." He looked at her in suprise. "You know my name?" She nodded. "Everyone knows your name. The first person they have to go to when they need a simple fuck from a guy who doesn't care about them. The mysterious, long haired man with the prosthetic arm." She shrugged. He narrowed his eyes again, his arms crossing in front of his chest as he stared at her, a grin forming on his lips. "You're one of those?" That made her laugh.

"No, no definitely not. You have to take me out on a date at least once before getting into my pants." He bit his lip, still grinning. "Deal." She just shook her head, smiling. "Never gonna happen, Barnes. I only sleep with real guys, not the ones trying to lift their ego by sleeping with strangers." She waved off, turning away from him, ready to leave. "Wait!" She stopped, looking back at him. "You know my name. It's only fair if i get to know yours as well." He grinned. She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Y/N." She left without another word, leaving him alone in the dark. He shook his head, laughing in disbelief before lighting a cigarette. He made his way home, no desire in trying to get another person to go home with him after what just happened.

~

After another week of pushing through his work, he found himself back in the club, sitting at the bar. But this time, he was searching for one exact person. "Everything alright with you?" Dean asked. "You already waved three girls off. They were practically throwing themselves on you. Do i have to call a doc?" Bucky chuckled, nipping on his drink. "I'm waiting for someone." Deans eyebrows raised high. "Do not tell me James Barnes had found the woman of his dreams." Bucky cringed slightly at hearing his real name, but played it off by smiling and shaking his head. "It's not that. She interrupted me and a girl last weekend and she acted all bold and stuff. I kinda liked it." He shrugged. "So you 'trynna get in her pants?" Dean asked grinning, making Bucky laugh. "Always do." He lifted his drink before taking a sip, letting his gaze wander across the room again.

Then he spotted you. You were sitting on one of the small leather couches in one of the corners with a guy very close to you. You looked uncomfortable, trying to shove him away while he tried to get closer. "Time to play the hero." He said to himself before getting up to walk up to you. He could here you say "Fuck off, i mean it." as he neared, but the guy wasn't buying it. "Come on, don't tell me you don't want my face between your legs." The man said with a dirty grin as your face scrunched up in disgust. "Hey, she told you to get lost." Bucky yelled over the music as he stood infront of you. The guy immediately looked at him, pissed off at the interruption. "What do you care?" He snapped, standing up to look intimidating. Bucky only chuckled, the guy was half a head shorter and not nearly as broad as him.

"Just making sure girls don't get hit on by Pervs like you." He explained, making the other man laugh. "Who are you do judge, Barnes? You even fuck guys. At least I'm not a faggot like you." Buckys jaw clenched as he tried to ignore the last comment. "At least, I make sure the people I fuck are okay with what I do to them." He challenged as he stepped closer, now towering over the guy while staring down at him. "Now get your ass away from that girl, or I'll kick it out of here if i have to." A grin formed on his face. "Or maybe I'll fuck it. You're quite my type." That was a complete lie, but it was enough to earn a disgusted "What the fuck." from the guy before he left.

Bucky looked down at you with a smile, only to be greeted by an annoyed look. His smile fell. "What? I just helped you get that dude off you." You rolled your eyes. "I was fine." "No you weren't." He argued, his left brow rising. "Come on, let me get you a drink." He stuck his hand out towards you. You just scoffed at him. "You think just because you got that guy away from me I'll sleep with you, mh? Because men can't help a woman just to be nice." You stood up, ignoring his hand as anger pumped in your veins. You stormed past him, not noticing that he was following you until you were outside.

"Hey, wait. Please." Bucky carefully took your arm, making you turn around to face him. "What's your matter with me? What did I do for you to hate me so much?" You bit your lips, your eyes on the ground. You couldn't tell him that you had the biggest crush on him since you first saw him, and how he broke your heart by leaving with a different person every weekend. "I just can't stand people like you." You shrugged, making him furrow his brows in confusion. "People like me?" "Yeah. People, guys like you. Who have Sex with complete strangers and feel like they're the King of the world." You took a breath, still not meeting his gaze. "You don't care about love and emotions. All you know is Sex. And it pisses me off." Bucky still stared at you in disbelief. "Why do you care? Did we have Sex and I forgot about you? If that's the case, I-" "See, all you care about." You interrupted him, rolling your eyes. "Everything seems to be about Sex with you. Everything else is unimportant." He huffed out a laugh, making you look at him.

"I've just never found the right person." He shrugged, making your jaw slacken a little. He smiled at you before pressing his lips together. "No drink, i accept that. Maybe dinner? Tomorrow evening?" You let your gaze drop again, debating whether or not it was a good idea. "Come on, give me a chance. Just one. Please." He begged, a pleading look on his face. You sighed; You would never win this.

"Alright." A bright smile formed on his lips. "Awesome! Here's my number, just text me your address and I'll pick you at six." He winked at you, turning around to enter the club again. "Wait, you're not getting in there to get another girl, are you?" You asked, trying not to show how disappointed his actions made you. He just chuckled. "Nope, just downing the drink i payed for and Dean looked after. Not gonna talk to a single woman on my way, i promise!" He called before disappearing into the building. You bit your lip to prevent yourself from grinning in relief.

~

The Date went great. Bucky actually picked out a nice restaurant, nothing too fancy but not too casual too. This was the first time you saw him in something other than a T-Shirt as he wore a black, buttoned up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. You didn't even think he owned something like that.

You also found out that he could talk about other things apart from Sex and Woman. He joked a lot, almost making you choke on your Spaghetti one time because you laughed so hard. The look on his face when you talked about your family and pets were pure fondness, the soft smile never leaving his lips. "You look especially pretty when you talk about things you love." He pointed out, grinning as you blushed.

When you both finished and he payed, you told him you needed the restroom. Bucky nodded, telling you he'd be outside and wait. When you joined him shortly after, he had a cigarette between his lips, smiling at you. When he saw the distressed look on your face he took it back in between his fingers, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of which you were standing as his brows furrowed. "Is something wrong?" You shrugged, your eyes on the item in his hand. He followed your gaze, lifting his hand. "Not a fan of cigarettes?" You shook your head. "My dad used to smoke around me all the time. It was disgusting." Bucky just chuckled before shrugging. "Alright." He let his cigarette drop on the ground, stepping it out before reaching into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling out the half full pack to throw it into the garbage can behind him. You just stared at him while he grinned at you. "Don't need them." He shrugged as you just slowly shook your head. "You really want to get into my pants." You murmured. His face fell at your words.

"You still think it's just about Sex?" You instantly regretted your words as you saw his disappointed face. "No, no, i swear. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I was really suprised that you would just throw them away like that." A grin made it's way back onto Buckys face. "I want to prove that I'm serious about this. About you." He smiled softly, making your heart flutter.

The two of you continued talking as he drove you home. He was so sweet and polite to you, and you really didn't want to get out as you arrived at your apartment complex. "The evening was nice. Thank you." You smiled at him. "Anytime." He smiled back. Then you just looked at each other, neither of you wanting this day to end.

"Am I allowed to kiss you?" He suddenly asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks. You chuckled at him. "Do you always ask for permission?" He shook his head. "But I don't want you to think I'm moving too fast or something." He smiled slyly. The gentleman-like Bucky was a whole new experience, but you loved it. "You're allowed to." He smiled in relief before leaning over to you, his lips inching closer. "Tell me when I'm going too far." He whispered and you nodded. Then his lips touched yours, and your eyes immediately closed as you leaned in to kiss him properly. You sighed into the kiss as his right hand fell to the back of your head, his metal one searching your own on your thigh to wrap his around it. Goosebumps covered your entire body as a firework of emotions went off in your stomach, and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

~

Half a year later, the Bucky you used to know was gone. He hasn't been to a club in months, spending as much time as possible with you. He had only smoked two more cigarettes after he had thrown his away infront of you, but soon enough he had stopped completely. He also didn't drink alcohol every weekend, maybe a beer here and there but nothing too much. He had changed, for you.

"You know, I always thought my life was perfect." He said one night while you were at his apartment, cuddled up together while watching some movies. You lifted your head from his chest to look at him, his eyes still on the TV. "What do you mean?" "Going out every weekend." He continued. "Hooking up with random people, drinking and smoking. I thought it was great." He stopped to look at you, the soft smile you loved so much on his lips. "But then I met you, and i know i lied to myself the whole time. This right here, having you next to me. That's the perfect life I was searching for all this time." You smiled brightly at him, pushing yourself up to kiss him passionately. He had become a better man, thanks to your help. And he had no desire to go back to how his life was before you met.