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mxrcayong · 3 years

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part of @nct-writers’s cafe resonance collab!

genre: fluff, a more UK-based pov of university

summary: jisung, a college student now looking for a job, has decided to apply for a job at the local café. he thought being friends with the manager and its employees has it perks; from unlimited free coffee to whatever pastries haven’t been eaten by the end of the day. needless to say; the perks must end somewhere.

word count: 2317 words

note: i didn’t make the divider!!

College students practically live by coffee shops. If university was a religion, the on-campus coffee shop would be the bible. Daily, college students’ breath in the coffee beans like oxygen, feel the permanent imprint of coffee mug or a ‘to go’ cup on their lips. They’re surrounded by the smells of different fruity pastries and savory snacks, and the sounds of students either chatting or typing away on their computers.

It’s no wonder that the university coffee shop was practically a hub of activity. When you sit down to work at Café Resonance, it’s feels like you’re a part of a bigger and collective community, stressing for assessments or just taking a break from their hectic university schedules. It’s especially hectic when you’re a full-time student and work part time.

“Do I really need to get a job?” Jisung sighed, scratching his head as he leant against the barista’s counter. His six closest friends were working behind the counter: using the coffee machines and decorating the pastries. “Can’t I just use your employee discount on everything?”

Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows. “You know I want to, my little mouse.” He teased as he placed another order on his tray, “But I can only put the café employee discount on so many things.” He practically sung as he left, heading to a table to bring another set of students their own cups of their own ambrosia.

From the cash register, Haechan had just finished taking the orders of the last bunch of the line and immediately replaced Jaemin’s place next to Jisung. “You can always just become a sugar baby.” He suggested, coming over to the display case to grab one of the pastries to heat up per the customer’s order. “Or a pole dancer… aren’t you a good dancer?”

Jisung immediately protested. “Firstly, no. Secondly, is it even legal? I literally only became an adult this year.”

“Actually…” Haechan started to counter, only to be interrupted by Mark approaching with a raised hand and a dirty mop.

“Stop telling everyone to become a sugar baby.” Mark chided as he ducked to get back behind the counter, drudging the cleaning supplies with him. “You do realize that if someone does become a sugar baby, they aren’t entitled to paying for your shit either.” In response, Haechan grumbled under his breath as he gave the bewildered customer overhearing the odd conversation their fruity treat.

Jisung has visited his closest friends enough to know that working at the café is like a beautifully choreographed dance. It moves like clockwork; with the six doing their roles diligently and without question. So, it’s not unusual for his friends to come and go during the conversation – all taking part whilst separating themselves at the same time.

“Why don’t you just ask Chenle if you could work here?” Renjun suggested, coming out from the back room where he started baking some more pastries – obvious through his powdered apron. “We all work here already, and we can go through the ropes with you.”

Jeno immediately stepped in and basically rejected the offer. “Do you remember the last time we hosted an event and Jisung wanted to help?” He prompted, before chuckling. “He tried to wash the food with dish soap…and he broke the broom when cleaning!”

Almost as if the thought of teasing Jisung summons him, Chenle came out of seemingly nowhere. “Didn’t he leave the broken broom on the floor and just started playing video games?” Jeno, Haechan, and Renjun nodded – remembering the mess the 00-line apartment was that night.

“Not the best party we hosted.” Jaemin commented, going around the counter to make his own drink now that the list of waiting customers is gone. “But, still, Jisung learns fast. I think he could work here.”

Chenle let out an introspective hum, before leaning over to whisper to Haechan. With a questionable look on their faces, Chenle decided to call Jisung into the back room and in his makeshift ‘managers office’ (a perk of being family with the owner of the university café). “I’ll consider your application, but I can’t do any nepotism.” He started, “so, you must go through the whole application process.” He paused. “You must come up with your own recipe.”

With a rule to not discuss recipes with his ‘potential future co-workers’ – which Chenle weirdly specified as everyone but Haechan, Jisung had to get straight to work. In all honesty, he had no baking experience nor ever made a drink without a guiding recipe.

While his six closest friends were out of the equation, he had another friend he could reach out to; Y/N.

You were in his freshmen orientation group earlier this year. Not going to lie, you initially thought of each other as familiar faces who you’d occasionally wave at or nod in acknowledgement when you walk past each other. However, you later found yourself eating in the same hall cafeteria…and then the same hall pantry…and then, it clicked. You two lived only four doors away from each other in your university hall.

Needless to say, you two ran midnight McDonald trips basically on a weekly basis. You became integral to Jisung’s daily routine; from waking each other up for breakfast to storming into each other rooms, armed with complaints and rants about the shitty professor who made you read 300 pages for one night. Even on your busiest days, you two would always pick each other up for the hall provided breakfasts and dinners.

So here you were - Jisung was slouching down on your desk chair while you were resting on the bed, your back against the wall and a pillow in your lap as you tried to help Jisung solve his current problem. “Well…did Chenle give you a prompt or anything?”

Jisung shook his head, groaning back. “It’s not like we have a kitchen to try and bake either! We only have fridges and a microwave and a….” He tried to recall what was on the floor pantry.

“Just a fridge and a microwave.” You added. “That means pastries are off the table…how about a drink?”

Jisung groaned again. “I have a hard time making pre-made coffee!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle; you remembered that day. It was a scary time for you; your credit card company sent you a text about a fraudulent use of your student account. Not only did you end up stressing to the point of crying, but you also learned it was a false alarm. Luckily, while still reeling from the anxiety inducing news, you ran into Jisung as he was leaving his room. He then took you to the pantry to try and cheer you up with coffee…however, a fire alarm went off and practically deafened the whole university housing cohort for hours.

And poor Jisung…Jisung was just an awkward little mouse, trying to look innocent as he saw his exhausted neighbors clamber out into the park due to his attempt of making pre-made coffee.

“Well…you have me. This isn’t hopeless.” Climbing off the bed, you pretended to dust yourself off. “So, let’s go to the pantry? Another one of our…”

Jisung quickly furrowed his brows, interjecting while you still spoke “I don’t think this can be considered snacking…”

“Pantry-time dates.” You stuttered, obviously unsure of the title. Usually, you call them ‘cup noodle dates’ or ‘popcorn dates’; a joke that ran through your small group of friends as well as the resident advisors at the university hall.

No one likes being in the pantry. Especially the second floor. For one, things always get stolen; from cutlery to a six pack of coke. Secondly, the few times people use the microwave to heat up their meals, they tend to leave the leftovers to rot on the windowsill. But you and Jisung sit there together; maybe because something about it feels open and comfortable, despite the terrible smell. Plus…the two of you placed bets on who could be the thief when people awkwardly clamber on by, and if on one of these ‘dates’ you catch the thief obviously taking something that isn’t theirs? Even better.

But today… you two will have to be the forsaken thieves.

“So someone put chocolate powder in the fridge…” You commented incredulously, especially as this fridge is known for freezing things into ice in minutes. “There’s some…expired milk.” Jisung watched as you searched through the fridge for any hidden treasures; feeling more and more unsure of himself as you listed more and more ingredients. “Oh, okay, some non-expired milk. That will be useful.”

“We can make a latte?” Jisung offered, now on his phone searching up popular café drinks.

“Yes!” You enthused, finally feeling like this trip to the pantry isn’t useless after all. “But…we should probably write an apology note to the people we’re stealing from.”

It’s been almost five hours in the pantry. Countless of people came in (however, this time you tried not to place bets as you knew who the real thieves were tonight) and would just stare at the two of you, arguing over a kettle of milk. Even your neighbor Victor came in; having sat and watched you two for a good while (which made Jisung extra cautious; he’s had a theory about him being the forsaken pantry thief for a while). Victor, however, said you two should have a cooking show, to which you scoffed while Jisung basked in the compliment. This very same compliment crossed Victor off of Jisung’s “potential criminals” list.

Eventually, you had a drink in front of you. A chocolate latte that Jisung insisted on putting salt in, as “Modern Family said it was a good idea”. Admittedly, the first ten versions of this drink were absolute failures; making you go to the bathroom numerous times to vomit out the thick and almost flour-like texture.

So, for your final check, the two of you grabbed the non-eaten pastries Jisung brought home from the café. Hopefully, this will act as a palette cleanser; especially since tasting all of the failed drinks probably have messed with your taste buds and lowered all sorts of expectations.

After taking bites into the Suh-ndwitch and Henpretzel, you two finally took sips of the drink you attempted to make since 10pm – with Jisung making far too many references to the Powerpuff Girls opening theme.

Alas – the taste that flooded their senses wasn’t at all bad, no. Nor was it ‘a little bit of sugar and everything ice’, but it was something you’d expect from Starbucks. You two immediately squealed out of excitement, ignoring the fact that you probably woke the neighboring rooms up at three in the morning. Jisung immediately went over to hug your waist, spinning you around as fast as he could; before something unexpected happens.

You felt his lips on yours; tasting like chocolate and leftover ingredients that were remnants from his palette cleanser of a sandwich. The feeling was foreign; you never expected to kiss Jisung. He was your best friend, your neighbour; but his lips were soft…and something about this felt right.

But then the door slammed opened. A zombie-like RA came in and you two immediately jumped to different sides of the room. “I know you two always do your pantry dates, but…” The RA started, obviously sluggish from being woken up at 3am. “We got noise complaints.”

Jisung awkwardly coughed, apologized, and ran away; leaving you confused in the corner of the pantry.

Café Resonance were never busy Friday evenings. People were most likely out pubbing or preparing for their weekends of antics. So when Jisung stormed in with a recipe in hand, he wasn’t afraid to celebrate as loudly as if he had just won the Olympic World Cup. “I got the recipe! Can I please have the job?” He practically pleaded, dropping the piece of paper with messy handwriting and the sample drink you two whipped up again the night prior. On top of the page with chocolate colored stains were the words; “Hamji Choco Latte” with (served hot or cold) at the bottom.

“A recipe?” Everyone but Haechan and Chenle looked confused; with the latter two smirking in the corner of the room. But as soon as Haechan cracked and let out a loud laugh, Mark turned around and immediately recognized the culprits of this misunderstanding.

“Bruh,” Chenle let out throughout his charming ‘dolphin laugh’, “You had the job – I was just messing with you.”

Haechan pouted, approaching Jisung to ruffle his hair. “My sweet, small, dumb idiot…how much I love you.” He placed a sloppy kiss at the corner of his head, making Jisung immediately try to scrub it off.

Jisung scowled, upset he let himself get fooled by his best friends. “At least I got a girlfriend from it…” He mumbled, more to himself, but forgetful of how Jeno’s ears can pick up on anything. It was from my ASMR stint, Jeno would say.

“WHAT!?” He exclaimed, as if Jisung getting a girlfriend would happen the day pigs would fly.

“I sent you to make a café recipe, not a love potion!” Chenle cackled even more; while his fellow friends made him explain what happened.

By the time the store closed, Jaemin gave Jisung the ‘talk’ and warned that although they spent nights in each other’s rooms before, Jisung and you must be ‘safe’ and ‘protected’.

People always say the first people you become friends with at university don’t always stay friends for life. People tend to clash, find their hobbies, and go different ways. But Jisung was lucky. He met you; his best friend and now his other half. And despite the annoying prank Chenle made that wasted hours of your time, Chenle was right; the Hamji Choco Latte was basically a love potion as it brought the hidden infatuation you had for each other to light.

Now, every time he picks you up from your lecture hall, he brings one extra-large chocolatey drink to share.

“Email sent out to residents of NCU Hall:

Dear residents of the second floor,

The person who has been stealing cultlery and food has been identified. Victor Cho will be coming by to return any items that may have belonged to you.”

Jisung screamed at the top of his lungs when he got this email. “I TOLD YOU SO!”

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nct-oli · 3 years

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I also miss atots! I wanna read your ramblings so may I ask what are some of your head canon for phutian whether it’s during the series or post-series.

HI!! You’re so sweet. I am so sorry that I haven’t responded to this sooner! Life got really hectic, and it honestly kind of stole my creativity, to the point where I read this back when you sent it, but I could not think of a single headcanon at all.

But I’m here and I’m going to finally talk about some because I rewatched ATOTS with a friend and it sparked some headcanons in the process!!

1) This is probably my biggest headcanon. Phupha and Tian wrote emails to each other during their two years apart. I’ve seen some people say letters, and of course letters are super cute and classically romantic. Plus they are fitting given that’s how Tian was communicating with Phupha when he returned to Bangkok. But the reasons I like emails for them are:

Getting letters domestically to a rural village is one thing, but getting them internationally without some of them getting lost feels a bit less likely. And I think Tian and Phupha would know that. So emails are a more consistent and reliable form of communication.

Obviously Phupha can’t access the internet from the village, but you know who does have internet? Dr. Nam. I very much love the idea of Phupha strolling into the clinic every so often trying to be all cool and not at all giddy to check for a new email from Tian, and Dr. Nam never, ever letting him use the computer without a lot of proud best friend teasing. Remember when Phupha went to Dr. Nam to ask what a scar on the chest would mean? Yes, just like that, except regularly. (And when Phupha doesn’t go to Dr. Nam’s clinic, he could go to town to check his email too.)

This part doesn’t really fit the canon storyline at all given Phupha was still gazing at the only photo he had taken of Tian two whole years after taking it and also Phupha never told the children where Tian was. BUT think of the photos they could send each other. Tian sending photos of himself in various places in the US, his hand with Phupha’s ring always visible so Phupha can be there with him for every adventure. Phupha sending photos of the kids as they grow, the tea sachet business (or whatever the villagers end up doing with Mr. Sakda gone), the very rare selfie by a rather self-conscious chief... sending physical letters limits the number of printed photos they could send each other. Plus printing photos may be a bit easier for Tian, given he can just print them at a nearby Walgreens or something, or even have them ordered online. But that would be tougher for Phupha, needing to leave the village and find somewhere. So emailing photos back and forth would be easier.

Imagine Tian printing every email sent back and forth and collecting them. Imagine him in the library with the biggest smile on his face, printing out emails to and from his mountain boyfriend back in Thailand and his university friends watching him with the most confused but intrigued eyes. I love it. I love that idea.

I remember there being discussion post-finale about whether Tian and Phupha communicated in that time at all. The discussion revolves especially around how at ease they seemed in their Pha Pun Dao cliff reunion and they didn’t quite act as though they had been fully apart for two whole years. And I fullheartedly believe they had contact, even if very infrequent. I think they found a way. And while I do think letters are incredibly romantic and fitting, I just have this fondness to emails. Maybe it’s a result of watching We Best Love recently. I’m not sure.

2) Tian chose to go to the US ultimately on his own. Now, we all know his mother is the one who picked the university for him and “sent him away.” But I do like the idea that, after coming to terms with the fact that maybe running away to Pha Pun Dao immediately wasn’t the best plan, especially if Phupha wanted to forget him, he grew to like the idea of going abroad. It would be his chance to have probably as much freedom as he could get. He wanted to go to the US before he died (episode 3 conversation with Tul). He could take time to himself, without the influence of anyone else, and figure out just what he wanted for his life. And when Phupha showed up at the airport and they got their true feelings out in the open, Tian didn’t feel like his family was pushing him away from the man he loved and the life he wanted; he felt that he had agency in choosing the US and asking Phupha to wait for him, to give him the chance to figure out this new chapter first. I find comfort believing Tian didn’t board that plane feeling resentful but instead feeling hopeful. And when he returned, he wasn’t filled with regrets. He was filled with excitement that he was returning home to Pha Pun Dao and Phupha right on time. (Plus Phupha had more confidence when Tian returned to him that he truly wanted to be there in the village with him, because despite literally traveling the world and seeing so many options available to him for places to build his future, Tian still chose Pha Pun Dao.)

3) The teacher’s house remains Tian’s home too. Hear me out: I don’t mean full time. I’m obviously a massive softie for domestic PhuTian, so I want him to still stay with Phupha. And Phupha probably can’t leave the base permanently, as he’s the chief and needs to be there regularly for his rangers, so the two of them can’t move into the teacher’s house fully either. But Phupha’s room is quite small. I love the idea that Tian still escapes sometimes out to the teacher’s house where it’s quiet and he can still have his own space. A space to lesson plan, to take the students when they need a new environment, to feel connected to his three original months in the village when he fell in love with the people and his person (Phupha). That house was his home, and while Phupha’s place is now also his home, I like the idea that Tian still keeps that house for himself too. At least so long as it isn’t needed by anyone else. (Also, if Phupha and Tian need space, well, there’s no Yod out there to start knocking.)

4) This semi-connects to the last one. When Tian and Phupha finally get married, they have a ceremony in the village and Tian convinces Tul to stay a night in Pha Pun Dao. His parents come to the wedding too, but they stay in a hotel in the city, where Tul stays some nights except for the night Tian gets him to stay with him. Tian and Tul stay in the teacher’s house, and Tian tells him all about his many nights sleeping there. Tul is, well, not convinced of its appeal at first, but watching Tian share his stories with the brightest smile, he decides he can warm up to it a little bit. And after seeing Tian with Phupha, with the kids, and with the rest of the village, and finally understanding how perfectly Tian fits in Pha Pun Dao, it starts to make sense to him why some of the luxuries don’t matter to Tian anymore... will Tul himself ever move to a rural village like that? Absolutely not. He’s not convinced that much. But the joy that village life brings his best friend and the glow he exhibits is enough to leave Tul content for one night on a hard mattress inside a mosquito net in the middle of seemingly nowhere. (No but really, imagine the chaos of Tul trying to live in Pha Pun Dao for a night. I want to watch that so much.)

5) Okay, I hope the couple that got married have a child and that child goes to school under Tian’s teaching. Or someone else in the village has a child. Imagine Tian getting a new student and having to navigate a classroom with early teenagers and a tiny kid. (Headcanon within a headcanon: Tian did a LOT of research during his two years abroad specifically on multi-aged classrooms because he knew he wanted to return to Pha Pun Dao one day and would need the skills.)

6) Longtae and Tian most definitely go on that trip across the border that Longtae wanted (just a couple years late). And they have the best time. Longtae tells Tian about any new stories from university. Tian shares stories about his students and tries not to talk about Phupha too much but occasionally can’t help it, to which Longtae smiles brightly like the cute bestie he is. And the two of them get the CUTEST photos that Longtae prints for Tian immediately when he gets back to the city.

All of these headcanons are for those two years away or after he returns. I’m trying to think of some headcanons for the show prior to ep 10 part 4/4...

6) OH this doesn’t necessarily have to be before ep 10 part 4/4 in the timeline, but Phupha and the rangers apologize to Tian and the villagers for not telling them about Torfun’s death sooner and that burden being left for Tian to carry instead. I just want that settled.

7) HERE’S ONE FOR WITHIN THE SERIES TIMELINE. At the wedding in episode 4, Phupha didn’t deny it when Dr. Nam called Tian Phupha’s guy. So yes, of course Dr. Nam started calling Tian that all of the time, to which Phupha did eventually argue against but he secretly liked hearing it. His guy.

8) I’m back to going outside of the timeline again... all of my headcanons are for after the series it seems. Oops. But Tian most definitely brought the kite to Pha Pun Dao with him, and it hangs very proudly on the wall in their room. Tian tells Phupha about how he had it flying back at his family house in Bangkok, how seeing it blow in the wind brought him comfort when he felt homesick for the village and for Phupha. That knowledge had Phupha smiling for the rest of the week.

I’m running out of ideas. I kind of wanted to hit ten, but I just don’t have ten headcanons off the top of my head. BUT if I think of anymore, I’m sure I’ll post about them somewhere. Maybe I’ll even write a ficlet about some of these... I used to write those here and there, way back when... we’ll see.

Thank you again for your message, anon! You are a wonderful human. I’m sorry for taking so long to respond, but I didn’t forget about your message or ignore it. I just couldn’t get my brain to give me anything to respond with! I hope my rambling was sufficient for you. <3

(Also man, I miss writing about ATOTS so ridiculously much. This felt so familiar and also kind of sad. Phupha, Tian, villagers... come back to us. I miss you.)

#phutian #phupha x tian #a tale of thousand stars #atots #1000 stars #anon #I miss ATOTS so much every day #I just rewatch episodes and EarthMix interviews trying to pretend the show didn’t actually end

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teamatsumu · 5 years

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Harmony

Summary: Post endgame. Bucky and the reader find it hard to be on the same wavelength.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,253

A/N: My first fic after the hiatus had to, understandably be just mild and fluffy. hardcore stuff will be coming soon babies, don’t worry. till then, hope yall like it!

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The last few weeks had been some of the most bizarre and hectic ones in your life.

Of course, you knew it wouldn't be easy returning the world back to its former glory after 5 years of nothing but sorrow and emptiness. There was a lot of work to be done. Plus, the compound was in absolute smithereens after the fight with Thanos and his army, which meant a shit load of cleaning up. Entire residences that had been evacuated after the blip and had to be reinhabited. Businesses to be started up, schools to be reopened. There was so much to do, it could make anyone's head spin.

Being one of the few Avengers who had survived the snap and had lived the last five years in New York, it naturally fell on you to supervise the process of getting life back on track. You took it on wholeheartedly. In retrospect, you think that maybe you hadn't anticipated how tough the job would be. Or maybe it was Tony and Nat's loss or Bucky's return that had completely addled your brain, leaving you unable to judge how difficult the task actually was.

But no matter how exhausting, you appreciated it nonetheless. It reminded you of your struggle, of how far you had come, of the many years you had spent completely lonely, craving the company of a certain blue eyed soldier. They could dump all the work in the world on you, it wouldn't matter. You would move mountains all morning if you had to, as long as you could walk into his arms at the end of the day.

Today was one of your rare Sundays off, which meant that you didn't wake up until the sun was shining directly into your eyes, the light sharp enough to wake you from your slumber, eyelids screwing shut and an involuntary groan leaving your throat. You heard a chuckle behind you as you pulled the blanket over your head, making a smile appear on your face despite your disturbed sleep. There was some shifting, and then you felt hard, cold metal fingers run gently over your scalp, carding through your hair under the blanket. You felt yourself go limp under the touch, enjoying the shivers that went through your spine.

The room was dead silent, the only sounds being the tick tick tick of the wall clock, and the low clicking of metal as Bucky's arm moved. For a second, you could pretend that the world had stilled, time had stopped moving, as if there was no reality, nothing. Only you and the comfortable warmth of Bucky just behind you.

"Why are you awake?" You asked, voice merely a whisper, unwilling to disturb the silence around you.

"It's almost noon, doll." He replied, voice scratchy and low. It made you smile more, thinking about the many, many nights you had heard it in your head, trying to convince yourself that he was here when he wasn't. You felt the similar panic of Bucky's absence come back, a feeling that had lived in you for five whole years. Even though he was here now, you still couldn't shake it at times. You shifted and turned to lay flat on your back, hand reaching up to interlock your fingers with the ones that had been in your hair.

"'Mhere." He mumbled, well familiar with this response now. As someone who understood trauma unsettlingly well, Bucky had quickly realized how his absence and loss had impacted you. He had gone beyond all expectations in helping you heal. And you couldn't be more grateful.

You felt lips press gently to your forehead, heart squeezing at the gesture.

"You want breakfast?"

You nodded, smiling, feeling the mattress shift as Bucky got up. You sighed as you watched him leave, back bare and grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low, not that you were complaining.

Ten minutes later, you wandered into your modest kitchen, watching Bucky hum as an egg sizzled in the pan. You had barely sat down on the counter when he placed a plate before you, followed by a coffee mug.

"Just the way you like it." He smiled.

You hummed a thank you and waited for him to join you at the table before you dug in, loving the smell of sausages and eggs as you shoveled some into your mouth.

The coffee was uncharacteristically sweet, making you pull a face after just one sip.

"Did you put sugar in this?"

Bucky nodded and continued eating.

"Uh, I don't take sugar anymore."

He gave you a look, raising an eyebrow. "Really? Since when?" He stopped chewing as comprehension filled his eyes, nodding slowly. "Right. Five years. Sorry."

You giggled a little before getting up to make another cup. Bucky often forgot that he'd been gone for half a decade instead of just one second, like he'd felt it to be. He often forgot that you had spent five years without him, that you were five years older than you used to be. Things had changed since the last time you'd been together, understandably.

"Sorry." You heard him mumble, making you shake your head and plant a kiss on top of his head.

"It's no big deal, babe. It's just coffee."

You knew it wasn't just coffee. You knew it bothered Bucky sometimes, that you two had lost the harmony you used to have. It would be okay over time, of course. You just had to brave through it. Until then, these awkward occurrences would have to be dealt with.

You had decided to go for a walk out in the city after breakfast, maybe go all the way to Central Park. It was nice and sunny outside, not too hot, nor too cold. You didn't want to waste the day by sitting at home. For the first time in five years, New York wasn't depressing anymore. You wanted to take advantage of that.

It felt weird, holding hands with someone after so long, even though it felt good. You both walked over crowded sidewalks, bumping into each other more than you bumped into other people. It made him laugh.

"What is up with you?" He gave you a look, making you shrug.

"Sorry, it's been a while."

"Since you walked?" He teased, earning a little slap on his arm.

The crowd thinned a little when you two turned on a side street, Bucky humming softly as he swung your entwined hands. Peaceful was the only word you could describe it with, as well as slightly bittersweet as you remembered the times past. You had missed him so much, it almost hurt to think about.

"We should go down to that bookstore you love so much. It's still there right?"

You nodded slowly, feeling your smile falter. "Yeah, it's still there."

Bucky noticed the drop in your mood, raising an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

"I don't really want to go there." You admitted. "It- reminds me of when you weren't here. I'm sorry."

Bucky nodded slowly as your pace slowed, giving you a little smile. "That's okay. We'll do whatever you want."

You sighed, feeling an uncomfortable twist in your stomach. You hated this. Hated having to ask and tell and question and doubt. You and Bucky hadn’t been like this since the beginning of your relationship many, many years ago. When did it get so uncomfortable?

Oh, right. When he was gone for five fucking years.

You two ended up just walking to Central Park, grabbing some tacos on the way and sitting in the grass with your food. The incident from before was long forgotten among jokes, stories and laughter, and for a while, it was like nothing had changed at all.

It was late afternoon by the time you two decided to head back. The walk was silent but peaceful, and you two didn't say a word until just a block away from your apartment, when you ran into someone.

"Y/N! Hey!"

It was Terry, walking over to where you and Bucky were walking. You smiled at the sight of him, dropping Bucky's hand so you could hug him.

"Terry! Hi, wow, it's been a while."

You two separated and he gave you another dazzling smile. "Yeah, ever since everyone came back. You've been pretty busy, I heard."

You laughed a little and nodded, turning to take Bucky's hand. "Buck, this is Terry. He was in my support group, before you came back. Terry, this is Bucky."

"We finally meet." Terry grinned as they shook hands. "Heard a lot about you, man. You're very lucky. She wouldn't shut up about you in group."

You hit him jokingly on the shoulder as both him and Bucky laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“It’s great seeing you. I’m glad to see you’re doing so well.” His smile grew softer. Terry looked better too, you could tell. He shifted a little, saying something about being in a rush, to which you nodded.

“I’ll text you and we’ll talk. Same number?”

He nodded, saying his goodbyes and waving before he walked away. You and Bucky resumed your walk home.

“He seemed nice.” Bucky spoke up, making you hum in agreement.

“He is. He lost his best friend in the snap. Last I heard, he came back but I don’t know much else. We’ll catch up some time.”

The rest of the walk was silent, uncharacteristically so, but you only realized how quiet Bucky was being when you had gotten home. You pursed your lips in thought as you stared at his turned back, watching him remove his shoes.

“Buck? You okay?”

“Hm.” He sighed. “I’m fine. Just-” A little hesitation. “I just feel like there’s so much I don’t know. It’s kind of disturbing.”

You sighed, knowing this was coming. Maybe now wouldn't be a good time to talk about it. You didn’t know exactly what to say to him. You hadn’t really found time to process it either. You watched Bucky stand up straight and run a hand through his hair.

“It’s a little weird Bucky, I know. But it’ll be alright. We’re just a little wonky.”

“But-” he bit his lower lip, stepping closer to where you sat on the couch. “Why is it wonky? I mean, I’m still me. And you’re still you. All that’s happened is time passed. Why is it changing us so much?”

You could feel just a little tendril of annoyance creep into you. “Five years. It’s a long time. You can’t have expected everything to be exactly the same.”

“Of course not.” His eyebrows furrowed. “But it’s like I don’t even know you.”

You shook your head, running a hand over your face. “You do, Bucky. I’m me but five years older. That’s it. I don’t know why it’s bothering you so much.”

You could tell that your words had struck a nerve. You could see his jaw tick all the way from across the room, and you instantly regretted your words.

Shouldn't have said that. Should not have said that.

“Excuse me for wanting to know my wife. But wait, I can’t do that because said wife’s too busy nowadays.”

Your eyes widened. “Seriously? Is this your attempt to hurt me? Because if so, it’s not working. All it’s doing is making you look childish.”

“I’m being childish?” He pointed to himself incredulously. You stood up, scowling.

“Yes, you are! You keep whining how tough it’s been for you but what about me? I lived for five years without you! I had to deal with all that loneliness and loss and thinking I’d lost you forever. And you? You did nothing! You had to wait for what, one second? Screw you! I had to wait five years!”

You gulped in a breath, feeling tears prick your eyes. The living room was silent as you slumped back down on the couch, burying your face in your palms. You heard Bucky shift, the couch sinking next to you and a heavy arm falling comfortingly on your shoulders.

“‘Msorry.” You mumbled, voice coming out high and weird under the effort to not cry.

“No, no. I’m sorry. You’re right. My problem isn’t even a real problem. I blew this way out of proportion.”

You shook your head. “Don’t dismiss something that’s bothering you. I was only thinking about myself. It’s my fault.”

You felt his chest shake a little as he chuckled. “We could go around in circles all night. Let’s just call it even, okay? We’ll work this out. We saved the whole world, didn’t we? This’ll be a piece of cake.”

You felt a smile stretch over your face, looking up at him. His eyes were the brightest blue you’d ever seen, so familiar and safe.Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned forward, lips pressing softly and firmly against your own. You sighed at the feeling.

“We’re so stupid.” You grumbled, making him laugh.

“Agreed. Now c’mon. Let’s haul our stupid asses to bed. I’m too tired from all the walking.”

“Can we watch a movie?” You asked as Bucky detached himself from you, both of you standing.

“Up?” You both suggested together, grinning widely at the synchronicity, making you giggle.

“See?” You nudged him as you two walked to the bedroom. “We still got it.”

His resulting poke in your ribs made you yelp, laughter filling the house as Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut behind you two.

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And Then There Were Three (Part 5)

Title: And Then There Were Three

Rating: Mature.

Warnings: Smut; rough sex, dirty talk (vulgar language this chapter), choking

Summary: After catching you with Jooheon, Changkyun becomes distant. You’re determined to find out if he’s as jealous as you think he is.

Note: See masterlist for parts 1-4!

Just as you were able to read the shifts in Jooheon’s moods, you could do the same with Changkyun, but he was less subtle about it.

There was a heat that radiated off of him when you came near, and not the kind you were used to. His tone was deep and curt when you spoke at work, though it wasn’t unusual to appear casual in your professional environment. But this was different. This read like anger.

You hadn’t had the chance to be alone with him since he walked in on you and Jooheon at the dorm. Their schedule was getting hectic again and they barely had the time to breathe, much less do anything else.

“Do you think he’s avoiding me?” You asked Jooheon in a hushed tone as you stood at the back of the room, looking busy with accessories.

Jooheon shrugged, feigning ignorance, but when he glanced at his friend you could see his gears turning.

“If he was upset about it, I feel like he would tell us. He’s not exactly shy about his feelings.” Jooehon offered with a small, reassuring laugh.

“Has he said anything to you?”

“Not really.”

You sighed, knowing you would have to bring it up to him eventually.

For now, you focused on your job, or at least tried to. Every day, you asked yourself if this was a mistake, if all the fun was worth the turmoil you might find yourself in if someone got too jealous. You didn’t understand why now, when he had never once expressed even a hint of it before. He made it apparent since day one that it was exclusively physical, and he didn’t even bat an eye at sharing you with his best friend and co-worker. If anyone should be okay with it, it would be him.

There was more to it than that, though. You couldn’t help but think back to what it felt like being alone with Jooheon, his care and precision, his tenderness and his words. He didn’t treat you like a thing to be discarded and it was becoming apparent that you were more than a physical fancy to him.

He could hardly help himself sometimes. The way that Changkyun felt compelled to seduce and play with you, Jooheon often had to stop himself from being too affectionate. It was getting to the point that the others teased him about it, and that didn’t help your situation with Changkyun one bit.

The worst part was that you liked it. You blushed and felt the slightest hint of butterflies from time to time that you put a great deal of energy into squashing. Catching feelings was the last thing you needed, and you were convinced it was only because it had been so long since you felt something other than lust. Plus, there was this profound sense of guilt you had for it, like you were cheating on Changkyun somehow.

Just as you were formulating a plan for how to approach him, you received a message out of the blue. He would be alone tonight and he wanted you to come over. The abrupt and welcoming message threw you off-guard, but you happily accepted the invitation.

When he invited you in, his cold demeanor hadn’t changed much, and you wondered what his intentions were. You were anxious, watching him put something on the TV and meander around the kitchen before coming to sit next to you. He was surprisingly relaxed, but you could feel the invisible wall he put up, even if he didn’t realize it.

“Are we going to talk?” You asked after a few minutes of silence.

“About what?” He asked almost too quickly in response. His gaze was hard-set into you as he turned and you felt challenged. That’s when the fear started to dissipate and boil up into anger. You had nothing to be sorry for.

“You know, I don’t appreciate all this attitude you’ve been throwing at me lately.” You said sternly, and you could tell he didn’t anticipate push-back this early into the conversation.

“I’ve barely spoken to you.” He laughed, and there was something smug about it that only pushed you further. You remembered being in relationships in the past and just knowing that a fight was brewing, and this was exactly like that.

“You’ve been passive-aggressive for over a week now, will you just tell me what's wrong?” You sighed, already exasperated. You thought being in a physical relationship only meant that you could escape these kinds of conversations. Apparently not.

He turned away and you could see his jaw tighten, like he was holding back.

“Is it about me and Jooheon?” You asked, knowing that was the only thing it could be.

He looked back again just as quickly, eyes narrowed. “Maybe it is, but what does it matter?”

Finally, something you could work with.

“You couldn’t just tell me you were jealous?”

He laughed, “Who said that?”

“Oh my God,” You rolled your eyes and reacted with your entire body. “This is exhausting, why are men such babies about everything? Just communicate like an adult, Jesus. Why are we even fighting? We’re not married, this is pointless.” You rambled, not even looking at him because you were lost in your own frustration. When you stopped, he was half-smiling at you.

“I like when you get all flustered.”

You blinked and closed your mouth, then scowled as the words sunk in. “What?”

“You’re right, there’s nothing to fight about. I got a little upset about it, so what?”

“Oh, so you’re admitting it now?”

He edged himself across the couch so he was closer to you. “Fine, you want the truth?”

“Preferably,” You nodded.

“It wasn’t anything as petty as jealousy, I don’t get jealous.”

You narrowed your eyes, unsure what to make of his response, but curious to let him continue.

“I felt something different, and I didn’t really know how to process it quite yet, so I took some time to myself to think about it.”

He reached up and ran a finger from underneath your chin across your jaw line, his eyelids hanging low. You felt your heart rate speed up and cursed yourself for it.

“And what was that?” You asked quietly.

“I felt, hmm,” He mused for a moment before grinning. “Possessive.”

You swallowed the sound that threatened to part from your lips. Instead meeting it was an inquisitive “Oh?”

“I don’t own you.” He clarified, then let his eyes drift down, “But I do, don’t I?”

It was all part of the game. Realistically, out in the waking world, you were two capable adults with independent minds and the freedom to feel and do as you pleased. But once the door closed and you were under him, you knew you would let him do almost anything. It was the dynamic you both agreed upon from the first night, letting go of your inhibitions and self-imposed restraints and letting him have the control. It was the thing you longed for, the thing that kept you coming back to him.

“I’m a rational person, so I knew I couldn’t just be upset with you over something so normal and something you have every right to do.” He explained, then his voice deepend as he leaned in closer, “But I also couldn’t help picturing all the ways I was going to make you mine again.”

That word, mine, echoed in your head. Someone else had also uttered it to you in a moment of passion recently, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You had two people who seemed to want you desperately, and while you knew logically this was dangerous, it also excited you.

“You put me through all this just to tell me something I already knew?” You asked, and he smiled.

“Would an apology help?”

You thought about it for a moment before answering. “I think that’s fair.”

He took you swiftly by the wrist and stood up, tugging you along. You fumbled for a moment before you stood and let him lead you to his bedroom.

You barely had time to process what was happening, one minute arguing on the couch and now here he was sitting you down on the edge of the bed, leaning down and kissing you before he knelt on the floor in front of you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, his hands trailing up your bare calves, up to your knees where the bottom of your skirt stopped and rested over your thighs. He then gripped your legs and pulled them up off the ground, causing you to lose balance and fall back onto the bed with a squeak. He pushed your legs open and the skirt fell back, too, exposing what was underneath.

“I’m apologizing.”

The initial shock wore off and you felt your cheeks warm as he laid a hand over your clothed center and pressed, teasing you for a moment before slipping his fingers underneath and feeling between your folds.

“Hm, you’re already wet but I know you can do better than that.”

He gripped the fabric and pulled it hard, forcing your legs up and together to rid you of the garment. When you let them fall back on either side of him, he wasted no more time, pushing your thighs apart and ducking his head down to taste you.

A sharp moan left you without warning and your hands fell to his hair. It had been a long time since he’d done this, and you almost forgot what his tongue felt like bearing down on your clit, rolling over the flesh and sucking you into his mouth. Changkyun abandoned this stimulation to travel downward, and you gasped unexpectedly when his tongue forced its way inside you, hands pressing back on your thighs to get deeper. Your fingers gripped his locks tight as you arched back and almost couldn’t take it.

He pulled back for a moment, mouth glistening as he observed you, a low satisfied hum emanating from his chest.

“Look at what I do to you, you’re a mess.”

You blushed and closed your eyes tightly, feeling both aroused and embarrassed, and could only moan in response.

“Turn around.”

His voice was gruff as he stood up, and you let your feet fall gently to the floor as you sat up and stared up at him in awe for a moment. He was undoing his belt, looking down at you as he licked your juices off his lips.

“You heard me.”

You quivered as you went to turn over, and as your knees hit the bed he was already yanking the skirt and the rest of your clothing off you. Suddenly you were naked, kneeling on your hands and knees and arching your hips up as you peered back over your shoulder.

He had discarded his own clothing and took his hard cock into one hand, stepping forward and deliberately brushing it against your entrance. You mewled and pressed back, trying to let him enter you, but he resisted.

“Do you want it bad?” He asked with a smirk.

You thought about making a sarcastic remark, knowing he was enjoying playing this game with you, but instead you countered him the only way you knew would actually make a blow to him.

You reached back and pulled yourself open, biting your lower lip and giving him a wanton yet demure stare. “Yes, please.”

His eyes darkened and the smile fell away from his face, he let out a rough, low sound as he grabbed your hips and aligned his cock with you.

“I know I’m not the only person who can turn you on,” He started before leaning forward, sinking his cock deep into you just as he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back so his lips came as close as they could to your ear, “But I’m the only person who can give it to you like this.”

With that, his hips snapped into a pounding rhythm, fucking you like only he could, hard but with intent, making you grip the sheets in your hands and your legs to tremble. This was the moment when you were his, when he made it clear you belonged to him, at least for right now, and you embraced it. You craved it.

The harder he fucked you the weaker you became, arms starting to wobble in an attempt to hold yourself up. His thrusts were unrelenting, like he had been storing up all his energy just for this moment.

The hand that still held your hair dropped down to your shoulder and he stopped briefly to pull you up. You wavered, dazed and shaky as you fell back against his chest and his arms circled under yours. One came up to lock your throat in his hand, and the other forced itself between your thighs, slick with your arousal. You groaned and arched against him, not sure which one you liked better.

Then he started to move again, thrusting up into you steadily, burying his cock to the hilt before letting gravity pull him back out just to do it again. His fingertips found your clit and he rubbed circles around the wet, swollen flesh as his other hand tightened around your neck.

“All of this is mine,” Changkyun growled against your ear. “Your body, your pleasure, your cunt. I own this.”

He was always rough, always commanding and always made you feel like you were his, but this was different. Unlike his typical playful candor, he sounded serious. The passion and possessiveness was overwhelming, somehow equal parts terrifying and exhilarating and you didn’t even consider stopping. Instead, his consuming words rasped heavily into your ear were pushing you toward a toe-curling, full body orgasm you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to.

You felt so exposed like this, nothing to hold on to, so you reached back and dug your nails into his thighs as your pleasure mounted.

“I can’t,” You near-sobbed, trying to tell him you couldn’t hold on anymore.”I’m-it’s too much.”

He knew, he could read your body like the back of his hand; your shallow breaths and clenching muscles, slurred words, all tell-tale signs that your end was near.

“Don’t hold back,” He said through his teeth, “Give me what's mine. Come for me.”

You sucked in a lungful of air as your eyes slammed shut, body pulling taut, then released it all in a long moan, bowing into him, squirming in his arms as you pulsed around his cock and sank your nails deeper in his skin. As you rode the last wave, he released you, letting you fall forward onto the bed and grabbing onto your hips to pull you flush against his pelvic bone, spluttering moans against the back of your neck as he came deep inside you.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, collapsing face first on the bed and wrapping your arms under your head, breathing hard and dripping sweat. Changkyun managed to hold himself over you, but rested his forehead between your shoulder blades and panted against your moist skin.

He finally pulled himself from you and fell heavy on the bed next to you, and you peered up from over your arm.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, eyes glassy as he stared up at the ceiling, trying to control his pounding heart.

“For what?”

“I kind of got out of hand there,” He rolled his head toward you and forced an awkward laugh.

“It’s okay,” You rolled over on your side facing him, cheeks tinged with pink. “I liked it.”

The humor eased from his features as he looked at you for a long moment. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“I sort of lied earlier,”

“Oh?” You gave him a curious look, though you could guess what he was going to say.

“I may have actually been a little jealous. I was just trying to save face before.”

“I mean, the way you just fucked me made that abundantly clear.”

For the first time in all the times you had been with Changkyun, he blushed.

“I didn’t want to be petty about it, I don’t know what came over me.” He looked away. “It was fine when it was the three of us, it felt more like Jooheon was just an addition to something you and I already had. But when I saw just the two of you….” He trailed off with a sigh.

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, it was nice to see him vulnerable for once.

“How did it happen?” He asked suddenly, looking back at you with a sense of urgency, to your surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean did you call him? Did he call you? I’m curious.” He said, trying to seem vaguely interested but you already knew it was more than that. You decided to humor him.

“I came over to talk to him. He had been acting distant, as you recall, and I wanted to know why.” You answered with a half shrug.

“Why was he distant?”

“Same reason you were. Feeling a little jealous and being too proud to just talk to me about it.” You smiled and he had a laugh at himself.

“This is going to sound weird, and probably selfish, but..” He faded out, waiting to continue.

“But?” You encouraged.

“What does he have that I don’t? I mean, what does he do, that makes you want to be with him?”

You hadn’t expected that question, but it did seem natural now that he asked it. His ego was hurt, he was used to being the one who satisfied you, the one you came running to for your urges.

“It’s...different with him. Not necessarily better, just different.” You tried to explain.

“Care to elaborate?” He asked, becoming visibly antsy to find out.

“I don’t know, he’s ...tender.” You struggled to find the words. “It’s not rough but it's passionate. And it’s not boring, but it's kind of soft and makes me feel precious.”

Changkyun’s face looked troubled as you spoke. “That makes sense.”

“Like I said, it’s not better. I like what you and I have, but sometimes I just want-”

“You want to feel loved.”

You blinked at him in surprise. The word love was troublesome to you. You had thought you were in love, once. It was foolish and naive and ended terribly, so you decided you would avoid those feelings if at all possible. But maybe he was right? Maybe you missed that feeling. But that didn’t mean you were in love, or that Jooheon-

“Jooheon is in love with you.” He spoke bluntly, cutting off your thoughts. Now your eyes widened even more and you spluttered out a laugh. “What? No…”

“He hasn’t told me or anything, but I can tell.”

You couldn’t believe that at all. Maybe he had a crush on you, but love?

“The problem is,” Changkyun reached out and pushed a stray piece of hair away from your eyes.

“I think I might be, too.”

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High School AU!

Roman Ryder:

Junior, second semester

Theater kid, but has never been the lead (in his freshman year he actually got a callback for the school musical and the director told him they were seriously considering casting him in the lead role, causing Roman to panic and spend that night in his room crying)

(He ran into the choir teacher’s room the next day asking for his name to be taken off the audition list, it was the only semester he didn’t do theater)

(He was crying because he felt like he was letting his teacher down and was disappointed in himself but just the idea of being in front of so many people made him want to throw up)

Clearly has some issues with self confidence and potentially a bit of anxiety, but began seeing a therapist in his freshman year after the callback incident and has been slowly been working on building his confidence

He decided to try again his second semester and has been in every school musical since, though he’s specifically requested to not get the lead because it’s still too much for him. The director is very understanding.

His dad and brother come to every one of his performances, and he can always hear Remus’ whistling loudest in the applause during curtain call

His friends usually come too, and knowing that they’re all proud of him really boosts his confidence

(Especially when he’s standing on the stage during the curtain call and sees Virgil clapping and smiling wider than he’s ever seen, looking so genuinely proud. Roman cried backstage after seeing that his first time, which may be slightly related to the fact that he’s had a crush on the boy for a while now)

His mother manages to make it to almost all of them, even though it’s difficult considering her hectic work schedule (she’s a trauma surgeon at the local hospital)

Despite popular belief, he does pretty well in school. He has an A in every class except English (He’s barely passing with a C)

He loves writing, but he doesn’t like having his creativity stifled with the strict guidelines of the essays they’re forced to write, and the old fashioned novels with outdated concepts they’re always forced to read in his class (not the typical high school assigned novels, more obscure ones that their teacher is convinced will eventually rise to popularity)

Loves writing in his spare time, mainly short stories

Multiple short stories of his have been put on the school website, though always under a pseudonym because he doesn’t feel comfortable with the idea knowing it’s his work they’re reading (he only submitted the first one because hardly any students even check the school’s website, but he could never be too careful)

His real passion, though (besides theater/singing, of course) is photography. Loves finding beauty in the world around him. Wants to be a photographer after college, ideally for natural geographic

HE. LOVES. ANIMALS.

Like, all animals. Dogs, bats, fish, literally any animal. He’s not picky.

He and Remus own a pit bull named Emma who he absolutely ADORES

Owns and can play a guitar, but tends to only do so in the late hours of the night when he can’t sleep. Not really a super prominent hobby of his.

Only ever officially came out to his family and close friends, the first of which being Logan. (It was really awkward at the time but Roman laughs now, thinking back on how disastrous such a simple conversation became) (Logan was completely accepting, that wasn’t the problem, Roman was just a disaster and Logan was painfully blunt, but we don’t talk about it) Everyone else just gradually found out through the small pride pin on his backpack or his pride vans he wore often

Remus Ryder:

Junior, Second Semester

Is actually a pretty good artist, his emotions aren’t always super clear or understandable to him and his thoughts can be kind of erratic so it’s a good way to express what he’s thinking/feeling

Is a really good cook, usually his group of friends will hang out at his house after school and he’ll cook dinner

Sometimes he adds interesting ingredients to try and “spice up” the recipes. Usually these ingredients worry the others, but he actually ends up making amazing creations most of the time. Trust his creative process people.

(There was that time Logan had to stop him from adding strawberry jam to spaghetti. And the time Logan had been sick and Remus had ended up putting 2 jars of pickle juice into a chili recipe. They ended up ordering pizza that night.)

(Sometimes he asks Roman to help because he feels like they aren’t quite as close as when they were kids, they’re in the same friend group and talk often but it’s not quite the same as when they were younger, but he’d never admit)

(Roman pretends to be annoyed, but he secretly enjoys spending time together just as much, getting to talk about things they can’t always talk to their other friends about)

Wants to be a graphic designer when he grows up, he really enjoys making art and worries that if he just made it a hobby he would forget about it or not have the time.

He knows how much Logan likes talking about his interests, so he makes a point of looking up the things Logan talks about a lot so Logan actually feels like he’s having a conversation. (Of course, they’re all very Remus-y facts. Logan went through a HUGE ocean phase earlier on in his junior year, so Remus spent HOURS researching the creepiest fish that lurk lower in the ocean, but it’s really the thought that counts. Logan doesn’t mind his gruesome details so it’s a win-win.)

Oh and of COURSE Remus has a huge crush on Logan. Unlike the others, he doesn’t necessarily try to hide his crush. He just usually turns it into a bit of a joke, acting like he’s “jokingly” flirting with Logan because, despite his chaotic nature, one of his biggest fears is rejection so he doesn’t actually plan on confessing any time soon.

He did really well in science after freshman year. He loved Biology and Chemistry, which surprised everyone at first. That’s curently the only class he has an A in.

He drags his friends to go camping at least once every summer because he really likes camping. He can be as chaotic as he wants and there’s nobody to judge him. (Well, his friends are there but he knows that they’re not going to judge him.)

He tries to make bets with his friends a lot. Even over dumb things. He’s a money hungry little rat boy.

He’s not big on extracurriculars but he is a part of his school’s art club/honors group after school. He once did an extremely detailed painting of a green octopus, which won him first place in the district-wide art competition.

He is banned from Pixie Stix. Permanently. They used to have them a lot at sleepovers, but two separate times Remus mixed all 4 flavors and snorted them, then whined about his nose hurting for like an hour. After that they banned Pixie Stix.

Doesn’t really like traditional reading much, but he has a small collection of comic books that he goes to if he’s bored because they keep his attention much easier.

Logan Sharpe:

Junior, second semester

Is incredibly good in school but hates the public school system

Pays baseball, started in Little League as a kid as bonding time between him and his dad, then slowly began to enjoy having a way to get his energy out after spending hours sitting in desks at school and more time doing homework

He has a specific baseball bat that he’s had since he was a kid (it wasn’t his first bat since that was a flimsy plastic one, but he got it when he was pretty young) and he doesn’t actually use it often (unless he feels like he needs luck, it’s his only superstitious thing yes he knows it’s not logical it’s just one small thing iTS FINE-) but he covers it in stickers

After his friends saw it they began buying any stickers they saw that reminded them of Logan, just as small presents whenever they felt like it. His bat is almost completely covered at this point, and he’s resorted to layering stickers over less important ones, but he doesn’t care. He’s just very happy his friends are thinking of him :’)

Wants to be a vet when he grows up, for him it’s slightly less emotional than dealing with human patients but still makes him feel like he’s doing good (people tend to think he doesn’t have many emotions but he actually enjoys helping others and making people happy)

Plus he really does love learning, and the medical field allows him to just expand his knowledge even further

He has study sessions with Janus every Tuesday and sometimes Thursdays if one of them really needs it, and he actually really looks forward to them. They don’t talk much, they spend most of the time silently studying or working on homework for their own classes, occasionally asking the other for clarification on something. He has a hard time studying in big groups, especially considering his friends’ tendency to easily get distracted, so he likes being able to quietly focus.

Usually they carpool home together after these study sessions, and talk together on the way home. It’s nice having someone who he can sometimes have simple small talk with, but sometimes they have serious conversations and it surprisingly doesn’t feel weird. Neither of them are great at opening up, and sometimes having someone who’s just as unfamiliar as you with something can make it a bit easier.

Surprisingly likes baking, his dad works at a bakery (if you can’t tell he kinda looks up to his dad) so he’s been around baked goods since he was really young and has a ton of recipes memorized by now. Sometime’s he’ll join Remus in the kitchen on sleepover nights. He helps Remus a bit with the cooking, and Remus returns the favor by helping him bake dessert for all of them. Plus this way he can stop Remus from getting distracted or getting a bit too crazy with changing recipes)

(One time Remus tried to add strawberry jam to spaghetti and Logan knew he had to put his foot down. It took 20 minutes of convincing but he eventually managed to get him to put down the Crofter’s. Logan loves jelly arugably more than the others, but there’s a time and place for everything)

(Somehow it was this exact moment when Logan realizes he liked Remus as more than a friend, and he has absolutely no idea how that happened.)

Usually when his friends are sad he invites whoever it is over to bake, focusing on something else makes it easier for him to try to understand what they’re going through and give thoughtful advice. Plus both the process and the treats at the end usually help cheer everyone up)

(Yes he has gotten into a cliche flour fight with each of the others at least once, and they’re actually some of his fondest memories. He felt so carefree in those moments, just letting himself be happy without worrying about any judgement or his image.)

He actually did officially come out to his friends, but it was pretty simple. He pretty much just said, “I know that the majority of you (actually all of them but a few hadn’t quite come out at the time) have already announced the fact that you are gay, so I’m assuming none of you will be offended by the fact that I am as well. Anyways…”

He just kinda… said it and moved on. The others were a bit shocked but just went with the flow. (of course they all supported him though)

(He had actually been just a bit worried about how the others would react. Hr knew that it was illogical, considering many of them were gay themselves, but he couldn’t help worrying, so he tried to just get it out and move on as quickly as possible. Their small gestures of showing they accept and care for him, such as Roman buying a rainbow-striped tie for him for his birthday, really make him happy because it validates his feelings and helps him understand there’s no need to worry when he’s with his friends.)

Virgil Alvaro:

Sophomore, second semester

On the school’s swimming team in the spring, has the record at their school for fastest lap with a breaststroke and butterfly stroke

Best friends with Patton, they’ve known each other since 6th grade and have always been practically inseparable

Orchestra kid, he’s played the violin since 4th grade (Even with his stage fright he loves the concerts, because he can feel proud and accomplished from his work without having to be in a spotlight by himself, with all eyes on him)

Longer, black hair (like down to his shoulders) but dyed a purple-pink gradient at the tips (He was originally just going for purple but while looking for reference photos online Patton saw a purple-pink gradient and loved it, and Virgil loves making his best friend happy)

(Plus he actually really likes the colors, but don’t tell anyone)

Does debate in the fall, he likes how it helps him see sides to issues he hadn’t considered before. Some friends told him it may help with his anxiety, and it makes him feel like people care about what he has to say

Loves showing up to support his friends in their extracirriculars (usually they all go together to support each other but even if the others can’t come he tries his hardest)

Will never admit it, but he’s a theater fan so he loves going to watch Roman’s musicals (and it’s not at ALL related to his tiny crush on Roman, why would you think that? It’s not even that big a deal we don’t even need to brING IT UP-)

Is a decent student, mostly B’s with a couple A’s sprinkled in. Used to be a straight A student but eventually kinda broke down because the pressure to get good grades was making his anxiety way worse, so after talking with his parents they told him as long as we was trying in classes and he was passing they were proud of him

Yes he was one of those gifted kids who had a high school reading level in second grade and got put in all the “smart” groups, but then got burnt out at the end of middle school. It’s why he’s such a perfectionist with his own work and it was a big contributor to his anxiety.

Absolutely LOVES history class, it’s been his favorite class since he was young

Is close with his history teacher (very sarcastic old man who somehow manages to be both strict on grading and one of the most fun, relaxed teachers he’s ever met)

He isn’t always great at having difficult conversations, so instead of formally coming out he just kinda started saying “haha same” whenever one of the others would make a gay joke, or commenting on how cute a guy in one of their classes was

Wants to be a teacher after college, he enjoys feeling like he’s making a positive differnece in people’s lives, and he’s personally dealt with unsympathetic teachers who didn’t have faith in him and only made his anxiety worse, so he wants to stop that from happening to other children if he can.

Also, he hates the school system almost as much as Logan, so he’s hoping being a teacher will give him the opportunity to try and improve the way kids learn, even if it’s just in his classroom

His hoodie is a comfort item for him, if he’s feeling extremely anxious and isn’t able to reach any of his friends to help him calm down usually fiddling with his sleeves or zipper helps calm him down pretty well (even if it’s usually only a temporary solution, as one of his friends almost always comes to help)

He likes to share earbuds with either Roman or Patton. As much as he hates to admit it, he actually really likes the musicals Roman listens to and he and Patton’s music tastes actually overlap at some points (cough cough MCR) and listening to music with someone else makes him feel less alone

Patton Myron:

Junior, second semester

Everyone assumes that he’s not very smart, but he actually has mostly A’s with only 2 B’s (woith those being Gym and History, it's hard for him to memorize specific dates)

Does tutoring on the weekends, his best subjects are Science and Math since they generally involve less memorization and are easy to understand for him

He joined band his freshman year and has loved it since, is first chair trumpet

Also does marching band in the fall, and always invited his friends to come sit with him and the rest of the band in the stands (he also convinces Janus to join marching band their sophomore year because he feels like they don’t talk enough, which actually helps the two bond)

Ends up getting a huge crush on Janus second semester of sophomore year.

Uses SO MANY emojis in his texts. He thinks they’re absolutely adorable, and the others are not big fans of emojis but don’t have the heart to be annoyed by it.

Virgil started using emojis ironically occasionally, and it made Patton so happy! (Eventually it was habitual, and he’s not sure when he started actually using them unironically)

Met Virgil in 6th grade when they were paired up on a project about bugs, Virgil cried because he was scared of leaf bugs the first day of the project so Patton tried to make him as comfortable as possible to help him calm down, and their friendship grew from there

LOVES fashion, he loves trying things out even if they don’t always look good. He saw that “gay brunch” meme one time and spent the next week at school dressing up in each of the outfits. Roman caught on immediately and did it with him on the last day. (His favorite outfit was the frog one. “It’s just so adorable and comfy and I love it!”)

YES, he’s worn skirts to school. Not often, but when he does he looks amazing.

He’s always trying to get Virgil to try out more color/”spice”, as he says it, in his style. He knows standing out is scary for Virgil, so every time Vee steps out of his comfort zone Patton’s super proud of him and makes sure to let him know. (Look I’m a sucker for sweet BFF Moxiety)

He listened to Virgil’s favorite bands once to try and relate to him more when Vee was going through a particularly rough time and ended up actually liking My Chemical Romance. He gets sad sometimes even if he doesn’t talk about it, so he likes that their music discusses that, but that band in particular also seems to have songs that show you life does get better rather than just convincing you to wallow in the sadness, especially on Black Parade and Danger Days (Ex. Famous Last Words). It’s morbid optimism but he loves it.

(Virgil actually cried when Patton told him, he had been really sturggling with his anxiety and knowing his best friend did that for him and actually liked his music got him when he was feeling extra sensitive. The two of them spent like 10 minutes fixing Virgil’s makeup in the bathroom, and only the two of them know about this.)

Never exactly came out, but is very open and proud. He has Vans that he painted rainbow that he wears at least once a week, among various other pride-related clothing and accessories.

Wants to be a nurse, he wants to do his part to make the world a better place

Gets a little overwhelmed when there’s too much noise, so he carries around a pair of earplugs to help keep him calm in loud classrooms/hallways.

When he gets sad (which happens more often than he admits) he does makeup. It’s a creative outlet that lets him get his feelings out, and he’s become amazingly good at it over the years. Occasionally he does makeup on the others, usually all together at sleepovers. (His favorite look he’s done was when he gave logan a galaxy-themed blue look. He was so proud of himself after that particular makeover, and Logan actually liked it!) He has the photo of all of them together in their makeup that night hanging on his vanity mirror.

One day Roman called him “puffball” as a joke, but now that’s sort of become his nickname within their group.

Remy Somnus:

Senior, second semester

Is head of sound for the tech crew in theater, has adipted all of the younger tech kids and will fight anyone who messes with any of his children

He’s the one who goes on energy drink and snack runs during tech week because that’s the only way the crew is functioning. None of them are sleepng or eating well. He even gets some for a few of his favorite actors (Including Roman, although Roman always tries to insist that Remy doesn’t have to do that for him.)

Him and Emile have also collectively adopted all of the others in their friend group (They’re the oldest so they have the right to) and HAVE turned into protective mama and papa bear over these children in multiple cases

He plays several instruments. Bass/electric guitar, flute (he was never a band kid, he just took private lessons when he was younger), the keyboard and the drums. He helped teach Janus when he was first trying to learn percussion

Wants to be a musician when he grows up

He's a vegetarian, and has been since middle school. He's been trying to learn how to cook from Remus so he can make his own meals rather than relying on Remus and Logan to make a vegetarian friendly addition to their meal of choice for him

Is not a morning person. Despite coming into school with Starbucks in hand almost every morning, it's still better to wait around 45 minutes after school starts to try and have a legitimate conversation with him, otherwise you'll likely just get grunting and mumbling as your response.

This bitch ADORES the vintage aesthetic. He wears his vintage’ ‘50’s leather jacket almost every day along with his sunglasses, and he has a whole collection of vintage t-shirts in his closet. Oh, and his record player is pretty much his most prized possession. When his friends don’t know what to get him for a present the go-to is always a record, and he loves it every time.

He does love older music, but he also listens to modern music so basically any album will make him happy.

He really loves cinnamon. He carries cinnamon gum around with him at all times. Some of his friends hate the smell, but they’ve learned to deal with it. Luckily, Emile also loves the taste of cinnamon gum.

He tends to spoil his friends. He goes all out for birthdays or gifts of any kind, and ALL of their families attend the holiday parties at his house because they’re the best.

Is honestly a total softie. Although he loves planning elaborate, fun dates, his favorite times with Emile are when the two of them just stay in, make homemade dinner and watch rom-coms together.

He also loves when they watch horror movies because Emile gets all scared and cuddles up to him for protection and it’s absolutely adorable.

Janus Cameron:

Junior, second semester

Patton convinced him to join the band his sophomore year (he was very confused at first because although they had been in the same friend group, he and Patton had barely interacted at this point. He had actually begun to wonder if Patton just didn’t like him), he plays percussion in both band class and marching band. He doesn’t always say it but he’s glad he and Patton became closer because of it.

He’s actually had a huge crush on Patton since end of freshman year, so he’s very happy that Patton at least considers him a legitimate friend now (Can you tell I love YEARNING and PINING)

He has an addiction to hot cheetos, you’ll hardly ever find him without a bag in his backpack. He doesn’t know how it happened but at this point he’s just accepted it.

Sometimes he forgets to grab a bag before school, and usually Virgil will run to get him some during lunch because he doesn’t like his friends being sad. Even if Virgil for some reason can’t one of the others usually will.

Has ginger hair but is kinda embarrassed about it so he usually dyes it black. Only his friends know his natural hair color and they’ve only ever seen his roots.

He also has freckles like every ginger, but they’re concentrated on the left side of his face. The right side has a typical amount, while the left has an extreme abundance of freckles. Nobody knows how it happened, but it did.

Loves. Sparkles.

He’s the kind of ultra sassy, dramaic gay that would adore sparkles and would absolutely rock them. For their sophomore winter formal he wore a black glittery vest, a yellow dress shirt, a black tie and black dress pants. (Patton literally swooned when he first saw him walk in, Logan caught it all on video and mercilessly teases Patton over it any chance he gets)

He reads a lot in his spare time. It’s calming and easy to lose yourself in. (Wow I really am projecting onto all of these characters huh)

His favorite books are mystery novels because he likes all the twists and turns and the satisfaction of the final reveal. However, he HATES cliffhangers. One time a book he was reading ended abruptly and what happened was unclear and he threw the book at his wall. It left a dent, and his friends point it out EVERY time they come over.

Sometimes when Patton, Roman or Virgil can’t sleep they call him and he reads to them. For Patton and Roman it’s super soft fluffy romance novels (that’s the only reason he owns any of those novels to begin wih. He really cares about his friends, even if he doesn’t show it) and for Virgil it’s sci-fi or fantasy because it really sucks him into a world completely different from his own.

Wants to be a marine biologist when he grows up. (Like Remus, he was a big fan of Logan’s ocean phase)

He obviously has a pet snake. He got her sophomore year and he absolutely loves her. Her name is Cuddles (Yes it was Patton’s suggestion. Janus loves the name too though.)

He loves video games and has a huge collection. He doesn’t have a lot of time to play, but he still tries when he can. Whenever his friends come over they end up playing all night because he has a bunch of old consoles. (Especially Nintendo. He owns every. Single. Nintendo. Console.)

He listens to jazz! Logan’s the only other one who really likes it but they add a few jazz songs to “The Playlist” anyways. (The playlist is what they play in the background whenever they stay over at each other’s houses, whether it’s for playing video games or cooking.)

Roman’s been trying to convince both him and Virgil to join the tech crew for theater so he has more friends in theater. Virgil’s pretty sold on the idea and plans to join his senior year (All it took was Roman’s puppy eyes and he had practically melted into a puddle and agreed on the spot). Janus knows it would be difficult while also doing marching band, but he knows he could work around it especially once marching season is over so he’s actually considering it.

Emile Picani:

Senior, second semester

Does both colorguard and winter guard, is the team captain. He joined as a sophomore and has loved it ever since.

He loves marching season, but he prefers winter guard because he loves having a full, detailed show

He also loves the weapon line! Saber’s his favorite (he’s also a really amazing dancer because he took gymnastics when he was younger so he’s frequently put on the dancing line), but he just adores the sport in general

Has been dating Remy since sophomore year (sophomore year was a pretty eventful year for Emile overall), people were confused at first but at this point it’s rare to see one without the other so everyone’s very used to it

Wants to be a therapist when he grows up (wow, shocker I know), has a high sense of empathy and wants to help people any way he can. He’s seen some of the people in his life struggle with mental health and he knows how difficult it can be, so all he wants is to make some people’s journey easier.

Loves cartoons, but is kinda embarrassed about it. He wears cartoon-related shirts, but he never openly talks about it unless it’s with people he trusts. (One time in freshman year a kid in the grade above him made fun of him for his Steven Universe shirt and Remy had to be held back from going after the kid)

Gets pretty good grades, mostly B’s with a few A’s. He knows being a therapist is going to require extensive work ethic so he made sure he had good work ethic early on in school so he’d be able to get through and get his degree

Blushes so easily. Literally the smallest compliment can set his face aflame. It's honestly adorable.

He just has that soft aesthetic. He loves cardigans, sweatpants, loose t-shirts, etc. He likes being comfy.

He has a whole wall dedicated to Funko Pops in his room. He’s even customized a few Funko’s to match some of his favorite characters that they don’t make figurines for.

He ALSO has a bucket of stuffed animals in his room, all of which he loves equally. He’s one of those people who worries about giving more attention to some of his stuffies than the others, so they rotate onto his bed. (He used to keep them all on his bed but he could barely fit so he developed this system instead.)

He and Remy try to have date nights at least once a week, like an adorable married couple. They really love spending time together.

One time on a date night they spent like 3 minutes just staring at each other from across the table at a restaurant with these goofy grins on their faces. This was pretty soon after they got together. The poor waiter had to bring them back to reality when he brought them their food.

(A/N: Wow. I’m really glad I finally finished this. I had this idea that was supposed to be a short introduction to these characters in this AU and ended up writing over 5K words. This is my first time writing anything fandom-related, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Big thank you to @coconut-cluster for giving me the encouragement I needed on the Logan sticker baseball bat idea, I was nervous and didn’t know how it would go. Thank you for reading!

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zankivich · 5 years

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 5

Hiya! This is the chapter when we get to figure out a little more of why Shawn is the way that he is. I’m not interested in villains for villains sake; I’m interested in complex characters in need of healing and kindness and also to maybe fight for themselves a little bit. I think this is gonna get very interesting if the thoughts in my head are anything to go off of. Also I try not to bug y’all too often but I am very very poor at the moment so if you did want to buy me a Kofi right here. That would be life changing. Ya girl got bills. K bye.

WARNINGS: sex without a condom (gotta wrap it up folks), a mini panic attack w/o much description, and just some general softness.

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s in the studio. It’s his happy place. He remembered being eight years old, just barely big enough to climb into the seat, but finding something magical about the sound board. His nanny used to pick him up from school and he would beg her to take him to where his dad was working. They only started letting him go once they realized he’d stop throwing temper tantrums. He thrived there. He listened quietly and he learned about how to track vocals, how to create rhythms and what actual sound waves could look like for a vocal. And then he was thirteen, and his dad brought this guy in.

He was in baggy jeans and a green sweatshirt. His guitar had a plus sign on it, and there were scratches against the body where he’d strummed too hard. The sound guy told him his name was Ed Sheeran. He was there to sing for his dad. That day changed his life forever.

He went from playing soccer every day after school, to playing guitar and creating covers. His dad happily put him in the guitar lessons and the piano lessons and the vocal lessons. It was the outlet he never knew he needed, but couldn’t live without. Shawn was always thoroughly convinced he hadn’t been destined for much. Was never smart in school, never particularly passionate about anything either. And since the day he was born, all he knew was that his dad was powerful and his dad had money, and that meant one day he would have the same. Not because of who he was or what he accomplished, but because of who his dad was. Music changed that for him.

“Hey, pull back on the reverb?” He suggested to the producer. “It’s clouding the vocal. Trust me.”

There’s a guy in the booth. His dad’s new golden star. Niall Horan. His first album had done twice the numbers they anticipated, and so after a North American tour to test the waters he quickly pulled him in to try and do it again. That’s why Shawn was there of course. To oversee the creative vision, and “provide feedback”. What it really meant was, his dad knew he could determine what was good and what was bad, so why waste his time when he could have Shawn do it. As far as his dad was concerned, he should feel lucky that he was even allowed to be a part of the process.

“Aye, this is just isn’t feeling right. I’m coming out.” Niall said from the booth in his thick irish accent.

There’s a room of writers, but it’s actually pretty organic in comparison to some of the other artists under his dad’s belt. Two of them are friends of Horan’s from home, who had followed him along for the ride. He plops down on one of the couches and reaches for a guitar. His fingers pluck absently at the strings and Shawn can’t help but glance over there instead of filling out whatever dumbass report his dad was asking him to fill out. There’s a redheaded woman on the couch who started playing alongside him. Another guy uses his lap as drums, and they just start jamming with each other.

It’s electric. It’s that thing that made his stomach lurch like he was at the top of a rollercoaster. It��s what left him more at home in his own skin than anything else ever could. The energy in the room actually shifts. He swears he can feel the music. Like actually feel every strum in his fingertips as if its his hands on the guitar. It’s authentic and real and they’re just playing for fun.

But, somewhere in there he remembers that this is all he’ll ever get. Just watching from the sidelines while everyone else gets to play. It breaks his heart. It makes him sick to his stomach. So sick that he leaves abruptly in the middle of the session crashing outside and choking desperately for air. This is what he got. A noose that always felt too tight, with the hope every day that he just might get the chance to breathe. This was it for him.

***

*Y/n’s point of view*

Shawn: I need you.

y/n: That’s gonna be a little difficult. I’m in Miami, remember? First show of the tour for Grande.

Shawn: Well when are you coming back?

y/n: I’m staying through the first week of shows to make sure all the kinks get worked out. No pun intended.

Shawn: I don’t think I can wait that long.

You were walking past the merch booth getting set up and stopped to chat with some of the people working it. You had a lot of respect for merch booth people, depending on the show--and the pop shows were always the worst--shit could get hectic and fast. They deserved tons more respect than they got, and you were happy to show them some.

You peered down at your phone and read Shawn’s text over again. It felt a little off, even for him. You had gone stretches of time without hooking up before. There were times where he needed to be in LA while you stayed behind in New York, times where you had one show in one city, while he had one in another. It hadn’t been a problem before. You always just found time when the two of you available, and went from there. Shawn hadn’t ever pushed it further than that before.

y/n: everything alright?

Shawn: my dad is satan

y/n: well retweet sis! We been knew that.

y/n: Sorry. I wish I could be there to relieve the stress. If you wanna hop on a flight and meet me in Miami feel free lol

You head for the sound check, checking in to make sure that that stage was being set up, so that meet and greet could go off without a hitch later. You nearly trip over one of Ariana’s dogs and die, but other than that it’s fine. There’s hours and hours of labor that have to go into a show before the doors ever open, before those kids every step inside to see their idol get up on the stage. It’s your job, along with a host of other incredibly talented and hard working people, to make sure that those hours seamingly don’t even exist. You don’t mind it. Back in the early days you used to go on whole tours to make sure your artists were taken care of. It wasn’t until you turned thirty that you realized slowing down a little bit was in everyone’s best interest.

When you’re not needed you set up in an office space to answer emails and check in with the office. The afternoon passes quickly, and before you know doors are opening up, and the kids begin to pile in. You’re backstage making sure the band and Ariana are good to go, when the tour manager comes up to you looking panicked and confused the way he always did.

“Hey, y/n! Sorry to bother you, but can I borrow you for a second?”

You clap hands with Ariana wishing her luck she won’t need before heading off with Mike.

“What’s up, Mike? Everything okay?”

He nodded. “Yea! It’s just that I got a call from the head of security at the back of the venue, and there’s a guest for you who doesn’t have a pass.”

“A guest for me? I don’t have any guests tonight. Did they catch a name?”

“It’s uh...It’s Manny Mendes’ kid? Shawn?”

“What?!”

Mike winced. “He uh, he told them you personally invited him. Guy must be charming, or they probably would’ve turned him away.”

Charming, your black ass. He was a nuisance is what he was.

“I didn’t personally invite him anywhere! Take me to this dumbass, please.” You groaned in frustration.

The whole walk there you’re just trying to figure out how the hell he managed to get here that fast! Who takes a back handed joke, and then actually follows through it? Shawn fucking Mendes. This man was going to be a thorn in your side for the foreseeable future. God, was he lucky his dick was big.

Sure enough, at the back of the venue at one of the stage doors, Shawn is sitting there with a couple of security guards. His hands rest easily in his pockets, and he’s telling them a fucking joke that has them laughing their asses off. Where was the justice?!

“Hey. Took you long enough.” He chuckled reaching for a duffle bag at his feet.

What was he moving in?

“Shawn what in the hell are you doing here?”

He stared at you incredulously. “You told me to come!”

“I was kidding! How in the hell did you get here that fast anyway?”

“Honey, we have a private jet. Surely that’s not surprising to you. What are you gonna turn me away at the door right now?”

Mike is still staring at you with nothing but confusion on his face. He probably had no idea you even knew Shawn Mendes, let alone enough to accidentally invite him to Miami. This was bad. This was bad, bad, bad.

Your gritted your teeth. “He is very unfortunately with me. Mike give him a pass.”

“Are you sure th--”

“Mike just given him the damn pass.” You sighed turning on your heel to disappear back inside.

Shawn keeps up with you easily with his obnoxiously long legs. Mike power walks behind the two of you ear piece and ipad still blaring.

“Mike you can run along before curtain call. I’ve got things here.”

It’s not an option. It’s a directive, and he quickly follows it leaving you alone with your headache of the day.

“You really call the shots around here, aye?”

“Little bit. Follow me.”

You lead him to the little office space you have in one of the green rooms, and quickly close the door before more people find out that the two of you are together. He takes a seat on one of the couches like he belongs. You want to pull your hair out.

“What in the hell Shawn?” You groaned. “We have rules. Very specific rules.”

“I know. Look, I know! But you offered, okay? And I couldn’t...I wasn’t gonna wait a week. I need this. I need you.”

That certainly was a little more honest than the two of you typically got with each other.

You paused to take a better look at him, and it isn’t the prettiest sight. The smile and witty laughter from outside was a thin facade to the bags beneath his eyes and the frown that’s evident now. He looks a little pale, like paler than usual, and if you didn’t know any better you’d say he hadn’t been sleeping well. You did know better. In fact you were starting to realize that maybe you knew him a little better than you gave yourself credit for.

You took a seat on the table in front of him, your legs knocking together in the small amount of space between you.

“What’s going on? And don’t say it’s just cause you’re stressed.”

He peered up at you, his fingers tapping anxiously against his thighs.

“Since when do you care? That’s not exactly within the parameters of our relationship now is it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Not all of us go through life only living based off of what we can take from others. I know it’s a wild concept to you, but some of us? Some of us can actually be decent human beings.”

“Great so I’m a piece of shit and you’re a saint, is that it?”

“Why are you trying to fight with me? Don’t be a child; stop deflecting. Just tell me what the hell is wrong, and maybe we can fix it.”

“You can’t fix it, y/n. I’m stuck. I’m always going to be stuck okay? There is no fixing me.”

He looked exhausted. And it wasn’t the hard day at work exhausted either. This looked bone deep in him. You couldn’t tell if this was something you’d just never noticed, or if he was letting down a wall for you to see behind for the first time. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it. There wasn’t time to work through why that was, or what it meant for you to care enough to want to fix it. You just knew that you didn’t like it. That’s all that mattered.

You reached forward, your fingers pushing at his knees to make more room for you to straddle his lap. His hands immediately came up to rest on your ass, and you slid your hand over his heart. It was beating like crazy. He just needed to slow down. He needed you to help him slow down. When you kissed, his fingers dug a little more deeply into the flesh of your ass. He groaned softly against your mouth and pulled you closer. It wasn’t necessarily that you didn’t kiss at all in the time that you spent together. Shawn had no problem dominating your mouth. It just so happened that in a relationship built on dominating your body there were a lot of other things you could be doing than kissing.

His lips were still heavenly though. He knew how to tug at your jaw, how to pull you in closer and run his tongue perfectly along the roof of your mouth. It was as intoxicating as all the other things he seemed to be able to do with his body. Only instead of quickly moving to the next phase the way that he usually would, he kept you there a while longer. His lips moved against yours and your arms wrapped tight around him. You could feel his shoulders release beneath your touch, could feel his hands relax against your ass. By the time he flips you to lay your body down against the couch, fingers already tugging to get his jeans down his thighs, your lips are buzzing, and you feel kind of lightheaded. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Tell me what you need.” You whispered against his lips. “Tell me how to please you.”

“Need to be in you. Right now.” He muttered reaching beneath your skirt.

His fingers found their way between the fabric of your underwear, gently nudging between your folds where you were already wet. He tugged the thing band down off of your legs and tucked them into his jean pocket.

He groaned softly plunging his middle finger inside. “You’re always wet for me. Know exactly how to be good for me.”

He curved up and to the right, rubbing quickly against your walls to get you where you needed to go. This wasn’t about foreplay. This wasn’t a scene. There was no plan here. It was frantic and a little messy. But you liked it. You liked it more than you knew what to do with.

“Are you my good girl?” He panted jerking his finger up and down to touch the thing inside of you that made you thrash.

“Yes. Yes, I am. Please, Shawn. Please?”

“The faster you cum, the faster I can get inside this pussy.”

His bicep tensed and his breath came out in harsh pants against the side of your neck. His fingers won’t stop, won’t let up, and your body gives him exactly the reaction he wants every single time. It’s like magnets. Like he knows exactly how to touch you to make you scream. And you do. Always.

His thumb rubs circles on your clit and your body practically melts. Your back arches and your moans get higher as your orgasm hits. Not one to ever be outdone unless it’s by himself, Shawn withdrew his fingers and immediately pushed his way inside of you. The stretch alone in conjunction with the weight of him pressing you down into the couch was enough to heighten your orgasm to a place it’d never been before.

“You’re so fucking tight, shit y/n.”

“I can’t fucking breathe--Shit! it’s so good!”

The arm of the couch provides a kind of leverage you couldn’t get if you prayed for it, and Shawn’s taking full advantage. There’s something different in the way that he handles you. He’s a little more desperate than you’re used to. His hips are less skilled precision and more broken lunges. But you love it just the same. Push your hips up against him chasing something similar, chasing a high that will take you both straight off that cliff together.

“I love being inside you.” He whimpered against your chest. “Nothing feels like you. Wanna give it to you so good.”

“You do. You fucking do.”

His teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder and it drives you up a fucking wall. You dig desperately into the couch with your heels and cry out for him. It’s fast and dirty and not at all like what you’re used to. It’s just him, just him in all your senses. And you just wanted to give that back to him tenfold.

“Want you to cum for me again. Want you to come while I shoot my load in your pussy.”

“O--Okay. Okay I’ll cum, just please keep fucking me just like that. Please, just like that”

He pushes himself up onto his knees and moves your thigh up so that your knee is pressed against the arm of the couch. His dick doesn’t even make sense at this point. It’s like amnesia. Dick amnesia. But, he does this thing where he twists his hips every time he pushes his way back into you, and it makes you cum like a waterfall. And the second you’re cumming, his thrusts deteriorate into quick, rugged slaps against your sex. When he peaks, it’s euphoria for you both. Absolute Euphoria.

For a while neither of you move except for the pounding of your hearts in unison with one another. You can’t feel your toes, and it’s so sensitive to feel him inside you in this way. It’s not just good sex it’s a feeling that he gives you in wide abundance. You feel complete with him on top of you. Sated and fulfilled and taken care of.

“Wow.” He chuckled leaning down to kiss you roughly. “That was incredible.”

You giggled. “Yea. We’re good at that. Real good.”

He slides off your body and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes. He comes back with some damp paper towels and cleans tenderly between your legs.

“It’s not my egytpian cotton, but it gets the job done.” He chuckled.

He already looks entirely different. There’s color in his cheeks and his eyes have that obnoxious sparkle shit that they do. You like him a lot better when he looks this way. And there’s a part of you that feels a sense of pride at being able to bring that out of him.

“Thank you, kind of.” You snorted softly.

You fix your skirt while he pulls his jeans back up. You can’t help but notice you managed to yank the neck of his t-shirt horribly out of place somewhere in the midst of your climax. The least you can do is grab him one of the merch shirts. It hits him in the face when you toss it, but that’s at least a few more seconds you have to calm the hell down.

“What’s this?”

“Figured we didn’t want people asking questions. Put it on, I’m sure there’s still some more of Ari’s set left.”

His eyes widened a little and he stared back at the t-shirt before looking back up at you.

“You want me to stay?”

It’s your turn for your eyes to widen and for the ground to become more interesting.

“You don’t have to obviously. You got what you came for. Ari, just puts on a really good show.” You mumbled.

“No I--I’d love to see the show. Haven’t seen her since Coachella.”

He changed quickly out of his t-shirt, sliding on a God Is A Woman shirt instead. The outfit change is a good one in your estimation.

“Great now give me my underwear back.” You murmured resituating your lanyard that got you in everywhere around your neck.

“Oh. Yea, no.”

You looked up at him and there he was leaning against the same part of the couch that he’d rammed you again not ten minutes ago. His long legs crossed in a similar fashion to his arms across his chest. That confidence was just obviously roaring in his system all over again. He was back, just like that.

“Excuse me?” You asked, eyebrow raised and pointed.

“I’m gonna keep them. Kinda want you to think about the fact that you won’t have any panties on all night, and I’ll be the only one who knows. Every time you have to yell at someone to do their job right, every time someone from the crowd bumps into you, it’ll just be you and I who know that you’re my good little girl. So I’m gonna keep them until I’m ready to give them back to you.”

And just what in the fuck does someone do with a speech like that?

“Yea….okay.”

You leave the greenroom behind in the hopes that no one will be able to tell what was done in there that night. Instinctively you reach for his hand and tug him along behind you to get the pits. It’s a sold out show, so there’s definitely a hell of a lot of people there, but you make it work nonetheless. With only the first half of the show missed anyway there’s still plenty of talent left for him to see.

At first you thought that you needed him to see what you were capable of. Ariana was all talent, all vocals, and iconicism, and magic. But, it was you that brought it all together, you who coordinated every little piece to make sure it all ran together without problem. Before you met Shawn, before ever deciding to do the little arrangement he schemed for the both of you, there had been a need to prove yourself. It came with the territory as a woman, let alone as a Black woman in a white male dominated industry.

Something happens in the middle of the show though, when the moon hangs from the ceiling, and her voice is belting out through the whole arena. You peer up at him watching the show, and there’s no ego to be had. It’s not like when other music execs come to visit shows, and they're just looking for a way to upstage you. He’s just there. Enjoying every note and letting the vibe of the crowd fill him in that way that you loved and cherished about live shows. It’s the first time outside of the bedroom that he eases the tension for you, that he gives you a sort of metaphorical pat on the back to say, “you don’t need to stand tall. Put that away for right now.”

You take a deep breath and let your head rest against his shoulder before there’s even room to think about it. Before you lose the moment, before the tension finds a way to ease back into your body, he wraps his arms around your waist from behind. Ariana keeps singing. The crowd keeps screaming. And he doesn’t let up until the lights come back on.

***

“Where are you staying tonight?” You asked, trying to pay attention to the break down of the venue happening around you.

“Wherever you’re staying I guess.”

You peered over at the way that he was leaning against one of the barricades, still dressed in his God Is A Woman shirt, with a smirk upon his lips.

“So fucking cocky, all the time.” You snorted. “I’ve got a lot of work left to do here. I’m always the last to leave from a show.”

“That’s fine. You want me to head up to the hotel, or should I wait behind for you?”

“You’re really staying huh?”

“Told my dad I’m doing research. I think he’s found a new intern to screw, so he’s not really checking in at the moment. I could use a little vacation.” He hummed. “You want me to go?”

You bit your lip and ran your fingers over your waist where his hands had touched. It was dangerous letting him in like this. You knew it. You had to know it.

“No I don’t want you to go.”

He smiled softly. “Guess I’m not going, then.”

“Guess not.”

“Besides if I left?” He murmured stepping forward to cup your hip intimately. “When would you ever get your thong back?”

Bastard.

It’s well past one in the morning before you get to leave. Your feet hurt and you really need a shower and the hotel can’t come fast enough. There’s a car around back waiting for you, and Shawn trails right along side you with his louis vuitton duffle bag that again just reeks of unnecessary indulgence, but you let him have it this time. The soft leather seats of the BMW and the gentle shake of the car is enough to lull you towards sleep. You were the queen of sleeping on cars. Touring life was perfect for you. What you weren’t used to was having someone beside you too as you made yourself comfortable.

“Are you falling asleep right now?” Shawn chuckled.

“I’m just resting my eyes.” you mumbled heading leaning back against the headrest, eyes closed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be plenty well rested for sex later.”

“Yea...Okay.”

*thirty minutes later*

“Honey, wake up.”

“Mmmm...No.”

“No?”

“No. I’m comfy, Ti. Leave me alone.” You whined snuggling deeper into her shoulder.

“As much as I have a feeling Tianna could kick my ass, I don’t think our biceps quite look alike. I am definitely not Ti.”

Your eyes popped open in shock alerting you to the fact that you wrapped your whole fucking body around this man’s arm and he had done nothing to stop you. The gal! The injustice!

“What are you doing? Why did you let me do that?” You gasped detangling yourself from his grasp.

He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t ‘let’ you do anything. Your body tends to have a mind of its own. Apparently even in slumber. We’re here though, princess.”

Sure enough the hotel is there staring back at you from the window. You had really fallen asleep. And he had let you.

“Shit. Okay. Let’s go.”

The hotel room is neat and pristine. You won’t be there nearly long enough to do any damage to it. Shawn places his duffle next to yours and starts his routine that he always does at night. His watch comes off. The bracelet. The rings. And it is insane the effect that it has on your body. Your spine straightens. And he turns to look at you over his shoulder, curls extra fluffy without any product in it, and it just runs through your body like a fucking current.

He makes his way over to you and his fingers skim your chin like it’s fine. Like he’s not shirtless in front of you with a six pack and perfect wisps of chest hair. You kind of wanna ask him if the women he sleeps with ever don’t want to get undressed in front of him, but then a yawn leaves your lips and that thought gets left far behind, along with the moment.

He smiled at you softly and tapped your cheek.

“Look you’re exhausted. Why don’t we just wait for the morning. It’s no big deal.”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist to keep him with you.

“It’s fine. I swear.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s really not. Let’s go to bed.”

“Shawn--”

“I said consent at all times didn’t I?” He interrupted. “You’re too tired to consent. We’re not doing it.”

Too tired to consent. That was certainly a new one.

But the way that he settled himself into his side of the bed told you negotiation wasn’t an option. And you were fucking exhausted. So, you crawled beneath the blankets and let your body relax for only the second time that night. How odd for it to be that both of those times were because of Shawn? And what the hell did that mean?

His scent was in your sheets. It was on your skin and in your nose. He was there. This all consuming force that just seemed to fill the space around him infinitely. To the point where you barely felt like you fit in the bed beside him. And yet he sometimes looked so small that you wondered how he could ever fill any space at all. You couldn’t ignore the look on his face in the green room. The exhaustion. The smallness. What was up with that? And why were you thinking of him so damn much anyway?

“You’ve gotta shut your mind down to actually fall asleep.” Shawn mumbled from somewhere in the dark.

You rolled your eyes. “Thank you for mansplaining sleep to me.”

“I’m not--just...Look, what’s on your mind?”

“Nothing. What makes you think there’s something on my mind?” You asked defensively.

“I just can hear you fucking thinking from all the other way over here. Why do you have to be so stubborn all the time?”

“I’m not stubborn!”

You had one of those out of body experiences where you actually hear yourself speak, and it subsequently proved his point. Rude.

“It’s genetic.” You murmured softly. “Sorry. I guess I uh I’m just not used to having someone else sleep in bed with me.”

“Well thank you. We fall asleep after fucking most times though?”

“Yes well there’s a difference between being fucked into a coma and just lying beside the person.”

He took a deep breath. “Do you want me to leave? I can just go get another room.”

“No it’s fine! It’s fine. I swear. I’m just...adjusting.”

“Fine. You...adjust, then. I’ll try not to breathe too much and disturb you.”

It was a long night.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

The sun fills the room and it’s a complete and utter nuisance to him. Too early. Too bright. Too not cuddly. So he snuggles his face back into the warmth and ignores it for a little while longer. It’s the most well rested he’s felt in months. So well rested that he doesn’t want to leave, doesn’t want to be without this warmth that he’s never felt before. And why would he? Why would he ever want to leave this?

He opens his eyes and all that he sees in brown. Cocoa brown with deep red undertones that light up beneath the sunrays. It’s the first time he’s ever woken up before her, her mental clock seeming to always pull her out of bed before his dick is even awake let alone his mind. The fact that she’s asleep is a miracle within itself. The fact that he gets to look at her while she does it feels like maybe a little extra miracle on the side.

There’s a freckle on the divet in the small of her back that he’s never noticed before. Her bonnet to cover her hair is the same color as her nails and there’s a part of him that needs to know if it was a conscious decision or not. Knowing y/n, it could go either way. The covers had slid down her back and he’d wrapped himself around her at some point in the night. And it was somehow the best night sleep he’d had in so long. No sex. No ropes. No lube. Just sleep.

He wasn’t dumb. Something was different. Something had been different from the very beginning. His hooks up didn’t sleep over. He didn’t fly to anyone, ever. Hell, he didn’t even drive to anyone. Uber was practically part of his foreplay in life. How the fuck did he end up in miami grabing her waist while Ariana Grande scerenaded them by fucking moonlight? He didn’t do this. He didn’t grab hips if he wasn’t fucking. He didn’t tell a woman he’d rather sleep then have sex with them. He needed to end this. And fast.

However . . . she was still asleep. And the sun was still just coming up. So what was really the harm in lying there a little longer? He pressed his arm back over her waist, thumb rubbing smoothly into the skin of her tummy. He’d get up in just a minute, would end it in just a minute. For sure.

*three days later*

“I will be back in less than a week.” She says.

“It will be over in no time.” She says.

“Stop fucking biting my thighs while I’m answering work emails!” She says.

After a break full of rushing her off to different rooms with locks on them in the venues so he could get his head between her thighs, it was finally over. His dad had finally called to ask why the hell his new Director of Talent Management was nowhere to be fucking found. It was time for him to leave, which meant days before he would see her again. Which was fine. Totally fine.

“So hear me out,” He argued as they drove to the final venue, he’d get to see her out. “I just think maybe Tianna should be taking me into account when she’s making your schedule. That’s all.”

She snorted. “I am not going to ask that woman to schedule dick appointments for you.”

“They’re not for just me! I’m thinking of you here too. Had I not taken off from my busy schedule to come to Miami, you might have actually combusted.”

“Women can go longer than twelve hours without sex Shawn. It’s yall who act like the world will explode if somebody doesn’t touch your dick for two seconds.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “I’m just saying it might be nice to know that you’re gonna be gone for weeks on end, ya know?”

She peered over at him from her phone where she’d been working away. She seemed to work harder and longer than anyone he’d ever met. Even more than his dad, which is explained why he couldn’t stand her.

“You could always...hook up with someone else while I’m away.” She said.

Her eyes are curious, watchful. There’s something behind the question that she’s asking, but he doesn’t know that on account of him being stupid. All he knew was that women didn’t just offer up the opportunity to sleep with other people. Even his past hook ups grew easily attached. It was his main reason for never repeating. Who was this woman?

“What makes you think I’m not, already?” He asked trying to match her eye contact.

She bit her lip. “The fact that you’re here right now.”

“Are you...hooking up with other people?”

“What if I was?”

He broke his gaze, not having it in him to keep staring at her. She was definitely stronger than him there.

“Whatever. Wouldn’t matter. ‘Snot like we’re together.”

She nodded. “Exactly.”

“Yea, exactly.”

The rest of the ride is silent. She was getting dropped off at her venue to continue on with Ariana through the rest of the week. He was heading back for NYC to get back to work. It would be a few more days before she flew back home. But, that was alright. He could wholeheartedly find other things to fill out his day. He didn’t need her at all.

The car pulls up to the arena and she pauses before she exits the car. She looks back at him like she’s waiting for something, like she expects him to say anything else. He doesn’t know what to say, just completely goes blank under her stare. She smiles at him.

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

“Bye, y/n.”

***

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sweet treat | rio+luke

Date: Prior to the full moon, week of 6/1/20 Location: Coffee Plus Summary: The two bois have a conversation over muffins and drinks. They both carry many scars that hold great pain and the two seem to understand they are a little broken, but they find great relief in that they can speak freely without judgement between them. @3starsquinn

Luke hadn’t been in the coffee shop in a long fucking while. The smell almost made his mouth salivate. There was something truly delicious and unique about coffee shop scents, almost like the bakery or his pizza shop. He waved towards Rio with his good arm, and greeted the other with an easy smile for looking exhausted. “Listen, I’m so excited for this drink. I need the energy,” he huffed a laugh, “you really going to order a hot chocolate? I love it. Let’s get some carbs too.”

If nothing else, Orion was just happy that Lucas was safe. Ever since the two had spoken, Rio couldn’t stop thinking about it. He had known about Lucas from the moment that he had met him. He was cursed with that knowledge, in a lot of ways. He never wanted that ability, never wanted that awful intrusion into someone’s personal life. The same ability that people like his parent’s and other hunters used to get a one-up on people like Lucas and try to kill them. The thought, the fear that this could have been done by his parents, made Rio sick to his stomach. But Lucas had been adamant that he wanted to worry about something else. Rio couldn’t blame him, so instead he would entertain it. Let them meet for food. Maybe discuss what Rio had accidentally texted him like some idiot. “Yeah, uh- I don’t really drink coffee.” Rio laughed nervously, rubbing at his neck and hopping in line with Lucas. “But they have really good hot chocolate here so it’s all good. So you’re looking great, all things considered. The recovery seems to be going… speedy.”

“I look okay? Good. Everyone else keeps telling me I look like shit--,” Lucas teased, and had to laugh a little. “I’m sleeping half the day away and eating the rest, but the time off and doing that cycle with some physical therapy has helped immensely. I’ll be in the shop this week. Back to business so long as I can make sure things are safe for my customers.” Luke waved lightly to the person behind the counter and ordered a sweet drink and a bagel with cream cheese, and two muffins and waited for Rio to order and moved to a table to wait. As if on cue, Luke yawned, and he rested his palm on his cheek and gave Rio a look over. “School is almost out right? Few more weeks? Are you going to be busy with summer?” He asked, trying to keep it somewhat light, even if they both knew they needed to talk about important things.

“Are you kidding?” Orion laughed incredulously. From what he had gathered from the team at the pizza place, Lucas had gone through some terrible things and been gravely injured. All because some hunter thought that he had the right to harm or kill something that was different than himself. It infuriated Rio, but more than that it terrified him. He hated that they could get away with this. He just wished that he could stop them. “Considering what you went through? You look great. I’ve looked worse after far smaller things.” Rio had gotten way better at handling pain, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t get to him. “We’re all super excited to have you back at the restaurant though!” Rio ordered a hot chocolate, undecided on if he should order any food. Nothing here would fill him up. He may jump back in line later or grab something else later on. “Classes actually wrapped up. Finals were a couple weeks ago. I’m signed up for Summer classes, but I have a little break before those start so for now things have been slightly less hectic.” He had spent most of that time obsessing over the demon visions he had been seeing, but no reason to bring that up. “I’m just happy that you’re recovering and are coming back to us soon. We can use your expertise.”

“Mhm,” Lucas didn’t like how that sounded, as if there was insinuation that there were times where Orion was hurt and hadn’t handled it well and didn’t have help. His mind toyed with seeing the scars on his arms, and Lucas’ stomach soured. There was a gentle frown on his usually grinning face, “what I’m going through is bullshit. And it’s taken me a long time to be able to see that.” He said it like he was also wanting Rio to say the same thing, as if maybe they both were being dumb softies and should have some back up. “I’m going to shut it down for a week, have it deep cleaned, do some repairs, and restock it properly. Rework the menu and get the business back end caught up so just a heads up. I’ll need all the help. I’m hiring a few more people too, I want the place packed.” He pondered more on what he wanted to say, or more how to say it. “So,” a knowing glance. “You sorta understood what happened to me, Rio?”

It took him a long time to be able to see that? Orion had no idea what Lucas was going through, but maybe their situations weren’t too different. Of course, they couldn’t be too similar. Rio didn’t discount what he had gone through, but he could still recognize that he held a certain advantage. Regardless of the pain, Rio had heightened healing and he grew up in a house where he wasn’t constantly afraid of being hunted and killed. Sure, he was afraid for plenty of other reasons, but he had some privileges as a hunter. “I get that.” Rio sighed. He didn’t know what else to say about it. Instead, he tapped her fingers nervously against his cup and tucked a stray piece of pink hair back under his ball cap. “That’s great! I mean, as long as that’s what you want to do. I’m really excited for it. Can I come in and help? While it’s closed?” He was technically hired for prepping, something that wouldn’t exactly be required if there were no customers to prep for. It wasn’t that Rio needed the money, he had way too much money right now actually, with two jobs and a roommate that refused to let him pay rent. But it didn’t matter. This entire meetup all boiled down to one thing, Rio knew that. The talk that they needed to have. “It was more of a theory, if anything.” Rio waved his hands and avoided eye contact. He couldn’t exactly tell Lucas about him being a hunter. Not after Lucas had just been attacked by one. “It’s stupid I just- I’ve seen stuff like that before. People getting attacked for no reason.”

“You can, it will probably be fun to flip everything on its head for a day,” Lucas commented about the pizzeria. It was due for a small update, it’s looked the same for seven plus years now. The main issue Luke had that was difficult to stomach, but one he was sort of forced to push forward with was his anonymity. He’s technically still missing, but the police records and hospital would have put him here to make it easy to investigate his whereabouts if someone really wanted to learn about it. At this point, he was in a rock and a hard place with it. So he was going to just see how it went. Not dart and hide, pull up his hoods, and shop at night. This was all going to start with Yum!Pizzeria, all his employees would know his name, know his face. No more hiding in the kitchen, doing everything. It was a big change. “I’m sorry you see that shit,” Lucas’ stomach once more balled up in a knot. He just wished for once some of this younger generation could live without so much damage to process. Thinking about the kids crying at the ice cream shop when those people after him shot it up. Luke’s lip snarled lightly before he took a sip of his drink. “People all have opinions on what should be done around here. At the end of it. You just have to survive.” Luke wasn’t interested in this being an interrogation, and ultimately, he was already more worried about Rio than himself. “What have you seen? Do you believe it all?”

Orion preferred to think about the restaurant over their other conversation. He wished they could have moved back to that subject instead. Talked ideas for cleaning and a new menu. Maybe discuss the plan for new employees. Instead, they were stuck in the conversation of Lucas’ attack. Or rather, why Rio knew what he did about it. Judging from the look on Lucas’ face, he seemed just as hesitant to talk about it as Rio was. “Eh. It’s life. Not a very fun part of it, but I think I’m in a better situation now.” Maybe. He had still gotten involved more than he wanted to in the town’s dangerous under dwellings. But at least he was doing it free of the obligation to kill. “Just because people have opinions doesn’t make them valid. Opinions are for coffee versus tea. Not whether or not something should die.” Rio grumbled, the thought of hunters viewing their views as a simple opinion made Rio furious. “I grew up in this town. I’ve seen way more than I could ever want to see or try to believe. It’s… most of the stuff isn’t even fathomable. But it’s there. I- It sounds like gibberish. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” Rio rubbed at his temples and continued to his neck, dragging the palms of his hands across his face. He wasn’t make any sense. Trying to be indirect just wasn’t working. “Just- What I’m trying to say is I’ve grown up knowing what this town is like. I know about hunters and what they do. So when I heard about it… well I just assumed that they were involved.”

“I see,” Lucas got a little bit of an answer, and it was enough. “It’s okay. You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m not looking to make this difficult between us. I’m actually a little relieved you might get why this wasn’t some random thing. I’m sure the rumors have been weird to hear without me being able to be honest.” He said, pushing the muffin’s towards Rio as a small peace offering, and split the bagel apart. White Crest cranked out many different people, supernatural, hunters, and humans, and it wasn’t unknown to Lucas that some people here knew more than they should ever have too. Especially those who grew up here like himself too. “There is a lot out in the world,” he sighed a little, taking a decent bite of the bagel and wondered how many regular people here were affected by what went on around here. It wasn’t entirely fair to them. “My situation isn’t about life or death. Luckily? Who knows,” Lucas said, “but I wasn’t asking all this to put stress on you okay? Just, wanted you to know that I’m open to listen you about stuff too. I won’t laugh at you over it. I grew up here too. I get, that this place can be a lot on the mind.”

Orion accepted the muffin, offering a smile towards Lucas in exchange and pulling a piece from it to toss in his mouth. “That’s such crap,” Rio groaned, wishing he could phrase it better or make his words seem a bit more poetic. “You shouldn’t have to make up excuses or try to explain it away. You shouldn’t be injured at all.” Rio wasn’t an angry person by nature. He rarely ever got worked up about things and had never thrown or punched something in anger. His frustration was usually expressed through tired sighing and fidgeting. “Don’t worry about me. Being stressed is just a natural state of being for me. It’s not you.” He tried laughing to dispel the mood, plopping another muffin piece in. “I really appreciate it. The open door. I’d like that. Uh- I wish there was more that I could do to help you. I don’t like knowing that the person that did this to you is still out there.”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t be,” Lucas conceded, but it wasn’t ever his choice to be regardless if he should. Rio seemed to be flipping through thoughts, emotions rather quickly, and Lucas had to appreciate being young and able to handle all that. Luke has trained himself to let things go so he didn’t get overwhelmed in depression and shit, but the more people that tell him that he shouldn’t have to deal with this, he was slowly believing it. Getting angry over just letting it happen. “Hm, I know. There are a bunch of people around me feeling the same thing. Especially my brother. He wants to save me so bad, I worry for him. Dangerous people, they have ways around the law. It’s not an easy thing to tackle, and we’re all not sure how to handle it without causing more problems.” Lucas shook his head lightly. “Sometimes, all you can do is just live. Let life move on a little bit, so that’s why I’m trying to clean up the restaurant, upgrade it a bit. Maybe extend the hours, hire another chef even. There can’t be hiding anymore-- which has been my life for five years now. Life is just too precious to me now, if it ends bad down the road at least I lived with friends and family and not alone.”

It was an unfortunately grim way to look at life. Despite that, Orion didn’t know how to dispute it. Lucas had a point. He knew the same things that Rio did. About the hunters. About how they were able to get away with the atrocities they committed. It wasn’t fair, and they all knew that. No point in continuing to rant about it. “I like the idea. To just live your life no matter what. I think it’s… formidable. And brave.” Far braver than Rio could ever aspire to be. Sure, Lucas had a point. No point in living life in fear. But Rio knew that there was an easier way to achieve that. By stopping the hunters. If only he had a way to do that. “Speaking of living life to the fullest, let’s uh- maybe try a less depressing topic? Now that we have all that stuff out of the way. I didn’t know that you had a brother.” He realized that until today, Lucas didn’t talk about his personal life much at all. Something else they had in common. “I have a sister. A twin actually. But uh- I wouldn’t say that we’re especially close anymore.”

Luke felt almost embarrassed about being called brave, but it was nice to hear. “Yeah, I do, he’s in town, his name is Miles, but I also have an older sister who is a lawyer out of state, and a younger brother who is probably causing trouble somewhere. I haven’t seen both of them in a very long time though.” Lucas really needed to call them. Explain everything, just to get it all off his shoulders soon. “I hope you and your sister can speak again in the future, sometimes-- I don’t know, seperation does really make you realize what you are missing, but also gives you a little bit of a break to think for yourself. Family can be in your face without much boundary, right?” Lucas settled comfortably, some of the tension leaving him shoulders. “Also, I want to find someone to do some art on the back all in the dining room. Do you know anyone who is good at finding art in town? I might even just hire an artist to paint right on the brick. What do you think would look good there? We could really go in any direction.”

Family was a sensitive topic. Lucas seemed to hold them dear, even the ones that he hadn’t seen. Orion could tell by the lilt in his voice. It was a shame, really. Lucas seemed to love his family but couldn’t see them. Rio loathed his and felt like he couldn't get away. Even after running from the house, his family was always just around the corner. Literally, given that they live on the same island. And figuratively, given that he always felt they were peering over his shoulder. Waiting for him to mess up so that they could end things. “I’m sorry. That you haven’t seen your other family.” He didn’t know what else to say. “I uh- Yeah family is weird. Sometimes I wish that mine understood me. Or that they would just leave me alone.” That was partially the truth. But he didn’t figure it was worth mentioning that he wanted to stop them. “There’s an art gallery in town. I don’t know much about the owner.” He scratched at his head, pondering it for a moment until Lucas mentioned hiring an artist. “Oh! My roommate is an artist. A fantastic one. He’s more of a sculptor but he excels in most things. He’d be perfect.”

Lucas could also tell that family was another hard topic for them. How could someone as young as Rio have such problems there too? Luke hopes they weren’t alone too much like he had been. Running from things helped clear the mind but it wasn’t the solution, things always came back around, always found you. It seemed they were on a similar cycle, but with different people, different reasons. Luke hoped it didn’t end like it had with himself-- with near death and an unmarked grave. A deep sense of protectiveness ached in him. At least at work Rio will have him. “Your roommate is an artist? Nice, awesome man,” Lucas was excited now. “I mean I’m open to anything, I’m very chill with letting people do their thing. Why don’t you bring them to the shop sometime and let them see the space? What’s their name?”

Orion finished off the section of muffin that Lucas had slid over to him. It wasn’t always pleasant, talking about this stuff. But Lucas made talking easy. He was understanding and kind. He had met multiple people like that in the last few months. He just wished that he had known them beforehand. Maybe he would have been better adjusted. “He’s fantastic. I don’t know if it’s something he’d be interested in but I’ll definitely ask. His name is Ricky! He’s amazing. I will definitely bring him by!” With things discussed, Rio assumed the conversation had mostly wrapped.

Luke cherished the smallest of time slots that could feel normal living. With all the shit happening in town, the weird that lingered around every corner, the full moon rising, and a multitude of problems that liked to chip away at his sanity-- this small shared meal. The idol chatter afterwards that was easy, comfortable.

#x: orion #x: sweet treat

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hengame5-blog · 4 years

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airakorainies · 5 years

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Trapped Against You

((... the sexual tension in this title-))

New? it’s part six of THIS saiibo (or sailboat thanks to autocorrect) fanfiction!

“I have no clue what I’m going to do!” Shuichi was pulling at the ends of his hair, pacing back and forth. His breath fell out fast, rushing like an elaborate river of anxiety. “I have literally nothing else besides the exact same clothes to wear. I didn’t even plan a time to meet up with Kiibo and I’m too afraid to ask. I’ve got terrible bedhead on of course the best day to have it. And my anxiety is so bad I feel like I’m going to puke.” The detective sighed and he defeatedly stood still, crossing his arms.

Tsumugi felt a small smile of pity amuse itself onto her face, her hands neatly folded in her lap. She readjusted her legs as she scooted a little more forward on Shuichi’s bed. Then she quickly let out a small chuckle. “I think this is the longest I’ve heard you ramble about something besides a trial and murder, Shuichi.”

“It’s not that amusing to me.” He sighed and tilted his head. “Maybe I should just call it off.”

“Now hold it right there!” She jumped up and walked in front of him, placing her arms under her bosom in anger. “You worked so hard to achieve this date with Kiibo! And you want to call it off because of a little bedhead?! I promised I’d come help you get ready, but if you’re scared just because of this? Then maybe...” she shook her head and turned around, a small glance over her shoulder full of disgust took place. “Maybe you don’t like him at all.”

“N-No!” Shuichi panicked and felt tension run through his body. He gritted his teeth before shaking his head. He wondered if Tsumugi could hear his heart. “I know I like him! I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous.” He heard the girl giggle and turn around, readjusting her glasses.

“Good! Now I won’t have to worry about scraping this fanfiction!”

“This what now?”

“Shuichi, did you know the way you wear an outfit can make it become a totally different outfit on its own?” She quickly changed the topic as she began to unbutton her top. Shuichi panicked and turned around. She giggled, “No no. I’m not taking it off. I’m just showing a bit more of my undershirt!” She tugged down at her skirt, staying conscious of how much she could. She rolled her sleeves up and pulled her hair to the side. She loosened up her undershirt just a tad and removed her ribbon from around her neck. She took away her glasses and placed them on the end table. “Turn around.” She ordered, her attitude weirdly changing.

Shuichi did as he was told and when he saw her, he had to step back a bit. She seemed like a completely different person. Her eyes retreated to a smaller size as her face appeared more defined. Her stance was different as she placed a hand on her hip and cocked it outward a little bit. She seemed more relaxed. More casual. More... Shuichi found this an odd way to describe it, but more herself.

She giggled and placed her hands out in a jazz hands sort of fashion. “Ta-da! See? I told you. It’s how you wear the clothes that make an impression. I’ve learned this from a many a year of cosplaying and conventions.” As she spoke, she reversed the process in which she had changed herself. “Now! Let’s see what we can do to fix you up. Oh, and about the time, I don’t think you’ll have to worry. Gonta has it covered!”

A breath of relief escaped from the edge of Shuichi’s lips. In his hectic panic, he had forgotten all the help his friends so graciously have given him. To be fair, it was because of them he has even made it this far. Both in the game and in his relationship with Kiibo. A small ray of light illuminated on his face as contentment washed over him. Everything would be just fine.

Tsumugi couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows and play a small pitiful smile. She then cleared her throat. “First, grab the cleanest set of clothes that you’ve got.” Shuichi nodded and turned towards his closet, examining each set of clothes closely.

After a moment, a click of the hanger suggested he had made his decision. “I think this might be the one. I have yet to touch this one so far so I guess this will make due.”

Tsumugi put a hand to her chin and closed her eyes nodding. She then moved her hands behind her back and laughed as an expected order fell from her pink lips, “Now strip!”

“W-What?” Shuichi gasped loudly, his face flurrying in all assortments of rose colors. She couldn’t help but grace the air with a giggle.

“Don’t worry! People have to get changed quickly in conventions all the time. I’m used to seeing some things! But here, I’ll go into the bathroom while you get changed out here. Quickly though! I’ll only wait two minutes. We must make progress!” She began to walk towards his bathroom door before he called back to her.

“W-Wait. Just let me change in the bathroom. No point in having you wait around in there. Plus, I think it would be rude to have my guest wait in the bathroom.”

Tsumugi shrugged and seemed to show no difference in emotions. Despite her teasing, her interest in Shuichi seemed to not desire anything past just being friends. No blush came to her cheeks as she danced around with his emotions and due to his kindness, her fun seemed to slow a little. She, at that moment, realized how Kokichi feels. “Oh what a lie!”

“Um, what did you say?”

Tsumugi giggled, “I agree to your terms. But you better hurry! Your date is waiting.” Her smile held no sort of tease this time. A genuine smile. One jealous and yet pitiful of love. Her heart heated for one person, and yet, she could never have what Shuichi has. Tsumugi walked over and sat on the bed, and began to hold back something that had begun to stir within her.

Shuichi moved right along into the bathroom, a content smile and pale red painting a beautiful masterpiece upon his acute face.

“Kokichi!” Kiibo cried out in a panic, hearing the little gremlin laugh with excitement. The poor robot’s face was nothing but deep shades of red. His body seemed hot and sweat began to emerge from the compartments on his head.

“Haha!” Kokichi laughed, poking Kiibo, who had buried his face in his hands, everywhere he could. “That dream told you something Kiiboy! It told you how much of a naughty, naughty boy you are! Nishishi!”

Miu couldn’t help but laugh as she used her wrench, screwing some bolt on a large machine into place. “I just can’t believe you had the kind of brain power to think such perverted thoughts!” She dropped the wrench quickly and had an idea. She then turned around, drool seeping from her mouth. She hugged herself tightly, her legs rubbing together. She stared right at Kiibo as she just kept laughing. “Did it make hard and wet down there? Did you want to see more you dirty robot? I can’t help but give you some credit! I bet you fucking loved it!”

Kiibo started to scream before Kokichi pated his shoulder, a face of pity masked on. Kiibo wanted to find out if it was a lie or just a prank. Or both. “Now now Miu,” Kokichi spoke, shaking his head as if he were disappointed, “You can’t say that to our poor robot friend here. We don’t even know if he has a dick to do such things!” The laughter from Kokichi told everything. Kiibo sighed heavily, quickly moving away from Kokichi’s arm. Who, very quickly, snapped up and looked excited at Kiibo. “Wait a minute! If you can remove the outer shell off your chest, then can you remove everything else?!”

Miu jumped at that. She ran over besides Kokichi and leaned in with him. A new form of determination filled their eyes. “Now this I gotta see!”

And with Kiibo screaming, they pounced.

It was only just a moment later when the door to Miu’s lab was slammed open by a gentle giant. “Kiibo?! Is everything alright? Gonta heard you scream!” The sight he had to take in was quite the... how to describe it. Kiibo on the ground, tears beckoning on his eyes. His body was pinned to the floor and Kokichi and Miu were on top of him. “What’s going on?!”

“Gonta! Help me!” The smaller robot cried and Gonta nodded. In less than a second, Kokichi and Miu were lifted up and placed gently under two arms, wrapping around both of them.

“D-Don’t be so rough...” Miu muttered, her face red as she reached up and scratched it. Kokichi bit his lip and genuinely felt a little bad. Quickly, they were placed down into two chairs.

“Gonta is disappointed in the two of you. Gonta knows you enjoy teasing Kiibo but this was too far. We are supposed to help him, not scare him. Understand?” His words were sweet and gentle, his body down on a kneel as he spoke like a father towards them.

“B-But Gonta! I wasn’t going to do anything! All I wanted to do was see his di-“

“Kokichi!” His face squinted as he cast a disappointed look on his face. He sighed and then placed a gentle hand on top of the much smaller boy’s head. “Gonta knows you’re not feeling well. And that it hurts right here,” Gonta’s other hand moved over his heart, “But that doesn’t mean you can take it out on Kiibo, or Shuichi, or anyone else here for that matter. Besides, Gonta already promised he’d help you later.”

Miu just stared. For whatever reason, Kokichi’s face of hurt when he was scolded seemed so out of place. So... real. For once (and maybe for the better), she was at a loss for words.

“W-Wait,” Kiibo spoke as he scrambled off the floor, “Kokichi is upset? Why?” Despite the constant out-lash he gets from Kokichi, the robot’s kind heart couldn’t help but be concerned.

Kokichi suddenly laughed and peered over Gonta’s shoulder. “I have no idea what he’s talking about! Haha!” That was a lie. An obvious lie.

“Besides! We need to go ahead and get you ready Kiibo. Oh and...” the purple liar stood up and nodded to Gonta, showing he will do no harm. He walked up to Kiibo, who justifiably stepped back, and looked down. He sighed before looking straight in the eyes, a different kind and rare smile on his face. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that to you. And I hope this won’t make you feel any different from when I tease you in the future!” He giggled and then quickly ran off, gently patting Kiibo’s shoulder as he ran by.

The robot sighed and turned to Gonta. Who then turned to Miu. Her foot began to stomp on the ground, her face red and she looked away. “D-Don’t look at me like that! Ugh fine!” She quickly jumped up and approached a hand out to Kiibo. “Look I guess I’m s... so.... sorr.... s-so....” Though despite her troubles, her excited and red face showed this dialogue was from a different sort of embarrassment. She then quickly shook her head and looked Kiibo in the eyes as well. “I’m sorry alright! Geez! With a look like that, I can’t help but... never mind. I’ll give you a free oiling later as an apology. I guess I got...” She didn’t wanna finish. Her laugh became short and creepy as she scratched her chin. She then cleared her throat. “Right! Well! I promised you could use my lab to ready yourself with Gonta. I’ll go out and meet the others!” It seemed so out of place for Miu to be nice without asking for her boots licked in return. In a way, Kiibo felt it was as if she really did feel bad.

He felt a small smile appear on his face, causing him to turn to Gonta. “Alright.” His face then quickly melded into one of anxiousness, “Help! What do I do on a date?!”

“Okay. Okay. Just deep breaths Kiibo! You’re ready. You talked with Gonta. You dealt with Kokichi and Miu’s wild antics today. You’re ready to face the boy you like!” And that sentence right there caused Kiibo to let go of the pool’s door handles and slap a hand to his face, sighing as he tried to hide his red from people who weren’t there. His appearance didn’t change much at all. He could remove his outer shell but at the moment, it leaves many wiring and gears exposed and he was afraid of Shuichi somehow hurting himself. Or Kiibo oddly hurting himself on himself. What he did do was prep talk himself to be ready for anything! He even had Miu include a water resistant coating on his body (before the whole ordeal with Kokichi and her) so he may swim if Shuichi so chose to. Gonta had told Kiibo about the pool being the date area so Kiibo wanted to make sure he was ready for any scenario.

Well, all scenarios besides looking at Shuichi. Kiibo knew that it’d be hard to even look at Shuichi. He did something so embarrassing in front of everyone by accepting it the way he did. All he could think about is how it may have affected his good friend.

He quickly shook his head, knowing that if he kept worrying here all day, he’d never actually go inside. So he returned the hands onto the handles and walked inside.

Two towels near the pool, two seats neatly moved close together under an umbrella. A smoothie made by who knows sitting peacefully on one of the pool tables, two straws in it. There were flower petals all sprinkled about, a red hue gracing the ends of each yellow petal.

The robot couldn’t help but blush yet again at the view. He knew his friends had set up the area but it didn’t mean it still wasn’t embarrassing. He then walked with a weird pep in his step onto the sky blue towel, sitting down with his legs laying off the edge of the pool. He placed his hands into his lap and fiddled with his fingers as he watched the calm water before him.

All he can do now was wait.

“Ah! Kiibo?” His voice carried easily through the silent room, reaching to the ears of a certain nervous robot. Quickly, Kiibo turned into the direction of the voice and felt the world slow.

There he was. Beautiful as could be. He had his normal clothes on but it was... different. His jacket was unbuttoned revealing a black t-shirt from underneath. It was untucked and was hanging slightly over his knees. His sleeves were folded back into cuffs that laid just slightly above his elbows. He held his hand up, scratching his cheek in nervousness. His eyes couldn’t meet with Kiibo’s as his blush contrasted his pale skin. His hair was slicked back in the front, giving his outfit the complete effect. The detective cleared his throat and approached Kiibo.

“A-Ah! Shuichi you look...” Kiibo stumbled, still staring.

Shuichi sat on the dark blue towel next to the robot. He laughed as he looked over towards his boyfriend. “Weird, right? Tsumugi was really set on ‘transforming’ my look. I still can’t believe what she did with my normal outfit haha.”

“N-No! You don’t look weird! In fact, you look,” Kiibo’s face became a quick red as he fumbled with his fingers even more, “you look handsome.”

Shuichi’s face became a deep red, brighter than before. His face showed one of shock and then embarrassment. It was so bad he couldn’t help but laugh in the face of his nerves.

Kiibo thought to himself how much he adored Shuichi’s laugh.

And then the silence fell. It was so awkward. But yet, it was a peaceful silence. Something comforting about being alone with your significant other. But Shuichi’s nerves couldn’t take it. It was then he noticed a box. “So, I’m really happy our friends set this place up for us. But, um, why did they put a Monokuma looking box here?”

“Huh?” The clueless robot asked, looking in the direction Shuichi was pointing. He was right. There was a weird Monokuma themed box across the pool. The detective rose, beginning to make way before Kiibo spoke up. “Wait! Shuichi! I’ll come with you.”

“Kiibo,” he spoke his name softly. A sense of longing and protection hidden within his sweet tone. “I’m just going to go check it out. I don’t want you getting hurt if it’s a little trick Monokuma put out for us.”

The smaller boy shook his head, puffing out his delicate cheeks while his face lit up a small shade of red. “I can take care of myself, thank you very much! If anything, I’d want to be the one protecting you.” It was then his face was torn away to look up directly at the detective.

His hands were soft. The robot couldn’t helped but reach up and twist his fingers around Shuichi’s hands. His eyes widened slightly, shocked by both his boyfriend and his own actions. Shuichi, despite having an extreme blush on his face, narrowed his eyes and looked towards Kiibo with nothing but pure love in his eyes. “Let me take care of you, at least.” He spoke, his voice as sweet as a graceful raven’s. He released Kiibo’s face before turning around. “It will only take a moment. I promise.”

“R-Right.” Kiibo cleared his throat and went to sit back down. He had to suppress the urge to just stare at the beauty of his boyfriend. His insides were churning with something he had never experienced before. Something inside of him was racing. Pumping and beating with each short breath he took. Kiibo couldn’t help but put his hands up to his face, so off balanced by his own actions and reactions he wanted to cry.

Shuichi gave a small sigh to himself, pulling his hand up in front of his body to keep Kiibo from seeing just how much his hand was shaking. He couldn’t help but smile at his own nerves. He was surprised by his own actions.

He arrived at the box and saw a hole on the top of it. It was rectangular and hard to peer in to see what the box held. He then noticed the writing above the hole. His body froze and his eye twitched.

“Don’t forget protection! Puhuhu!”

Shuichi reeled his foot back and then kicked the box, watching as it flew forward and bounced between the wall of the school and back down onto the ground. He sighed and brushed his hands together, as if he just finished some hard work.

When he returned, Kiibo had his knees all tucked up next to his chest and his arms were wrapped around them. He looked up at Shuichi and lifted his eyebrow. It seemed, too, the robot had reclaimed some composure. “So? What was the box?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just a dumb joke by our one and only.” Shuichi shot a glance at a camera nearby.

“Oh, I see.” Shuichi returned to his spot next to Kiibo and leaned back against his hands, watching the water sway back and forth. It was quiet at first but with each passing moment, a smile crept up on Kiibo’s face.

“Shuichi!”

“Y-Yeah?” He stuttered, a little jumped for being torn from his daze.

“I heard from Kaito that if you look into the pool, you can see your future reflection! Like, what you will look like in the future.”

Shuichi gave a small smile and shook his head, a breath full of cheer escaping his pale lips. “I think Kaito is just pulling your leg, Kiibo.”

Kiibo turned and gave a puzzled look. “But Kaito is not here to pull my leg? But anyway! It’s true! I looked into the water and saw my functions different! My face got an upgrade too!” Shuichi raised his eyebrow and became curious.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check.” He slowly creeped out from his spot and looked over the pool’s edge, staring into the water. “I don’t see anything different- WHOA!”

It was very quick. The small shove from the giggling robot to the tiny shriek of distress from the detective. He fell into the water and felt his world be bogged down by heavy clothes and water. He resurfaced to hear the song of an angel’s laughter. He looked up at Kiibo with a smile on his face.

“Oh Shuichi! I can’t believe you fell for that! Everyone knows I’m ahead of my time! Besides, it was really cute for me to-“ but he too became surprised. It didn’t take much for Shuichi to pull the robot down into the water with him.

The detective then panicked. “Wait Kiibo! I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking please come back up-“

“It’s alright Shuichi,” Kiibo spoke when he resurfaced, “I have implemented water functions and resistances in my body for just the occasion! Now we may have a casually romantic swim together.”

A smile and reddened cheeks answered the detective’s worries. He then floated over to the edge of the pool and stood up, reaching down to the bottom of his shirt. He began to unbutton his detective’s jacket and moved it over. It was only when he began to pull of his undershirt that the robot screamed!

“W-Wah!! W-What are you doing?!” Kiibo the pure bean buried his face into his hands. But, he couldn’t help but raise his head and split his fingers apart to see.

Shuichi felt his face flush but also had to laugh. “Sorry. I guess I should have warned you. But I’m not gonna swim with heavy and wet clothes pulling me down.” An idea struck his mind. Shuichi is not exactly the type to take initiative but teasing his boyfriend was something he wouldn’t mind doing.

He spun around with a smirk plastered on his face and a new sort of sparkle in his eyes. Kiibo looked up with both amazement and confusion. “W-What is it?”

Shuichi took a couple steps closer. “Could it be that you were upset because...” He took as many steps as it took before he stopped and towered only slightly over the robot. He moved his hands up and cupped the Kiibo’s face within them. He then moved closer and whispered softly into his dear’s ear, his breath sinking into the metal skin of his boyfriend. “You wanted to removed my shirt yourself?”

Shuichi could practically feel the chills that ran up Kiibo’s spine. He was pushed away and was rewarded with a gorgeous sight. Kiibo so red and so shocked his mouth seemed screwed closed. His hands were up and shaking very badly. He could feel the strength that was holding him upright give way and he slowly sunk into the water. Just a tad before he readjusted himself. He tried to look back up at Shuichi but he couldn’t look anywhere else but his boyfriend’s bare chest.

“Consider it payback for throwing me into the water!”

“W-What? I did that for fun! You teased me because your cruel.”

“Aw.” Shuichi’s eyebrows furrowed and he waded through the water. Kiibo jolted but didn’t move. He felt his hand be grasped and lifted out of the water. Gently, it was placed against the detective’s chest. He could feel Shuichi’s heart. Each beat. It was going abnormally fast. “If it makes you feel any better, that took a lot out of me. I feel like I’m going to collapse I got so nervous. So consider it even.”

“No!” Kiibo’s face became determined. “Don’t collapse! Here. Let’s get you back on the edge there.”

And the night fell, their feet in the water. They seemed closer and their smiles were content. Shuichi was wrapped up in a towel while he was leaning his head down against Kiibo’s shoulder. All seemed right.

No jokes.

No games.

No murders.

No betrayals.

And no more lies. Everything, right now, is right.

“That was adorable!” Tsumugi was crying so hard as she peered into the pool’s window. Everyone else was celebrating (and eavesdropping in their own way too).

Kaito had a hand against a cheery Maki and had tears of his own streaming down his face. “My boy became a man today!”

Kokichi wasn’t looking at the window but was, instead, making fun of everyone else. “Come on! You’re all such babies haha!”

“Ah Young Love! What a wonderful thing to have!” His voice sent panic through everyone, scaring a few.

“Kaito. Get out from my arms.”

“S-Sorry Maki Roll. He just spooked me...”

Monokuma giggled. “Puhuhu! But oh what a shame! It seems like it’s nighttime and their feet are in the pool! That is a school regulation is that being broken right there!” His smile grew devilish. “You know what that means!”

“No!”

“Please! Leave them be!”

Monokuma only laughed more. “But rules are rules! I can’t make exceptions just because you said ‘pwetty pwease’! Now if you’ll excuse me-“

Kokichi stood between Monokuma and the pool’s window, his hands up as if he was protecting the window. Tears were streaming down his face. The restless classmates fell silent and even Monokuma greeted the quiet. “If it’s one thing I won’t stand for, it’s seeing people I care about being hurt! This game has twisted me from the inside and I can’t breathe anymore! But if you think you’re going to kill the person I lo- the people I care the most about just because they’re young and in love, then you’re so wrong! Take another step, Bear, I dare you!”

Normally, Monokuma would immediately take Kokichi down and move on. But it seems letting him live would be more torturous. The bear smiled and put a paw up to his chin. “Weeeeell~, if they were to prove their love, I might let them go this once. Like a kiss maybe~?”

The faces of all the suspects sighed, smiles appearing on a few of their faces.

Monokuma’s vanished. “Why aren’t you all worried? They probably won’t kiss! Your friends have to do something they don’t know about to even live!”

Kokichi held his stomach as he spoke, a large smile on his face distracting from the tears. “Have you met those two? They’re too lovey dovey to NOT kiss! Besides...”

He turned his head over his shoulder and gave a soft smile no one could see. “He’s not one to let opportunities to slip by...”

His heart was beating. Or well, his chest was exploding. Shuichi was leaning against him. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. His body was exposed and the air was still. Not a sound or worry in sight. It reminded him of the shed.

Though now, circumstances were better. Kiibo slowly moved his head down and leaned it against his boyfriend’s head.

Shuichi stirred.

He shot back up.

“Kiibo.” His voice was quiet and rasp, like it was the last word he would ever say.

“Y-Yes?” The robot felt the weight on his shoulder disappear and a small new weight pressing on his heart. He felt himself wishing they stayed like that a little while longer. He turned his head and saw Shuichi’s face close... too close. He couldn’t help but blush at the distance.

Shuichi paused for a moment, staring at Kiibo before he looked down. A look of shame fell upon his face. “I’m sorry.”

Kiibo blinked and placed his hands in Shuichi’s shoulders. “Why? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No I’m sorry. I can’t win. This killing game it... it keeps tearing us apart from each other. I can’t stop it. I’m trying my best but I just can’t.” Shuichi reached his hands up and placed them around Kiibo. “I can’t protect you. I’m sorry.”

“Shuichi...” His voice was calm and soothing. He reached his hands up and cupped his hands around Shuichi’s head, forcing him to pull off and look him in the eyes. After a moment, Kiibo began to stare at his boyfriend. His face shifted as the moon appeared on his face. “Your eyes are very pretty.”

“Ah-!” His face flourished with a red that Kiibo had to smile at.

“Can I look at them closer?”

“What do you mean-“

A connection of fate. A twist of life. How cruel it must be. Everyday your life hangs on the edge of death. But yet, you make the best of it.

They were soft. Both his lips and their hearts. His eyes couldn’t stay open as much as he would have loved to keep gazing at the stars in his beloved’s eyes. The eyelashes fluttered down as he found himself being invited in. It was their first.

And it was their last.

“Kiibo...” He gasped his name as they moved apart, as much as he wanted to stay closer.

“Shu.” Kiibo smiled at the nickname he deemed for his boyfriend. But it wasn’t long before he panicked. “S-Shu! Why are you crying?!”

The tears fell down gently, but it wasn’t as gentle as the smile on his face. He pulled Kiibo in close for a tight embrace, the poor boy surprised and startled. “Thank you.”

His words were simple. They chimed in Kiibo’s ears. But he knew Shuichi had everything poured into those words. So he reached around and returned his embrace. “Shu, I’m happy to be here. As awful as this place is, even though we are trapped here. I’m happy to be trapped against you, with my body snug in your arms. I will do all I can to keep you from harm.”

My love.

Trapped no longer.

Our love.

Stuck forever.

((HOLY FUCK I’M DONE! 😭 I’M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I reeeeeeeally wanted it to be special! I hope you liked it. And I really really like the next part 👀. It’s gonna break all our hearts :D thank you for reading! Till next time!))

#airako tart #dangaronpa #saiibo #drv3 #dr kiibo #dr shuichi #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa saiibo #dr saiibo #I really hope you liked it!

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Here I Am, There You Are Pt. 12

Jack Barakat x OC ‘Rachel has been best friends with Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack since high school. What happens when one of them gets married?’

Part 12

I left the bathroom after just having finished doing my makeup. Jack and I were at my parents’ house for a week. A very busy week. It wasn’t just for a fun little holiday like back when we celebrated Christmas with my family. This time we actually had places to be and things to do. Afterall, we were planning a wedding. We had decided on a date, giving us just over a year to plan the whole thing. And we had chosen to have it back home in Maryland instead of out in LA. It was just easier for all of our family to come out there. While we were still very early on in the process, we did have to choose a venue, especially since we wanted to get married during the busy fall season.

So, Jack and I thought it would be useful to combine that with a trip we were going to take anyway back to Baltimore for our high school reunion. It seemed like a good plan on paper, and it wasn’t a horrible idea in execution either. It was just pretty hectic. At least we had a day to do nothing after the reunion. So, that was something. When I pushed the door to my bedroom open and walked in, I froze and stared at Jack. “Fuck me, you look good.” It wasn’t like he had dressed up and looked very fancy, but he had put in a little work to look a little more smart and less casual. He was still wearing his usual black jeans, but he had dropped the t-shirt or sweatshirt for a white button-up. I loved it whenever he wore a button up shirt. It just did something. “You know I’d love to,” he grinned at me and tried to wink, but failed just as miserably as always. “But Alex and Lisa are expecting us.” “Do you think I’m underdressed?” I asked him, looking down at my own clothes with a frown. I was wearing a beige cami top, blue jeans, and a nice pair of nude heels. To keep myself warm I was just wearing a cardigan that I could easily take off as well. “No, you’re good,” Jack told me, fixing his hair in the mirror that was also the sliding door on the closet. I knew that he honestly meant it, but it still didn’t feel right. “It’s not working. It’s the jeans.” I closed the door to the bedroom and walked in further, kicking off my shoes and pulling off my jeans in frustration. It was just a high school reunion, I didn’t need to look like my best self, I wasn’t worried about that. I didn’t have anything to prove. But I didn’t want to be the only one there in blue jeans either. So, changing was the only option to make myself feel good. I rushed over to the suitcase Jack and I were sharing and bent over to start rummaging through the clothes I had brought with me just to find another pair of bottoms that could work. “Now you’re the one turning me on.” Jack took a sharp breath in. I snapped my head in his direction and saw him staring at my barely-covered butt. He wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. I threw the balled up shirt that I was holding at him. “Hey! Don’t look at my ass!” “Kind of hard not to,” he laughed, tossing the shirt back in my direction. “You’re gross.” I folded the shirt and put it back in its place before pulling out some pants for myself. Jack finally broke his gaze and started smiling like an idiot before he even said anything. “I’m not gross, I’m Jack.” “Alright, no need to start with dad jokes yet.” I shook my head and got back up. I stepped into the trouser’s legs and pulled it on. He pouted. “But it’s fun.” I just tucked my shirt into of my pants. The white high-waisted wide leg trousers were a much better choice. They usually were something I’d wear to work, but the vibe was slightly similar to this whole reunion thing. Formal, but not too formal. If I wore a work shirt, it would have been too formal. The cami top just toned it down a lot. “Is this any better?” I asked and twirled around for Jack. “There was nothing wrong with what you were wearing before,” he gestured to the jeans crumpled up on the floor. “But, yes, it does work better.” “Good.” I nodded and sat down on the bed to put my shoes back on. It didn’t take too long, so I acted like I didn’t notice Jack checking the time on his phone. I knew we were a little behind schedule, but I also knew Alex. He wasn’t going to be ready if we came on time. Or, he would be ready, but not completely. Like, he’d suddenly have to fix his hair because he forgot or something. “Alright, let’s go,” I announced as I jumped back up onto my feet. I took hold of Jack’s hand and started dragging him with me as if he was the one keeping us waiting. On the way out, I grabbed my purse, and pulled him along to the hallway. Out there, we ran into Ethan who had a lollipop in his mouth. He stared at us and I stared right back. It was his last week before he left for college and he had his own party to go to. “Looking good,” I complimented, still holding Jack’s hand. Ethan shrugged and pulled out the lollipop. “I’ll probably change again before I leave.” “It runs in the family,” Jack commented, giving my hand a little squeeze. “Okay, no need to judge,” I defended and tugged on his arm before wishing Ethan luck one last time. “Don’t get too drunk!” Ethan scoffed and walked into his bedroom, “like I’d ever do that.” Jack and I went downstairs after that and said goodbye to my parents. They were probably going to be asleep once we came back from this reunion. Not only would it end pretty late, we still had to bring Alex and Lisa back home afterwards. It was a clear perk for them to be friends with me. I didn’t drink, so I was the designated driver. Jack certainly seemed to enjoy not having to discuss who got to drink when. We took my mom’s car and I forced Jack to drive to the Alex and Lisa’s and the venue. My argument was that I was going to have the drive his drunk ass home later. It worked. Usually, I’d take Ethan’s car to get around when I needed to drive while I was at home. But he was obviously going to be using it to get to his party. Once we got to Alex and Lisa’s, they had just finished getting ready. As soon as we rang their doorbell it was already pretty clear that Lisa had claimed me for the night. We hadn’t seen each other since before the engagement. There was a lot of catching up to do. She even somehow convinced me to sit with her in the back while Alex took the passenger seat. Then, once we entered the large hall where the event was taking place, Lisa immediately pulled me along with her to a group of her friends. She probably thought she was doing me a favour. Afterall, I knew these girls back in high school as well. But to call them my friends as well now would just be a lie. Lisa always stayed close to them throughout college and she stayed on the east coast so she always had contact with them. I found new friends during college and moved to the west coast. I only really stayed friends with the guys because they’d often be on the west coast. Seriously, the last time I saw these girls was at Lisa’s wedding and before that it was probably some party during the summer of 2006. I didn’t feel like I really fit in despite the fact that they were trying to include me. It was just… they were Lisa’s friends, not mine. They talked about things that didn’t really interest me. Don’t get me wrong, I also enjoyed renovating a house and getting engaged, but I couldn’t talk about that type of stuff for hours. Honestly, I preferred Jack’s weird jokes just a little more. I managed to get away from the group by saying I was going to go get a drink. The room was full of tables and there were people everywhere. Our entire class was practically here and many people had also taken plus ones. By now, there were already quite a few people who had gotten married and even had kids. It was strange seeing people I remembered as irresponsible teenagers as adults now (myself included). I had seen Alex, Jack, and Rian grow up with me, so that was just a little different. I went over to the table where all the food and drinks were. There were many different wines and glasses already filled. Apparently somebody who helped organise our reunion now owned a winery and supplied all of the wines. It was absolutely absurd to me. But then again, high school reunions were there to show off, weren’t they? I skipped past all the wine and just grabbed one of the glasses of water when I noticed somebody taking a glass of red wine next to me. I looked over to see none other than my high school boyfriend. He was already looking back at me with a big smile on his face. “Rachel, hey!” He greeted now that he had caught my attention. “Hey, Chris.” I gave him a small wave. Although he was my ex-boyfriend, I actually preferred talking to him than going back to Lisa’s group. We didn’t really end on a bad note, but it also didn’t end all that great either. I had been the one that broke up with him after we started at our respective universities. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do long distance with him, I just felt so young and like there was still so much to come. But, mainly, when he told me about his new friends and he was talking about this one girl like she was the best person he’d ever met, I felt like I was giving him an unfair chance. So, I broke up with him. He got mad and was pretty upset. It wasn’t like I enjoyed it either, but it was the best for both of us. I just hoped he now knew that I had made the right decision. “How’re things going?” he asked me as he followed me to one of the nearby high top tables. “Pretty good.” I nodded, putting my drink down on the table. “I’m still out in LA. Working as an editor-in-chief at a magazine.” “Oh, nice!” He reacted, giving me an approving look. “Didn’t you always want a job in that direction?” “Yeah, yeah I did.” I was relatively impressed that he remembered. But then again, he had always been quite a supportive boyfriend back at school. “What about you? How are you?” “Yeah, I’m good too!” He took a sip of his wine and put the glass back down on the table. “I actually dated that girl back in college for a bit, but we broke up eventually. And I own my own company right now.” “Oh…?” I raised an eyebrow to get him to continue. “And that’s going…?” “I’m not rich yet,” he confessed as if that was the only measure of success. I laughed and shook my head at him. “Yeah, that tends to be pretty difficult to achieve.” “I know right,” he played along, “who would have guessed?” It was nice talking to somebody who didn’t just talk about kids or weddings or this ‘adorable’ party they went to. There was a reason I was once in love with this guy. He was the person I had lost my virginity to. Sure, I had done things with people before (for example, that blowjob I had given Alex), but he was the real deal. I didn’t have any of those feelings for him anymore, but I was always going to appreciate him. But, unfortunately, high school reunions always have to be a little awkward. “I just want to say, there’s no hard feelings anymore for you breaking up with me,” he told me. “That’s good. I’m glad.” I smiled and took a drink from my water. What else was I supposed to say? “I mean it,” he confirmed and slipped his hand onto my right hand. “No hard feelings.” I stared at our hands and quickly retracted mine. Of course. I chuckled awkwardly. “Oh.” “What?” he chuckled back, noticing the rejection but definitely trying to play it off. “Please don’t just be nice to try and sleep with me.” For some reason that was my argument instead of immediately telling him I was engaged. Maybe it was because I really didn't want Chris just talking to me to get in my pants again. “Why would I do that?’ he asked, still trying to act like he never made a move. I gave him a look. He wasn’t just going to downplay it like that. I knew exactly what he was doing. “Well, I’m assuming you’re single, at least based on the fact that you’re doing this. If you’re not, then it’s so much worse. But you’re here thinking you can hook up with your ex-girlfriends. But you know no ex would just jump at the opportunity. Or at least, you know now because we’ve been here for an hour and a half and you’ve just started talking to me. So, you’re trying to be nice, trying to spark old feelings in me or something.” He stared at me for a second, taking in the process I had just explained. “Okay. You’ve always known me well.” “It’s kind of sad, really,” I told him with as much honesty as possible. We were in our thirties. “But is it working?” He still tried his chances. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my back and body behind me. I didn’t even need to check to know that it was Jack. When he said something, it was only a confirmation to me that it wasn’t another guy trying to get with me. “Is what working?” Chris didn’t even try to hide it. Afterall, Jack used to have a certain reputation. “Just working on my flirting to hook up at a school reunion skills.” “You know she’s engaged, right?” Jack made clear as I held up my left hand to show off my ring. I wasn’t too worried. Jack wasn’t the overly jealous type. He didn’t like other guys flirting with me, but he did trust me. “I should have guessed,” Chris said as he gestured towards my hand. It wasn’t like I had been hiding it from him. My hand had been on the table the entire time. “Who’s the lucky guy?” I looked up at Jack and smiled. Just thinking about marrying him made me all warm and fuzzy inside. I patted his cheek with one hand and pressed a kiss to the other cheek. “I did that.” Jack pointed at the ring, but it could definitely be taken in another way. I held my hand out with my palm facing upward to get a high five from him. Once he hit it, he held on for a bit longer. “Wait.” Chris seemed confused. Not about what we were saying, but the exact details. “Was this some sort of pact? Like, if you’re not in a relationship at thirty, you’ll get married?” “No,” I quickly corrected before rumours would start spreading, “we’ve been together for a few years.” “Huh.” He gave a nod, but seemed like he was overthinking everything. “I’m sorry, congrats. I just wouldn’t have expected it.” I felt like I knew where he was coming from. So, I decided to put his worries to rest while the hand Jack first had on my back slid to my side and he held me closer. “It’s a relatively new thing. Don’t worry, I didn’t have feelings for Jack when we were together.” We were each other’s first loves. I didn’t want him to think any of that wasn’t ever true. While I didn’t exactly like that he was trying to sleep with me again now, I didn’t want to ruin that for him. If I found out Chris had been pining after somebody else while we were supposedly in love, I would have been upset myself no matter how long ago that all ended. A first love was special. “I can’t say the same,” Jack mumbled and kissed the top of my head. “Oh, I know,” Chris laughed, seeming like he felt more at ease now. To be honest, I would have felt very disconcerted if I found out he was now engaged to one of his best girl friends from back when we were dating. Jack let out a deep breath. “I feel like I should beat you up for hitting on my fiancée.” Although the word fiancée made me grin, the rest of his sentence didn’t. I turned around hin shock. “Oh my god, how much have you had to drink?” “This will be my fifth.” He held up his glass of white wine. My eyes went wide, but he was quick to defend himself. “But these glasses are small and it’s almost been two hours. I’m still good.” “I don’t think you want to fight me,” Chris told Jack. “Just because we’ll both be in pain and defeated. I can’t take you, but I don’t think you can take me. Neither of us are fighters.” “Hmm… alright.” Jack nodded yet squinted his eyes. “But if I see you trying to flirt with her again…” “Hey, I don’t mess with another man’s girl.” Chris held up his hands in defense. “... Or another girl’s girl…” I interjected, reminding the boys that I was also an important factor here. “And I don’t flirt with anybody who isn’t the guy I’m marrying next year.” Eventually, Chris said goodbye and probably went off to find somebody else to hook up with. Although I had been his first love and I had lost my virginity to him, I hadn’t been his first girlfriend. He had been with a few girls before me. If I knew those girls now, I would have warned him who to approach and who not to approach. Hopefully, he knew to be a bit more careful now. I just sat with Jack and Alex and their friends. Jack was going through glasses of wine like it was some sort of life source while I continued to sip on water. He was going at quite a steady pace and was slowly getting drunk. Or, actually, not so very slowly. But everybody around him was keeping up quite well, so it wasn’t very noticable. They were all loud and getting a bit obnoxious. When the conversation didn’t start making much sense to me anymore, I got up and went to the bathroom. After I washed my hands and fixed my hair, I left the bathroom and bumped into another person I recognised. Well, I recognised most people here, but I actually had spoken to this person before. He wasn’t an ex, nor was he really a friend. Maybe the best way to describe him was as an acquaintance. Either way, he had changed a lot. “Tyler?” I questioned to make sure that this was the person I thought it was. “Rachel, hi!” he exclaimed in return and gave me a hug. “No way…” I looked at him, still not believing my eyes. Tyler was the kid who sat next to me in Biology, the nerdy kid who got straight As and never went to a party. He was awkward and scrawny. The guy in front of me, however, was hot. He built up some muscle and ditched his plain clothes for a fitting suit. His hair was no longer a curly mess. It had been styled to make him look runway ready. He smiled softly at me and brushed some of his hair out of his face. “I’ve been getting that reaction a lot today.” “You look great, though!” I told him again so he wouldn’t dismiss all the comments. “Well, I’m not the only one.” He winked and gestured to me. I brushed it off, deciding not to go down the road of us just complimenting each other’s appearance. “You know, I searched all over for you during our graduation but couldn’t find you.” “Really?” he looked shocked but also pleasantly surprised. “I’m sorry, I left right after the ceremony.” “Yeah. You’re probably the only reason I graduated,” I confessed without shame. “I would have failed biology without you. I know I was a sucky lab partner and let you do most of the project all by yourself. Not many people knew, or even know now, but I was close to having a mental breakdown. My grandpa and my cousin who I was very close to passed away in the span of a week and my grades plummeted. If you hadn’t carried the project, I would have probably failed so many classes an not just Biology.” “I didn’t know at all,” he shook his head. “People were telling me I was insane for letting you make me do most of the work, but I was wearing rose-coloured glasses. I mean, you were my partner, it was anybody’s dream. I’m glad I could help.” I was happy that he wasn’t mad at me for being such a bitch back then. I barely did anything, all I did was contribute a tiny bit to the report, I didn’t do any of the hard work. Personally, I would have been pissed. Usually, I wouldn’t be the girl to slack, but I wasn’t doing well at all back then. “If there’s ever any way I can make it up to you, please do tell me.” I hoped to show my gratitude. “Well…” He gave me a shy smile and scratched the back of his head. “If you would like to go out with me sometime…” I sighed and held up my ring yet again that evening. “I’m sorry, I’m actually engaged.” “Oh, shit, I’m sorry!” He quickly apologised. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” “No, no, it’s okay!” I quickly said. “I’m sure that if I was single, I would have said yes. You were always nice to me.” “I’m not sure what to think about that,” he chuckled, cocking his head to the side. “Seventeen-year-old me would be freaking out, but now it just seems like I’m too late.” “A bit, yes,” I told him honestly. I probably wouldn’t have said yes back in high school, but if he had said something before Jack and I started dating, I would have probably gone for it. “So, is your fiancé here?” he asked next. “Actually, it’s Jack.” “Jack…?” He asked, no clue who I was talking about. “Barakat,” I clarified. “Oh, shit!” He gasped in surprise. “Well, that put things in perspective. I totally have a chance as well. Not with you, but others, of course.” “Hey, don’t worry about that. You’re a good looking and nice guy, you’ll find somebody. I thought I was a lost cause until Jack made a move, and then it just felt right.” “Oh, no, I’m not worried about it,” he dismissed. “Just knowing that you would have said yes and that Jack managed to do it, gives me the confidence boost I needed.” “Okay, alright,” I laughed. I wouldn’t have expected him to still be so self-conscious with the person he seemed to be now. “Well, I’m going to go back to Jack before he drinks so much he blacks out.” “Does he still do that?” Taylor asked. “Not too often. He’s just surrounded by all these old friends right now.” I didn’t want to seem like I was just making excuses for him. “Since I don’t drink, he always checks what I’m cool with. I didn’t really mind today.” “Okay,” he nodded, looking at me like he was trying to catch me in a lie. But there was no lying on my part. “Well, if you need help carrying him home, you know where to find me.” “Thanks, Taylor.” I gave him a supportive pat on the arm. “It was nice seeing you.” I stayed with Jack for the rest of the night. I didn’t want to seem like I depended on him, but I really wasn’t feeling Lisa’s friends and I was starting to get the vibe that other guys were trying to get with me. It was quite a compliment, but I was in a happy relationship now. I didn’t exactly need more people talking to me just in hope that I’d go home with them. Eventually, it started to get pretty late. Most of the people here had already left, especially the people with kids back at home. It was quite a gradual trickle of people exiting through the double doors. Jack’s group of friends, however, didn’t dwindle in size much as the night progressed. It was one in the morning when I decided I really couldn’t take much more. Everybody around me was wasted, including Jack. He was speaking complete nonsense. It got to the point that I even had to help him get to the car. It was a little annoying, but I did sign myself up for it. I dropped off Alex and Lisa at their house and then continued on to my parents’ house. Jack got out of the car before I could even take off my seatbelt. He made it all the way to the front door without stumbling, but then he had to wait for me to lock the car and unlock the door for him. As soon as that front door went open, he managed to run into the shoe rack. “Hey, quiet down,” I scolded a helped himself stabilise by putting my hand on his back, “my parents are asleep.” I was the only thing that kept him up as he kicked his shoes off. Luckily, he knew better than to go upstairs without me. So, he waited while I took off my own shoes. Then eventually, I stayed behind him as he went up the stairs and I steered him into the bathroom. If we’d go into the bedroom, he’d pass out immediately. I turned on the light and closed the door behind us so my parents wouldn’t wake up from the water running or something. The first thing I did was lift the toilet lid. “Alright, go pee,” I instructed Jack and pointed at the toilet. He just groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. “I don’t wanna.” “Are you sure about that?” I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. There was no way I was going to get to get ready for bed before Jack was asleep at this rate. “I don’t need to,” he grumbled and pouted at me. “Come on…” I slowly walked up to him before undoing his belt. “You can do it!” “I don’t need to!” he whined a little louder. But I knew better than that. First of all, Jack always used the toilet before bed. Second of all, he had had a lot to drink. And third of all, most of those drinks were alcoholic. It was a disaster waiting to happen. He’d be too drunk to get to the bathroom quietly by himself later and I’d be damned if he wet the bed. Not that he ever did, but he also hadn’t been this drunk in very long. I popped the button and unzipped his jeans for him. “Sit.” He huffed in annoyance, but pushed his jeans and boxers down to his thighs before sitting down on the toilet. Because he was so stubborn, he just sat there staring at the wall in front of me. I just went over to the sink and picked up his toothbrush. After putting some toothpaste on it, I ran it under the water. And that’s when Jack broke and he sighed in relief. Of course I had been right. I just rolled my eyes and crouched down in front of him as he was peeing. I honestly didn’t care, all I needed to do was get him ready for bed. It was like he was my toddler or something. “Open up,” I told him much like a dentist would. This time, he did it without needing any extra convincing. I stuck the toothbrush into his mouth and held his jaw with my other hand before I started brushing his teeth for him. There was no way I was going to let him breathe out his alcohol breath all over me the entire night. I probably didn’t do it perfectly, but it was better than nothing. Jack kicked off his jeans while he was still on the toilet. When we were both done, I took the toothbrush from his mouth and he got back up and put his boxers back on. While I cleaned the toothbrush, he actually flushed the toilet, which was more than expected. Right after, he came to me to spit out the toothpaste froth. “Let’s get you to bed.” I rubbed his arm softly and pecked him on his lips. He smiled down at me goofily. “I love you.” “I love you,” I replied and kissed his cheek this time. I followed him to the bedroom, not turning on the light this time. He climbed in himself, but I tucked him in. Yet again, I kissed him on the cheek to wish him goodnight. And then I slowly started to back away. But I never really got to take a proper step backwards. “Aren’t you coming to cuddle?” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “I still have to brush my own teeth and get changed,” I whispered back, running my fingers through his messy hair. “Hmm.” He accepted my answer and snuggled further into the pillow. But he wasn’t going to sleep just yet. He actually turned slightly to look at me. “Hey, Rach?” “Yeah?” I sat on the edge of the bed so I didn’t have to keep bending over weirdly. “Let’s make a baby.” I giggled softly and shook my head. “One day.” “No,” he sighed in annoyance, “now.” “How about after we get married?” He stuck out his bottom lip, but eventually gave in. “Okay, fine.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead and stood up. Before I even left the room, I could already hear Jack’s breathing deepening, telling me he fell asleep. I sneaked out quietly and tiptoed to the bathroom, now careful not to wake up three people in this house. Although I was sure Jack wasn’t going to wake up soon with the alcohol in his system, I didn’t know whether or not my parents had been woken up by us already. Even if we had, I didn’t want to keep them awake. However, while I was as silent as I could possibly be, there was somebody who wasn’t as good at it. As I passed the stairs, I heard the front door being clumsily but quietly closed. I stopped and looked down to make sure that it was Ethan and not some intruder. In the darkness, I saw his figure trying to creep around stealthily. He just looked like an idiot to me. Once he got to the stairs he looked up and saw me. His movements halted completely and he just stared at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “Hey.” I gave him a single nod to show that I could, indeed, see him. “Hey,” he said back but still didn’t move an inch. I waited for a few seconds, but he still didn’t do anything. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to come up?” It was like he only realised then that he was stationary. I stayed there, feeling like I had to just in case. He started to go upstairs, but he just completely mistepped. I watched and couldn’t do anything but watch him face-plant into the steps. “Ethan!” I exclaimed as quietly as possible and started to rush down the steps. But he stopped me from coming down by slowly pushing himself up and giving me a sloppy thumbs up. “No, I’m good. I’m okay.” “Are you sure?” I was actually worried, it looked really painful. “All good,” he brushed it off and started up the stairs again. The way he was having too much trouble keeping his balance just confirmed that he was drunk as well. I wasn’t sure if he was more drunk than Jack, but he definitely couldn’t play it off as well. It was pretty concerning, but also quite funny. I had never seen Ethan like this before. He stopped right in front of me and continued to try and play it off, almost slipping down the stairs again when he leaned against the railing. “What’s up?” “I think I should ask you that,” I laughed as he was swaying quite heavily. He looked around to see if anybody else was here and then beckoned me to get closer, trying his best to whisper but failing. “I’m pretty drunk.” “I can tell,” I nodded back, deciding to humor this. “I–” he brought his fist up to his mouth as he burped. “I had quite a few–” The poor boy didn’t even get to finish his sentence. He suddenly pushed past me and ran into the bathroom. It was much closer than the bathroom in his bedroom. He couldn’t have made that extra distance. When I entered the bathroom right after him, he was already on his knees, spewing up all the shit he had to drink into the toilet. I did feel for him. Really. It was his own fault, but it also wasn’t fun to see my baby brother like this. So, out came my skills to take of drunk people again. I had held back Anna’s hair quite a few times back in high school, but she had done the same for me as well, especially when hangovers started becoming worse and turning into a horrible intolerance. So, I got down beside him, and rubbed his back softly. “Fu-uck,” he cried into the toilet bowl before he retched yet again. “It’s okay, just get it out, it will make you feel better,” I promised him. I had been there and done that. The heavy nights that didn’t end in vomiting ended with the worst morning after instead. “Don’t tell mom,” he begged with tears in his eyes. “You know I’m going to have to, right?” “Don’t tell he–” he heaved again. I didn’t want him to worry about that. Of course I was going to tell her, I couldn’t not tell her. Not only did what was going on right now probably wake her up, it would be better for her to know before she found out herself. With Anna and I, she always found out. We’d sneak in and not make a single sound, and our mom would still know the next morning. Call it mother’s instinct. Especially when we felt bad, she would wake up. That didn’t mean she’d come out at night for us, though. The false sense of having a secret was useful for us to learn a lesson. In the end, I also helped Ethan get to bed. He didn’t need as much assistance as Jack, but it was definitely useful for me to be there. Especially when he nearly fell over taking his jeans off. As for the bathroom, I was just out in his bedroom while the door was open to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally pass out. I tucked him in just like I did for Jack and even left a bucket beside his bed. Only then did I get to get ready myself. Although Jack was already asleep, he pulled me closer once I got into bed and I fell asleep in seconds. The next morning, I was up before Jack, just like usual. On the weekends, I’d now usually just scroll through my phone or watch something on my iPad or laptop until he woke up. Today, however, I decided to get out of bed. It was already later than I’d usually wake up and Jack could be out for ages after a night of drinking. I put on a pair of sweatpants before I went downstairs. My dad was outside mowing the lawn, or at least I heard the lawnmower and didn’t see him around in the living room. My mom was in the kitchen, where I also found myself. She was sitting at the kitchen island, reading a magazine with a cup of coffee next to her. “Morning,” I greeted happily. “Hey, good morning!” She replied, looking up from her reading. “Did you have fun last night?” I nodded and went over to a cupboard to pull out a mug for myself. “Yeah. I saw Chris again, and he’s no longer mad at me, so that’s good. Other than that I just spent most of my time with Jack.” “That’s good,” my mom nodded, watching me put my mug underneath the coffee machine and pressing the button. She knew all about my breakup with Chris back when it happened, just like she knew everything else. “Didn’t you want to speak to any of your other old friends?” I shrugged and leaned against the counter as I waited for my mug to fill. “Lisa dragged me to talk to the girls. But, honestly, it was so boring. They were talking about wine tastings and restaurants to go to. Now, I know that’s adult stuff to talk about, but I don’t drink and live here anymore. I didn’t know what they were talking about.” “I can understand that.” She nodded and drank some of her own coffee. “Is everybody doing well, though?” “Yeah!” I grabbed my mug when the machine signalled it was done and put it down on the island across from my mom. “As far as I could tell, at least. Everybody was pretty surprised to hear that Jack and I are engaged.” “Really? I always thought that you and Jack would have been cute together, even back in high school.” I just sighed and laughed a bit. There was no way that was true. Jack was one of the only guys both my parents trusted me to have in my room with my door closed all the way. They weren’t strict or anything, but they always wanted it open just ajar. So, they gave privacy, but still kept an eye on me. However, thinking about it again, maybe then wanted something to happen between me and Jack. They did let me close my door after all. I opened the fridge and pulled out some bacon and eggs. “Anyway, I’m going to make some breakfast for my two hungover boys.” “Yeah, I heard somebody vomiting last night. Was it Jack?” I shook my head, knowing I was totally going against what Ethan had asked me to do. But then again, I never promised him I’d keep quiet. I even told him I wouldn’t. “No, Jack doesn’t puke when he’s drunk. Ethan couldn’t keep it down when he came home. I felt pretty bad for him.” “Oh. He’s never done that before. Was he okay?” My mom frowned and seemed more concerned than mad. It was exactly why I thought telling her was a good idea. “I think so,” I told her and took out a pan to put on the stove. I turned on the gas and put a drop of oil in it. “I helped him go to bed and I didn’t hear him get up later.” “I hope he doesn’t feel too bad today.” “Oh, he will. There’s no way he doesn’t have a hangover. He already felt miserable yesterday.” I put the bacon in the pan to start cooking it. “Who felt miserable?” Jack came and joined us out of nowhere. He had covered up with a pair of shorts and a plain white t-shirt, and he was wearing his glasses while his hair was completely flat. “Just Ethan,” I told him, waiting for the bacon to cook. Jack reached over me and pulled out a mug from the cupboard as well. “After you went to sleep, he came home very drunk. How are you feeling?” “Just tired as usual.” He kissed the top of my head and started making his own cup of coffee. “You know I don’t really get hangovers.” “Yet I’m still making you breakfast,” I pointed out and flipped the bacon. “I don’t even get how you don’t have hangovers. Especially with the amount you drank last night.” “I didn’t get that drunk, did I?” “I mean, tell me the last thing you remember.” Jack took a few seconds and squinted while taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m not so sure actually.” “Well, that’s not good at all,” my mom commented, raising an eyebrow at him. He just awkwardly chuckled back. “I’m sorry…” My mom just shook her head at him, but it was all in good fun. “At least I made my way into bed!” Jack thought he had found a point to defend himself with. I snorted and flipped the bacon again. “I did that. Made sure you brushed your teeth and everything.” “Oh yeah,” he was suddenly grinning, “I vaguely remember. I didn’t say anything stupid, did I?” “Stupid? No. But definitely a bit random. Nothing too bad.” It was the truth. He’s occasionally say the weirdest stuff or confess the most concerning things, but last night hadn’t been bad. Jack and I were talking about starting a family. It was a pretty normal subject for us by now. But it was out of the blue that he asked me to sleep with him right there and then to get pregnant. It was a bit impatient, but we had already discussed that that would come after we got married. “Okay, I can deal with that.” He nodded in approval. I pulled out three plates and divided the bacon equally on them. With the leftover bacon grease in the pan, I started cooking the eggs. While I was doing that, my mom asked Jack how the reunion was for him. His answer was just slightly better than mine. Or a bit more that slightly. He actually mentioned specific people, first asking my mom if she recognised the name, and then told her how they were doing. Once I finished the eggs, I slipped them onto the plates as well. Somehow, Ethan entered the kitchen right at that moment. It was like the smell of bacon and eggs cooking had drawn him downstairs. He looked like he had had a very rough night. Unlike Jack’s, his hair was sticking up weirdly. He hadn’t even bothered to put on clothes and he looked tired and broken. Jack whistled lowly as Ethan plopped himself onto a barstool at the kitchen island. My mom looked at Ethan with a mixture of disappointment and amusement. “I don’t think I need to lecture you about drinking, this hangover seems like more than enough,” she told him. Ethan glared at me through his fingers and accused, “I asked you not to tell her.” “Buddy,” I shook my head in sympathy, “I didn’t even need to say anything with the way you look right now.” He groaned in response and hid his head in his hands further. I did feel bad for him. I really did. It was his own fault and I didn’t know what made him go this far, but he was my baby brother. I didn’t want him to go through all the pain of the stupid things we all do. To make him hopefully feel a little better, I grabbed some cutlery and placed the plate in front of him. “Eat up,” I said and kissed the back of his head. He just groaned again and pushed me away in annoyance. I couldn’t help but tease him a little bit, could I? Pissing him off, however, wasn’t in my plan for that day. So, I just took my own plate and joined Jack, Ethan, and my mom. At least Ethan was eating and not being too stubborn about that. He didn’t seem as happy about getting cooked breakfast as he usually would, but he was still carefully munching on the bacon. “How did you get home?” my mom suddenly asked with worry in her voice. “You didn’t drive, did you?!” “I took an Uber,” Ethan grumbled, clutching his head. “I left my car at Josh’s.” “Okay, okay, thank god,” she sighed in relief. “I’m going to be heading in that direction later today if you want to tag along and get your car." “‘Kay,” he nodded but just stared down at his plate. A while later, Jack had gone up to take a shower, Ethan had gone upstairs to nurse his hangover in bed or something, and I was cleaning up the kitchen after myself. Jack had offered to help me out, but I sent him away since he didn’t smell all too great after a night of drinking. All I had to do was put everything in the dishwasher and wipe the surfaces anyway. After I was done, my mom asked me to go up to Ethan and tell him she was leaving in half an hour. I went upstairs and knocked on his door, which was already open before I walked in. He was just laying in bed, staring at the wall across the room, facing away from me. Usually, when he was ill, he’d be playing video games, watching something, or looking through his phone. Being hungover was different than being sick, but it wasn’t that drastically different. “Hey, Eth,” I said when he didn’t acknowledge my knocking, “mom’s leaving in half an hour if you want to pick up your car.” He hummed back unemotionally. It wasn’t the sound people made when they were busy doing something else, this was like he was in deep thought. “You okay?” I asked when I sensed something was off. “Yeah…” he mumbled meekly. It didn’t sound convincing at all. So, like the meddling sister I was, I entered his room and got in bed next to him. He didn’t move an inch and just kept staring blankly ahead. I softly stroked his hair, trying to get him to turn to me, but he never did. “You know you can talk to me,” I whispered. He spoke back softly, and I could swear I heard him sniff. “I did some stupid shit.” “Everybody goes a bit too far and gets drunk sometimes.” I dropped my hand from his head to his shoulder. He shook his head but still refused to look at me. “I did stupid shit while drunk.” “That happens,” I shrugged, hoping I could make him feel less alienated. “I remember, one time, Alex and Jack had a few too many and they could not be convinced that playing The Floor is Lava would be a bad idea. Alex stepped onto a chair and toppled over, slamming into a table. He had quite a few bruises the next day.” “No.” He shook his head again and finally turned so I could see his face. There were tears in his eyes. “I did proper stupid shit.” “Tell me,” I whispered and brushed some hair from his forehead. He hesitated and a few tears escaped, slowly trailing down his cheeks and the side of his face to his ears because of how he was lying. “I– I–” “It’s okay.” “No, it’s not.” He stared at me with pain in his eyes. “I cheated on Lilli.” “Oh.” I couldn’t say that everything was fine anymore, I couldn’t tell him that it was okay. Cheating wasn’t okay, but luckily he realised that. The only reason I was still here stroking his arm, was because he obviously knew how bad it was. He started shaking and the tears started falling more frequently, but he was still holding it back. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t s–sex or any– anything like… like that.” That wasn’t as bad. Still it wasn’t great. I wasn’t exactly sure what else he could mean with cheating, but it was leaving him in so much pain. “I’m still listening,” I encouraged, not wanting him to shut down now that I stopped telling him that it was all okay. “I, umm…” he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I– I made out with Josh.” And then he just completely broke down. He hid his head in my shoulder and started bawling his eyes out. It hurt me to see him like this. Something told me he wasn’t just upset because he cheated on his girlfriend. There was no way he was crying so hard because of one kiss. If I ever found out Jack kissed another person, I would have been upset, but I would have been able to forgive it. Lilli didn’t seem like the girl to freak out over it either. It was still a sucky thing to do, but this was more about the fact that he kissed his best friend. I just let him cry into me and hugged him tightly. When I looked towards the door, I saw Jack appear, probably just looking for me. Once he noticed what was going on, he gave me a concerned look. I looked back at him. I really didn’t know what to do this time. Usually, I’d have a story for him to relate to and help him through it, but this time I had nothing. I didn’t care if he thought he was into guys. That didn’t matter to me at all. But it seemed like he didn’t even know what he was feeling. He wouldn’t have been crying this hard if it was just a playful kiss that was supposed to be a joke. I prayed that Jack wouldn’t leave, but I also wouldn’t dare say something. I couldn’t do this one by myself. But getting my parents involved now wasn’t the right thing either. It wasn’t because they wouldn’t be supportive. Despite being religious, they always made clear that we were to love whoever we wanted to love no matter what race or gender. But Ethan had to figure out his feelings for himself first. Luckily, Jack decided to join us. He sat down carefully on the end of the bed and put his hand on Ethan’s leg supportively. I knew he must have been confused, and I would have told him what had happened. But, honestly, I didn’t know what happened. I didn’t know how deep this went. When Ethan started to quiet down just the slightest bit, I decided to ask him, “what happened?” I could have just let him cry forever, but that wouldn’t help at all. “I do-on’t know,” he stuttered through irregular breaths. “It was supposed to be a stupid dare and then it just escalated.” While Jack still had no idea what this was about, it told me quite a bit. This wasn’t just a random person he started to make out with, who actually happened to be his best friend. No, this started as a small joke but blew up. “Well, do you think…” I was unsure how to formulate the words. “…you have feelings for him?” Jack looked at me with wide eyes, most likely wondering if he heard me correctly. But, yes, he did. “No,” Ethan shook his head. “Maybe? I don’t know. He’s my best friend.” “It’s okay not to know,” Jack took over now that he understood the main gist of the situation. I was glad, because I had no clue what to say. “You don’t have to know, it gets confusing.” Ethan slowly rolled away from me and let his eyes fall on Jack, like he only just realised that Jack was here as well. He was silent for a second as if staring would give him all the answers. But it never did. “It makes no sense.” “It also makes no sense that Rachel ever agreed to date me, yet here we are,” Jack used as an example, making me roll my eyes at him. Ethan sighed in response. “That’s different.” He was right. It was pretty different. I knew that Jack would know what to say, he just needed some more time with Ethan. So, I decided to remove myself from the conversation. “Do you want me to go with mom to pick up your car?” “Please.” He nodded. I could imagine he didn’t want to go back to Josh’s to pick up his car after what had happened that night. “Okay, then you stay here with Jack. I’ll go down and tell mom you’re not feeling well.” I was hoping to hint to Jack that this was his time to talk to Ethan. He had much better advice than me for this. I had personally never questioned my own sexuality. Or at least, not this deeply. I had had the occasional thought along the lines of ‘what’s it like to be into girls?’, but I never never had the feeling of being into girls. Jack, however... I had known him for ages throughout school, and I knew he was confused, he had confessed that to me before. Only, back then I was an ignorant 13-year-old who didn’t really understand those kind of feelings. “Where are your keys?” I asked as I got off the bed. “At Josh’s,” he mumbled. I told my mom that Ethan was in no state to drive his car because of his hangover. It was bending the truth, but like I said before, it wasn’t my place to tell her what actually went down. This could be a big deal and a life changing moment for Ethan. It was not my place to let other people know. I just hoped that Ethan would figure it out himself sooner or later. Not for me, but for himself. My mom dropped me off in front of Josh’s house. I went to the front door and rang the doorbell because I needed to get the keys. Josh was the one who answered. He looked pretty bad, but not nearly as bad as Ethan. Like, he only looked like he had a hangover and skipped over the breakdown part completely. Which was probably true. “Oh, hey, Rachel.” He smiled politely at me. “Hi,” I replied. “I’m just here to pick up Ethan’s car.” “Okay, yeah, I’ve got the keys here.” He went behind the door and I heard him pick something up from a wooden table. He returned and held them out for me. “Here you go.” “Thanks.” I let him drop the keys in my hand. “By the way, Ethan told me what happened last night.” “Oh…” he scratched the back of his head. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m not here because he hates you or anything. He just needs some time to figure things out.” “Oh, okay, yeah,” he nodded, looking down at the floor. “Do you mind not telling anyone else? I haven’t exactly told anybody about my, you know, sexuality.” “No, of course I won’t. Only my fiancé and I know right now. We wouldn’t go around talking about it.” I put his worries to rest. “Thanks. Can you tell Ethan I’m sorry if I made him feel uncomfortable?” “Yeah, I’ll do that,” I promised. Although I felt like Ethan didn’t exactly feel uncomfortable, I also didn’t want to put words in his mouth. “I’ll also make sure he calls you once he wraps his head around everything.” “Okay, thanks.” Josh gave me another shy smile. I slowly started retreating towards the car. “Bye, Josh.” “Bye.” When I got back home, I went straight up to Ethan’s room again. My mom wasn’t home yet and my dad was making himself some lunch. I greeted him as I passed by, but first wanted to check up on my baby brother. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Ethan was no longer crying. He was actually grinning as he and Jack played video games on his TV. “Hey, catch!” I tossed the keys in his direction. Ethan just let the keys hit him in the arm. He was too focused on the game to let go of the remote for one second. Just moments later, the round they were playing ended. I sat down next to Jack and pecked him on his lips as a mini greeting. “So, everything okay?” I wondered, wanting to know if Jack had said anything influential. Jack looked at Ethan and Ethan gave a careful nod before telling me what conclusion they had come to. “I’m going to meet Lilli tomorrow to talk. I owe it to her to break up. I need to figure myself out first.” “Okay.” I didn’t want to say much more. It was obvious that he didn’t want to break it off, but that he felt like it was the right thing to do. “Yeah… but for now, I’m fucking destroying Jack at Mario Kart, so…” He pressed the button to go onto the next game. I was just happy that he was okay now. I only had Jack to thank for that. As he played the game along with Ethan, I wrapped my arms around his torso and put my head on his shoulder to watch. There was nothing more I wanted than to spend the rest of my life with that man.

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I did it

One year ago today I finished highschool. One year ago today I finished the toughest journeys of all times. Highschool was probably one of the worst experiences of my life. There was so many people who ruined it but there was so many people who made it better for me. My freshman year I attempted suicide and was admitted to a mental hospital and and no school wanted to take me in. At the time Fir Ridge Campus didn’t take in freshman. So I had no choice but to drop out. David Douglas straight up told me that I couldnt go there. I had too many problems and They couldn’t give me an education. In spring of my freshman year I enrolled in an online school called metro east web academy. Of course with all my mental health issues I had no motivation to do any of it. In the end I only got one credit for it. And that was for creative writing. I’m with ICTS which is where people come outd to your house three times a week for therapy. So I was with them for six months. It was hard saying goodbye. But then I went yo seeing a therapist once a week. I was still cutting often. But back to my schooling, I didn’t do anything and my mom was so pissed at the david doglas school district because the refused to put me in a school and finally she wrote a three page nasty letter saying how I needed to be in a school and thats how I got to fir ridge.

My freshman year I was so scared. I couldn’t tell you how scared I was. I didn’t go to school. I was fucked up in the head, cutting and I didn’t know anyone. So I didn’t really talk to anyone on my first day. But within a few days I met a small group of friends that I could relate to. Which was great. The next best thing was that there was a school counselor and a therapist that came to the school. So on top of going to seeing a therapist once a week I went to see him once a week. He was from Trillium services. He was a great therapist. I saw him from 45 minutes to an hour. My school counselor was mamed Michael and he was probably the best counselor anyone could ask for. He understood me. When I needed my space he let me sit in the office or library and do my work. When I had my mental break downs he gave me a quiet space. He was amazing. I have terrible anxiety with loud noises and whenever we had a firedrill I would cry and have a panic attack when there was he warned me and brought me to the office telling me when so I wasnt as afraid. As I said. He was the best school counselor anyone could ask for.

I had this friend. Her name was Iris. I cared for her so so much she was my first friend I made in middle school and she went to a diffent school but she had problems at the time and so she was looking into my school and I was thrilled. But before ahe came she also had issues and so she went to a rehab place. I called her family every day to see how she was doing. I sent flowers and cards because well, wouldn’t a best friend do that? When she got out she started at Fir Ridge Campus a bit later. I was so happy we reunited again. We started having sleep overs and everything. Okay? But one time during a sleepover she stole her parents credit card and bought something, which was a peircing kit and I had no idea so she came to my house when it was delivered and took it before I was home. I’ll also mention around two years ago she stole my ipod. But anyway so this happened and it happened once more but with tea but ahe sent it to her house instead of mine. So her mom was like “you arent ever allowed to see her again” blaming me for her daughter peircing herself. That was the hardest thing for me to hear because she was my best friend. Or so I thought she was. I believe this was all happening during my Junior year or late sophomore I cant remember it was so hectic. Ill come back to this bitch a little bit later.

But my Junior year I did this amazing thing called camp pheniox. That was the second the best and worst part of highschool. Its a two day overnight camp plus 4 weeks of after care. During the two nights you broke yourself down talking about the horrible things in life and at the end you are rebuilding yourself and raising up into a pheniox. During the process you did multiple activites which were happy, sad and heartbreaking realizing how fucked up and broken you were on the inside. One of the days you clumb a tree and tell everyone what you committ to. And I said I committ to my family and my support system. And then you had to walk on a tightrope with another person and jump when you couldnt do it anymore. And the other classmates are completely in control of the rope and your harness. Then the second activity we did was get in a harness and go up and your classmates pull you up until you say stop. Basically a gaiant swing okay. So I was letting go past teachers which I will get on explaining to more. And then letting in good teachers and then you yank it and I did a 90 foot free fall and holy shit was that fun. As i said it was the best and wors part of it because i landed up in teen intensive outpatient because I was cutting and I was extremely depressed.

But back to the teacher thing. There was a history teacher her name was Karen and she was a bitch to me. She hated me. And She KNEW i struggled with anxiety and she KNEW that I hated being with loud people and so I always needed to go to the office to see a counselor and I always finished up my work at home. And finally she was like you have to go to detention to finish this. And so Im in the office complete sobbing and my council waves it off. And other time with her was when my counselor talked to her about it she didnt talk to me for 3 DAYS like seriously she was so immature. Then When I came back from thr weekend she didnt call on anyone else but me. Then at the end of the week there was a new seating chart and I came in late because I was talking yo the trillium therapist okay and she shows me my seat and Im calm and I say no. And shes like yes. And I calmly explain to her why I cant go sit next to him because be gave me anxiety. And then she PROCEEDS to yell at me infront of the whole class who is now stairing at me and Im completely crying now infront of the class go to the principals office to fucking write me a refferl because i was arguing with her. Which the princapal immediately threw it out. The princapal at the time was absolutely amazing. She took me out on the track as I cried and walked with me.

So my junior year is happening and I went to camp pheniox and outdoor school it was great okay. So I went to outdoor school for my third session and I broke my ankle and had to stay home for a week and you remember this Iris girl who is my best friend??? Well not anymore. When I was away at outdoor school where I couldn’t DEFEND myself she went to the counselor and said. That I raped her and drugged her with majauana. And In like balling my eyes out because Im so fucking confused and why she did that. And so the counselor literally asked if I did it and Im like what the fuck do you really think I did it. And Im like crying at her because Im so upset. Like who in the right mind would accuse someone of rape. I mean I work with children. I was a swim instructor at the time. If she went to the police I could’ve been arrested and fired from my job which she didnt go because she knew she was a lying skank ass bitch. Also they couldve drug tested me because I wasnt even smoking at the time! And so Im in the office and my counselor is like “what are you feeling?” And I littlerly upfront say” I want to punch this bitch in the face,” she she looked at me “you cant do that” and Im like “no shit I cant do it. I want to but tgat doesnt mean I am going to.” And she sighs like after and hour of fuming she tells me Im not allowed to tell ANYONE and Im like fine whatever.

But I go to my momma jill and tell her and I like an crying to her and shes just holding me. But seriously then the vice principal calls me in during third period to talk more about what happened ALSO i had a freaking alliby because I was at fucking teen Intensive outpaitent during the time she accused me! Basically it was a whole clusterfuck

. It got 100% worse when there was an assembly and youll never guess who was running it the skank ass Iris. So she started talking about rape. And then she says “someone here raped me” and then she looked over at me. I kid you not. And my dad was there and he stood up and I cant remember exactly what he said but it was along the lines of “you shouldnt accuse anyone of rape either,” he said or something like that Im to busy crying and my teacher holding my hand. Finally my dad comes over to me and says were leaving. So my worst fear now the whole school knows that Iris accused me of rape and drugging her. So im literally in the gym having the WORST mental breakdown of my life and I mean screaming at the too of my lungs dropping to the knees hitting the floor. There was the security guy and Joey one of the teachers along with the princapal and vice principal trying to calm me down. And my dads crying because hes upset because of what Iris had said. And they told me to stay home for a few days until I could calm down.

So I came bac the following monday. I was so depressed I wanted to die. I almost had another suicide attempt but I thought about Taylor Swift and how I would never get t meet her and that just made me hold onto life just a little bit longer. So by the end of the year it was time for prom and so I was nominated for.... you guessed it prom court equivalent to prom princess/prince and can you guesd who was nominated too? That bitch Iris. So we were BOTH up against each other and trust me I was NOT going to let her win. So I baked my ass off and probably made over 200 cupcakes and fed them to the entire school and when I was time for prom. I won. I won prom princess. That was the best night of my entire life. My entire highschool carrer I felt normal. Everything was perfect

. Soon my Junior year ended. And summer came and went and my Senior yesr started. I only needed 1 credit to graduate .5 government .5 global studies. So I took government first which I got like knocked down a ton because i refused to do presentations because i hate speaking infront of a class but I still passed with a A. Then global studies I REFUSED to take with Karen again. So I did 5 at least 250 page packets in one quarter. And I still graduated early two quarters early. I started school my sophomore year because they didnt count it as a freshman and ended my senior year. I worked my ass off. And I graduated in 2 1/2 years. I graduated. I did it. I made it. Evern after a suicide attempt. Witnessing my mom attempt suicide my sophmore year, Iris accusing me of rape. All of that and I still graduated and I was second in class too. I’ve never been more proud of myself in my entire life. I didnt think id ever make it here. I thought in 2014 I was going to die. But I didnt. I’m still here. Alive and succeeding in life. Im a caregiver now. I’m getting my CNA in July. I made it. I did it.

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