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hanniiesuckle17 · 3 years

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All I Want For Christmas

A/n: so this started off as a blurb......then i got carried away.......so.......happy christmas everyoneeeee also HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO MY SECRET SANTA GIFT PARTNER !!!!!! (also this is not thoroughly edited I'm soso sorry )

For: @hansoulmin HAPPY CHRISTMAS BABY!!! I was your secret santa! I hope you like it!

Tag List: @ashisparanoid @mini-meanhoe @leggomylino @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @kodzu-ken @konenichi @yangs-jeongin @strykiss @skzwriternet

Warnings: cussing, lots of sexual tension maybe...idk

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: Minho and Y/n have never gotten along for reasons unknown to anyone. After circumstances arose, Y/n is stuck with Minho driving him up to the cabin the boys rented. It seems that things go terribly wrong at every turn as Y/n is kept from her long desired Christmas vacation. Will she be able to change Minho’s mind about Christmas....and possibly his view on her?

Genre: Christmas au, enemies to lovers au, fluff, romance, slice of life au, forced to share bed trope, Fem reader

❅

Out of all people, the universe seemed to only choose you to throw misfortune on. You were nice. Some might even call you kind and selfless! You were by all means a good person! So why? Why out of all the eight other people going on this vacation did you have to stay behind a day and drive Satan’s spawn up to the cabin?

Lee Minho was a grown man of twenty two years. He should be able to drive himself! Also what was his deal? The rest of the boys had cleared their schedule for a week and a half of Christmas vacation.What was so important he had to delay your winter getaway as well?

The frigid winter wind bit at your skin, latching onto the soon disappearing warmth. You rolled your eyes watching the coat clad form of Minho come down the stairs of the entertainment building at a painstakingly slow pace. You had no clue why, but ever since you met, Minho had been nothing but cross and hateful towards you, and it seemed like he had no intention of changing.

“Y/n.” Minho said coldy, tossing his duffel bag into my arms.

“Satan.”

‘Clever.”

Deciding to be the bigger person, you securely placed his bag along with yours in the trunk and walked over the the driver’s side. The door slammed shut as Minho sunk into the passenger seat. “This is going to be a long ride,” you mumbled.

An hour into journey and your prediction was already coming true. The two of you sat in awkward uncomfortable silence. Minho stared out the window seemingly unphased by the unwieldy tension. “Should I turn on some music?” You asked, reaching for the radio.

“No. It will just make things uncomfortable.”

You scoffed, retracting your hand. “I don’t see how it can get more uncomfortable than this.” Minho rolled his eyes turning to look at you.

“It will be annoying for me when you start singing along to the radio and I have to tell you how utterly shit your voice is.” There was no hiding the scowl on your face. Your grip tightened on the steering wheel. Only five and half more hours with this asshole.

You sighed, glancing over at the man in your car. He was messing around on his phone, completely ignoring you. It was like the conversation you had only a few seconds ago had never happened. “Look. I know you hate me and you definitely aren’t my favorite person either.” No response came from Minho. He simply rolled his eyes. “What was so important that you had to delay my Christmas vacation? Don’t you like Christmas? What possibly would be worth setting back such an amazing holiday?”

Hearing no response you looked over at Minho in question. He was looking out the window with a rather pointed scowl. “Not everyone loves Christmas.”

“What? Everyone loves Christmas! Christmas is the best time of the year!”

“Well, not me. I don’t like Christmas.”

“WHAT?!”

You turned to him eyes wide. “Hey! Eyes on the road!” Minho grabbed the steering wheel and jerked the car back into the right lane. “What’s so wrong about not liking Christmas?” Light snow flurries began to fall on the windshield. “Christmas is just another stupid holiday. There’s nothing special about it. Plus it’s cold.”

“Maybe you really are satan....” You mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.....I just can’t believe you hate Christmas...”

❅

Two painful hours later you were driving your impossible passenger down a long stretch of snow filled road. The windshield wipers screeched as they pushed snow off the glass. The storm had really picked up as you drove further out of the city. The roads were icy and you did your best to keep your old run down car from drifting.

“How much longer?” Minho sighed, resting his head on the cool glass.

“Quite a bit-” BANG!

Suddenly, it was much harder to control your car. You felt a rumble in the back wheels. Minho shot up in his seat. “Wait- what the fuck is going on?” Easing your foot off the gas, you pulled over onto the side of the empty road.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” Hitting your steering wheel, you tried to hold back your frustration. Tears pricked at your eyes, begging to spill over. There was no way you were going to cry in front of Lee Minho. Couldn’t one thing go your way this year? As if this wasn’t bad enough, a loud bang came from your engine and smoke started spilling from the hood. “Fuck...”

Defeated, you let your head fall onto the wheel. A long continuous blast came from the car horn. Minho grimaced, covering his ears. “Can you like....stop?” You turned to look at him. Feeling even more dejected under his gaze you lifted your head, ceasing the blaring noise.

Taking a moment to gather your emotions, you blew out a shaky breath. “Just....stay in the car, I guess. Not like you’re gonna help anyway.”

Jerking open the car door, you stepped out onto the snowy road. Deciding to look at the hopefully less damaged part of your car, you wrapped your coat further around your body and walked to the back of your car. Just like you thought, the rear left tire was completely blown out.

“I knew my car was shit, but I thought it was going to last at least another two years.”

Now it was time to face the music, or rather the smoke. Snow falling at a fast pace, you shuffled through the cold and around to the front of your car. Raising the hood more smoke rose into the winter air. Looking around you saw it was getting darker. You had told Chan you and Minho would be at the cabin the boys rented by dinner time. It was already six o’clock.

A quick glance under the hood was enough to tell that this car was going no where. Brain trying to solve the prediciment you somehow ended up in, you crouched down and attempted to come up with a way out of the situation. So deep in thought, you didn’t even hear the sound of the passenger door opening and closing.

“I’m assuming you can’t fix this.”

Looking up you saw Minho standing over you. His hands were stuffed into his coat pockets and white snow flurries floated onto Minho’s dark brown hair. “Do you just assume I’m useless at everything?” Minho rolled his eyes. The man turned around and opened the trunk. He returned with your bag as well as his.

“Come on.” Not even casting a glance your way, Minho tossed your bag at your kneeling figure. The momentum sent you falling onto your butt, the wet cold snow immediately seeping through the one warm layer you were wearing.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

“There’s a hotel a couple miles away.” Minho said holding up his phone.

Pushing yourself off the ground you grabbed the bag and hurried to catch up with the sulky hateful man who was already walking further into the snowfall. “Are you serious?” You questioned, trying not to slip on ice. “Hey- Minho! What the fuck, dude?”

“Come on, idiot. Keep up.”

“Minho! Wait up!”

❅

The sky was almost pitch black by the time the two of you made it to the hotel. Whether it was from the snow clouds or time you weren’t sure. Minho had not bothered to wait for you. He was already through the sliding doors of the building before you had reached the hotel’s driveway. “Selfish jerk.” You mumbled, dragging your bag through the rising snow.

You did your best not collapse as you were embraced by the warm heating in the hotel lobby. Minho was brushing the show from his hair as he confidently approached the front desk. The clerk greeted him with a friendly smile.

“Hi. We need two rooms please.”

Her smile faltered a little bit. “I’m so sorry, sir.” She wrung her hands together, keeping that hospitality smile on her face. “With the snowstorm, almost every room is booked.” Minho sighed, casting an annoyed glare your way.

“Are you sure?”

After catching your breath, you joined the singer at the desk. The lady typed away on her computer. Looking over, you could see red boxes by all the rooms she scrolled through. “I’m so sorry, sir. But all but one of our rooms is booked.”

“We’ll take it.” You jumped in, eager to have any relief from the storm outside.

She smiled and Minho grumbled something under his breath. “Okay then. Here is the key to our Honeymoon Suite. It’s on the fourth floor at the end of the hall.” There was no stopping the blush flooding your cheeks.

“H-honeymoon suite....?”

“Yes. It’s our last room.”

Minho snatched the key card from the woman’s hands. “You’ve already said we’ll take it. Stop blubbering and get your stuff.” Grabbing his duffel, Minho began walking towards the elevator with no intention of waiting for you.

The concierge looked at you with pity. “You’re boyfriend isn’t the nicest...is he?”

With a scoff you replied, “Believe me, Minho is not my boyfriend.”

Rushing through the lobby, you squeezed through the elevator doors just as they were closing. Minho remained silent as you both rode up to the fourth floor. Your wet feet against the plush carpet was the only sound to be heard as you walked to the end of the hall.

Before he could slide the keycard, Minho scowled at the heart engraved on the door. The happy beep and green light prompted him to push into the room. His scowl deepened as he flicked on the lights.

Even with the lights turned on, the room was cast in a warm dim glow. There was only one bed, shaped like a huge heart with rose petals strewn across the duvet. Your eyes widened seeing a tall metal poll in one corner of the room, red light shining down on it. Subsequently a similar color grew on your cheeks. The whole room was lavishly decorated and had several interesting adult objects lying about.

“This is.....”

“What? You can’t handle a little atmosphere, Y/n?” Minho taunted with a smirk. He tossed his bag onto a chair, seeming to enjoy your embarrassed state.

You sat on the bed only to jump up and scream feeling it move beneath you. “It vibrates?! What the fuck! Who makes a bed that vibrates?!” Minho chuckled, possibly the first time you had ever seen him give anything remotely close to a genuine smile.

“Not kinky are you, Y/n?”

You froze. Your hands gripped tightly onto your bag and you pulled it higher to cover your chest in embarrassment. “Regardless, there is no way I’m sleeping on that thing.” He shrugged and flopped onto the bed, rose petals flying into the air. He looked rather comfortable, completely unphased by his surroundings.

“Suit yourself.”

Cautiously, you sat on the plush couch holding your bag like a teddy bear. This was certainly not how you imagined your Christmas. You were so looking forward to spending Christmas with your friends. Decorating the tree. Sitting by the fire in the rented cabin. Eggnog with slightly too much rum. Giving gifts you spent way too much of your paycheck on. Now you were stuck in some hotel sex dungeon with the devil spawn. What a Happy Christmas it was turning out to be.

❅

After getting used to the room, you showered and changed clothes to leave Minho to do the same. While he cleaned up, you phoned a nearby auto-shop and asked them to tow your car in and fix it. Finally able to resolve the stressful phone call, you let your head fall into your hands. Minho exited the bathroom rubbing his hair with a towel.

Just as you were about to tell him the only slightly good news, the lights shut off. Both of you looked around in confusion. “Minho, did you do this? Is this some kind of prank? Cause, I’m not afraid of the dark.” He shook his head and grabbed his phone from off the dresser, using it as a flashlight.

It was then you noticed that the room was getting colder by the second. Rubbing your arms, you shuffled over to your bag and grabbed a cardigan. A knock sounded at the door. Sighing, Minho answered it.

“Ah- Mr. Lee! We are so sorry about the inconvenience. It seems the powerlines have frozen over and the hotel has lost all electricity.” A man wearing a bellhop uniform said. Hearing the news, you came to stand next to him. “We are doing our best to get our generator up and running. It seems our heating system is also down.”

“How do you expect us to stay like this?” Minho asked with a cold stare. The man shrunk under his gaze.

Slapping Minho’s shoulder you pushed him aside. “Stop being a grinch. Thank you so much for letting us know.” The man nodded and pulled a blanket from a nearby cart. You flinched awak from his cold hands as he passed it to you. The poor thing. He must be freezing walking around the halls in his uniform.

“Here. This extra blanket will help. The hotel will also discount your stay.”

“No, take the blanket. We’ll be fine. You need it more than us. Thank you for doing such hard work!” The man smiled and thanked you profusely before you closed the door. Turning, you found Minho looking at you strangely. “What?”

He looked you up and down before scoffing and turning away. “You’re just so nice to everybody. You’re so gullible.”

“Gullible?” You couldn’t believe him. “I’m not gullible. It’s called being nice. Have a little Christmas spirit will you.”

He rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his damp hair. “I already told you. Keep all that Christmas bullshit to yourself. It’s all just an excuse for the tinsel and ornament industry to make money off losers like you.”

There was no convincing him otherwise, so you simply watched as he pushed back the covers of the bed and climbed in. “Fine. Be a grinch or a Scrooge or a Hans Gruber for all I care.”

“Hans Gruber?” Minho questioned, head popping up in the dark.

“Die Hard is a Christmas movie too, okay?”

You were shocked to hear a chuckle come from the big heart shaped bed. Sure, you must be imagining things, you took down a rather thin blanket from the closet and headed to your spot on the couch. Your barefeet flinched at every step on the cold hardwood floor. Curling up into a ball on the sofa, helped your body temperature rise a little bit, but you still froze with the tiny blanket you used. Eventually, you fell into a cold restless sleep.

❅

You awoke to some shuffling in the room. Assuming Minho was getting up to get a glass of water or something you tried to go back to sleep. But, you were puzzled as you heard his footsteps come closer to the sofa. Unsure what he was doing, you pretended to be asleep, wrapping the blanket more around your shivering body.

“I’m only doing this cause I can’t sleep with all that teeth chattering,” Minho whispered under his breath. “It’s not like I care...��

Suddenly you felt his long fingers gently reach out for your ankle. Still pretending to be asleep you resisted the urge to flinch away. Brows furrowed and eyes still closed, you tried to figure out what he was doing. Minho tenderly pulled what you imagined to be a pair of his socks over your cold bare feet. Your breath hitched as his soft hands brushed over your skin. He was....being kind?

Hearing movement, you shut your eyes tighter as Minho pushed himself off the ground. “That should be fine.....” He whispered. You waited, but didn’t hear him walk away. “Why am I even bothering...” Again it seemed like he stayed. After another moment of silence he shifted.

Surprisingly, you felt his hands reach under your legs and behind your back. He lifted you into the air and pulled you into his chest, carrying you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever touched. Minho moved across the room before gently placing you on the bed. The covers were pulled up to your chin and you felt him tuck in the fabric around your body. You were shocked to say the least.

Surprising you further, Minho climbed into bed next to you. His arm cautiously wrapped around your stomach and pulled you flush against his warm chest. You were feeling very conflicted for many reasons. Deciding to test just what was going on, you turned around, eyes still closed, and hugged onto him tighter. You buried your face into his chest. He froze obviously contemplating what to do.

Hesitantly, like his body was stuttering, he let his arms fall around you in an embrace. You found yourself....content. His scent was comforting. He smelled like amber and some sort of spice you couldn’t quite name. Just as you were about to fall asleep, Minho sighed and let his fingers tenderly stroke your hair.

“This doesn’t mean I like you....” He whispered. There was something in his voice that made you not believe his words. You didn’t have time to think about them, because you were soon lulled into a deep sleep.

❅

The next morning you woke up to soft white light streaming through the hotel curtains. Minho was still asleep next to you, fingers still tangled in your hair. The room around you was cold, but your body was nothing but warm in Minho’s arms. You smiled remembering Minho’s kind action last night. Not knowing how he would react you decided it might be best if you weren’t in the room when he woke up.

Each time you moved, you were sure the man was bound to wake up. Finally you swung your legs over the side of the bed. You smiled, looking down and seeing his gray warm socks on your feet. Your eyes widened as realization passed through your mind.

Did you like Minho?

Looking over at Minho’s sleeping face, you felt your hears start to beat faster. Grasping at your chest, you tried to still your literally beating heart. This was not a problem for now. Minho could wake up any second and you didn’t really want to confront these possible feelings with him awake.

Sliding into a pair of the hotel slippers, you shuffled to the door, rubbing your arms to keep warm. Slipping the keycard into your cardigan pocket, you closed the door quietly so as not to wake up the sleeping singer just yet.

“Oh- I am so sorry!” Someone said, bumping into you.

“It’s fin-...Hey, I know you!” You turned to find the bellhop from the night before. “Has your shift not ended yet?”

He shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The roads are icy, plus they have everyone staying because of the power situation.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. He seriously was a hard worker. “By the way, we got our back up generator working, but there seems to be something still wrong with the heater.”

“Don’t worry about it! Minho and I were fine last night so I’m sure the other guests were as well.”

He chuckled. “You’re really nice. You’re like walking Christmas spirit.” You smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Oh- the kitchen staff managed to scrap together our usual breakfast service downstairs. You should go check it out. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Lee! Merry Christmas!”

“Oh- I’m not...” But it was too late. The bellhop was already swiftly moving down the hall.

Deciding to move past the conversation, you headed downstairs to the breakfast buffet. The lobby was full of Christmas decorations; something you had missed last night in your urgent desire to get a room. It made you smile. A reminder that Christmas Eve was tomorrow.

Following the delectable odor of breakfast food, you wandered into the buffet area and built two plates for you and Minho. Balancing the full platters of food like a professional circus performer, you journeyed back up to the room. By some feat, you opened the door and entered the still freezing room.

Minho sat up in bed, still looking half asleep. “I...I- uh... I brought breakfast. I wasn’t sure what you liked so-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll eat anything warm right now.”

Wearing a nervous smile, you sat down on the bed across from Minho and handed him a plate. The two of you ate in semi awkward silence, this time for a very different reason. “So-”

“About last night...” Minho started, rubbing the back of his neck. “I-...I-...you're teeth were chattering pretty loud and-”

You smiled, stopping his train of thought. You could practically see every word he had planned to say leave his brain. “You don’t have to say anything. Thank you, Minho.” The boy nodded, hair falling into his eyes as he looked down at the plate of food.

Another silence followed only slightly less awkward. “If you don’t mind me asking,” Minho’s head raised at your voice. “Why do you hate Christmas so much?” He sighed, shoving a sausage in his mouth and chewing on the savory food.

“I just never really got the whole Christmas thing. My family never celebrated. Every time we try to get together for the holidays everything just seems to go wrong. Just like how things are going now.” He scoffed picking up another sausage.

“Okay...I can respect that. But...you’re hatred of Christmas seems to be more than that.”

Minho rolled his eyes. Contradicting his actions, he reached over and placed a piece of his toast on your plate. “It’s just....I don’t get it. Like, explain to me what is so great about Christmas.”

You set your plate down with a grin and ate the piece of toast Minho gave you. “I don’t know. I just get this warm feeling around Christmas time. I love seeing all the love that people share. There is just something about Christmas that brings people together. It’s beautiful everywhere and everything is just bright and happy.”

Minho smiled watching you talk. You rambled about all the things you loved about Christmas, from making snowmen to decorating the tree, to watching people unwrap their gifts. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about the way you spoke that made his stomach twist in knots.

At some point you stopped talking and noticed the dazed look on his face. “Did you even listen to me?” You looked down at your lap, slightly disappointed. Not liking the frown on your face Minho quickly nodded his head.

“Yeah, of course.”

Before he could remedy the tension he accidentally created, your phone rang pulling away your attention. Minho watched you get off the bed and walk away to answer the phone. Your back turned, he started beating himself up about not paying full attention to what you were saying.

“So, Minho,” You said turning to face him. “That was the auto shop. They said we should be able to pick up the car tomorrow afternoon. Thankfully we’ll be able to see the boys on Christmas Eve!”

Minho smiled, watching your face light up at the good news. “That’s great.”

❅

After two nights in a hotel, you were finally pulling into the driveway of the rented cabin. It was gorgeous! The huge vaulted roof was covered in snow and the warm wood stood out against the blanketed white backdrop. “Minho,” You said slapping his arm to get his attention as you parked the car. “Look how pretty this is!”

He looked up from his phone, first looking at your bewildered grin, then the lodge in front of you. “Yeah,” You stared in wonder at the place you would be staying for the next week. “Really beautiful.” Turning you found Minho already looking back at you. For some reason, just the way he was looking at you had your stomach doing somersaults.

Pushing your hair behind your ear, you attempted to calm the heat on your cheeks. Both you and Minho awkwardly laughed and looked away from each other. Pressing your hands to your cheeks, you tried to pat away the blush like an idiot.

“THEY’RE HERE!”

Suddenly, seven rambunctious boys stampeded out of the house and came bounding through the snow to your now fixed car. They pounded happily on the windows and had you not known them, the event would be absolutely terrifying. “Guys, let us out of the car!” Minho shouted with half a laugh.

Eventually, you were dragged into the cabin by the idols and hugged until your faces turned blue. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. Everything was made out of wood and there was practically a wall of huge windows overlooking the snow covered forest.

“What took you guys so long?” Jisung asked hanging off your arm.

You sighed, ruffling his fluffy hair. Minho watched with a pointed stare. “Well, my piece of junk car broke down and so Minho and I were stuck in a freezing hotel honeymoon suite. but, now we’re here and I cannot wait to start our Christmas vacation!”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah. Back up. Honeymoon suite?” Chan asked with raise brows, looking between Minho and you. The look stopped when Minho made a slice motion across his neck. “Well....um...guys I hate to break it to you, but there's only like 5 rooms and the rest of us have already paired off.”

The band collectively ‘oo-ed’ and started jokingly shoving Minho around. “Think you lovebirds can survive without biting off each other’s heads?” Jisung said jokingly. Obviously he was kidding, but you were blushing more in the last hour than probably ever in your life.

Thankfully, Chan noticed your embarrassed state and ushered everyone away to let the two of you settle in. Christmas Eve with the rest of Stray Kids was quite possibly one of the greatest nights of your life. By the time everyone retired for the evening, it was almost midnight. Your room was smaller than the hotel suite but shared the commonality of having....one bed.

While Minho was in the shower, you snuck downstairs to get a better look at the tree Hyunjin, Chan, and Jeongin had put up the other day. The lights twinkled on the real tree that was standing tall in the living room. A fire was raging in the fireplace. The glow of the flames reflected in the red, gold, white, and green ornaments.

The tree reminded you of the one your parents used to put up when you were little. Feeling the urge to act childish you crawled on your hands and knees until you could lay down under the tree and look up into the lit branches. Resting your hands on your stomach, you smiled looking up at the shiny glass orbs.

“Y/n?” Minho called out into the wide expanse that was more than an excuse for a living room. “You in here?” Turning your head, you watched his sock feet come down the stairs two at a time.

“By the tree,” Through the branches you watched him approach the large Christmas tree.

Minho chuckled and kicked your leg lightly. “Whatcha doin’ down there, idiot? you look like the Wicked Witch of the East!” He soon regretted the comment as a swift kick was directed at his unprotected calf. “Ow!” He exclaimed, rubbing his leg. “But, really, what are you doing down there?”

“You never did this as a kid?” He shook his head. The strong smelling fronds obstructed most of his face from your view, but you could make out the glint of his round spectacles in the firelight. “Come here!”

Letting out a sigh with an intention you couldn’t decipher, Minho got on all fours before crawling to lay next to you under the Christmas tree. His shoulder brushed up against yours, making your skin tingle. “What’s the point of this?” He whispered after a few moments of staring at the lights.

Shrugging, you answered, “I don’t know. When I was little, my parents fought a lot. I used to walk down in the living room and lay under the tree. Sometimes I would pretend all the little lights were stars and I would wish for a Christmas miracle hoping maybe that this year they would stop fighting. Or at least fight a little less.” As you spoke, you watched the ornaments and colorful Christmas lights sparkle and twinkle. “Some years it worked. I really did get a Christmas miracle.”

“I think you were the Christmas miracle.” Minho said turning to look at you.

“I doubt that.”

“Well...you’ve made me not...not like...Christmas. I’d say that’s miracle quality.”

You laughed, reaching for his hand on instinct. His eyes widened, but the boy let you grasp onto his fingers. “Minho, you really aren’t so bad. I feel like maybe I just didn’t take the time to get to know you.” Minho grinned. You felt like it may have been the lights, but a rosy dust filled his cheeks.

“Yeah, well....like I said. You’re my Christmas miracle.”

You were at a loss for words. Minho shifted his fingers to interlock with yours. “Can- can I kiss you?” He asked with baited breath and furrowed brows, eyes trained on your lips. If you weren’t sure of his feelings, you knew now. Fearing your voice would betray you with any attempt to speak, you nodded and looked through the glass lenses into his deep brown eyes. They were softer than you had once thought.

Slowly leaning over Minho pressed his lips against yours. That warm feeling returned to your stomach and slowly traveled until you’re whole body felt like it was glowing. Minho kissed you under the twinkling colorful lights of the tree, earasing every other bad thought or thing he had ever said to you before. He pulled away as the grandfather clock in the hall struck twelve.

“Merry Christmas, Minho.” You whispered, his lips still inches away from yours.

“Merry Christmas, Y/n.”

❅

“GOOD MORNING CHRISTMAS LOVEBIRDS!” Hyunjin screamed, bursting into the room you and Minho shared. He shrieked seeing the two of you, legs tangled together under the sheets. With sleepy eyes, Minho sat up and tossed the pillow you were using at the blonde’s head.

“Minho! That was my pillow!” Groaning, he just laid back down and pulled you into his chest, letting you use his arm as a headrest.

Chan pulled Hyunjin from the floor shaking his head at the drama queen. “In all serious, guys, Jisung, Felix, and Jeongin are very eager to start opening presents so get your butts downstairs.” Minho raised his arm to shoo his leader away. The door closed returning you to your original state of privacy.

Minho kissed your forehead, snuggling back under the warm duvet with you. “You know this is the first Christmas morning I’ve been excited to wake up. This time I’m just excited to see you though.”

“Never would have pegged you for the cheesy type, Lee Minho.”

He chuckled, leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss. You were unable to keep the smile from creeping up your face. “We should get down stairs. The boys will be missing us.”

“Fiiiiine.” He grumbled, pushing himself off the bed. Slowly, your body still waking up, you swung your legs over the side. Before your barefeet could touch the ground, Minho’s hand once again wrapped gently around your ankle. He smiled up at you, kindness in his dark brown eyes. Tenderly, his long fingers slid a warm pair of his socks over your feet. “My Christmas miracle can’t have cold feet, can she?”

Smirking at your blush, Minho took your hand and led you out of the cabin bedroom. You joined the rest of the boys around the tree, Jisung already tearing open a gift and Seungmin passing out presents. Minho found the last empty spot on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

“You too seem pretty cozy,” Changbin stated, with a knowing look on his face.

Completley oblivious to the conversation, Jisung chimed in. “So, Minho, did you finally figure out what you want for Christmas? Shopping for you was so hard!” Jisung groaned, holding his new gifted plushie in his arms.

“I gues all I want for Christmas this year is Y/n.” Minho said with a smile. He leaned over and kissed your cheek, not afraid of any of the boys making fun of him apparently.

“SO I SHOULD JUST RETURN THE $475 JACKET I BOUGHT YOU HUH?”

❅

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calaofnoldor · 3 years

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Sixth Time’s the Charm [3]

(not my gif)

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 3,695

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you.

Chapter Summary: Dean suggests the two of you pose as a couple for a case. Sam objects wholeheartedly. (aka Sam and Y/N go to therapy.)

Warnings: jealous!sam, jealous!reader, language, idiots in love, mutual pining, fake marriage, kind of a case!fic, slow burn, fluff, basically all the tropes

A/N: hi loves, sorry this took so long! had some trouble with this one and i’m still not completely happy with it but hopefully you guys enjoy anyway. and i’m sorry the chapters keep getting longer, haha this whole series was only supposed to be a one-shot. oops.

written for @spnfluffbingo and @girl-next-door-writes make me feel bingo!

Square Filled: Fake Marriage for @spnfluffbingo and Mutual Pining for @girl-next-door-writes

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The third time was honestly quite fun for Dean. It started with a rare night of relaxation. The three of you were hanging out around a table in the bunker library, steadily working your way through a six-pack Sam had brought back from a supply run earlier. Dean had his legs crossed and feet propped up casually before him, while you and Sam were scrolling leisurely through the internet on your respective laptops.

“I think I just found us a case,” Sam had started with furrowed brows, as he sat up to get a closer look at his screen. “So get this, two married couples in Wisconsin were found dead after visiting the same couples therapist.”

“Does it say how?” you asked, fidgeting with the label on your beer bottle.

“Yeah, they all fell from windows in upper stories.”

Your brows flew up and you huffed in disbelief, “You’re right, seems like a rather unlikely coincidence, probably something up our alley.”

At this point, Dean was ready to burst with glee. God himself could not have presented a better opportunity. If things worked out, he could finally put an end to Sam’s petulant spasms and eradicate the sexual tension that hung so potently (and disturbingly) throughout the air whenever you and Sam were in the same room.

“Well, I guess we know what we gotta do…” Dean tried to fight the grin on his lips as he turned to you, “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

With a perfectly straight face, he managed to ask, “Will you marry me?”

The mouthful of beer that Sam was about to swallow erupted forth in a cascade of tiny droplets, spritzing through the air as he began to cough and choke on what little alcohol had somehow made it down the wrong pipe.

You immediately looked over to see if he was alright, not expecting to find the usually adroit and graceful man a sputtering, red-faced mess, “Geez, Sam. Are you okay?” Rising from your seat to move towards him, you stopped when he held out a large palm and waved it at you as a form of both reassurance and interception.

“Yea- yeah, I’m fine,” Sam wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, taking a moment to recompose himself before sending you an awkward little smile of gratitude.

Dean cleared his throat, “So whaddya say, Y/N/N?”

“Huh?”

“About my proposal, before Sammy so rudely interrupted.” Sam was glaring holes through his brother now, but Dean paid him no attention.

“Oh, right,” you chose your next words carefully, “Umm, you mean you wanna go undercover?”

Dean shrugged his shoulders, tilting his head to the side as he raised his eyebrows in a suggestive smirk, “If the shoe fits…”

“Well aren’t you romantic?” you quipped sarcastically.

“Oh sweetheart, just you wait and see,” Dean sent you a wink that you were sure had dropped many a panty in his time yet held little to no effect over you because… well because you were busy being a little too enraptured by his baby brother. That didn’t seem to stop Dean though, “Trust me, as your loving husband-” It was Sam’s turn to clear his throat, but again Dean ignored him, “I'm gonna romance the shit outta you.”

You scoffed at him in amusement, “Right, you mean when we go to couples therapy?”

“Baby girl, you’d be surprised-”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Sam couldn’t hold it in any longer, throwing both hands up in objection, “Can we just back up for a minute? Why does anyone have to get married?”

Dean shot him an incredulous look, “Come on, Sam, we've worked enough of these cases to know this is always the easiest and fastest way.”

Through stiff jaws Sam released a harsh, conceding sigh, “OK... then... why does it have to be you and Y/N?”

“Cause we’re best friends; it'll be more believable,” Dean answered easily with a grin.

A disbelieving stare crossed Sam’s indignant features before he looked down to suppress his emotions with a sardonic nod and pursed lips. It was one thing for Dean to suggest playing your husband but to claim that you're his best friend instead of Sam's... That was too far.

“Plus, you've always been better at playing FBI,” his brother continued with that irritating smile.

Sam gave himself a moment before stating adamantly, “I don't think it should be you.”

“What, why? You don't think we can get the job done?” Dean’s tone was accusing, and you knew he was trying to provoke Sam, but ever since the notion that two out of the three of you needed to play a married couple had been introduced, you found yourself at an inevitable impasse.

“No, I-“ Sam could barely get any words out before Dean circled back to you instead.

“Y/N?” The look Dean sent you forced you to face your inner dilemma head on. On the one hand, you wanted nothing more than an excuse to get close to Sam, to hold his hand and gaze at him adoringly without worrying about anyone seeing, and so much more… but on the other hand, you feared that a glimpse of the ‘real deal’, however contrived, might just push you over the decisive edge. What if you couldn’t go back to your platonic guise after? What if you broke your own heart?

“What? Um, yeah, I think it could work,” you rubbed the back of your neck nervously, keeping your eyes on Dean’s to avoid meeting Sam’s.

Your response elicited a smug expression on the older Winchester’s face however, as he returned to questioning his brother, “So what is it, Sam? You don't think I can pretend to be in love with Y/N? Cause trust me, that'll be easy.” There was that wink again, prompting a roll of your eyes.

“No, I just-“ You were worried Sam’s jaw might fall off if he clenched it any tighter. Why did he seem to care so much anyway? Was he jealous? The thought popped into your head almost as quickly as you dismissed it.

“Then what, Sam?” Dean plucked at that final straw and an explosion of the type that had seemed to become increasingly common from the ordinarily calm and gentle giant followed.

“IT SHOULD BE ME, OK?” Sam roared in frustration, his expansive chest was heaving and his hazel irises had darkened immeasurably. “It should be me,” he repeated more quietly.

Dean smirked; this was exactly what he wanted, exactly what he expected. “Well geez, Sammy. If you wanted to get with Y/N so bad, you could’ve just said so.”

“Wha- that’s not- I don't,” Sam looked extremely distressed and you couldn’t blame him. Whatever Dean was playing at had led him to essentially force Sam to reject you out right, and being the compassionate soul that he was, you knew Sam never wanted to hurt you that way, even if it was indirectly. “I just- I think it would work better this way. You're not exactly the marriage or therapy type and you're just not-“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. You wanna shack up with Y/N and who could blame you? There’s no need to throw a hissy fit, baby brother. She’s all yours.” Dean chuckled at the sight of your averted eyes and Sam’s burning cheeks, thinking his work was just about done, “Alright, I’m gonna go get Baby ready. You kids have fun.”

When the echo of a closing door filled the room, Sam turned back to you, “Y/N, look I-“

“Don’t worry about it, Sam, I know what you meant,” you brushed him off hastily, “And you’re right, Dean would probably have a hard time keeping up the act. He’d end up flirting with the therapist or something.” Laughing always did help you conceal the pain in your chest.

As it turned out, it was a flirtatious therapist you should have been more concerned about. The woman had eyes for Sam only as soon as the two of you walked into her office and sat down on the tiny loveseat before her.

“Welcome, I’m Dr. Ryan, but you can call me Marlena,” she paused to perform a not-so-subtle scan along the length of Sam’s body before smiling at him seductively, “Why don’t we start by introducing yourselves?”

You kept your expression neutral though there was an urge to glare at her. After all, didn’t she think Sam was a married man? Perhaps this was part of the scam that got the couples before you killed, your rational side countered.

“Uh, OK…” Sam appeared rather uncomfortable beside you, pressing his lips into a tight semblance of a smile, “Umm, I'm Sam and this is my wife Y-Y/N.”

The damn Winchester was always so adorably flustered every time someone hit on him, something you never failed to find incredibly endearing, especially considering he was a 6'4” hunk of a man who could surely get inside the pants of any woman he wanted. You assumed, being that good looking, he’d be used to the attention by now, but the fact that he still reacted this way was a true testament to his humility.

“And how did you two meet?”

“Through work,” Sam answered shortly. A resounding pang had shot through his chest when he introduced you as his wife and he was still trying to recoup. If only this wasn't all make-believe, if only he could sit close to you and hold your hand in his whenever he wanted and not just for the sake of a ridiculous pretence. The Mr. and Mrs. titles and matching rings weren't even necessary. He just wanted to make you his as much as he was already yours.

Fuck, Dean was right; Sam was in deep. Just the thought of Dean acting as your husband had his heart racing and every muscle in his body tense with envy. There was no way he could have handled seeing his brother all over you, even if it was pretend. And if the fact that he had to make Dean go get the rings for your current ruse, because he had a strong suspicion the act of buying you a ring yet knowing it wasn’t real might just annihilate the final pieces of his fragile heart, wasn’t telling enough... Sam was finally beginning to realize that he could no longer deny his feelings for you.

“Tell me about that. What is it you two do?”

Although the questions were directed at both of you, Marlena’s gaze remained resolutely transfixed upon Sam, but the man was much too busy thinking about you to notice.

“Uh, well it was about 3 years ago. We’re firefighters and Y/N had been sent from another division to help out with a particularly bad… fire. But she somehow got there before we did, and when I arrived on the scene, I saw her walk out of the burning building in a blaze of smoke and dust. She was carrying a little boy, who she had just saved, covered in ash and soot, a-and there was scrape above her left brow that had left a trail of darkened blood down the side of her face,” Sam smiled to himself at the memory, “But I couldn’t move. It was just all so surreal because it was the last thing I expected to find, and I thought she was the most beautiful soul I had ever set my eyes on. I knew right then that I would gladly devote the rest of my life to getting to know her better, to becoming worthy of her, but when she came up to us, I could barely speak in full sentences and I made a fool of myself by stumbling over my own feet. My brother, who’s uh- also a firefighter, later told me he thought I was having a stroke.” Sam chuckled softly. His eyes were downcast, and he seemed to be a little lost in his own world.

By contrast, you were staring at him in shock. You remembered the day quite clearly, although in reality it was a wendigo that you were forced to kill by starting a fire since your flare gun wouldn’t work, but Sam got the rest of the details spot on. The lilt of his voice as he spoke had made it all sound so real, for a moment, you nearly tricked yourself. Who knew he had such incredible acting chops on top of all those other skills?

“Well, that sounds like a beautiful start. I’m assuming you work together now?” Taking note of the new edge in her voice, you gave her a nod and Dr. Ryan continued, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a pen, “It must be terribly hard to maintain a work-life balance and keep the romance alive. I’m sure there are issues from work that you’ll often bring home, conflicts that can never be resolved considering the lack of alone time? Maybe something you found annoying about the other that seemed bearable in the beginning but has now festered to become an unmendable chasm between the two of you?”

Your eyes narrowed of their own accord. Between the obvious flirting to the now obvious attempt to instigate discord between you and Sam, you were starting to think Marlena was undoubtedly the monster (that or she was an awful couples therapist). Her motive remained unclear though, so you played along.

“Uh, well Sam can be a bit… overprotective, at times, when we’re working, and sometimes it can get in the way of the job.”

“Ok but that’s only because Y/N can be ludicrously stubborn, at times, and she has a habit of running headfirst into danger." Sam was surprisingly quick to retort.

"It's literally our job to run into danger, Sam.” Your body was now twisted to face his, “And if I recall correctly, my ‘ludicrous stubbornness’ has led to the saving of multiple lives, yours included."

Sam lowered his head and scoffed lightly before he too turned to face you completely, golden eyes boring into yours with an intensity you were not prepared for, "I know it has but sometimes you act like other people's lives are worth more than yours and that's not true. Besides, it's my job to care about you, to protect you… I-I mean as your husband."

For a second, things got a little too real there, but you took a deep breath to remind yourself this was all just an act, "And I appreciate that Sam, but sometimes it can be a bit overbearing-"

"Well if I'm overbearing it's only because I'm terrified every time we go out there,” Sam began to enunciate every word stiffly, speaking almost entirely through gritted teeth, “Because I can't bear the thought of losing you, because I can't fathom living a life without you!"

And once again, you were left staring at him with your mouth agape. He sure was laying it on thick, or perhaps he just wanted to win the fight, because you had no idea how to argue against that.

“Alright, I think that’s enough on that topic. Maybe we should try something else,” Dr. Ryan interjected, “Oh look at that, time’s almost up! I always end my sessions with a fun little exercise. I want you to look each other in the eyes and take turns coming up with one positive word to describe the other, something you love about your partner, but it must be genuine.”

Quirking your brow, you struggled to restrain the smile on your face as you turned back to Sam. Well this’ll be easy.

“Intelligent,” you stated matter-of-factly, figuring you’d start with something relatively un-incriminating.

“Strong,” Sam came back at you immediately. There was a fierceness in his eyes, almost as if he was daring you to bring it on.

“Kind,” came your simple response.

“Discerning.” His voice seemed lower for some reason.

“Capable,” you kept your eyes locked on Sam’s as you lifted your chin.

“Tough.” There was an undeniable fondness that accompanied the word when it left his lips.

“Sassy,” you replied, unable to stop the smirk that tugged at the corner of your mouth.

“Tenacious,” Sam narrowed his eyes at you.

“Selfless.” Why did you sound so out of breath?

“Complex.” He was smiling at you now.

“Protective,” you finally admitted despite your earlier complaints.

“Beguiling,” Why were you both whispering?

“Tall.” Was that lust you could hear in your own voice?

“Badass,” Was that lust you could hear in his voice?

“Gorgeous… or handsome if you prefer.” When did your faces get so close?

“So fucking beautif-”

“Woah! OK, I think we’re done here.” Shit, you had almost forgotten about the therapist. “That was… excessive. I don’t think I’ll be needing to see you again,” she declared as she stood up rather suddenly, prompting you and Sam to do the same though you were both still a little caught up in your game.

“Wow, you really are tall,” Marlena breathed out as she smoothed a hand down her pencil skirt. The provocative tone of her voice had you back down to earth in no time. "And those years of firefighting have definitely paid off, what with all those big muscles.”

Sam gave an awkward half laugh as he wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you tight against his side. You weren’t sure what compelled you to but as if on instinct, you raised your outer hand and placed it lightly on Sam’s stomach, feeling his abs contracting even through the soft flannel beneath your fingers as you replied, “Yeah, that’s just another one of the many things I love about Sam.”

The laugh that escaped Sam this time was much more sincere, “Thank you for your time, Dr. Ryan.” He kept his hand on your waist as he led the two of you out the door, trying his damnedest to ignore the enticing sensation your touch had evoked throughout his body, as well as the subsequent questions of what your little hand might feel like on other parts of him if a simple graze of his abdomen could produce such a dramatic effect.

“Did it seem like she was rushing us to you?” you questioned Sam pensively when you were back at the motel half an hour later.

“Yeah, like the more we spoke, the more she lost interest in us,” he agreed.

Your next words tumbled out without permission and you could only cringe at the bitter inflection of your voice, “Well, she didn’t seem to lose any interest in you.”

Sam felt himself smile at your adorableness; he couldn’t help it when your bottom lip jutted out like that. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were jealous.

“Are you two outta your damn minds?” Dean looked from his brother’s face to yours. “Did you even check the time? She only gave you about half of what we paid for!”

“What, really?” you and Sam responded in chorus.

“Yeah, but luckily I’m a genius and I got everything we needed within the first few minutes.” Grinning in that cocky way of his, Dean explained, “Your EMF sensors were off the charts as soon as you walked into her office, and I found ectoplasm in the bathroom.”

“She’s a ghost?” Sam did that adorable scrunchy thing with his face and you had to physically stop yourself from staring.

“Possessed by one, yeah. And I checked the records. She spent at least an hour overtime with both of the dead couples.”

“So, what, are we not good enough to be her next victims?” you wondered.

“Maybe she saw through the act?” Sam suggested.

Dean was fumbling through a stack of papers until he found something, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s it. Here, check this out.”

Sam started to read out loud, “’Grave of local girl found desecrated by joggers passing through the cemetery early Sunday morning…’”

“Turns out the kid got pushed out a window accidentally when her parents were fighting... Splat.” Dean elaborated, ever so tactfully.

You were starting to piece it together though, “So now she’s seeking out dysfunctional couples to kill them the way she died… for what, revenge? Or to stop them from accidentally murdering their own kids?”

“That’s my best guess,” Dean confirmed.

“Huh… nice work on research, buddy. I’m impressed,” the playful grin you sent Dean’s way was not lost on Sam.

“Yeah, well your husband’s not the only one who can look stuff up around here. Besides, someone had to do the work while you two were off playing Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”

“Sam and I have never tried to kill each other,” you argued.

Dean snorted while grabbing his jacket, “And that’s about the only way your relationship differs.”

When he saw your brows pull together in confusion, Sam quickly cut in to change the subject, “So uh- what’s the plan?”

His brother was nearly out the door when he responded, “Nice and easy. I’ll go burn the bones while you guys go back and distract her with your little love fest, capiche?”

The ghost was surprisingly open this time around, admitting freely to her past crimes and even explaining her methods. Apparently, flirting with the husbands was a routine and easy test to spot any cracks in the relationships, one that she claimed Sam had passed with flying colors. But you knew better than to assume his achievement had anything to do with you. After all, you’d seen the man hold fast against the fervent advances of a high-end stripper before, while he was drunk. This was nothing.

“But why kill them?” Sam questioned, with the kind of genuine curiosity that only he could exhibit towards a murderous monster.

“Because it’s better to die than stay in a loveless marriage… But of course you two wouldn’t underst-“ Dean must have completed his task because the therapist was interrupted by a shapeless black plume bursting through her mouth.

‘Oh Shit,’ you thought relentingly as you watched the spirit eject itself and disappear into a fiery cloud of dark fumes, a forlorn expression upon your face, ‘I’m in love with Sam Winchester.’

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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We need something with that new tattoo thing you just reblogged, like now

Oh you mean the one I just recently reblogged? done by @gspaepro? lets fucking GO. Also this shit is now canon in design, since I have the permission from them

Yiga rituals were very intricate. Motions and actions done in silence, motions done underneath candlelight and in the shadows. It was why traditional romance just. Didn’t suit their style, their way of life. Stuff like coffee dates, stuff like retiring in a farm, even wedding rings were not very common. It was one of the MANY reasons why it boggled Kohga’s mind, why he thought buying him an expensive ass wedding ring was the way to his heart. Don’t get Kohga wrong, it was a sweet gesture, but it was so...solid, so finite. It made Kohga feel like he’d be boxed in, like a cow behind a fence. He didn’t like it.

“But you still shouldn’t have done that.”

He told himself. It had been years since Sooga attempted a proposal, and just yesterday, he tried again. Kohga was mad at first, but now that he sat here, in his bed, thinking about it, he realized that it wasn’t fair to Sooga. poor guy really poured his heart out to him, only to have it be rejected. It was why he avoided him all day, and had Von watch him in the meantime (usually he reserved that for Cil, but he REALLY didn’t feel like getting hit on right now). He needed to make it up to him. He needed something that wasn’t so ridged as those stones. Then it clicked. He went to the door, and turned to Von, who was laying the flirts on THICK to some foot soldier.

“Von, grab ass later. I need you to summon Sooga for me.”

“Yes, Master Kohga. You, me, your quarters. Tonight.”

He shot the flustered foot soldier a wink, and went off to go get Sooga. Wherever the hell he was. Kohga set everything up, just in time for him to knock at his door.

“Come in.”

Sooga opened the door slowly, helping himself in, and just. Standing there. Poor guy looked so stiff, as if he didn’t practically live in this room.

“Master Kohga, I just wanted to say-”

“Shh. Sit down for me, right here.”

Sooga sat down on the stool right by the bed. There was a silence as Kohga sat down on the bed.

“Sooga, I’m not mad. Okay? I get it. You really, really thought I was ready, after who knows how many years-”

“Three.”

“W-really three years ago? Fucking hell time flies. Anyhow, I’m sorry. I snapped because I was uncomfortable. But you didn’t deserve the way I yelled at you. So, I want to make it up to you.”

Sooga hesitated. He put his arm on the small table, as Kohga motioned for him to do.

“Master Kohga...are you...?”

“Yes. I’m going to give you something better than some stupid ring. Not that it’s stupid, It’s beautiful really. I just. Sooga, it’s not me. I want something that’ll let us BREATHE you know? So. I’m going to SHOW you what you are to me. Not with some rocks. Not with some gold and silver and something you can buy. It’s something I need to show you. Take off your sleeve for me.”

Sooga obeyed. Tattoos were a very intimate, very special part of the Yiga culture. You had to have one JUST to be a Yiga. Anything else done after that were usually done in bouts of passion, to show brotherly connections, to show a friendship unlike any others, or in this case, love. And to get such a sign of affection from his Master? His body was already his to play with.

“You are an artist, Master Kohga. I already boast that I have the most respectable brand out of everyone here.”

“Sounds like you. Idiot.”

He chuckled. Kohga wiped down the arm, just so nothing would get infected. Using a very special type of Yiga ink (that only Kohga was allowed to give for the clan to use. He made it himself, afterall), Kohga seemed to already have an idea in mind, and started to work. Tattoos were painfully slow to do, especially with the design Kohga had in mind. But Sooga didn’t mind. A few hours of pinpricks were worth it, just to be near his Master.

“May I ask...what made you decide to give me such a gift?”

“It felt...feel. The ring kinda...sorta...doesn’t. Feels restrictive. Like a bedazzled leash.”

“That sounds like a gift you WOULD like, though.”

“Shut up, you.”

They both chuckled at that. Sooga sat still, watching as the needle pricked his arm over and over, watched as the needle pushed the ink into his skin. Sooga always LOVED watching him tattoo people, on the rare chances he did so. Such careful, so caring of a touch.

“You know. This reminds me of when I first fell in love with you.”

“How so?”

“When you gave me my first tattoo. The one right on my thigh. I was so...transfixed. Such a strong man, with such a gentle touch.”

“Pfft. I remember that. You were such a string bean back then!”

Kohga chuckled. Those arms weren’t always so huge and bulging, and the rest of his body wasn’t always so meaty.

“I was. I saw nothing wrong with it. That is, until I noticed the man I had affections for, was constantly surrounded by big, bulky men. Suffice to say I was...jealous.”

“Even of Cil?”

“ESPECIALLY of Cil. You two looked so close back then. He was constantly at your hip. I always thought you touched him like this.”

“I mean, I DID do his tattoos. One of them anyway.”

Kohga was careful as he worked, making his motions slow, as if he’d startle Sooga if he moved too fast.

“One? What of the other?”

“He copied the one I did, put it on his other hand.”

“No wonder they always looked so different to me. It lacked the warmth of your style.”

“God you gotta make shit romantic all the time, eh?”

Sooga was so awestruck by the pattern. Lines and curves started to decorate his arms, slowly finding rhyme and reason against his skin.

“I can’t help it. When I’m near you, love is all I think about. You’re...the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I get that a lot. Usually four times a week.”

He chuckled. After the lines, Kohga painted what looked to be almost like serpents. He was curious.

“What is the meaning of this design?”

“These lines and shit? They represent stability.”

“And the snakes?”

“Means ‘ties that bond’, essentially. It’s...stupid. But my dad had tattoos like these, kinda.”

“I’m honored to share in the resemblance.”

“I’m gonna add more to it though, If I'm gonna be railing that ass, I don’t wanna think about my old man. Old MEN sure, but not mine.”

Sooga chuckled, shaking his head. His Master had SUCH a way with words. he watched as the lines and curved and snakes soon gave way to the classic Yiga symbol. Done as carefully as the first one had been done. He watched as Kohga carefully, and slowly, added what looked like sickles to the symbol.

“Sickles?”

“It’s more or less Yiga branding. To show where your ties are. Case you somehow forget where you belong.”

“Wouldn’t ever. Even if I had amnesia. I would know in my heart where I belong.”

“Sounds like something stupid you’d say. That’s all your stupid, mushy gushy bullshit.”

Kohga added dots, little criss cross designs, and of course-

“Bananas?”

“....because you’re sweet.”

“And you call ME mushy!”

Sooga threw his head back in laughter, which was cut short as Kohga smacked his arm, making Sooga wince.

“Ow! It’s TENDER, dammit!”

“Then quit makin’ me wanna do it! You moron! And it’s...more than just some stupid lovey shit. See how its one, two, and then one?”

“Yes?”

“That’s...us. Us together. We’re more together. Plentiful. That and I might be kinda hungry.”

“Do you need a break?”

“I’m already being romantic, if I stop now I’m not gonna finish, and this tattoo is gonna look ugly as shit.”

“Unlike you.”

Kohga shook his head, scoffing. Absolute idiot. More criss crosses, more dots. Then something Sooga knew immediately.

“Yeah, it’s your weapon, big guy. You remember when you got it?”

“Yes. You gave it to me, upon announcing my new duty of protecting you. It was such an honor. Such blades being crafted, and for ME.”

“You know, I designed it myself.”

Sooga looked at the blades at his hip, then at the red ink. Bright, like the spilled blood of their enemies.

“You did?”

“Yep. You’re...different, Sooga. You needed something that was more than them. I-woah, you okay?”

“Yes, s-sorry. You just. Touched me and...sometimes it makes me jump.”

Kohga chuckled, lightly strumming his thumb over the spot he just touched.

“Right here?”

“....yes. You’re just. You have very soft hands. Always so delicate. It’s why I...I wanted to put a ring on your finger.”

“This again.”

“I’m s-sorry! I just. I just really. Really love you. With all that I am. I wanted to show it to you. But...I think I see what you mean.”

“How so, big guy?”

Sooga paused as Kohga continued his work, cautious as ever.

“You don’t want the traditional means of matrimony. You want to be free. You want to do as you please, and you feel as though a ring in a confine. I make you feel restricted. And for that I’m...sorry.”

Kohga put the needle down, lightly blowing at the ink. He looked down at his work, and even though his ass hurt from sitting down for so long, he was in fact, VERY proud of himself. Long sleeve of red, detailed, careful designs and patterns. Something that meant something to them.

“You know what those last two slashes are?”

“I...no.”

“It means instead of just one strike, you have two. Two weapons, instead of one. It means...you have me. Ring be dammed.”

“Does this mean i...understand you properly?”

Kohga looked up at him, before grabbing his face, and pressing his lips against his. It was an out of the blue kiss, one rough and full of affection Kohga had for him. It lasted only a second, and Sooga missed it right when Kohga pulled away.

“Yeah. You did. I need YOU. I need our lives. I need to exist with you. I don’t need this other crap. I need...what I show you, right here.”

Kohga’s soft fingers slid over his work, and it almost made Sooga shuddered. There was something so tender, so sweet and loving about the touch. Even the way his skin felt raw and sore, it made his heart thud in his chest. Sooga caught Kohga’s hand in his own before it could pull away.

“What if I sold the damn thing, and we went on a vacation? A long one.”

“I’m listening.”

“To some far off land? I’ll pack, I’ll even carry you over every mountain and hill.”

“Hmmmm...not QUITE convinced.”

“I’ll make every beauty of the world feel hideous in your presence.”

“Now THAT’S what I’m talking about. Let’s do it. After THIS has healed, of course.”

“This might heal. But my heart will never, not so long as your gaze stabs it so.”

“This...is gonna be a long vacation. I can’t wait.”

Kohga chuckled, holding onto his shoulders and kissing him again. Just one more time.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #this was #maybe the gayest thing ive written #maybe

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redxblueihateloveyou · 4 years

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i'm curious, what are your top 10 favorite rinharu moments in high speed and high speed 2?? i love the books. i don't understand why people say is impossible to ship rinharu if you read them...

Lmao who are those “people”? As in multiple? And are they from Mars? I do not get this. You cannot be serious. You probably meant “impossible not to ship”?

I don’t know about top ten, I love all of their interractions tbh, they just remind me of my fav type of romance in general. I know what are my top 5 I think, but after that I love everything, so it’s hard to rate.

1. My absolutely favorite moment will forever be the one, where Rin describes the way he sees Haru in the water, I’m seriously forever in awe, because, I’ve read a lot of books, and like... even period dramas got nothing on Rin Matsuoka, when he describes the love of his life. I mean, seriously, find yourself a person who sees you the way Rin sees Haru lol

Rin felt like he was touched by the light, that surrounded him with warmth. He turned around to see Haruka, who was glowing. Shining. Haruka was shining with every strong and confident stroke that he made. The outstanding energy, emitted from him, surrounded Haruka with the dazzling light and Rin froze, unable to look away. Rin’s heart was beating so hard in his chest, that he forgot how to breathe. Haruka stole his heart. And the further away he got from him, the more distance grew between them, the more uneasy Rin felt, like he was losing the control over his emotions. He was possesed by Haruka’s shining. His strokes looked as if he was hugging the water, his leg movements were so effortless and so elegant, as if water herself was moving him to the finish line. But in all these deceptively smooth and unhurried motions were so much strength and power and such incredible speed, that all his opponents didn’t stand a chance. His swimming was that transcendent reality. He was like a bird dancing in the sky with its wings spread wide.”

Dude... I’m like... still speechless. I mean, and not just this, but everytime Rin talks about Haru, even when he jokes about his stupid habbits, you still feel that he finds him so beautiful, inside and outside, that it just makes my heart melt.

2. When Aki tells Rin that if you put him and Haru together, you get a perfection.

“That guy has no sense of humor. He should learn by watching me, don't you think?" Rin joked lightly.

Aki laughed a bit at his words. "It's true. Add the two of you together and divide by two, and it would be perfect."

But I mainly love that moment, because like... Aki starts telling him, that Haru is not what he's pretending to be (like for some idiots in the fandom who call him selfish, that was the explanation for them xD) and how everyone always want something from him, and he never asks for anything in return and doesn’t have anyone to lean on (yup that’s what I said all along, too, with Makoto’s dumb behavior in difficult situations, he’s on his own there lmao). And she waits for Rin to deny it or like be surprised, but it turned out that that’s exactly how Rin sees him and that he cracked him from the very beginning. BTW, here’s your addition to the ask about Rin loving Haru for who he is and seeing him for who he is. I’m just in love with that moment, because I’m happy that he just... not only he knows him, but bc he’s not one of those many idiots who just don’t get it.

"Nanase-kun seems like he can do anything all by himself, doesn't he? He's good at studying and sports and even art. He really can do anything, right? That's why everyone relies on him, but it would really be something for Nanase-kun to rely on anyone, wouldn't it?"

Rin certainly thought this was true. He had only just transferred, but the image that Rin had of Haruka was exactly that. But even if Haruka didn't have the will to go out and get involved with other people on his own, it wasn't like he was completely isolated. On the contrary, he was considered the most reliable person in their class, and when people relied on him, he always did his best to meet their expectations. This was the strange balance that people around Haruka had to maintain.

3. The one when Haru calls Rin by his name for the first time. And I honestly for some reason didn’t even realize that this moment was in the anime until my 3rd rewatch (lol), but, man, little Rin’s reaction is the most adorable ever. I cry.

4. When Gou meets Haru for the first time and immediately goes “ah so you’re Haruka Nanase, the one, who my brother talks about 24/7...‘Nanase is so cool, Nananse is so fast!’” and Rin just goes red lmfaaaaaooooo.

5. When Haru says that he feels the fever running through his body each time he just sees Rin, but he doesn’t understand what it means... ahem.... OH WELL

6. When Rin tells them he’s leaving and Haru gets absolutely furious and calls him a selfish jerk, but then he feels his legs giving out and he thinks that he needs to be in the water, but then he realizes, that for the first time in his life it won’t save him and he’s so lost and fucking crushed. "you can’t just mess up my whole life and leave me like that” and “this can’t be true, I can’t be this weak.” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fucking hellish angst... that mix of emotions was seriously hideous, at first he was so confused and in denial, he couldn’t even think, he literally went “who is leaving?” and then it just all blew up. Poor baby.

7. Just all the little moments, when Rin notices everything Haru does and falls in love a bit more each time. Like when Haru slowed down, when he saw that Nagisa is having troubles of keeping up with him.

Nagisa was earnestly trying to keep up with Haruka. If he kept up that pace, he wouldn't be able to run next to Haruka for the whole trip. That was how it had been yesterday. Nagisa's breath was coming short, and when Haruka saw him slow down a pace, he lightly turned his eyes downward. I guess that's as far as he goes.

A sigh mixed with Haruka's long breaths. Then, by just a tiny increment, Haruka let his pace slacken.

"Oh?" Rin said quietly. Haruka could almost hear him saying "You're so nice, Nanase," and he tsked inwardly. Nagisa caught up to him, smiling as if it hurt a bit. It looked like he'd lost the energy to keep talking.

Just cute, and they watched each other all the time, it’d be a bitch to count each one, but god, all of them were cute.

8. All the moments of Haru pulling Rin’s pigtails... hilarious, especially the RinRin one, but the funniest and my favorite was when Nagisa turned to Haru to ask him for a permision to call Rin Rin-Rin, like... all the rights to Rin belong to Haru and vice versa lmao I agree. “I’ll allow it” lolz shut it, Haru.

9. This moment: “Something happened inside of him that made Haruka incredibly angry, he was so pissed, that he didn’t even want to swim anymore. To think that someone like Rin could make him feel such powerful swirl of emotions and make him such a mess... he felt disgusted with himself.” Yeah, Haru, love is dat bitch when you’re 13 lol

10. The one where Haru whispers “sorry for making you feel that way” to Rin? The one where Rin’s grandma doesn’t want to go to see the relay, but then she suddenly does, when she finds out that her grandson’s future husband is in it? The “he at that moment realized that the only thing Rin was concerned about was Haruka” one? I don’t fucking know, you pick haha ANY MOMENT, ALL THE MOMENTS XD

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BUT in all seriousness, I do not get how you can love Makoharu after the novels. Like do people just ignore these moments:

“Haru waved Makoto off like an annoying fly”, “feeling annoyed by his obnoxious care, Haruka went right past him”, “feeling like Makoto’s smile could turn into tears any second now, Haru turned away and went to the showers” (fuck this shit I’m out lmao), “complitely ignoring him, Haru kept walking”.

??????? is this... does anyone find this amazing??????!!!!!!!!!!!

Or when Haru was literally fucking losing it, cause Makoto just repeated everything after him and how he just lost all the respect in that moment.

“I feel like I should also get into running.” Makoto said it as it was a joke, but Haru knew for sure that it wasn’t. More than that, he knew, that Makoto was going to ask him that ever since the moment he found out that Haru was running this morning. Haruka fel annoyed, because he couldn’t find the excuse to refuse him.

Or this moment:

“Makoto was late and Haruka didn’t have any reasons to wait for him. Makoto can catch up with him on the way, they’ll meet at the swimming club either way. For both of them it’ll be better, if Haru went by himself, than stood there and waited Makoto, slowly losing his temper.”

“Haruka felt uncomfortable, cause Makoto looked at him, as if was a weak”

Or this:

"Did you know I was going to come out here?" Even though he knew it was impossible, Makoto couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Nope."

"Then, why…" are you standing in a place like this?

"Watching the sunset."

and I can go on and on and on

and the fishies... oh my fucking god, the fishies

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I’m just saying, all these moments are not even funny. My point in all this, that like no matter how much Haru loves Makoto as a friend... or got used to him is what I personally think, I don’t think he’s ever gonna idk how to say this... respect him as a human being? admire him? And this whole situation... I just can’t appreciate such kind of relationships even in a friends way.

1stly because Makoto’s behavior in general makes me have war flashbacks to some of my real life experiences (and yeah, I confess, it affected me and that’s why I don’t like his character a lot; because I don’t think many people know what it’s like to deal with these kind of people in general). 2ndly, cause Makoto fans keep trashing Haru and many call him selfish bc of the way he treats him, but what they don’t understand is that if it wasn’t for Haru being this harsh, Makoto would literally became even doormat-y than he is now (yes, it’s possible lmao).

P.S. my favorite in the novels tbh is all the Haru “I’m surrounded by idiots” moments, like when they started to dig the frozen soil with little scrapes and he was looking at them like they’re morons and then just silently walked away and came back with a giant shovel... “if you keep doing this with your tiny scoopers, we’re gonna be here all night” and they then they just watched him as he did everything himself LMFAO I just love him so freaking much. I also think his relationship with Nagisa are incredible and so underrated, since it’s a huge and incredible part of the books. I just keep saying, Haru’d be an amazing dad, so I can’t wait for him and Rin to adopt xD

P.P.S. And what about the Free! novelization????!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

#answered #anonymous #rinharu #harurin #Free!#free! iwatobi swim club #free #rin matsuoka #nanase haruka #sharkbait #Haru x Rin #rin x haru #did i not get something? wasn't the high speed a horrible thing for mh?#cause it seemed like that to me

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horansqueen · 4 years

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You & Me : chapter 5

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.3k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: i hope you guys enjoy this. i hope no one loses interest in this story. im super scared that ill lose my readers. so if you read, comment, reblog, like or message me about this story, i fuckin’ love ya

Chapter 5 : His chapter

NIALL

I was going to kiss her but she backed away. Or at least, that's what I liked to pretend to myself. I liked to think I wasn't shitting my pants and that I was courageous enough to do it, as stupid and useless as it definitely would have been. Did she back away because she knew I was going to kiss her and she didn't want me to? Or did she back away because she wanted it and it scared her?

Truthfully, I was scared, too, but with a few beers swallowed and the music of the bar only coming from afar as we stood in the hall of the washrooms, the moment seemed surreal, almost like a dream. She proposed to go back and my heart dropped in my chest but I didn't mention it. I just nodded and turned around but when I glanced back at her, I noticed she was typing something on her phone and I couldn't resist.

"Texting your boyfriend?" I just asked, licking my lips, trying not to show how hurt I was.

"Yea, i'm asking him if he wants to join us." she replied, making my whole body throb.

Was it stress that made my heart start beat quicker suddenly? She moved closer and we walked side by side back to the table but this time, I took a seat next to her and she looked up at me when my thigh brushed against hers. I wanted to tell her not to invite him but I didn't have any good reason to do so. She could invite whoever she wanted, do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted... we were barely friends anymore, I didn't have a say in her life.

I ended up drinking a bit too much and was pissed when her boyfriend arrived. I groaned low and tried to hide the grimace that his presence brought to my face but ended up just raising my nose up. She got up quickly and used my thigh to support herself, making me hold my breath. I watched her wrap her arms around his neck and the way he smiled at her made me realize immediately how much he loved her. I was sort of hoping to see that he didn't care about her, making me a more obvious option for her, but he truly and sincerely loved her and I felt my heart sink in my chest. I stared at them as they kissed, making me feel in a way I hadn't felt in a fucking long time. I let the jealousy invade me like a deadly poison without being able to stop it or take my gaze away from them. I remembered when I was the one who would kiss her, when I was the one who would make her happy.

"Hey, Dylan, nice to meet you." he let out after turning to me and extending his hand. "Heard a lot about you."

I breathed in and got up, shaking his hand firmly and sending him a small smile. I glanced at Liv who was staring at me and decided there was no way I was going to disappoint her, even if it hurt me. I had to get used to it anyway, she was about to marry that guy.

"Niall, nice to meet you too." I just replied.

They took place at the table and I could see Olivia hesitate to sit back next to me but Dylan sent her a smile and made a quick head movement, inciting her to take a seat and I felt relieved when she sat back where she was. Her knee brushed against mine and she glanced at me, sending me a small smile. It was horrible to realize that he was funny, smart and sweet, and that everyone already liked him. Of course, most of my friends had met him before but seeing with my own eyes how good they got along made me feel like utter shit. Did I even have a place in my own group of friends anymore?

They all started laughing at something he said and I just got up quickly, feeling suddenly dizzy. Everyone turned to me and I saw Olivia frown and get up too, bending my way and tilting her head.

"Hey, Nee, are you okay?" she asked, her soft voice like music to my ears.

"Mmhm, yea." I replied, shaking my head slightly. "I think i'm gonna go home, perhaps I drank a bit too much."

"You can't drive, i'm not letting you drive." she quickly replied, making me smile.

"It's okay, i'll take a cab and pick up my car tomorrow."

She stared at me for a few seconds as I said goodbye to everyone and as I was about to leave, she grabbed my arm gently. I turned around and our eyes met and even if I was seeing a bit blurry, I could see her face perfectly. Or maybe it was just that It was engraved in my mind forever.

"I'll drive you home in your car, gimme your keys." she let out, extending her hand.

"And what? Sleep at my place?" I asked with a smirk, raising my eyebrows.

"Niall, your keys." she repeated firmly, shaking her hand more.

I sighed and searched through my pockets before placing gently my keys in the palm of her hand. Her lips curled and she licked them as I noticed her boyfriend getting up too.

"Dylan will follow us to bring me back home after." she explained.

It saddened me but at the same time, I was well aware that she wouldn't sleep in my bed like she used to do. Fuck, I missed it more than I thought. I missed waking up next to her every morning and it made me realize that I took it for granted. I took her for granted. I was a fucking idiot.

Everyone waved at us as we left but I noticed they were also getting up and ready to leave. We walked to my car and I took place on the passenger's seat quickly and in silence as she explained where I lived. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I couldn't hear what she was saying but my gaze followed her lips as they moved, and her tongue as it slipped on them from time to time. She always did that when she was nervous, shy or embarrassed and for some reason, I found it endearing. I even stopped blinking when an other mouth pressed against her and it made something stir in my stomach again. Perhaps, the fact that I felt the need to hurt myself by looking at her boyfriend kissing her was a way for me to punish myself for all the hurt I put her through. After all, I deserved it, didn't I?

I stared at her as she started the car and leaned my head on the bench. I did most of the driving when we were together but watching her in control made my head throb and turned me on slightly. She pushed her brown hair over her shoulder and I let my eyes roam on her neck as a bunch of nasty thoughts ran in my head. I was so fucking drunk I had to press my lips together to make sure I wouldn't let out something dirty but I couldn't stop my hand from reaching her thigh. She didn't tense like I expected, she just glanced down at my fingers drawing shapes on her thigh and licked her lips before focusing on the road.

I didn't know how long it took but when she parked, I made a huge effort to look away, noticing we were in my driveway.

"Hey, I never gave you my address, did I?"

I saw an emotion appear on her face but she pushed it away and shook her head a bit without answering me. She got out of my car and walked to my side, opening the door quickly and bending down to my level.

"Can you walk by yourself?"

Shamelessly, my eyes dropped to the collar of her shirt, smirking a bit when I saw part of her breasts and her bra.

"Fuck, is it my birthday?"

"Shut up, Niall." she said gently and low. "Come on."

Her boyfriend wasn't there yet, perhaps he took a longer road, and I let her help me get out of the car as I followed her to the door. I could walk by myself but feeling her arm wrapped around mine was nice and I decided not to say anything. We walked inside and she closed the door with one of her feet, bringing me to my room after I pointed it to her. She let me fall on the bed and I stared at her as she took my shoes off. The way she took care of me made a rush of affection spread through me and I licked my lips after she took my socks off.

"Need help for the rest?"

Without a word, I kept looking at her and nodded firmly, making her roll her eyes but I saw a small smile appear on her lips. She undid my pants and pulled on them hard to take them off. I didn't want to help her because I didn't want her to leave. The more time it took her, the longer she stayed. She brought her hand to the covers probably to pull them over me but I grabbed her hand, making her look up at me. I stared at her fingers as I played with them with both my hands and noticed she wasn't wearing any engagement ring but I didn't mention it.

"You're still my best friend." I let out, feeling my heart jump in my chest at my confession. "And I miss you Olivia, I fucking miss you."

"I'm right here, Nee." she pointed out softly. "We spent the evening together."

"Nuh-uh, no." I quickly disagreed, shaking my head, turning her hand around and brushing my fingertips on her palm. "We spent the night with a bunch of our friends, it's you I miss."

Silence. Nothing heavy or awkward. Just a long silence as we both remained motionless except for my fingers on her skin. It stayed like that until I looked up in her eyes and noticed she was staring at me. I wish I could read her mind.

"Mm, I need to tell you something Olivia, it's very very fucking important."

I felt her free hand press suddenly on my mouth and my eyes got bigger. She shook her head and took her hand back slowly, as if she knew exactly what I was going to tell her.

"No, not now, you're drunk."

"But Liv-"

"Please. Niall." she insisted, cutting me and talking slightly louder. "No."

I looked into her eyes and I could swear I saw pain and sadness. I just nodded at her request and I could read how relieved she was on her face. I loved her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that I never stopped, and that I always would. I wanted to tell her that I needed her, that I would give anything to be with her again, and that I couldn't live without her. I wanted to tell her she was beautiful, that no one compared to her, and that I was extremely in love with her. Instead, I stared at her as she looked down and breathed in and out deeply.

Without thinking much, I brought my hand to her leg and she jumped in surprise as it took her out of her thoughts.

"A penny for your thoughts." I smiled. "I know, with all the money I have, I could propose you more, but it's just a saying."

She chuckled and I hoped she remembered the time she actually told me that, but she didn't say anything.

"Bring your knee on the bed." I added as she frowned and I raised my eyebrows. "Please, petal."

Her traits softened, probably because of the nickname, and slowly, she did as I asked. I ran my fingers on her jeans, on the inside of her leg, my eyes following them up slowly.

"Remember that time you put me to bed when I was drunk?" I asked, licking my lips at the memory. "And then you rode me until I came.. and all my cum ended on my stomach. And I watched you lick me clean. Remember that, petal?"

I looked up in her eyes and tried to suppress a smile when I noticed her lip had parted. She was holding her breath and the sight of her at that exact moment made me swell in my boxers. I could say I wished I had the blankets of my bed over me to hide it but I was too drunk to care.

"You really need to stop talking, Nee." she pointed in in a very gentle tone, which surprised me. She grabbed my hand and brought it back on my stomach, leaving it there. "You're too drunk, you'll regret it tomorrow."

"The only thing I regret is hurting you." I admitted, swallowing hard. "And I also regret-"

The sound of her phone cut me and she moved away from the bed to grab her phone and answer. I watched her press her lips together but finally let my eyes roam on her body. She had changed slightly and I loved her curves. I wanted to run my fingers on her and feel every single one of them.

"No it's okay, I don't need help, i'll be there in a few minutes." she explained, taking me out of my thoughts, in which she was completely naked and riding me. "Yea, give me max fifteen."

She hung up and put her phone back in her pocket before looking at me and sighing. She moved closer and grabbed the blankets before tucking me in. Her face was so close to mine I had to grip the mattress with both hands to stop myself from touching her.

"Do you need anything else?"

Of course I needed something else. I needed her to get under the covers with me and let me cuddle her all night the way we used to. I needed to wake up with her in my arms tomorrow morning and all the other mornings of my life. I needed to hear her whisper to me how much she loved me before we both fell asleep.

"No, thanks Liv, i'm good."

She nodded and walked away and I kept looking at her as she turned around and turned off the lights. She closed the door and I remained motionless for a few minutes as I felt my whole body throb, It was the first time in a while that I lusted someone as much as I loved them, but I knew I would probably regret my words in the morning. I felt bad. I didn't know if i made her uncomfortable and it really was not my intention. She was normally not bothered by crude words or sex discussions but we were not dating anymore and she had a fiancé, maybe I went too far.

I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep but everything seemed to turn around behind my eyelids because of how dazed I was. I tried to focus on my breathing but I felt nauseous and it took me a while to calm my stomach. It's only when I was half-asleep that I heard the door open again. It was not completely closed but someone was pushing on it gently, making an annoying noise. I stayed still, too exhausted to move, and I recognized her scent immediately. Vanilla and honey. No one else smelled that. I thought she was gone... how long had it been since she left the room? Ten minutes? Twenty?

"Tu me manques aussi." she whispered as I felt her warm breath hit on my chin.

It took me by surprise when I felt her lips brush against mine and I decided to pretend I was asleep like she thought I was. She pressed her wet and warm lips softly on my mouth again and I felt my whole body throb at the feeling. My drunk ass wanted to kiss her back, though. I wanted to hold her close, lay her down and make love to her slowly and gently while telling her how much I loved her without caring that her boyfriend was waiting for her outside, in his car. I wanted to whisper to her what she meant to me and apologize over and over again until she'd start shaking beneath me as she'd cum. I wanted to run my mouth on her neck and hear her pant and whimper while i'd tell her how good she feels and how I never want to be away from her ever again.

Instead, I waited until she left again to open my eyes and it took me so long to fall back asleep that I didn't even remember when I did. All I could think about was her lips against mine and how bad I needed to kiss her again while fearing it may have been the very last time.

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I woke up with a groan, seeing the sun peeking through the curtains over my eyelids, and turned around in bed, pressing my face on the other pillow, feeling the cold from the fabric. I had a headache that would probably turn into a migraine as soon as i'd open my eyes and I sighed, knowing I wouldn't be able to fall asleep again.

I opened my eyes slowly with a grimace and let out a curse words when an intense and painful throbbing appeared in my head. Defeated, I got up and rubbed my eyes as I walked to the kitchen, my feet brushing on the floor and realizing I didn't have socks on. I stopped dead in my track when I remembered the night before as it all played over in my head in the span of a few seconds.

She had kissed me. Olivia had kissed me. She thought I was asleep and she told me she missed me after kissing me. I swallowed hard, remembering all the sexual things I told her too and shut my eyes tight again before sighing loud. I could try and blame alcohol but it would be a sad and pathetic move and I decided to apologize as soon as I could. I shook my head slightly and walked to the fridge, frowning when I saw something on the counter. I smiled when I realized it was a note and read it quickly.

"For your headache. Pills and coffee. Just turn the machine on. Love you! xx"

She had signed her nickname but she didn’t have to, I could recognize her handwriting anywhere, and I pushed on the 'start' button of the coffee machine before taking the pills and walking back to my room. I grabbed clean clothes and ended up in the shower. I knew I smelled bad and it was well needed but as I washed my body, I kept thinking about the night before. I thought about the way I reminded her of one of our sex encounters and the thought made my heart skip a beat. As much as I wanted to feel bad for throwing that at her in a moment of weakness, the memory of her riding me was turning me on. I groaned low, thinking about the way her lips had parted when I told her about it. Even if I was drunk last night, I could remember clearly her facial expression and I felt my cock swell at that thought.

I put my hand on the wall of the shower to hold myself as the water fell in my hair and slipped down on my face. My other hand reached for my dick and I stroked it slowly until the tip, breathing through my teeth at how sensitive it was. I wrapped my hand more around it and squeezed it harder before jerking myself in slow motion, my eyes shut tight and my fingers curling on the wall. When was the last time I had sex again? A week ago with my girlfriend, perhaps? The truth was, I hadn't felt this horny and excited in a while and the fact that it all came from a facial expression, a memory and a chaste kiss on the lips from my ex girlfriend made it even more pathetic. I wanted Liv on her knees in front of me, her mouth wrapped around my cock and her eyes staring up at me. I really needed this release and It took me only a few minutes to feel the rush of an orgasm invade me. I whimpered her nickname low as I came, feeling my cum spurt in jerky squirts on my thumb and all over the shower wall. When was the last time I did exactly that thinking about exactly the same thing? It was right after tour, when I woke up with my hard cock pressed on Olivia's ass. Some things never change.

I sighed low and finished washing myself, cleaning the wall at the same time and getting out. I quickly dressed up and when I got back in the kitchen, I jumped slightly when I saw Heidi, leaning against the counter, sipping on a cup of fresh coffee.

"Are you okay?" she asked with a frown. "Thought I heard-"

"I'm good." I cut her, not wanting to have this discussion with her at all. "How are you?"

She stared at me for a few seconds and finally sighed, taking a step closer to me and grabbing something on the counter. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed what it was and I just licked my lips a bit nervously. Did I forget to mention that I had seen Olivia again?

"When were you gonna tell me?"

"Oh, I thought you knew." I lied with a shrug. "Yea I was drunk last night and Liv and her boyfriend drove me home."

Her traits softened when I mentioned Olivia's boyfriend and she sighed with a nod. I didn't like lying to her and I didn't like how messy it was becoming. I didn't want to hurt her but at the same time, I knew that what we had couldn't continue.

"Maybe we could invite them over for dinner? We could invite Liam, Louis, Harry and their girlfriends, too."

I raised my eyebrows, glad that she proposed it because I had thought about it too. I just hoped it would go well between all of us, especially between Heidi and Olivia, since they really didn't get along. There would be many other persons though, so they wouldn't have to interact too much.

"Yea, good idea, i'll text them." I just shrugged with a nod.

Heidi sent me a smile but my heart jumped in my chest when I saw her crumpling Liv's note in her hand before throwing it in the bin. I blinked a few times, trying to keep my emotions in, and cleared my throat.

"Tomorrow night?" I proposed.

"Yea, i'm free tomorrow."

I nodded and grabbed my phone in my pocket, quickly texting my ex girlfriend as Heidi moved past me, letting her hand slide on my upper arm.

"It's my turn, I need a shower."

I held my breath, hoping I cleaned the wall well and kept on typing.

'Thanks so much for the ride last night. We're having a friends' night at my place tomorrow, would you and your boyfriend like to join us?'

I hit send before texting Louis, Liam and Harry something similar but when I heard the shower, my head raised up and I glanced at the bin. I licked my lips, wondering if Heidi would notice anything but decided that I didn't care. I walked to it and took the paper back from the trash, folding it quickly and putting it in my pocket. I felt like a teenager for wanting to keep that kind of souvenir but it didn't matter. It was not my type to keep useless stuff but I couldn't resign myself to throw away a symbol of affection from her since I was not getting them anymore.

"You're an idiot." I whispered to myself as I poured coffee in a mug.

I only had time to take a sip before I heard my phone beep. and almost dropped it as I tried to check it.

'We'll be there! What time and what should we bring?'

I smiled, staring at the words she had typed, and felt relieved to see she was not pissed at me or felt uncomfortable. I could apologize in a text message but I really wanted to do it face to face so I just decided to wait, quickly typing her an answer. I felt a bit nervous, not knowing how it would go but at the same time, I couldn't wait to see her again.

I brought my fingertips on my lips, remembering hers against my mouth not even twelve hours before and I couldn't help but wonder when I'd feel them again. When I found out she was getting married, I thought it would never happen but the night before brought back more hope inside of me. I had to do something, I just didn't know what yet. All I knew was that I still was not ready to give up. I probably never would be.

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drjackandmissjo · 4 years

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Roses are Red, Tattoos are Forever

Chapter 3 --- previous chapter

Feysand masterlist

The Sherlock Conundrum

Florist and tattoo artist Au, Modern Day

“Can you please stop with this madness? Hugh Laurie is clearly the best Sherlock ever!”

They were both sitting on the couch of his living room. Really close to each other. She had her left knee under her body and was fully facing him. He had been throwing glances at her way the whole time she’s been there, and now was admiring her everything as they bantered lovingly.

After a particularly rough client, that had taken her nearly seven hours to finish, she came into his shop claiming: “We’re both closing earlier, I need to rest and so do you.”

At his attempt to tell her off, cause “I don’t need to rest I am in pristine fit every second of every minute”, she simply replied with an elongated ‘Please’ and a pair of puppy dog eyes that would’ve put a Labrador to shame.

Useless to say, they ended up on his couch half an hour later, a marathon of the fourth season of House M.D. on the television and chips and popcorn all around.

Feyre is harder than she looks, tougher. She likes to drink whiskey and burning liquor and beer.

Rhys, on the other hand, is a refined rosé man. He drinks fruity drinks and cocktails and vodka. He tried the same stuff that she drinks, once, when they went out with the rest of the inner circle after Az had received a promotion. It didn’t end well.

Feyre and Cassian will forever tease him about it.

Since their taste in alcohol was on such a wide spectrum, they decided to settle for some sparkly Coca-Cola for that fine night.

About halfway through episode six, the debate had begun. The show was soon forgotten and left as a white noise machine that lulled them into their silliness.

“Feyre Darling. You are being delusional. Dr House’s got nothing on RDJ’s Sherlock. Just cause the character was inspired by Conan Doyle’s work it doesn’t mean it can be considered a Sherlock.”

She laughed. A delicious sound that was filling his days more and more each morning. “Do you know that Conan Doyle based Shelly on a doctor, right? Also, yeah Jude Law’s better than Wilson, that is true.”

“Can we just agree that Cumberbatch and Freeman are equally amazing.”

“Yeah, duh! But, controversial opinion: I don’t actually ship Jonhlock romantically.”

“More like platonic soul-mates? Makes complete sense. They are not interested in each other at all. You are right, Fey-ruh Acheron.”

‘HOW DARE SHE...’, he thought severely displeased.

“Oh please don’t be pissed at me. I like them together and everything, but in my mind, Sherlock is pretty much ace-aro. I mean, Cumberbatch was also Smaug. Which in the books is described as a dragon while the movies decided to portray him like a vixen...” He solemnly nodded.

That is, indeed, a severe problem in mainstream media.

“That is, indeed, a severe problem in today mainstream media. We live in a world where people don’t know the difference between one another! Daenerys Mother of Dragons? More like Dany The Soccer Mom of three cool lizards. That would be more appropriate!”

“Don’t talk to me about Dany, I’m still pissed about Jonerys. I mean, fan-service much? Okay, I can deal with that. But don’t freaking kill Viserion and try to make us all believe that HIS MOTHER WOULD FUCK HER NEPHEW THIRTY MINUTES LATER!”

She laughed again.

‘Gods above and below,’ he thought, ‘how much can a person love another?’

“Agree 100% on Viserion, though Jon after Ygrit should’ve just zipped up his pants and close business. You experience that kind of love once in your screentime. And when you do, Martin kills the counterpart off immediately after the big scene. You know that sadist is gonna kill you off, so just spare him the dirty deeds to write.”

“The dirty deeds are the reasons he is taking so much to finish that freaking book. Also, salty much?"

"You dare calling me salty? It’s been years and you still weep over Robb’s body.”

“Excuse you, it is a very fine body. Have you seen Richard Madden lately? With that kilt at Kit and Rose’s wedding? Fine AF.”

She was now scooting over, moving closer to his face to find a reaction.

“Fine, you’re right. But Darling, you know damn well I am attracted to that man, you can’t just casually throw his name around! That would be like me, saying that Misha has aged like a fine whisky.”

“And where would a lie hide in that sentence?”

“ANYWAY. We were talking of something terrifically important.”

He decided to add a Meaningful Pause to give himself some dramatic effect...

“How can you say you don’t ship Jonhlock romantically?”

‘Honesly I love that woman. She is my other half, I would die for her and with her. My life without her has no meaning.

But if her answer doesn’t please me then so help me God I will suffer through a meaningless life with the strength of my ships.’ His mind said.

“I told you before the 'The Hobbit/Game of Thrones' parenthesis. When I read the books I thought of Sherlock as a madman who cared about Watson profoundly, but mostly cares about himself and his work. Someone who doesn’t dwell into feelings, doesn’t really enjoy sexual times and, truly, a modern-day asexual and aromantic asshole with a kink for unofficial police work. Yes, He and Watson are amazing together, and especially with RDJ and Jude Law I saw the sexual tension, which then I also saw in the BBC’s version. But for me, since I read the books first, Jonhlock will always be the exact relationship shown by House and Wilson. Sorry to disappoint.”

She was so close to him, he could smell her shampoo and count the freckles across her nose. She was staring directly into his soul. Rhys was fully clothed in an old tee and some pants and yet he’d never felt more naked.

“You never disappoint me. As a matter of fact, you never cess to amaze me, Feyre Acheron. You are perfect and beautiful both on the inside as well as on the outside. Here I was, looking for a polite way to kick you out of my apartment after you say you don’t ship one of my OTPs and now, here still I am trying not to be drowned into you and trying not to get lost into your eyes and I love you so fucking much that it physically hurts.”

His inner monologue at the time? ‘Fuck. FUCK. What the fuck did I just say???’

She had managed to fry his whole brain with her smart reasoning and perfect voice and now he had ruined a perfect moment by saying cheesy stuff to a girl that didn’t particularly care for cheese.

That was the end of Rhysand Sphera as we all know and love him.

Cause of death: killed by Feyre Acheron as result of saying something completely idiotic.

Only...

“Do you really mean that?”

She sounded hopeful and scared at the same time. The horrors she had to face in the past came running back to her and were written all over her face. Rhys took her hands in his. They were both trembling.

His mouth had probably never been that dry and yet aching to speak at the same time. He could only nod and pray she reciprocated.

That was the moment of truth.

“Of course I mean it. All of it. Each unsaid sentence and each shared glances. Every time I bring you coffee or a send you a picture of a dog that walks into my shop with its owner even though I’m terrified of them. The dog, not the owner. Even though some owners of dogs are terrifying. I have been in love with you for so long, I forgot how it feels not loving you. I look back at those times when you were not in my life and even back then I knew I was missing something. And when he-who-must-not-be-named showed up and swept you off your feet away from me, I was broken beyond repair. But you came back and made me hope that maybe, maybe all my dreams could become true. But you were hurt and also broken, and you needed time to heal. You still do. I shouldn’t have said anything, but you’re just so fucking amazing that I struggle to not scream ‘I Love You’ every time you breathe. I am utterly in love with you and hopelessly devoted to you. I understand if you still need time to heal or would rather be with someone else. But I said it, and I do not intend on taking it back.”

She was kneeling on the couch, her hands still clutching his, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t take it back.”

Rhys thought he had heard what he wanted, so he had to ask, “What?”, a dumbstruck disbelieving-his-luck expression plastered on his face.

“I said don’t take it back. I feel the same way. I am utterly in love with you and hopelessly devoted to you too. I thought you hated me after, well, Tamlin. It is pleasant knowing we reciprocate each other’s feelings.”

Feyre laughed again, breaking the spell between them. Only, now the deed was done. Neither of them could hold their emotions in any longer. Feyre leaned in and so did Rhys, and their lips met halfway in a once in a lifetime, epic romance, Full on Princess Bride type of kiss.

After they both ran out of breath, they simply remained connected in every way possible given their awkward position. Foreheads never leaving each other, hands clasped together, lips barely touching. That spell, though, didn’t last for long. Soon they yearned to touch each other’s skin and feel each other’s bodies.

They were never going to have enough of each other.

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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❉ 139 Dreams (Tasuku Senoo) Valentine

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Genre: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Comedy, Valentine’s Day ☁

Word Count: 1,999 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Senoo ☁

World: Prince of Stride ☁

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You were lost in thought, staring at a group of freshmen playing hacky sack in the front courtyard. Though your eyes followed their movement, your mind was distracted by racing thoughts of what you should do for Valentine’s day. It was the day after tomorrow, and you wanted to finally confess to the second year that had captured your heart, but you were pretty much socially awkward – how the hell were you supposed to tell him? Knowing you, you’d end up tripping over your own words and making yourself look like a fool.

Something pushed against your arm, making your thoughts break. It was best friend and classmate, Bantarou. He grinned brightly, poking your cheek. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I told you not to call me that. It’s stupid.”

“Aww, don’t be like that. It rhymes!”

You rolled your eyes, used to his childish behavior. “What are you doing for Valentines?”

“Ah, we have a concert scheduled!”

“Damn, really?” You slid down on the bench, groaning. You hated crowds, and concerts were an absolute no-no for you. Now, what were you gonna do?

“Why? What’s up?” He cocked his head to the side, strands of blonde falling over his green eyes.

“I was thinking… maybe… I could, you know…”

His brow furrowed for a moment before he realized what you were trying to say. “You’re gonna confess to Tassun!” His voice was so loud that the nearby freshman stopped and looked over at you.

You felt your face heat up as you shoved your palm in his face. “Be quiet, idiot!”

“Imfsbhforruhufy!”

With a sigh, you removed your hand. “You and I… we graduate soon. If I don’t tell him now, I’ll lose my chance.”

“And then you’ll regret not taking it.”

You nodded with a frown. You didn’t really expect him to return your feelings – he’s one of the most popular kids in school, being an idol and all, plus he’s never really shown any interest in you. Still, you’d rather take a chance than spend your life wondering ‘what if’. This Valentine’s day was do or die for you.

Bantarou watched you closely with a frown. He never enjoyed seeing others sad, even people he didn’t know. He was the type to do everything in his power to make people happy, but you weren’t just a person he met on the street. The two of you had been together since you were in diapers; you were family. He smiled, patting your shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry, I have a plan!”

“Why do I suddenly have a bad feeling?”

“Trust me~”

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‘Meet me in homeroom this afternoon at exactly six-thirty pm, not a second later! And bring your chocolates :D’

That was the message Bantarou had left on your phone the morning of Valentine’s. Class would end around four-thirty, so it’d be no issue being alone in homeroom – because there was no way you were gonna do this in front of a crowd. Galaxy Standard’s concert began at seven-thirty, though. There’s no way Bantarou could meet you there and make it to the arena on time. Just what was that boy planning?

You sat on the windowsill of your homeroom class, watching as the last of the students left the school. Only teachers and clubs were left behind, so the halls were nearly silent. The descending sun cast a spectrum of orange and red across the class.

You glanced at your watch – six twenty. Nerves were beginning to set in as the time ticked by. Your palms were sweaty, despite how many times you wiped them on your pants, and your heart rate was faster than normal. You were so nervous because you didn’t know what that blonde dolt had planned for you. Not knowing what to expect was frustrating.

It was faint, but your ears picked up the sound of running in the hall. It was far away, but steadily getting closer judging by the increase in sound. You glanced at your watch again – six twenty-nine. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves. Whatever he had planned, it was about to go down. You glanced at the small box of chocolates sitting on the sill next to you.

It was round, rather than heart-shaped, and stood taller than it did wide. With the help of the sweet old lady that lived next to you, you had managed to whip up this chocolate cheesecake bar that she swore would win over the heart of anyone who ate it. The bottom layer was a mix between a cookie and a brownie – the texture was soft, but it didn’t crumble when you touched it. The middle was a cream cheese spread that was the perfect mixture of sweetness – it wasn’t overwhelming in sweetness, nor was it underwhelming. Finally, the top layer was similar to the bottom, but it was softer and covered with chocolate spread and a white chocolate drizzle. You had to admit, it was hard resisting the urge to eat it yourself – it was just so damn good. It helped that the sweet old lady had threatened to smack you if you didn’t deliver it to your valentine rather than your own stomach.

The door slammed open, making you jump and snap your eyes to the intruder. Senoo stood there, holding onto the frame. He was breathing heavily.

“Senoo, what’s – ”

He sprinted across the room so fast you had to question if he teleported. It was out of character for him, but he grabbed your arm and tugged you into his chest, arms tight around your back. His body shook as he tried to catch his breath.

Since he was taller than you, your face was now squished against his bare chest. You were currently thanking whoever thought it would be a good idea to have him wear a sleeveless vest and no shirt when he performed on stage. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the dirty thoughts that had sprung to your mind at the sight of his porcelain skin.

“Is there a reason you’re trying to squeeze the life out of me, Senoo?”

His grip got pretty tight before loosening. He stepped back, holding you in place by your shoulders as his brown eyes scanned your body from head to toe. “Are you alright?”

“Umm, define ‘alright’.” Yes, you were physically fine, but with him standing there in front of you looking like that, you sure as hell were not mentally fine.

His eyes narrowed at you. “Bantarou-senpai said you were being harassed by a few guys in your class. He said you came here to meet with them about it.”

Your eye twitched in disbelief. That was his plan?! Was he crazy?! Of course, he was, you didn’t even have to ask. You groaned, grabbing the side of your head with your hand. How many headaches had he given you over the years? “I don’t know where Ban got such a ridiculous idea from, but I’m afraid he may have tricked you.”

“What?”

Oh boy, did Senoo look angry. Clearing your throat, you stepped back away from him. His cologne wasn’t helping your throbbing head. “Sorry, this is my fault.”

“You told him to do it?”

“What? No, of course not! Only he could come up with something so – ugh.” You turned around, your hands wrapping around the box nervously. “I didn’t know what to do for Valentines. Of course, I had someone in mind – he’s been on my mind since I first met him, but I had no idea how to approach him. It’s obvious he doesn’t view me the same.”

Senoo scoffed. “Why are you telling me, senpai? This has nothing to do with me.”

Blunt as always.

“It does, actually.” You took a deep breath and whirled around, thrusting the box out towards him and shutting your eyes tightly. You couldn’t bear to look at him. “Be my valentine, Senoo Tasuku!”

He stared at the box blankly. “Is this a joke?”

Your cheeks reddened and you finally met his gaze. “No, you idiot! Your senpai is confessing to you, here, show some respect!”

Senoo quickly looked away, trying to cover his face with the back of his hand, but he wasn’t quick enough – you saw the pink dusting those cheeks of his. It gave you a boost of confidence.

You grabbed his free hand and plopped the box into his hand. “I get that you don’t like me back, and that’s fine, but you could at least accept the damn sweets that I worked my ass off on yesterday.” And with that, you brushed past him and left the room, pacing steadily increasing until you finally broke out into a run. God, that was so embarrassing.

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The next day, you decided to spare yourself more embarrassment by staying home from school. Your parents were both at work so they had no idea you hadn’t gone, and the teacher wouldn’t make a call home after missing a single day.

Your phone vibrated again – it was only the thousandth time since last night. You chose to ignore it by throwing your pillow over your head. You knew it was Bantarou calling to ask about how it went. Or maybe he already knew and he was trying to make sure you were okay. Either way, you were grateful that he cared so much, but you just weren’t in the mood to talk about it. You just wanted to forget that it happened and move on.

Simple… right?

It should have been, but nothing was simple when it came to the Galaxy Standard.

The chime of the doorbell echoed throughout your house and you reluctantly crawled out of bed, remembering that your father was expecting a package from work. He said they would just leave it outside, but maybe they needed a signature?

The doorbell chimed again, and again once more.

“Yeah, I’m coming!” You hopped down the stairs, trying to get to the door before the guy gave himself a hernia. You swung the door open and immediately cursed yourself for not checking who it was first. You tried to slam it shut, but his reflexes were sharper than yours from being on the stride team for so long.

You groaned as Senoo forced his way into your home before shutting the door behind himself. Attempting to ignore him, you turned around and headed back up the stairs, acutely aware of the footsteps following behind you.

“You didn’t come to school today.”

‘No shit, Sherlock.’ “You’re clearly skipping to, so don’t lecture me about missing school.” You entered your room and fell onto your bed, burying your face into your pillow.

Senoo stood in the doorway awkwardly, not confident enough to enter your room without permission. “Can we talk?”

“We are talking.” You muttered into the pillow. You were surprised he was able to understand you.

“About yesterday, senpai.” He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms. “We had a miscommunication that needs to be cleared up.”

You lifted your head out of the pillow, turning to face the wall. “Pretty sure we didn’t.”

“When you first explained about your valentine, I thought you were talking about a different guy. Then you gave it to me… I assumed I was your second choice and…” His hand covered his reddening cheeks as he shifted. “I didn’t want to be your second choice. I wanted to be your first choice.”

“What…. what…” You pulled yourself up, staring at him with wide eyes. You noticed his blush and slowly approached him, reaching out to lay your hand on his cheek. It was warm to the touch.

His eyes met yours, burning with an intensity you’ve only seen during his stride matches. “I want to be more than just your valentine, senpai.” He slipped his hand over yours and leaned in, hesitating as your lips got close.

You closed the distance, pressing your lips and body against his own. “You will always be my first choice, Senoo.”

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honeyjaws · 4 years

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im gonna scream u know. questionarie!!! lua and arthur!!! i efbsnmdakjsdn

@koalateamusings @lauriejuspeczyk r just out to get me

1. How did they first meet?

in St Denis at a bar lmao. he finds Bill and Lua and Vi after they saved Bill’s ass on a job that went awwwwwry. Bill’s fucken sloshed and like ‘they gotta come with us they would be useful aorthur’ and Arthur would be like ‘.... I GUESS’ and Lua n Vi are like cheers i’ll drink to that.

2. What did they think of each other at first? What was their first impression of the other?

Lua thought he was fucking handsome but quiet as alll hell a little awkward lol. also guarded; she’d wanna ask about the things he’s writing and drawing in his journal but wouldn’t ask because she feels it’d cross some boundary with him. Arthurrrrrrrr would draw her (like he does everyone its no big shut up!!!) and write something about how she’s new but he’d like to know her, he’s liked how he is around her and hopes that lasts. also she’s pretty sure sure.

3. Were they immediately interested / attracted, or did that come later?

UM like! yes and no! attraction was TOTAAALLLLY there but they both have,,, issues (because u fucking know Arthur is there like ‘well im fucking ugly’ and everyone else in the world is like ??? ??? but anyway) and so nothing actuallllly substantial happened until Arthur almost died in Guarma because of course it takes a big dramatic event for them to accept their,,,, feelings. crazy kids!!!

4. Why did they fall for each other?

just because~~~~

ok but like Arthur is the nicest and most genuine person Lua’s ever met and when she finally does ask about his journal she asks if he draws places he’d like to go one day because lord knooows she would love to be anywhere but the camp and he tells her he only draws what he knows and she says maybe it’s worth leaving to see more and when he tells her that if she left he’d go too she believes him and thinks maybe they could get away from all this and find something that fits and works for them in the world that’s changing and shifting away from the type of life they lead far faster than they can keep up with. maybe when arthur takes a moment to brush a feather or a flower or dried fucking grass out of lua’s hair and uses it as an opportunity to tuck her hair behind her ear and be close to her for a moment he doesn’t think he should have, a moment he’s feels he’s stealing from her, he knows that when she tells him he’s a good man she’s sincere and he wants so badly to believe it when it comes from her lips so in that moment he does.

did this answer the q? no! it’s just because!!!

5. Who flirted more before they started their relationship and how?

Lua lol. But that’s also kind of just how she is as a person. but with Arthur she’d actually mean it lol. He would make his self-deprecating comments about how he’s super ugly or a bad baaaad man she’d say he’s far from it.

6. Who made the first move/confessed first?

um it was a mutual thing u know. Arthur’s like basicalllllly dead and sun roasted on a horse returning from Guarma w a fresh case of TB and i have to pause a moment brb

ok right so with Lua seeing Arthur not dead like she thought is fucking overwhelmed by what she’s feeling and rushes to hug his crispy ass and when all their excitement and the Big Energy from that has passed Lua says “i love you, just. by the way. I’m glad you’re back” and Arthur responds by holding her face and telling her how when he was out there he kept thinking that one of the first things he needed to do when he got back was tell her that he loved her because he didn’t want to die without telling her. hmmm foreshadowing wrow.

7. When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances?

one time when they were drunk and they didn’t talk about it after don’t worry about it mind your business, they did so why cant you???

8. Which one is more easily made jealous?

I honestly cannnnot see Arthur being a jealous type because he’s got that self esteeeeem issue problem and would go for some self-deprecating shit before jealousy like “yeah there’s someone out there better than me, I don’t blame her”. so i guess the answer there is Lua?? but at the end of the day i dont see them caring too much because they’ve gotttta make up for lost time lol.

9. What do they fight about? Who’s the first to apologize?

haha after Arthur Realizes™ how he feels about Lua they go on a heist and she gets hurt but hides it until they’re back at camp and he gets so! mad! when he finds out he snaps at her like ‘what if it were worse what if she didnt make it back?’ and then Realizes™ part 2 that he was just scared of losing her and apologizes but doesn’t go into big big detail because this is stillll before anything actually significant has happened w them and they’re both like “oh my feelings couldn’t possibly be requited and therefore are not real.”

10. Did they have a first date? Where did they go?

not realllllly the closest thing would be pretending to be newlyweds on a heist n_~

11. What do their friends and family think? Do they approve of the relationship?

ALL PARTIES APPROVE LMAO. e v e r y o n e knew how they felt about each other before they did and would try to get them to admit it especiallllly Vi and Rosa!!! they’d tease Lua like “ADMIT IT U IDIOT” and she’d be like “shut up Kieran is,,, weird and John smells like a horse!!!”

Most importantly tho Hosea thinks it’s good and that they’d be able to make a nice life together. lol.

12. Do they like to cuddle/hold hands? Do they prefer to do it privately rather than in public?

FUCKING YA FUCK. catch Arthur and Lua at the campfire w Arthur’s arm around her or just ~*cozied up*~ because time is fleeting bitch :~)

13. How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time (If they do)? Under what circumstances does it happen?

i just said time is fleeting!!! but also ok like! they’re drunk one night, shortly after Lua and Vi join the gang, and the night ends w just them at the campfire and some romantic (but like when youre just meeting someone and ur drunk and like sure romance lol) shit happens. lua’s like ‘just dance with me it’ll be fun! there’s no one around!’ and arthur, reluctant, is like ‘well alright’ but he’s smiling he’s content and then they have a really sloppy night together that afterwards neither of them acknowledge for a long long while. after theyre like fucken weird around each other for a bit. Lua obviously tells Vi and then Rosa because she caannnnot keep that secret for long but what she can do for a long is deny any feelings she has for Arthur lol. Things stop being weird when she tells herself it was just a one night thing and Arthur isn’t into her like that. Put it in a box amirite n_~

14. Who tops?

oh my god

15. Do they get married? Who proposes & how?

cruel cruel world must i go on

16. Do they have children? How many? What are their names?

cruel cruel world im gone

#oc: lua #x: no one would have me #i crave annihilation

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redhoodssweetheart · 5 years

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Vintage Tattoos Part Four

Genre: Alternate Universe, Tattoo Shop AU, Vintage Shop AU, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tattoo Artist!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: A few swear words

Description: Bucky owns a vintage clothing shop and you own a tattoo shop right next door. Bucky’s had a crush on you since the moment you stepped into his shop over two years ago, but you were in a relationship with someone else. Now that you’ve broken it off with your significant other and all of Bucky’s friends are telling him to go for it.

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Bucky was sitting in his shop, his head resting on his fists as he stared out his front window. It had only been a day since Sam confirmed that you had feelings for him as well and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it yet.

Should he just come out and tell you the next time the two of you were together?

Sam would do that, but Bucky wasn’t Sam.

The bell on the door rang and you waltzed inside with a bright smile on your face, “Hey Buck, are you ready for Steve’s gallery opening tomorrow night?”

Bucky’s heartbeat skipped a couple of beats as he smiled back at you. You had rested your elbows on the counter and mimicked his position, the two of you inches from one another. “Yeah, but I’ve been talking Steve down all day. He’s running around in a tizzy because he doesn’t think the gallery is perfect enough.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve been to that gallery plenty of times, he has nothing to worry about.” You poked his arm with your finger and said, “Do you know what you’re wearing tomorrow night?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t know if I’m being honest. I have the suit picked out, but it’s the tie that’s giving me trouble.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” you said. “I’m wearing the dress you gave me,” you looked down slightly not wanting to meet his intense gaze. “Wanda found me a nice pair of shoes that’ll work with it.”

“You’ll look gorgeous, doll,” you looked at him, his eyes were focused on you, crinkled at the sides where he was smiling. Your breath hitched and he pulled away from you a little, clearing his throat. “Is there anything else you need? Jewelry? A purse? I can loan somethin’ to you if you need it.”

You shook your head, “I’m covered, but thanks, Buck.”

He wondered why you had just shown up like this. Had Sam spilled the beans to you? Or had you just come to see him? “Is there a reason you came to see me or did you just want to drop in and say hello?”

You straightened up, “I just came to see you, but I was coming in hoping for some type of inspiration. I think I have an idea for your tattoo, but I’m just trying to work out the kinks in my head. I thought that if I saw you in the shop it would help spur on the creative juices.”

“Are you going to tell me what the idea is?” He asked curiously as his eyes followed you as you walked around his shop, your fingers dancing over the fabric of the clothes hanging from the racks.

You glanced at him over your shoulder, “You’ll find out once I get a clearer picture. Until then you’ll just have to be patient.”

He whined, “Come on! Just a little hint?”

You shook your head, a laugh bubbling up inside you, “Nope, sorry. I don’t want to jinx it.”

He frowned at you and crossed his arms over his chest causing the material of his shirt to stretch over his muscles. “Then maybe I’ll just take back what I said about letting you tattoo me.”

You smirked, “No you won’t. I can see the curiosity in your eyes. I’ve got you hook, line, and sinker.” Oh if you only knew. “I need to get back, Sam is coming in today to get a touch up done. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You waved as you headed for the door leaving Bucky staring after you.

When you were back in your shop Sam was already there and sitting in your chair, “Hey Y/N, where’d you disappear too?”

You sat down next to him and grinned, “Went to see Buck next door for a few minutes. We were talking about Steve’s gallery opening.”

Sam grinned, “You wearing the dress he gave you?”

You paused as you were halfway through pulling on your second glove, “How do you know about the dress?”

“We were talking about you and it last night,” the look on Sam’s face told you that he knew more than he was letting on.

The other girls paused as well, Sam was currently the only client in the shop, the others were preparing for their next clients. “What do you know Sam Wilson?” You questioned.

“I don’t know if I should meddle in this,” but the mischievous look in his eyes told a different story.

Natasha strolled over and laid a hand on Sam’s shoulder causing him to look up at her, “Spill.”

“Well there’s something special about that dress,” he began, his eyes falling back on you.

“Yeah,” you cut him off. “He said that the woman who brought it in said that her mother found the love of her life wearing the dress. He hadn’t wanted to get rid of it because there was something special about it.”

“Y/N, he was saving that dress to give to the person that he loves,” Sam said. Your eyes widened and it felt as if the wind had been knocked from your lungs. “He wasn’t keeping it because there was something special about it, he was waiting for the right person to give it to, the love of his life and all that romantic stuff.”

You stood up quickly, your head felt like it was spinning, “No, no, no Bucky doesn’t love me. He’s never showed any interest in me other than friendship.”

Peggy let out a laugh, “No interest? Darling, he’s letting you tattoo him, do you know how long Steve has been trying to get him to get a tattoo? Since they were teenagers and Steve wanted one. Bucky always refused.”

“Plus have you not seen that way he looks at you?” Wanda asked. “That boy is clearly smitten and so are you.”

You ran a hand over your face, “What do I do now?!”

“Wear the damn dress and finally tell the idiot you feel the same way!” Natasha said. “All of us are so tired of watching you two dance around one another. The romantic tension is about to drive us all up a wall.”

Sam patted your arm, “You can do it because God knows when he’s going to work up enough courage to tell you how he feels.” Sam told you he would come back on another day so that you could do his touch up, he knew after that bomb he just dropped you needed a bit to process it and probably wasn’t in the right headspace to tattoo him or anyone else.

The girls left you alone as you sat in your chair staring at a wall replaying every moment you had ever shared with Bucky over in your head. How had you missed it?

The next night you and Bucky got ready nervously. Tonight was the night, you both told yourselves. The night that you told each other how you really feel and pray that Sam was right.

When the dress was on and you had finished that last touches you needed to do and then you went to meet Natasha in the living room. Wanda was with Vision already and would meet the two of them at the gallery.

Natasha had her short hair perfectly coiffed in the style of a forties woman and her dress was a deep blue with sleeves that almost reached her elbows. She looked as beautiful as always. She smiled when she noticed you, “Ready?”

You nodded and bit your lip, “I think so.”

She took your hand and squeezed it, “Trust us, I know you think that maybe we’re all wrong and that he’ll turn you down, but we know. Bucky is head over heels for you. Tell him how you feel, I promise it will all work out.”

Natasha’s words calmed you down some. Knowing that they were all so convinced about this helped ease your nerves some. If Sam said that Bucky loved you then he must know what he’s talking about because he is one of Bucky’s closest friends.

The two of you headed downstairs and caught a cab across town to Steve’s gallery where there was already a crowd of people waiting to get inside. Sam was waiting outside with Wanda and Vision, they waved you and Natasha over, people watching with envious eyes as you got to bypass the line altogether and headed inside.

Your eyes immediately landed on Steve and Peggy, they were standing next to Clint Barton and Tony Stark, the four of them deep in conversation, but when Steve noticed your group enter he excused himself and walked over with Peggy right beside him. “You’re here!” He hugged each of them, a bright smile on his face. “Thank you for coming.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Stevie,” you told him.

“I know, but it’s still such a relief to see you all here,” he said with a sheepish smile.

Natasha looked around, “Where’s Bucky?”

“Running a bit behind,” Steve waved his hand. “He sounded a little frazzled on the phone.”

“I wonder why,” Sam said as he raised an eyebrow.

You smacked Sam in the stomach and glared at him. Steve looked between the two of you, “What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly. “I’m gonna go look at the paintings.” And then you bolted before Sam could say anything further.

You wandered from painting to painting looking at how Steve had reimagined modern New York into a 1940s setting. He had always been a bit of a history buff and had done several paintings of historical sites, but he had never actually done one as if he had been there himself witnessing what life had been like.

You were on the fourth painting, it looked like it was a dance hall, women and men dancing together and just having fun, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned around you discovered Bucky standing right behind you, a nervous smile on his face, “Hey, doll.”

“Hey, Buck,” you smiled back, your heart felt like it was lodged in your throat.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said.

You grinned, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizing too.”

He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled, “Yeah, you’re right.” He glanced at the picture you had been studying before he had interrupted. “It’s great, isn’t it? I got an early look when he was working on these.”

You turned back to the painting, “Yeah, Steve’s a natural.”

He came to stand behind you, your bodies were mere inches from one another and he bent down so that his lips were close to your ear as he whispered, “Don’t tell Steve, but I think your work is better.”

You chuckled, “I don’t know, Buck. I think Steve deserves to know you think his art pales in comparison to mine.” You turned around and saw him grinning. “Hey Buck,” you started as he said, “Hey Y/N.” You both laughed awkwardly. “You first,” you said.

“Can we go somewhere a little bit more private?” Had his palms been sweating the entire time? Probably. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

You nodded, nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “Sure Buck. Lead the way.”

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secretblog1212 · 5 years

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Love is a Train Wreck, and That’s okay.

To @onceyoukaspbrakyouneverkaspback I hope you enjoy it! Don’t worry, it has a happy ending!

A story of hopeless idiots falling in love through many trial and errors. Many many errors. and miscommunications.

Prompt used: a soulmate au with reddie (eddie/richie)

Warnings for: not descriptive but some nsfw, angsty upset boys, them not understanding feelings, internalized homophobia, homophobia, repressed feelings and of course the big gays.

Richie chuckled thinking about how he and Eddie finally realized they were meant to be. It truly was a story from some romance book Beverly would read. But the six desperate teens sitting in front of the Losers, looking up to their Uncle Richie with big, hopeful eyes that meant he couldn't refuse.

“Well, my dear children, the story of how me and Your Uncle Ed's got together is a bit of a wild story, so buckle in. We didn’t figure it out as quickly as your parents all did. This one is gonna be a bumpy ride.”

Richie sent a loving glance to his husband. His beautiful, amazing, handsome husband then took a deep breathe and began to tell a love story of the ages.

Richard Tozier was fifteen when he figured out who he would love for the rest of his life. He had spent an entire half of the year waiting for some magical sign, or some movie scene where the light shines on some girls hair and time seems to slow down. Maybe she would walk past him and drop some books, and he would smile and help her pick them up then ask for her number and they would start dating.

That’s how it goes in the movies, right? But this isn’t a movie, and there is no way Richie's life could give him an easy win.

Richie found out one day when he was looking at the most beautiful, dedicated person he knew. They were in the middle of an argument with Bev over “Who the best superhero is?”.

Bev was immediately down for IronMan, an egotistical man changed due to trauma brought on by his own fame turned vigilante then officially turned superhero. Classic character turn around, and Tony Stark had the sass and sarcasm to spice up any movie or comic he was in.

She gave a strong argument. Tony was one of Richie's personal favorites so it was hard not to side with her straight out of the gate. But when he saw Eddie, red in the face, fully dedicated and willing to defend SpiderMan till his dying breath, Richie felt a swarm of butterflies escape into his entire chest. Since when was Eddie so pretty?

Maybe he always was, Richie decided, but he was too much of a dumbass to realize. It took a full five minutes for Stan to point out his staring problem, which, valid. Ben even went on to joke that he better be careful not to let any flies in.

Richie laughed it off like a joke, because maybe his mind was just playing a joke on him. Yeah he knew he played for both teams but he couldn’t ever date another boy. His parents would kill him! So no, no thank you body. He would have to find someone else, a nice, pretty girl to be soulmates with before the year was over or else he might have some trouble in the future.

Things only got worse the farther into the year they got. Richie was asked at least once a week if he had “Found the one” and he couldn’t very well say “Well yeah, but I can’t date Eddie ‘cause that might make everything weird.”.

So he just laughed it off, said some joke about how maybe it was that smoking waitress or Claire Welsman from history. Soon enough everyone stopped asking.

Things got easier to hide the longer this went on. He wouldn’t let himself stare when they stripped in the locker room or at the Quarry. He still forced himself to make jokes and kiss Eddie's cheek just to see him go pink in the face. He still cuddled up with everyone during movie nights and threw popcorn at Eddie and Bev till all the pieces were either thrown in their mouths or on the floor.

He just had to keep reminding himself that the lovey dovey feeling in his chest when Eddie laughed at his jokes wasn’t real. That Eddie wasn’t adorable, and neither was the dimple in his left cheek or the way he would curl into Richie's side and fall asleep, which really really wasn’t adorable. Eddie definitely was not cute when he would get so wrapped up in homework or studying that his tongue would poke out the side of his mouth. No most definitely not.

And his perfect world lasted for years. Richie was able to convince the others that there must of been a fluke because he had no idea who his heart belonged to. Until college at least. Well, he did manage to last most of it anyway.

Eddie's number just so happened to be twenty three, eight years later than Richie. By that point Richie had had many girlfriends and hookups at parties. If he was going to keep denying that he was in love he would at least play it well.

And when Eddie began to question the gut twisting feeling he had when saw Richie with girl after girl he thought nothing major of it. He just didn’t like to see his friend going with people who were just after a quick fuck.

But he could no longer deny it when he walked in on Richie and some slutty cop at a Halloween party and ran to Bill crying. The realization had just hit him in the face like a tsunami wave and he wasn’t sure how to interpret it.

Bill let him spend the night and they went out to the gas station to get a few tubs of their favorite ice creams (Bill’s favorite is Neapolitan while Eddie is much more of a Rocky Road type of guy). He didn’t ask any questions either. The next morning, both of the now adults (scary) woke up with brain freeze headaches and had to get ready for classes.

Eddie could pretend that this never happened. He didn’t feel sad when replayed Richie without a shirt, hovering over a girl who had no clothes on at all. His gut didn’t drop to the floor and his heart didn’t shatter when he replayed the sounds that came out of said girls mouth. He didn’t know her name. Did Richie even know her name before they had gone upstairs? He definitely didn’t feel betrayed when he saw Richie walking around with hickies over his neck weeks later and was making jokes about it to Stan.

No, Eddie didn’t want to know and he had to focus on the new diagram his Professor had pulled up with the different muscles on the human leg. He didn't have time to be having any romantic realizations or think about if Richie even liked him the same way. There wasn’t any time for his gay panic.

So with a lot of self control he pushed his thoughts to back of his brain and focused on learning about how legs worked.

Eddie's next birthday came and passed and no one mentioned how he hadn’t given a name to his mystery person like Mike had last year. Or how Ben and Bev had when they were both nineteen. Even Richie didn’t make a joke about it, maybe because he was the only other one who hadn’t spilled the beans.

But college was crazy and they all were stressed for exams so no one had enough time to try to weasel it out of the smaller man. Once the summer started though, that was free game.

Bill was the first to ask, they had been friends the longest and was just curious to know what would of kept his normally self assured friend quiet. And after a few hours of rambling and more than one drink Eddie told.

Bill swore to keep his secret until Eddie was comfortable, but at the next Losers movie night he couldn’t hold back the sly smile he shot Eddie's way when he cuddled up with the lankier man.

Life kept moving, and parties came and went. So did Richie's one night stands and short flings with various girls.

Eddie was stressing out. Maybe he really wasn’t Richie's soulmate. Maybe he was destined to love someone who would never love him back. Eddie wasn’t even sure if Richie liked guys that way, Eddie had come out years ago in high school but so far as Eddie knew Richie was as straight as a ruler.

Eddie got good at pretending. Pretending that he didn’t love how warm Richie was when he laid next to him during movies. Or think that his many, many freckles weren’t the cutest thing in the world. And his curly hair definitely did not make him attractive in anyway shape or form thank you very much.

It was only on their last few weeks of college that anything new developed in the relationship, or rather the lack thereof, of Eddie and Richie.

Richie was still fully convinced that there had to of been a mistake, Eddie would of said something otherwise right? So he allowed himself to find some random girl and take her upstairs. Being sad wasn’t fun but neither was having a broken heart. At least sex gave him an escape for a few hours so he could pretend to be normal for just a little bit.

Of course Eddie had to go looking for him half way through the deed. Richie didn’t have any clothes on and neither did his counterpart, he thought her name might of been Sarah but he wasn’t sure.

Richie didn’t know how long Eddie had been standing there but he definitely heard the door thud against the wall and saw Eddie Kaspbrak staring at him from the doorway. And yeah, maybe his heart broke a little on the inside when he looked through smudged glasses at his best friends face, but his heart shattered when he saw the man he loved one of his closest friends turn away from him and practically run down stairs.

Richie removed himself from his compromising position with Sadie and found his pants as fast as he could, grabbing his shirt to put on on the way to wherever Eddie was headed.

It didn’t take long to find him surprisingly. Richie had been prepared to search all night, but he was only maybe ten feet outside the frat house, staring into the darkness of the woods.

Richard Tozier walked up to his friend, he didn’t know what to say. What even could he say? I’m sorry? That wasn’t good enough.You shouldn’t of had to see that? No. Not good enough for Eddie. His Eddie who he ignored for over eight years now.

“I- I am so sorry Eddie. You deserve so much better than me.”

Eddie did not turn around when he cleared his throat and responded. His voice was strong, and he was sure of himself.

“Who said I wanted you in the first place.”

Richie’s heart must not of broken before hand. What he felt was only a fraction of the crippling pain that throbbed in his chest at those words. But he deserved it. He fully deserved it.

There was not a single thing he could say as he watched his Eddie walk away.

And when Bill found him sitting on the curb a hour later he walked him to his apartment and told him to get some sleep, that he would call Bev and Stan and have them come over but Richie asked for Bill to go check on Eddie.

Bill hurried on his way over to his best friend. He had kept his secret all year, he was the only one who knew what was going on between them and he knew how much this must hurt both of them.

When he found Eddie he was sobbing on his porch floor, his hands were shaking too much and his vision too blurry to get the door unlocked and open. Bill let Eddie cry on his shoulder for days until he ran out of tears to cry. Then he just felt hollow and sore on the inside which might of been worse.

Eddie and Richie did not talk for two weeks. It was tense and awkward but Eddie decided he had enough crying and that he and Richie needed to have a talk so things could go back to normal again. Eddie hated unexpected change.

Eddie knocked on Richie’s apartment door, waiting patiently for his life long friend to answer. He was not expecting red rimmed eyes or tear stained cheeks to answer the door. That wasn’t his Richie, his Richie was the one who smiled and goofed off. His Richie didn’t cry.

“I think we need to talk Rich.”

Richie just opened the door further and Eddie walked in. They sat on Richie's hideous, lumpy couch in silence, both gathering their thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have-”

“It isn’t my place to-”

Their eyes met for a second and Richie chuckled for the first time in two weeks. “You first Eds.”

Eddie cleared his throat and looked down at his hands. They were sweaty and gross, no matter how many times he wiped them on his pants the clamminess wouldn’t go away.

“It isn’t my place to tell you who you can and cannot have… have sex with. And it wasn’t fair of me to be angry at you when I never said anything before and I really shouldn’t be jealous or angry because we aren’t dating but I- I think I love you Richie.”

Richie was at a loss for words. How could he tell this amazing person that he had every right to be angry. Richie knew he was in love with him since they were fifteen and he had practically been cheating on him this whole time! And wait- what did Eddie say. He must of heard him wrong.

“No! It’s my fault Eds. I. Ever since we were fifteen. I knew but I didn’t tell you. You have every right to be angry with me, be furious. I know I’m a trash human being and I’ve basically been cheating on you this whole time because I knew and-”

“Woah woah, you haven’t been cheating on me at all Richie. We weren’t even dating which is why me being upset is ridiculous and I wanted to apolog-”

“But it isn't. I knew I was in love with you when we were still kids and I thought maybe If I pretended not to be that you would get someone who deserves you. You should get someone so much better than me Eddie.”

Richie felt his throat closing back up, and his voice was croaky again. He didn’t want to cry right now. God why was he so bad at this. Eddie deserves so much better than some crybaby cheating bastard like him.

“Richie, I don’t want anyone else. I have no right to be upset with you and I did the same thing by pretending that I didn’t… feel anything towards you. You’re one of the best people I know and one of my best friends. It just hurts. Seeing someone else with something that you wanted so badly.”

“God Eddie.” Richie could feel tears threatening to start running down his cheeks but his face already felt sticky and gross and he didn't’ want to cry anymore. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to tell you that for years.”

They didn’t say I love you after that. Eddie held Richards hand while he cried and wiped away his tears. They turned on a movie but didn’t cuddle up this time, just watched it in silence, holding hands, before both of them passed out.

Things didn’t go back to normal immediately either. They were still stiff and figuring things out but they went back to being friendly to each other and after a few months explain to the very confused losers that Richie was Bi and had kind of been in love with Eddie since they were fifteen.

They laughed about it a few years later. Richie and Eddie were going strong for three years when they were able to laugh about how stupid they were as kids. Both were so much happier, and so what if Richie never told his parents or when Eddie told his mom and she cried and screamed about how he was sick and she would help him “Baby just please come home. Come home to mommy and let me fix you up.”.

They could live independent of Derry. They had for years now.

A couple more years passed and Babies started rolling around. None of them theirs yet. Adoption was an idea but that was for much later down the road. The Losers were all so excited. Of course those kids would be born with their own numbers that would tell them when they would find the love of their life. And like all curious kids they would ask questions to their Mom, Dad, Aunts and Uncles.

Another couple of years and Eddie would come home to Richie looking at babies with a wanting glint in his eyes. Sure Stan and Bill had kids with their wives and Bev was trying but Richie had always wanted a child to love and call his own. Papers were made and the two began the long process of finding a child who fit them perfectly. She was four and they both loved her with their entire hearts.

It took some getting used to but their lovely daughter loved her dads, and her dads loved her. They loved each other more than they ever could of imagined. They were scared. Scared of repeating their parents mistakes. It wasn’t fair, life hadn’t treated them kindly, they had to work for everything they got and they held it to their chest like every second meant to world to them, because it did. They had to fight before they could be happy, and they never wanted to need to fight for that right again.

“So yeah, we had a bit of a rough start but when it’s someone you love it all works out. So don’t stress about who it is or having the perfect romance together. Sometimes having a train wreck is what brings you together.”

#Reddie #Soulmates #soulmate au #it #fic exchange #happy ending #gay #angsty #my soul throbs because it hurt to write some parts #but also I love writing angst to oof #Thank you for being amazing #love you!#richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #losers #fic

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pug-bitch · 5 years

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That’s not why I’m going (3)

Maybe a bit too much

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, otherwise pretty PG

Word count: 2,060

Notes: I took some liberties with the timeline…it starts when they are still on the plane and then it jumps forward by a few days, and there’s a slight flashback. Hope it makes sense!!

*****

‘Amara, look! This is it!’

Maxwell jumps across the aisle to grab her arm and show her out the window: they were arriving in Cordonia. She gasps. ‘Wow, this is amazing, Maxwell! Such a gorgeous coastline, I can’t believe it!’

She gets up to get closer to the window and, in the process, almost knocks over Drake’s half-full tumbler. ‘Watch it, Suarez! Don’t get too excited!’

Something jolts in her. She hadn’t heard anyone call her by her last name since…well, for two years. ‘What did you just call me?’

He chuckles. ‘I looked at your customs form when you were asleep. You mind?’

She really thought she would, but she really doesn’t. It actually feels nice to hear it again. ‘No. It’s fine. But let me see your form now, you owe me that…’ She grabs it swiftly and reads. ‘Walker? Like Karen Walker?’ Drake looks at her, visibly not understanding the reference.

Maxwell snorts, ‘Ha! So true! They have the same relationship with booze, too!’

Amara smiles, earnestly. She sees her reflection in the plane window. She wonders how long it’s been since she’s shown a smile that was this outrageously honest.

Probably two years, too.

Maxwell breaks the comfortable silence. ‘I’m so excited for you. Cordonia really is something in the Spring. When we land, I’ll show you around and get you situated. We’ll meet my brother, Bertrand, at Ramsford, and we’ll run you through the whole deal. I’ll brief you on Bertrand on the way over there, he’s…nevermind, you’ll see. I know you’re anxious to see Liam, but we’re probably gonna have to wait until tomorrow when everyone makes their debut. But don’t worry,’ he winks, ‘I’ll make sure you get some alone time with the Prince.’

And the honest smile vanishes.

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Drake schleps his luggage across the small airport, a gloomy look on his face. He’s picking up his pace, losing the other two. He would run if he could. How could he have been so dumb? The second he heard Max promise Amara some time with Liam, it dawned on him. She was here for one thing and one thing only: getting to know Liam, and ultimately, possibly marrying him. All this chemistry they’d had on the plane, that was probably all in his head. And if it wasn’t…well, it can’t be anything more. Liam comes first, everyone knows that.

‘Walker, how ‘bout you walk, instead of running away from us?’, Amara jokes.

Drake chuckles, and hastily adds, ‘I parked my truck in the overnight lot, I’ll drive myself, I’ll see you guys later.’

She calls for him again but he doesn’t turn around, he just waves from a distance and tells Max he’ll call him later.

He doesn’t want them to see how upset he is, about nothing.

Once in his car, he kicks himself for not getting another look at her, before everything changes.

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‘Do you take whipped cream, Amara?’

Amara nods, a faint smile on her lips. Hana had invited her over to her room to make her hot chocolate. They had met a few days earlier, right before the debut ball, as Amara was trying on dresses and bumped into the young woman. They were instant friends, just like Amara had been with Maxwell. It was nice to feel surrounded with friendly faces, especially after the hectic few days she’d just had. Hana had immediately seen how gloomy Amara was feeling, and spontaneously took her under her wing.

They sat in silence, sipping their hot chocolates. It was the best Amara had ever had. Was there anything Hana couldn’t do? She was pure grace, that woman. And yet, Amara did not envy her. As smooth as she was, as much as she’d belong here, it was clear that Hana would rather be just anywhere else. Of course, she hadn’t said anything like that, but Amara could tell. Maybe that’s why they clicked instantly. They were both here for the wrong reasons and did not have the guts to admit it. On some level, she was sure Hana saw clearly in her as well.

‘Thanks for this, Hana. I needed it. The other day was rough, at the ball, and now today with the press…I’m not cut out for this.’

‘Come on, Amara, you were great! You’re being too hard on yourself. Maxwell was just saying this earlier. The ball went well, it’s just that the other women were a little hostile, but it’ll change…’

‘A little hostile, huh? How about that redheaded Arya Stark?’

Hana laughs in the most adorable giggle. ‘Olivia Nevrakis? I know, she’s a lot to take in. Or at least, she was to you. She completely ignored me, so I don’t know what’s worse.’

Amara squeezes Hana’s shoulder reassuringly.

‘And as for the press,’ Hana adds, ‘they loved you. The whole aura of mystery thing is really working. You impressed everyone, you know!’

Amara smiles faintly. She did want to remain a mystery as long as possible. She was even reluctant to give her last name to the press, but refusing to do so would make them even more compelled to dig into her life. So, she complied, hoping for the best.

‘So,’ Hana asks coyly, ‘are you gonna tell me what’s on your mind?’

Amara wanted to tell her, but what was on her mind was not for anyone else but herself. She couldn’t stop thinking about the last time she really talked to Drake, the night of her debut. Could she tell Hana that? Maybe not.

‘Um, nothing much, just stressing out about the whole competition thing. I don’t do well with the mean girls atmosphere, and I feel like it’s gonna be a problem.’

She didn’t care about the atmosphere. She wasn’t worried about the girls. She just couldn’t stop thinking about that damn broody man.

‘May I have this dance, Suarez?’

‘Absolutely.’ She was surprised that he even knew how to dance this type of thing. She had been rehearsing with Maxwell all morning and all afternoon. But of course, Drake seemed to be a fixture at court, so maybe it was normal.

‘You’re good at this, Walker.’

He smiles, his hand gripping hers a tad more tightly. She was suddenly extremely aware of his other hand on her waist. It emboldened her, and she finally asked what she was itching to ask.

‘Why’d you run away yesterday at the airport?’

He sighs, clearly having dreaded this very question. ‘It’s nothing. I just had to get home.’ She stares at him intently. He breaks a little. ‘I wanted to give you your space. I overstepped by being overly chummy with you. You’re here for Liam, and I’m here to…well, he asked me to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re ok. We don’t need to be close.’

She swallows hard. Her own saliva feels like sand in her throat. ‘Suit yourself. I liked your company, that’s all.’

There is a heavy silence, and he breaks it again. ‘Me too, Suarez. Maybe a bit too much.’

‘Amara?’

‘Oh, sorry, I zoned out. This chocolate was amazing, Hana. Thank you.’ She gives her a quick hug. ‘Do you know where I can find booze?’

Hana lets out a surprised laugh. ‘Oh! I’m sure there’s some downstairs somewhere. Want me to help you find some?’

‘I’m good, I’ll just go to bed.’

They say their quick goodbyes and Amara slips out. She feels like a bitch. She loves Hana already, but didn’t want to risk blabbing to her too much yet. It was nice being around her, though. Relaxing. Somehow, they got each other, after just a few days. Hana was the only one who never talked to her about Liam, which Amara appreciated. She didn’t need that extra guilt about leading him on. She wondered why Hana never mentioned him at all, though. Was it because of the competition? Did she not want to ruin their budding friendship by talking about the man they were both supposedly courting? It could be that. But probably not.

Amara felt bad about lying to Hana, but she kept on walking through the various corridors, not stopping at her bedroom door. She’d try the upstairs drawing room, there was a bar there the other day.

As she walked in, she spotted a familiar figure by the balcony. Wearing red as always, but this time in casual clothes, there she was. Olivia fucking Nevrakis. Ugh, she thought. Just her luck.

Olivia turned around and saw Amara too. ‘Ugh,’ she said out loud. At least they were on the same page.

It was too late to run away.

‘Hey Olivia. Didn’t mean to interrupt.’

She suddenly notices that Olivia is holding a cigarette in one hand and a whiskey sour in the other. She gestures for Amara to join her on the balcony.

‘You sure?’

‘Yeah. Come have a cigarette, New York. You need it.’

‘I don’t smoke.’

‘Me neither.’

Amara smiles and holds out her hand. Olivia helps her light her cigarette, and hands her a glass, too. ‘I think you know how to make yourself a drink.’

‘Touché. But anyone can make a whiskey sour.’ Amara swiftly pours the liquor and the mixer.

They smoke and drink in silence for a while, although Amara isn’t sure how long. She doesn’t want to be the one to break the silence. Somehow, it’s comfortable.

‘Are you gonna tell me what you’re doing here?’ Olivia asks sharply, without turning to look at Amara.

‘Same as you, I guess.’

Olivia chuckles sarcastically. ‘I highly doubt that.’

Amara doesn’t need to respond. She’s right. Instead, she fires up another question. ‘Why do you want to know?’

‘Just checking out the competition. Everyone’s all over you, you know. Especially Liam. It’s annoying. I’ve been working this man for the past 20 years, I’ve given him my best moves, and all he sees is you.’

‘Olivia, I--’

‘I’m not finished. And you don’t give a shit about him. You waltz in, with your American charm, you give him this air of mystery, and all for what? Stolen moments in the ballroom with Walker.’

Amara’s heartbeat quickens. She remains silent, waiting for the next blow.

‘Yeah, I’ve seen you two. I’d never seen him like that. Known him forever, too. That idiot Kiara tried to throw herself at him ten years ago and he pushed her away, but you…he’s into you. Now I get it, he’s insufferable but hot in his own way. And angry. He’s gotta be good in bed.’

Amara smiles and turns to look at Olivia. She can’t believe she just said that. Maybe she’s more Tyrion than Arya after all.

Olivia adds ‘But if you want him, why compete for Liam? You clearly don’t care. If you want to stick around, you need to be a better actress.’

‘Wouldn’t it be in your best interest to get rid of me then? If you want him so badly.’

She smirks. ‘And what’s the fun in that?’

Amara chugs the rest of her drink, and pours herself another. Olivia finally turns around, looking at her. Her green eyes almost burn Amara’s skin with their intensity. ‘Seriously. Everyone here is weak. Like that little sheepish person you surround yourself with. Weak.’

‘Hana’s not weak,’ she says defensively. ‘She’s graceful and considerate. She doesn’t go around asking people why they’re here.’

‘Oh please. We’re all thinking it. They’re just too cowardly to ask you upfront.’

‘But you’re not, of course. You’re the great Olivia Nevrakis, so you’re obviously braver than anyone around here, right?’

‘Yep.’

Olivia raises her glass and downs it.

‘Bartender, another.’

Amara rolls her eyes, but complies. Olivia clinks her new glass with Amara’s. They continue drinking in silence for a while, looking out the balcony and taking in the view. Once she’s done with her whiskey sour, Amara puts down her empty glass and says ‘I’m going to bed. Thanks for the company.’

‘Yep. So, you don’t want to tell me what happened to you?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘What broke you? I know broken, Suarez, and you’re broken.’

Amara’s face falls. She can’t argue with that.

‘Was it a boy?’, Olivia asks.

‘Do you really think I’m that basic?’

Olivia chuckles. ‘Ha. No. I was just giving it a try. But I’ll crack you, rookie.’

Amara offers a last, tired smile. ‘Ok, captain. Have a good night.’

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Everything Stays

as promised, an Adventure Time AU! I’ve loved doing this so much.

Pairing: Reddie (as Bubbline/GumLee, for AT folk)

Rating: T

Warnings: breakup discussion, Stan as the Lumpy Space Prince

Other: this is, again, an Adventure Time AU, so if something doesn’t make sense, it’s probably on purpose.

Songs Included: I’m Just Your Problem Slow Dance With You Everything Stays (referenced, but not sung)

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Tag List: @imrichie @mirandonsky @lilgeorgie @aizeninlefox @astronauticallygay @callme-eds @reddie-boi (image from AT comics - Spooktacular 2017)

Being undead was boring as shit.

Richie Tozier had been a vampire for a solid millenium - and heir to the vampire throne, at that; a king of the domain, and as such, he thought it was pretty safe to say that he’d done just about everything there was to do at this point.

In fact, most of the stuff that was happening around him he’d already seen happen, once upon a time. Kingdoms fell what felt like every damn day, adventures came and went. Human travelers passed through the land of Ooo thinking they’d be heroes, and some of them were. Bowers stayed up to his Ice King tricks, and his penguin Patrick, nee Orgalorg, pretended to give a shit. The Candy Kingdom continued to grow, and Lumpy Space continued to be the most bizarre realm in a world full of bizarre realms, and Richie’s father came and went from the Nightosphere intermittently, and for the most part, Richie was left alone to play music in his little cottage and reflect on the fact that his day-to-day felt like a series of re-runs rather than new episodes.

It was...lonely as shit, if Richie was being really honest with himself (not that he was in the business of doing that, but still) and he really had no fucking idea how to make do - especially given that he was overly aware of the fact that everyone he talked to was going to die before he was.

(Well. There were exceptions to that, but…that didn’t bear thinking about.)

(Most of the exceptions left after a while, too - just...differently, in a way that hurt more because it was a choice.)

(But again - that didn’t bear thinking about.)

In spite of all that, he’d managed to connect pretty well with the human hero of the moment. The kid’s name was Bill, and Richie liked his hair, and his tenacity, and how scared of Richie he was sometimes. It was good when the heroes were a little scared of him. The ones that weren’t were usually stupid.

He’d blown down around to Bill’s treehouse on this particular day because he didn’t have anywhere else to be, like most days, and because he was kind of trying to avoid thinking about his dad, like most days...but mostly because he had somewhere else to potentially be that night that was making him a little nervous. (That part wasn’t like most days, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before so he could pretend to pass it off as mundane.) He’d quietly been hoping that Bill would be planning some great adventure that Richie could hitch on to, because that was what Bill was usually doing, but today, Bill was inside on the couch playing video games with his magical dog, Ben. Ben’s Rainicorn girlfriend, Beverly, was coiled at the foot of the couch, and their game system MiKE (Richie assumed that was an acronym of some kind, but he really didn’t care enough to find out what the letters stood for) was patiently leaning up against the television with two controllers plugged in where his arms usually were.

It would be easy for Richie to leave; to fuck off and jam with some of the nastier creatures out on the outskirts of Ooo, or cause trouble for some Princess or Kingdom or something. It would be easy to leave these mortal kids alone - to not get attached to them and instead laugh from a distance as they tripped their way through video game levels and quests and idiot romances until they died.

Unfortunately, he’d outgrown easy centuries ago.

“Hey dudes,” he greeted, floating in through a window that Bill had carelessly left half-open. “Suh Bevvie.”

Bill and Ben jumped, obviously caught off guard by Richie’s sudden entrance. It was a miracle that no monster had crept up on them and killed them yet - they had little by way of sensory instincts. Bev, on the other hand, knew that Richie was coming - she lifted her head slightly and made unimpressed eye contact with him, which meant that she was the first one he approached.

“Missed you, baby,” he said, and found that he meant it. Bev was a pretty unique little Rainicorn, and she and Richie had known each other for long enough that they’d seen each other through some pretty tough shit. The two of them had a similar way of going about things, which was cool - except that now she’d gone and done the whole relationship thing and he was...not about that life, anymore.

She responded with a cheeky joke about his mother in her native Rainicorn language, and he chuckled, settling down on the couch next to Ben.

“Tell me what it m-means,” he could hear Bill hissing - the idiot kid still hadn’t picked up any Rainicorn, in spite of the fact that Bev was always around.

“I will not,” Ben whispered back gleefully.

“So is this what we’re doing today?” Richie interrupted, gesturing to MiKE, who was wiggling the controller wires around. They were getting crazy tangled, which was kind of awesome.

“I mean,” Bill shrugged, scooting forward on the couch so he could look at Richie properly. His hat had slid down and was almost covering his eyes - Richie could see a little bit of his red hair falling out of the back of it, near the nape of his neck. “No one’s c-called for help, and all the Princes and P-p-princesses seem fine, so. I think the Ice K-king isn’t due to strike until like, tuh-two days from now. Usually takes him about that l-l-long to put together a stupid p-plan.”

“Yeah, that does seem about right.” Richie stretched himself out on the couch so that his legs were over Ben’s lap. Ben shoved at him uselessly, and Richie thought about moving, but the only other option for his legs was to stick them on top of Beverly or levitate them, and he wasn’t keen on either of those options so...Ben was going to have to deal. “Still pretty lame, though.”

Richie had expected Bill to react to that - to jump up and declare that he wasn’t lame, and instigate some quest or whatever, but instead, Bill slumped further down into the couch. “L-lame, huh?”

“Yeah. Lame.” Richie crossed his arms over his chest incredulously. “What the fuck is going on with you, man?”

Robotically, Bill slid off of the couch and stood up, abandoning his controller on the floor. MiKE immediately started banging it against the wall. “Do any of you wuh-want ice c-cream? Rich, I don’t think we have stuh-strawberry, but I can ch-ch-check.”

Richie rolled his eyes. No way a little pint of strawberry ice cream could quell even a little bit of his hunger - he’d have to suck the red out of something way bigger than that for it to be noticeable to his body. Luckily, he’d eaten before he came.

“I’m good, don’t worry.”

Bill gave a semi-satisfied little nod and headed towards the kitchen.

Ben turned himself on the couch to face Richie. His expression was skeptical. “Are you good, though? You’re weird today, dude.”

Richie made a show of rolling his eyes. “I’m always weird. It runs in my family.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ben swatted at Richie’s leg. At Richie’s feet, Bev had turned herself around, and was watching the two of them with interest. “Blah blah blah Nightosphere, blah blah Wentworth Tozier. Is he why you’re trying to get us to do something crazy?”

“Nah. Went’s not gonna be around for a while. Nightosphere’s a pretty crazy place to be in charge of. Got his hands way full.”

In fact, Richie had been approached by his father rather recently to potentially take over the Nightosphere biz, but Richie’d shut that down pretty immediately. Ooo was his home - it always had been, and it always would be. The Nightosphere sucked. Demons were dumb and super shitty.

“Did Ashlee come back?” Bev asked in Rainicorn, eyes wide with concern.

“NO. Glob, no. Ashlee knows better than to show her dumb face around here,” Richie scoffed, shuddering a little bit at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. He’d made a metric fuckton of mistakes over the course of his life - he was 1000 years old, after all - and Ashlee still qualified as one of the worst. Fucking bitch.

“Did you not get invited to the ball at the Candy Kingdom tonight?” Ben asked quietly.

If any of them noticed the way that Richie tensed at that, none of them said anything.

“Yeah, no, I got invited,” Richie finally said, tugging at the hem of his plaid flannel. “I’m fine. What’s up with Bill, though? He’s all up in his ice cream sads, huh?”

Bev and Ben let out simultaneous loud groans, and Mike giggled chirpily, wiggling his wire arms as best he could given how tangled they now were.

“You know Audra Phillips?” Bev asked, the natural cheeriness of the Rainicorn language undercut with annoyance. “Flame Princess?”

“Yeah, and you also know how Bill’s a sucker for royalty? Like, major heart-eyes?” Ben added, voice flat. “Well. Fill in the blanks.”

Richie was very capable of connecting the dots with this one, namely that Bill had probably asked Audra to the Candy Kingdom Ball and been rejected (and even if she did like him, he shouldn’t have expected her to go to that, given the relatively low melting points for most types of candy), but that wasn’t the part of Ben’s series of questions that stuck with him.

“Bill’s never had heart-eyes for me,” Richie pointed out sourly. “I’m the Vampire King, remember? Fuck all those useless Princesses.”

“And Princes,” Bev reminded him pointedly.

Richie sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “And...Princes. Whatever. What gives, Ben?”

Ben’s horrified expression was nothing short of hilarious. “Do you….do you like Bill?”

Richie’s howling laugh at that could probably be heard from kingdoms away. Surprisingly (or really...not, knowing Bill), Bill didn’t so much as pop his head back in from the kitchen.

“Oh my fucking glob. NO, Ben, that’s the craziest idea you’ve ever had.” Richie shook his head vigorously, entirely bemused. His curls were in his eyes, now, but he didn’t really care. “Nah, I’m not about that...I just felt left out of Bill’s whole schtick, ya know? You know me - dramatic as shit, as per usual.”

Ben stared at him for another long moment, and after a while, Richie felt rather than saw Bev’s head turn towards him too. He swallowed hard and looked at MiKE...and was not heartened to see that Mike was facing his general direction. Not that there was any way to tell if MiKE was really actually looking at you, but facing front was bad enough.

“Listen--” Richie began, but Ben cut him off.

“Have you ever been in love, Richie?” Ben asked, eyes searching Richie’s face in a way that felt borderline invasive.

The question was enough to get Richie up and out of his seat. He levitated away from the couch a little bit, reeling - where did that come from?

“Why?” Richie asked, defensive.

“Just thinking about it,” Ben said, shrugging. “You talk a big game, but I’ve never seen you with anyone. Meanwhile, Bill’s got like...his royal family member significant other of the week.”

Richie flipped himself a little bit in the air, shielding his face so he wouldn’t give himself away as he thought about whether or not to actually tell Ben the truth.

On the one hand, what of the truth could Ben possibly understand? Ben was a savvy creature, but mortals didn’t know dip about what it meant to see important people rise and fall and die and die and die, and even the savviest creatures were, ultimately, mortal. Ben also wasn’t half demon, hadn’t been bitten by a Vampire King, hadn’t survived nuclear craziness, didn’t have the people around him leaving or losing their goddamn minds all the frigging time. No part of Richie’s story was relatable to Ben at all.

Well. Well, actually.

If Richie went with the simplest possible answer...that would probably be relatable to Ben.

“Once,” Richie said slowly, turning lazily over so that he was completely upside-down. “I was in love once.”

The answer seemed to surprise Ben. It didn’t surprise Bev at all - and Richie had a feeling it wouldn’t, given all of the things that Bev knew about him. MiKE remained neutral, as far as Richie could tell.

“Oh,” Ben finally said. “Dude. What happened? Did she die?”

“Nah.” Richie slid his hands into his pockets and concentrated on keeping a straight face.”I just wasn’t good enough for ‘em, I think, when all was said and done.”

Ben’s expression darkened. “Richie, no--”

“That sounds like how Bill used to feel sometimes,” Bev chimed in. There was a dark, knowing look in her eyes, and Richie narrowed his eyes in immediate distrust. “About the Candy Prince.”

The last two words of Bev’s sentence echoed around in Richie’s brain like bells, and he ran his tongue over his fangs in an attempt to stave off the ugly feeling curling up in his chest. Candy Prince, Candy Prince, Candy Prince….

“Bill and the Candy Prince, huh?” he choked out, forcing a smile on to his face. “Eds did always have terrible taste in men.”

Richie regretted his giant mouth immediately after finishing his sentence. He knew what word Ben would zero in on. That one syllable had some eight hundred years of history jam packed into it, there was no way that no one was going to say anything--

“Eds?” Ben asked, realization lighting up his face, and it was all Richie could do not to groan.

“I’m not going to the Ball tonight,” Richie said loudly, glaring pointedly between Bev and Ben. “He invites me every time, but I never go. I can’t go.”

“Richie,” Ben began sadly, at the same time that Bev sighed out a “Honey, it’s been three hundred years, for Glob’s sake.” Both of them were cut off, however, by Bill’s abrupt return to the room. He was holding two ice cream bowls in front of him and looking more than a little lost.

“Oh. Uh. Wh-what’s up, f-f-folks?” he asked warily, looking between all of them. Only MiKE smiled back up at him.

To Richie’s relief, Ben didn’t seem to be in the business of tattling or telling stories. “Is that for me?” Ben asked without missing a beat, pointing to the second bowl of ice cream in Bill’s hand.

“Oh. Yeah.” Bill offered him the ice cream absently. “And for Bev too, if she wants.”

“Thanks, bud.” Ben grabbed his bowl appreciatively and slid down to sit next to Bev. Bill had forgotten to give them two spoons, but that didn’t seem to be a problem - Bev immediately began licking at the bowl.

They sat in silence for a moment. MiKE began trying to disentangle his controller wire arms, but he was clearly only making the problem worse.

“So Flame Kingdom,” Richie tried, but fortunately, he didn’t have to continue down that weak conversational path. He was interrupted by a loud knock at the door.

“Who is it?” Bill called loudly, setting his ice cream down on an end table and picking up his sword from where it lay sheathed by the door.

“It’s me,” a voice outside snapped, and there was no mistaking that cadence. Richie brightened and floated towards the door. “Open the flip up, I need to ask you something.”

Bill sighed and reached for the doorknob, but Richie beat him to it. He flung open the door, and was delighted to find that he’d smacked poor Prince Stanley right in the face with it.

“If it isn’t the Prince of Lumpy Space,” Richie greeted, cackling quietly as Stan muttered curses whilst dusting himself off. “What’s good, Stanny?”

“Nothing,” Stan spat. “I came here to show you all my outfit and now it’s DIRTY.”

“You came all the way from Lumpy Space to show us the same outfit that you always wear to parties?” Richie asked, feeling light for the first time since he’d gotten the invitation to that stupid ball in the mail. “Nerd.”

Stan yelled something incomprehensible back at him - Richie was pretty sure he heard the words “glob” and “flip” at least five times each and the phrase “your mom” at least once - and Richie gave one final shrieking laugh before folding himself up into his bat form and taking off into the trees.

It didn’t matter that he hadn’t said goodbye. He wasn’t good at that...and they were just mortals, anyway, it was no big thing whether they were mad at him or not.

Besides, he’d been left by choice before. He’d bled all of the hurt out of that particular Bad Thing, hadn’t he?

...hadn’t he?

---

Richie hadn’t had a heartbeat in centuries, but he could have sworn that he felt phantom pressure in his ears and chest and arms when he got home. His whole house felt too big, somehow, like it was gonna swallow him whole.

He knew why. He knew why and he was pissed.

Why had he said all that shit to Ben and Bev?

He let out a frustrated groan and kicked open the door to his little cottage, floating straight across the front room to where he’d tossed his bass the night before after a long and ultimately fruitless jam session with himself. It was always fruitless when he was by himself. He just got stuck on the same words and chords over and over...and wasn’t that just his life?

Frowning, he strummed loosely at the strings. His E string was a little bit out of tune, but he wasn’t in the mood to fuss around and fix it. It seemed fitting that everything would be a little bit off today, anyway.

His hands began to move of their own accord - muscle memory was strong, and Richie’s hands had wanted to play the same damn love song for the past three hundred years or so. It wasn’t the song that Richie’s brain wanted to play, but that had never stopped his traitor hands - no, they slipped back into the same stupid sappy chord progression every time.

Cursing under his breath, Richie adjusted and tried to put the muscle memory song out of mind. He chose harsher, angrier chords, and began to play.

“Well I shouldn’t have to justify things I do,” he sang loudly, spiteful as he flipped over and around erratically, “and I shouldn’t have to prove anything to you…”

If he showed up to the ball tonight, the whole Candy Kingdom would probably have a fucking heart attack. The goddamn Banana Guards would be on his ass in seconds, kicking him right the fuck out, even though he was technically invited because royalty or politeness or whatever lame-ass excuse Eds was using this time.

Well...no. Not Eds, but rather - His Majesty Prince Edward K. Bubblegum. Eds was someone else’s name - the name of someone Richie had loved a long time ago.

Edward K. Bubblegum was a stranger.

Heck, Bubblegum would probably be leading the mob against him if he showed at the party, all things considered. The Candy Prince hated when things got out of control, and Richie was the epitome of wild and free. Never mind that there was no precedent - never mind that Richie hadn’t wrecked a Candy Kingdom ball before because he knew how important they were to the Prince, never mind any of that. Bubblegum would be on the warpath the minute Richie materialized, no matter what.

“I’m sorry that I exist, I forget what landed me on your blacklist…” Richie continued, scowling as he spiraled further and further into his thoughts. It was true - he didn’t know what he had done to make Bubblegum so hostile. He didn’t remember doing anything at all.

Most of what he remembered from the drawn out period in which it all fell apart was the feeling of it - the despair, the return to crushing loneliness. He’d been left before at that point, but everyone else that had ditched him had reasons that Richie could understand: Bowers had lost his mind, his dad had always been more attached to the Nightosphere than to anything in Ooo, Richie included, and all his mortal friends were, well...mortal.

Eds was different. He never gave a reason for drifting away, and there was no obvious answer to why things were changing so rapidly. It felt like one day, Richie had gone to bed with his Eds - his brave, smart, funny, caring Eds, and the next, he awoke to find Bubblegum, who he didn’t know and didn’t care for. It was Bubblegum that bid Richie adieu, finally, with a brisk sweep of his arm and an excuse or twelve about the kingdom; it was Bubblegum that now sent Richie invitations to events because the two of them were supposedly “amicable” and then balked when Richie actually showed up.

Richie had his suspicions about what had happened to transform Eddie. Virtually all of said suspicions involved Richie being at fault or lacking in some way. Needless to say, the whole thing - the whole relationship process, the whole breakup - hadn’t been awesome for his ego.

“And I shouldn’t have to be the one that makes up with you,” Richie sang angrily, closing his eyes and sinking to the ground. The breakup hadn’t been awesome for his ego, it hadn’t been awesome for any part of him at all, it had sucked, sucked, sucked - and it STILL sucked, right up to this very minute. Just because his heart didn’t beat didn’t mean that it didn’t work, on some fucked up level.

And yet…

“So why do I want to?” Richie’s hands were back to those soft, shitty muscle memory chords, and his voice was almost a whisper.

Glob, he hated feelings.

“Why do I want to…”

The pathetic post-breakup song his hands had been itching to play was bursting out of him, now. He gave up on his anger and let the sadness pour out. It was a day for moping. Bill was moping - Richie could mope, too.

“Slow dance with you, I just wanna--”

He was interrupted by a brisk knock on his door. Frowning, he set his bass down and floated over to a window, trying to parse out who it was. Had Bill and Ben come after him? Had Stan followed him to yell some more? Or maybe it was some groupie that had hunted down his house after last night’s show. He hoped it was the last option. He wasn’t above draining red from groupies, and he could use a snack - it had been a couple of hours since his last meal.

He couldn’t tell who it was from the window. They were too small, or possibly standing too close to the door, or both. Sighing, he reluctantly made his way over to open the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” he asked glumly, swinging the door open and fully expecting to be greeted with Ben, Bill, and Bev’s exasperated faces.

Instead, he found himself staring blankly out at the Candy Prince himself.

“Oh,” Richie said, “it’s you.”

Bubblegum was looking very...Bubblegum on this particular outing. He was decked head to toe in royal formal wear (all pink, of course, save for his small golden crown) and his mouth was drawn into a tight little line. His soft hair was slicked fiercely back into a little pompadour, and the overall effect was very princely - not very Eds.

The stranger with Eddie’s eyes held out a pint of strawberry ice cream towards Richie.

“Bill and Ben asked me to deliver this to you,” he said flatly, looking at the item without any interest. “They said you’d forgotten it at their treehouse, and that it was urgent.”

Richie couldn’t help but roll his eyes. This was absolutely Ben’s idea. Ben loved to meddle.

“And you agreed to do it?” Richie couldn’t help but bait the Prince a little bit. He was so easy to piss off - and that had been true even before he was Bubblegum, back when he had been Eds and able to laugh at himself a little. “What are you, their messenger boy? Don’t you have a ball to prepare for?”

Bubblegum flushed pink. “I always have time to do a favor for a friend.”

“Oh, and you and Bill are really good friends now, huh?” Richie knew he was toeing the line with his next set of comments, but it was all just kind of falling out of his mouth - Glob only knew where his filter had gone, or if he’d ever really had a filter at all. “You’d have to be, in order for him to convince you to come find me. You wouldn’t be caught dead here otherwise.”

“That’s not true,” Bubblegum lied, eyes narrowing. “Don’t assume things about me, Richie. There’s a lot you don’t know now.”

“And whose fault is that?” Richie asked cooly, crossing his arms over his chest and hovering a little bit so that Bubblegum would have to crane his neck to look up at him. He had quite a bit of height on the Prince as it was, so the extra few inches he gave himself by floating meant that he pretty literally had the upper hand on the situation, so to speak.

Bubblegum didn’t seem to have an answer to that question. In fact, his shoulders deflated a little bit, and he looked down at his shiny pink boots instead of up at Richie’s face.

“Ben said that you’d asked for me, that you had something to tell me,” Bubblegum said, and even his voice was lacking in Bubblegum quality now. It was quiet, and had fallen out of its usual princely cadence. “That’s why I’m here. You’re right. I probably wouldn’t have gone if it was just to give you this stupid ice cream that I know you don’t even want.”

Richie slowly sank back down to the ground - not because he was ceding anything to the Prince, but rather to make sure that he was firmly attached to something, because if he wasn’t, even he wasn’t sure what he might do or say.

“I like strawberry,” he offered carefully.

“Yeah, I know. It’s your favorite. ‘Just enough red’, you used to say.”

When the Prince finally lifted his eyes to meet Richie’s, there was so little of Bubblegum in them that Richie almost felt nauseous. It had been so many years since he’d seen Eddie’s face for real that he’d almost forgotten what it looked like.

“Yeah, you never forget anything, do you,” Richie said, twisting his mouth halfway up into a smile he wasn’t sure he wanted to give. “Eds.”

Eddie flinched, but to his credit, maintained eye contact.

“That was never my name, Richie, and you know it.”

They stood in abject silence for a solid minute and a half, just looking at each other. Richie wasn’t big on silence, usually, but he had nothing with which to break this one. He did and didn’t want Eddie to leave in equal parts, which meant that no matter what he said or what option Eddie chose to take, Richie was going to lose.

Finally, Eddie spoke back up - or Bubblegum, maybe, Richie couldn’t tell exactly which personality the Prince was choosing to adopt in that moment.

“Well, if you don’t actually have anything to tell me, I’ll just put this in the freezer and go. Can I come in for a second? You didn’t move the fridge, right?” Eddie peered around Richie and wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Glob, you haven’t moved anything since the last time I was here, have you? Not even your old clothes! It’s been….how long has it been?”

“Three hundred and twenty three years, four-ish hours and some-odd minutes,” Richie responded neatly. “Also, you’re supposed to wait until I invite you in, your Majesty.”

“Majesty is for Kings, Highness is for Princes, Richie, you are the only one in all of Ooo that forgets that, I swear to Glob. And I’m not a vampire, not all of us are vampires, so…” Eddie (he was pretty sure it was still Eddie) pushed past Richie and into his front room, hunting for the fridge. “It is disgusting as fuck in here, Richie, seriously.”

Richie rolled his eyes and situated himself on the couch to watch Eddie’s frantic search. “Language, Bubblegum Boy. You talk to your subjects with that mouth?”

“Where the fuck is your fridge, Richie?” Eddie snapped, glaring at him with all the venom he could muster (which had never been much).

“It’s not here,” Richie admitted, “you’re wasting your time. I donated it to Bill and Ben’s treehouse. Didn’t really need it for myself, so.”

Eddie responded by throwing the pint of ice cream directly at him. It was melted enough that the lid came off midway through its airborne arc, and as such, most of the ice cream ended up spilling down Richie’s front.

Richie knew that he should be mad about that, but instead, he just felt...tired.

Eddie, for his part, looked like he’d frozen solid. His eyes were glued to the ice cream dripping down Richie’s red flannel, and his horrified expression seemed to be etched in stone across his face.

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie said, and his voice was small and Bubblegum-less again.

It’s whatever, Richie wanted to say, it’s fine, it’s not like we haven’t made a mess before, it’s not like we aren’t a mess now, no matter how much you’ve been trying to pretend that you have no messes there’s always gonna be me--

“What did you think I was gonna tell you?” he heard himself ask instead. “When Ben said I wanted to say something to you...what did you think I had in mind? Obviously you were hoping for something in coming over here. You’d have skipped out if you thought I was gonna be a dick.”

“You’re always a dick,” Eddie countered, and the banter was so familiar it just about stung, but then Eddie’s shoulders were slumping again, and he was crossing over to sit next to Richie on the couch. “But. I….dunno. Something about the Ball, maybe.”

Richie made a face at Eddie and reached for a nearby article of clothing to begin wiping the ice cream off of himself. It was a little bit embarrassing that it so happened that he’d picked up his black bat boxers, but that was the way this day was gonna go, it seemed.

“You don’t want me at your stupid Ball.”

Eddie turned quickly towards Richie, and Richie almost laughed at the genuine surprise on Eddie’s face. It was equal parts hilarious and adorable, and -

No, no. Adorable was a dangerous path. Best not to start with that.

“Why would I invite you if I didn’t want you to come?”

“Politeness,” Richie guessed, counting off different excuses on his fingers. “Propriety, or whatever the fuck. Some misplaced sense of duty, maybe.”

Eddie shook his head in amazement. “No. I invite you to things because I want to see you. That’s all.”

Richie knew that Eddie was trying to make him feel better, but the whole thing felt forced, and Richie wasn’t falling for it. “You don’t want to see me, Kid Kaspbrak. If you wanted to see me, you wouldn’t have left.”

Eddie groaned softly and curled up on himself on the couch. “The citizens of the Candy Kingdom still don’t know what the K. in Edward K. Bubblegum stands for. They’d be so disappointed to find out that it’s just a bizarro jumble of letters. Most of them think it stands for ‘king’ or ‘cupcake’ or something.”

“Cupcake starts with a ‘c’,” Richie pointed out.

Eddie smiled thinly. “The Candy citizens aren’t always the brightest bunch. I can’t complain, though. I made ‘em.”

“Your mom made them,” Richie corrected, re-examining his shirt for remaining ice cream globs. “Miss her, by the way. She’ll always be my number one gal.”

The mention of his mom had shaken Eddie a little bit. When Richie looked back over, he was sitting ramrod straight on the couch - more Bubblegum than Eddie once again.

“I don’t rule the way my mom did,” Eddie said stiffly.

“I know,” Richie assured him. “You’re a great ruler, idiot. It’s the only thing you love, so I guess you have to be.”

The word ‘love’ brought Eddie back down into himself.

“What?”

Richie shrugged, trying to feign disinterest. He’d been waiting so fucking long to have this conversation - he didn’t want to blow it by losing his temper, even though he was so sorely tempted to yell that he could...well, yell. Instead, he focused his energy on getting up from the couch and trying to locate a shirt to change into. The flannel was going to stink of sour dairy sooner rather than later.

“I said that ruling’s what you love, sweetheart. It’s what you do best - it’s literally what you were formed to do, what your mom made you for. It’s a good fucking thing she made you to be better than her, too - best thing she ever did, in my humble opinion-”

“My mom made me to rule, yeah,” Eddie said, and he was doing a way worse job of keeping his cool than Richie was; his face was hot pink and his fists were clenched. Richie kind of wanted to gloat about that, but the moment wasn’t right, so he kept his mouth shut. “But I’m not just the thing she created, Richie, you know that. Or...I thought you knew that. That’s why I…”

He ducked his head back down into his chest, unable to finish the sentence. For an awful moment, Richie was absolutely sure that he was going to go full Bubblegum, march out, and not speak to Richie again for another three hundred years, but he didn’t move. He just stayed that way - folded over on the couch.

“That’s why you snuck me into your room when your mom wasn’t looking, yeah?” Richie asked, taking pains to keep malice out of his voice for once in his damn life. He located a clean-ish t-shirt and slowly lifted it up into his hands. “That’s why you used me to rebel against her, because you knew I saw you differently, right? And then you left once you got what you needed.”

“I didn’t want you because I was rebelling,” Eddie said into his hands. “I was rebelling because I wanted you.”

For once, Richie found himself without a snappy retort. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing would come out - he had honestly not ever expected to hear Eddie say those words.

“I left you,” Eddie continued, stretching out his words like they were immensely difficult to say, “because my mom was dying, and I needed to be a better ruler than she was, and I couldn’t do that when the whole kingdom was sore over my mom’s dealings with the Nightosphere and I was in love with the son of the guy that ran the damn place.”

Richie found himself grateful that his heart didn’t beat any more, because if it were still ticking, he was sure it would have stopped and killed him outright upon hearing the word ‘love’ pass through Eddie Kaspbrak Bubblegum’s lips.

“You loved that dumbass, huh?” he asked, floating over to where Eddie was sitting on the couch. Eddie didn’t look at Richie’s face right away, but instead settled his eyes on the t-shirt in his hands.

Richie was surprised to see a little smile make its way into the corners of Eddie’s mouth.

“I love that dumbass,” Eddie corrected softly, reaching out to touch the t-shirt. “I’ve tried to stop loving that dumbass, but I can’t, because he does stuff like...he sings love songs at his concerts and takes good care of Bill and keeps the shirts I got him and….” Eddie finally met Richie’s gaze, and his eyes were softer than they’d been in centuries. “You see what I’m saying.”

Richie looked down at the shirt and noticed for the first time that it was a concert tee from one of his early dates with Eddie. He’d snuck Eddie away from his mother and out to the forest, where they’d danced and shouted and swayed to the music of some knockoff demon band with the rest of the woodland spirits.

That Eddie was back in front of him now, but it didn’t seem right to ignore what had happened in between.

“Why haven’t we talked about this before now?” Richie asked slowly, sliding a hand up to cover Eddie’s on top of the shirt. “Why didn’t you explain this shit to me instead of just peacing out? It’s been a garbage couple of centuries trying to deal with the aftermath of all our stuff, and now I’m finding out that you could have just explained the situation right away? I mean, fuck, Eds, I thought there was a problem with me.”

“Yeah I, um,” Eddie laughed nervously, twisting the shirt a little in his hand. “I don’t have a good excuse for that. I really don’t. I thought...I don’t know what I thought you’d do. Undermine me or something, maybe. My mom was still so in my head, then...and I was hurting, too, and maybe I thought it would be easier to just...go? I don’t know. I made up a lot of stuff in that time. I still don’t know how much of it is real.”

“The Prince Bubblegum thing,” Richie told him, “that’s not real at all.”

Eddie nodded. “I know.”

“So why have you been pulling that fake shit with me?” Richie was full of questions, apparently - and Eddie was not being good about providing answers. Glob, he could have had things so nice and neat and tidy - Eddie had literally told him that he still loved him, for fuck’s sake - and here he was, fucking around and ruining the whole thing. This was the kind of behavior that had kept his dad away all of those years, he was sure of it--

“You mean being mean to you when we’re with Bill and Ben?” Eddie was asking, and Richie was only half cognizant of his own responding nod. “I don’t really know about that either, Rich. It’s been my method of self-defense for a really long time. I just...I don’t...I’m really surprised you haven’t kicked me out yet. I’m so stupid. I should go.”

And just like that, Eddie was up off of the couch, brushing past Richie and rolling his shoulders back into their Bubblegum position.

“Probably don’t come tonight,” Eddie said, audibly burying the hurt in his own voice. “Sorry again about the ice cream.”

“Please don’t go again,” Richie cut in. He hadn’t meant to sound desperate, but he supposed that it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing that had happened to him that day. “Eddie, I...I don’t forgive you, not yet, anyway, and I know that’s probably a dick thing to say, but I mean it, so there it is. But. I also still love you, so.” Richie turned his eyes up towards the ceiling, mortified at his own bluntness and general stupidity. “Can I at least maybe go to your party tonight.”

Eddie stared back at him. “I won’t be allowed to dance with you in front of people.”

“It’s allowed if you say it’s allowed,” Richie said, silently begging Eddie to really, really hear him. “You know that, right?”

He could see that Eddie was fighting back the impulse to close off again, and he floated over to him, gripping him by the shoulders.

“Eds.”

“It starts at eight,” Eddie whispered, and then he was backing through the door and disappearing into the forest until he was just a dot of pink against blacks and blues.

Richie took a deep breath and looked again at the shirt in his hands.

He hoped he still owned formal wear.

----

It was a little weird for Richie to be feeling like he was doing something for the first time, but as he approached the ball, he found that he had no memory of ever doing something quite like this. In his whole thousand year existence, he’d never accepted an invitation from a Prince to a ball...let alone accepted an invitation from a Prince with whom he had romantic history.

It was kind of cool, all things considered. Sneaking into Stan’s parties in Lumpy Space had nothing on this. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so...not bored.

Maybe he still had some shit to experience, after all. Even if it was kind of also the same shit for a second time.

“Some things never change,” Bev had sighed when Richie had met her at the palace gates and filled her in on the day’s excitement.

“They change,” Richie had countered, fidgeting with the collar of the stuffy shirt he’d managed to dig out of his floor pile. “But they also stay the same, you know? Like when you leave something somewhere and it’s still there when you go back, but like - it’s melted or faded or something. Things can be both.”

They’d walked inside at that moment, and their presence was informally announced by the slam of the gigantic wooden palace doors behind them.

When the inhabitants of the Candy Kingdom got their first good look at Richie, they didn’t panic, much to Richie’s surprise. They just stood there, limp and wary, waiting for some crazy catastrophe to befall them. They were used to it, probably - Ooo had a new catastrophe every fucking day.

Eddie must have had his hands super full, Richie thought. Would there have been a place for me with him while he dealt with all that shit? Or would I have just gotten bored?

He could so easily imagine himself drifting away from the early Candy Kingdom - there had been so many problems and so much paperwork back then.

He found himself a little less angry about Eddie’s decision upon realizing that.

“It’s chill,” Richie called out to the Candy citizens, raising his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “I don’t talk to my dad and I don’t vibe with demons. I just play music and crush on your Prince, that’s all. Carry on.”

Surprisingly, they did. As soon as Richie had finished his announcement, the Candy citizens were shrugging and mumbling and laughing to each other, and then the music was back on, and then it was like he wasn’t there at all - like he was just a normal dude that came to these parties all the time.

“So they’re okay with me having a crush on their Prince?” Richie asked Bev incredulously.

Bev laughed. “Yeah, because they all have a crush on him, too.”

“And they don’t care about the--” Richie began, and bared his fangs to indicate that he was referring to his father.

Bev clicked her tongue thoughtfully. “I think most of them have forgotten about how shitty things used to be with Sonia, honestly. Eddie’s paranoid about it still, but these guys aren’t exactly known for their terrific memories or brains in general. No one’s afraid of the Nightosphere anymore.”

Richie let out a long, obnoxious groan.

“Eddie,” he called, kicking himself off the ground and floating as fast as he could through the mazelike palace. “Eds, are you serious? We could have been - fuck, Eds, you have to be here, right, where--”

“I don’t know if he’ll come,” Richie heard Eddie’s voice - not Bubblegum’s voice, much to his delight, but Eddie’s - say from around a corner, and he abruptly stopped in his tracks, wanting to hear out the rest of whatever this conversation was.

“Why w-wouldn’t he c-c-come?” The next voice that spoke was unmistakably Bill’s. There was no stutter quite like his anywhere else in Ooo.

Somebody sighed - Eddie, probably, or Ben if he was there, and then Eddie was mumbling. Richie thought he caught the words “complicated” and “history”, but he couldn’t be sure…

“They were in love, Bill,” Ben said loudly, and Eddie let out a loud shriek. Richie cackled quietly to himself, and decided to get a closer look at the situation. He screwed his eyes shut and concentrated, and was soon rewarded with a familiar cold water-esque sensation - he was turning invisible.

He floated out into the hallway and perched himself a little ways behind Eddie, who was clustered up against the wall with Ben, Bill, and MiKE (who looked very cute in a small, ill-fitting tuxedo), and clearly trying to keep things low profile.

“How did thuh-that happen?” Bill asked, bewildered. Eddie blushed a deep pink and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Richie’s dad and my mom used to do business, back in the day. Whenever Went Tozier was around, Richie would always be hovering somewhere, hoping that Went would come talk to him. Went never did...but I wanted to, I really wanted to, so one day…”

“One day I decided to pity the kid with the puppy dog eyes that was following me around and say hey to him. The rest of it, as they say, is ancient Ooo history.” Richie swooped in behind Eddie and materialized to tell his part of the story. Ben and Bill both almost fell backwards at his sudden appearance. Eddie didn’t flinch, but his shoulders were drawn tight.

“Ancient indeed,” he agreed, not turning to look at Richie at all. “I was what, four hundred? And you were five hundred?”

“Six hundred,” Richie corrected. “Had that radical age advantage.”

“Anyways,” Eddie continued, “I seem to remember you being really excited to meet me because, and I quote, ‘there aren’t that many people that don’t die around here, let alone cute people that don’t die’.”

“Like I said, ancient Ooo history,” Richie told Ben and Bill, who were listening with wide eyes. “But tonight is a new era, isn’t it, Eds?”

Eddie turned his head slowly up to look at Richie’s face, as if he needed to determine whether Richie was speaking in earnest. “You’ve seen the Candy People? They’re not afraid of you?”

“They don’t give a single shit,” Richie confirmed. “They trust that you’re gonna keep them safe, and, well, you invited me. So.”

“So,” Eddie repeated, jerking his head back down and twisting his lurid pink cape in his fingers.

“So we dance!” MiKE suggested, and Richie could have sworn that little guy hadn’t been paying attention at all, but he was all there now, and all smiles.

Who were they to begrudge him?

“So we dance,” Richie agreed, shooting Eddie a soft little smile. Eddie returned it gratefully, and Richie felt his chest twist a little at how new it was and also how familiar it was. Things had changed, but they were also the same.

“Dance with me?” Eddie asked, holding out his hand to Richie.

There was still a lot the two of them needed to talk about, but…

“Let’s tear it up, sweet thing,” Richie replied, feeling less dead than he had in a long, long time.

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enemies to lovers: i.m

Im Changkyun (I.M) x OC

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“What an idiot.”

You would say to yourself over and over again whenever you saw him

Either he just walked pass by you at the company office

Or if you’re in any type of contact that had anything to do with him

His name? Im Changkyun.

As far as you can remember, you came into the company first as one of the management officers

Making sure schedules were fixed for every artist and actors under your company

Also for every invitation they get for an event, it has to go through your team for approval first

Just in case the event is appropriate enough for anyone under contract as well

Changkyun, usually wanting to be called by his stage name, I.M, was a trainee at first when you joined the company

You’re slightly older, but he seemed to be a little mature for his age

Whenever he’s reminded of his age compared to those older than him, he’d just say

“Geez, age is just a number”

Sure it is

It was one particular morning where you had to go to one of their recordings since they had an important schedule right after

So the moment the van door opened, you already had a feeling in your gut on who you would be in the same vehicle with

“Good morning!”

“…good morning.”

Your reply sounded groggy, but you really just tried hard to be polite

As expected, other than the seat next to Changkyun’s, every space was filled

So you just sat next to him and closed the van door immediately as the driver saw everyone was all set to get to the recording

Checking the list on your clipboard, you examined the list of their schedule for today

“Okay, so we’re on our way for the first recording for this new variety show. I was told you all would be done after two to three hours, so we can scoot in about an hour and a half for lunch before you guys head on back to the studio to prepare for your upcoming comeback.”

You then spotted one certain schedule you forgot to add on, almost crossing it out since you thought it was already done the day before

“Oh, right. Jooheon and Changkyun, you both have a short guest appearance for another variety. It’s just short, so you’ll both probably be done in an hour of recording or some sort.”

“Copy.”

“Hey, y/n, are you gonna be at the recording with us?”

Changkyun suddenly asked out of nowhere, confusing the other members at the back a bit

“Depends.”

“So, are you gonna be there?”

“I said it depends.”

It was unusual that Changkyun would ask you such and it just made the other members in the car, especially Minhyuk and Jooheon, confused

They were a little curious as to why he asked too but Jooheon soon brushed it off, leaving Minhyuk still a little bit suspicious

So, how did you and Changkyun start having a pretty rocky kind of relationship?

It all started when you accidentally bumped into him as he joined the company

You joined a week before as an intern and you were immediately put into the artist management department, aka where you are one of the higher officers now

It wasn’t easy in the beginning at all and you had to endure every lesson, every complaint, and even every hindrance just to get a proper job and hopefully get promoted as a regular

Changkyun was on his way to the practice room in a hurry and you were struggling on carrying three boxes, piled on each other that were full of Styrofoam balls for a future Christmas event

Well as some romance films depicted, he bumped into you as he ran in the halls

Causing of course, the boxes and balls to fall and for yourself on your butt

You frowned, looking at him with irritation

“Watch where you’re going!”

“I’m sorry”

“You should be.”

You stood up and looked around, seeing all the mess made

“Look I need to g-“

Once he took a step, he literally stepped on one of the styro balls

“MY GOODNESS!”

You shrieked as you saw him almost quiver and try to move another step back

“NO DON’T TAKE A STEP BACK I’VE ALREADY LOST ONE BALL I DON’T NEED TO LOSE ANOTHER ONE!!”

He looked around frantically and then to you, sighing and just kicking the balls to the side to pass through

“Wow aren’t you gonna help me?”

He didn’t answer and just walked away fast

And that, made you have a pretty bad first impression of him

I mean, you totally understood that he was in a hurry

But he should’ve at least helped you a bit

Honestly he just chickened out because of his tenseness from trying to not arrive late to practice and fear of doing something dumb again

Fast forward to a couple of months later, you were asked to help evaluate some trainees

It was very unusual for the coaches to ask interns to do so too

But the coaches wanted a different point of view rather than their own for when the trainees debut

And not be “biased” in any way either

So you were just like hey, why not

So there goes—you end up seeing him again

Are you even surprised?

Not really

They were given a choreography to memorize in just a day

As you continued to evaluate, you looked at him and noticed he made mistakes

And it wasn’t those small ones, but rather easy to identify as if he wasn’t fit into the group

The dance coach asked you and a couple other employees on your observance

Because you wanted to be honest, you pointed out Changkyun was literally not in sync with the group

“It’s as if he was forced or having a hard time on the choreography.”

The dance coach seemed to agree with you a bit and nodded

Changkyun, very well accepted this fault of his

But that didn’t stop him from looking at you with eyes that almost pierced through your whole body

You took a couple of glances at him and he seemed to have kept on looking at you without even having to worry if anyone else noticed

“Is he gonna eat me alive or something?”

A month later, you crossed paths again

This time, he literally followed you from behind

It kind of scared you but the moment you knew who it was, you stopped walking and turned to look at him in a confused manner

“Yes?”

“Do you hate me? Do you dislike me that much? Am I too off for you?”

Wot in tarnation

“No?? What makes you say so?”

“Well thanks to you I felt really down and decided to audition for this survival program the company is doing”

Yikes

As if you hurt his ego when you really didn’t

You kept your stance as you really just wanted to be truthful and not make it seem like no one made a mistake during the choreography evaluations

“Well, why don’t you audition?”

“The problem is, the show already started”

“Oh, right.”

You both just went quiet before he spoke yet again

“I’m still auditioning. I’ll show you. I’ll pass it.”

He walked away and looked as if he were stomping

You were worried but also thought he was just being too much

Lucky enough, he did finally debut with his current group

You tried to congratulate him many times after the announcement but it seemed that you both didn’t cross paths again right after

“Must be busy in preparations for debut”

As you were gonna end your time as an intern, one of the superiors was very impressed with your work

With little to almost no problems when dealing with the departments and overall work environment

And next thing you knew, you were given a chance to stay in the company and help with organizing schedules, events, and what more for the upcoming boy group that Changkyun was in

Or should you say, I.M

Either way, you accepted it in delight and went on with it in a couple of weeks

Finally after a while, you saw Changkyun walk by from practice with the other members

You congratulated the others as they may have seen you before in the building, once or even twice perhaps

Some of them also realizing you were one of the past interns turned official employee

Everyone was very flattered and happy with your congratulations

But Changkyun seemed off as you complimented him on his hard work to be part of the new group

As they walked away, Changkyun moved slowly before pausing and turning to grab you by the arm, making you stop your tracks and look at him in perplex

“So you’re sucking up to me and the others just to be able to work for us, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“It seems that we always cross paths in such way. Do you like me?”

Wow is he serious

Like you’ve only seen each other a few times and he suddenly says it like this

“Whatever you’re thinking about, you’re definitely wrong.”

“Ya! Changkyun! Hurry up the van is waiting!”

One of the other members called and noticed Changkyun grabbing your arm, letting loose just after he was called

“Go home.”

“I am going home.”

His witty reply appalled you a bit as he walked away with a slight smirk

And you just stood there with your mouth wide open

“Geez I hate this guy.”

For the next few years, you never realized they would actually hit big

With so many international invites and whatnot, it was so overwhelming for the boys and even your team

You grew closer to the members too, especially Jooheon and Hyungwon, but Changkyun just remained civil and smiled whenever others were around

Only to go back to being kind of sulky whenever he could get the chance to stare you down as you looked away

Kinda creepy, but kinda confusing too

Now, it’s just as if you have nothing but a business relationship with him and nothing more

Were you friends? Not quite

Acquaintances? Close, but not really

Strangers? Just a step up

And little did you realize you really didn’t want to have anything to do with Changkyun

But his personality often threw you off especially if he were on lives and events

“Is he really like this?”

“He is very much alike on shows, events, and in real life.”

You would ask Jooheon and his reply would be just like that

You’d get skeptical, but since Jooheon was pretty close to him and even to you, you just had to accept that

Back to the present, you all finally arrive at the area of their first schedule

Turns out, you didn’t have to go with them on their schedules that day

“Hey, y/n. We can take it from here. It’s only a short guesting. Also the others needed you for the graphic concept for the comeback.”

So you just nodded and stayed in the car as all the other members left

Changkyun sighed as he moved out, glancing at you again before moving forward to follow the others

It was weird, you thought

But it was also a relief since you really didn’t want to see him

In fact, the more you were with the boys and especially Changkyun, you’d feel really annoyed by his presence

So the van drove you back to the company to finish off some things needed for the comeback

All day you had to endure your sleepiness and think a lot about what was a good music video concept, graphic art for the album, and even mini events other than fansign events

But seeing the love calls from overseas and even local events, you and your other coworkers couldn’t really think of anything else to add up either

After all the preparations you literally didn’t notice it was already night time too

The members were already back from an hour to two hours ago, practicing and preparing themselves

One of your coworkers told you to give something to Hyungwon, so you just did and grabbed the small box that seemed to be from one of his relatives that was sent this morning

As you walked into the practice room, everyone was done with their choreography as their leader, Shownu, called for a short break

You saw Hyungwon and waved your hand with the box, his eyes wide in excitement

“Nice! It’s here!”

“What’s that?”

“A watch I’ve always wanted.”

You gave the box to Hyungwon as he put it to the side and patted you on the head

“Thank you our little angel.”

“I’m not little, you’re all just tall.”

Just as everyone took a break, you realized there was one person missing

You noticed Changkyun wasn’t around practicing with them

“Where’s Changkyun?”

“At the recording room trying to finish up the songs to give for tomorrow. Do you mind calling him?”

You were hesitant, but you just shrugged and gave a nod as you walked over to the studio just a floor away from the practice area

You knocked a couple of times before opening the door, seeing Changkyun all alone as he listened to one of the songs

To try and not make things awkward, you smiled and tried to think of a compliment as you walked over

“Sounds like a good song. Is that the title?”

As you spoke, he turned his head and looked back at the computer screen

You sighed, walking over to his side and tapping him on the shoulder

“Hey, the others are waiting for you upstairs. You need to practice with them.”

“Give me five minutes.”

You just shrugged and stood up, but as you walked away he stopped you by speaking again

“Hey, can you listen to this song for the album coming out?”

You frowned, turning to look at him in confusion

“Uh, why me?”

“Well since you’re here, I need to get an opinion before I complete this in case there are changes.”

You nodded in agreement and grabbed the chair next to him as you sat down

“You’re good at judgment anyway.”

He suddenly mumbled, and you totally heard him and sighed yet again

“Are we gonna have to go through this again?”

“Shhh, I’m gonna play it and tell me what you think of it. Focus on mine and Jooheon’s rap.”

“Fine.”

He scrolled a few times to clip up some of the parts of the song before playing it

As per usual, you liked the whole vibe of the song

To you, this literally showed a very deep and dark side of them

You waited for the rap parts as they were in some different verses in the song, but you listened carefully to the lyrics to just make sure it was fitting through the whole song

“I got it, the last out of the seven. Think these guys are better than me? Now tell me, what are you feeling?”

That part seemed to catch you in a way where it was very fitting

After he played the song, he turned to look at you

“So?”

“Really good. Like, the whole vibe is good.”

“How were the lyrics?”

“I really liked how you made the lyrics fit for the song. ‘The last out of seven’ was really witty, since you’re the youngest.”

You chuckled as you spoke and Changkyun seemed to sigh and force a small smile as he looked at the keyboard

“It’s not about being the youngest member, though.”

He admitted, and you raised a brow as you looked at him

“Oh, really? That’s interesting.”

“I wrote my rap parts in much thought. What do you think was it about? Or maybe, who was it about?”

He suddenly turned his head to look at you in a stern expression

It was very unusual for him to speak like that to you

And you looked back at him frozen as you couldn’t really pinpoint what he really meant

You both just ended up looking at each other, the air in the room becoming tense as the time passed by

As Changkyun was to move closer, the door opened only for one of the other members to see you both

“Ya, Changkyun! Hurry up we need to polish up the choreo!”

To your surprise, it was Jooheon and he seemed to look confused on seeing you sitting next to Changkyun

“Well this is new.”

“Shut up.”

You chuckled awkwardly, standing up and walking towards the door

“I heard one of your songs, by the way. Sounds really good and fitting as the title. I’d listen to the whole album but I guess I’ll have to wait until it comes out, I need to head out early.”

You walked over to the door as Jooheon took a step to the side to let you pass

“See you guys tomorrow. See ya, Joohoneeeeey.”

You pinched his cheek and walked away, making Jooheon frown and pout

“Aish, this girl.”

He looked at you walk away and then turned to look at Changkyun

Changkyun’s expression looked like a mix of being uncomfortable and annoyed

Jooheon, being the curious kid that he was, closed the door and crossed his arms

“What’s with the expression?”

“What expression?”

Changkyun’s voice sounded defensive, turning his back again to look at the computer

Jooheon smirked and definitely knew what Changkyun was all about

“Now I know why you really wanted the song to be our title.”

Changkyun froze, widening his eyes as he just kept looking at the screen

“W-well, we needed to keep a dark concept-“

“Sure we do.”

Jooheon slowly opened the door, not stopping his gaze to Changkyun who slowly turned and looked back as if he was guilty

“You better go back upstairs so we can practice properly.”

“Okay.”

“I’m on to you.”

Jooheon kept his smirk and did a “I’m watching you” gesture, walking out without even closing the door as Changkyun just sat there

Definitely knowing what Jooheon was thinking about

As the day of the music video filming arrived, you helped out with all the concepts and designs of the area to fit with the song

The boys were having their makeup done and it was a timing you went in since everyone was getting ready and you brought a few of their stuff inside

You walked over to Jooheon and gave him a pat on the back while smiling

“Loving the hair. You better not mess up during filming.”

“When do I ever mess up?”

Jooheon snickered and turned to look at you with a wide grin

What you both didn’t notice was that Changkyun, who was sitting next to Jooheon and also having his makeup done, saw everything

And he suddenly felt a rush in him that totally made him feel confused and down all of the sudden

Spite? Envy? Jealousy?

All signs point to yes

But he just remained and acted calm as if he didn’t notice everything at all

“Good luck guys!”

“Thanks, y/n!”

Everyone, except Changkyun, replied as you gave Jooheon another pinch on the cheek before walking away and out of the makeup area

“Gosh, she seems to like pinching my cheek a lot.”

“Why does she do that anyway?”

Changkyun suddenly blurted out in question, sounding a little bit irritated

Jooheon, kind of noticing his jealousy, turned his head to look at him

“Maybe because she wants to?”

“Don’t you get annoyed?”

“No? It’s cute?”

Changkyun just went quiet, but Jooheon being Jooheon, smirked yet again as he looked at him in suspicion

“I’m still on to you.”

Changkyun looked at Jooheon in almost a bit of a shock, turning away right after as he just tried to brush it off

You and Changkyun never really crossed paths again ever since that day since everyone was very busy in preparations

After a while, their comeback was already becoming a hit

And as per usual, the schedules were becoming hectic

You’d run around giving their schedules and going with them to events to make sure everything goes smooth sailing

As much as you were surprised, Changkyun seemed off whenever the cameras weren’t rolling

It was weird for you to see this, although he tried to brush off every bit of negative vibes and just continue on being the same him, on and off camera

After a couple of weeks, you were on your way out to go home

But you passed by the studio again and saw Changkyun walk out

You stopped and immediately continued to walk by him to go on your way

He just stood there, looking down before slowly looking at you

“Hey, y/n.”

He suddenly called and you stopped from walking to just turn to him and hold your handbag properly on your shoulder

“Yeap?”

“Can I ask you something?”

He suddenly was becoming straightforward and you were almost taken aback

But you figured it was just work related so you just shrugged off anything other than that

“Of course. What is it?”

Feeling a little bit hesitant, Changkyun paused for a while to try and think of a proper way to ask you what had been on his mind for a long time

“H-how close are you to Jooheon?”

He suddenly asked, which kind of surprised you

“Well, we’re kind of close since we have similar interests and all. Why did you ask?”

He went silent again, nodding

“I see. I mean, you pinch his cheek a lot.”

You raised a brow, giving a small smile and chuckling

“Oh, so you’ve noticed.”

You both went quiet, and the atmosphere was getting awkward so you decided to just turn and try to walk away

“If that’s just what you’re curious about, honestly. I have to g-“

“Are you more than friends?”

He stopped you with his words again and you seemed to be very confused and taken aback

“Wait, what makes you-“

You turned, Changkyun look at you in a concerned expression but you just remained calm

“What makes you think so?”

“I just wanted to make sure, since, you know, I get concerned.”

“About what? Friends acting like friends?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, what do you mean then? Because honestly we’re just friends. It’s not like we just met last week, Changkyun. I’ve known and been with you guys for so long. It’s only us that have a bit of a confusing relationship.”

Changkyun looked down, shaking his head and then raising it up again to look at you

“I’m sorry if I-“

“If what?”

You suddenly retorted, making him getting also quite heated

“I really just wanted to know if you guys were really just friends.”

“Yes, we’re just friends, Changkyun. Stop acting like you’re jealous of him in any way.”

“Well what if I am actually jealous?”

He confessed all of the sudden and you just looked at him, speechless

“What if I actually liked how our first meeting was like a drama on TV? What if I really just wanted to get your attention and purposely mess up during training whenever you were around just to have your eyes on me? What if I told you I decided to join the survival show late because I wanted to show you how capable I am of working hard and how determined I am?”

All his words were hitting you hard and it felt really different too

Was that his confession? Was he truly infatuated with you? Or was he just forced because he had been suppressing it for too long and was afraid Jooheon would end up having you instead of him?

“So you’re saying…”

“I’m saying I like you, y/n. I’ve liked you for too long that I just couldn’t help myself feeling sad whenever you weren’t with us on schedules and whenever you were, your attention would always go to Jooheon and the others and it kind of made me slightly irritated.”

“Changkyun I-“

You couldn’t speak, looking down as you were not sure of speaking back to him either

Instead of continuing your words, you turned and hurriedly walked away to go out

And not look back again as Changkyun just stood there, not able to comprehend the fact that you literally just walked away from him trying to tell you how he really felt

Unfortunately, you were just as scared as him

His fear of rejection was just as leveled to your fear of hurting someone

You didn’t, or rather, never really felt the same way as he did

But honestly, what if you actually did?

What if whenever you saw him and thought negatively and annoyingly, it was rather an elated type of feeling?

Sure, first impression was bad. The more you both saw each other, the more your blood boiled from the thought of it

The thought just wouldn’t get out of your mind and within the next days and weeks, work was just beginning to slowly drift away into a less exciting environment for you

As much as possible, you really just didn’t want to see the boys and be with them whenever there were schedules during their comeback season

You tried to tell yourself they probably didn’t mind, but Jooheon seemed concerned

One night as they were to end promotions, they were on their way out of the practice room

Jooheon asked Changkyun to bring some of the other bags, to which Changkyun was okay with doing so and left him to leave the practice room last

It was also a good timing that you were on your way down and saw the boys head out

But you weren’t quick enough to say goodbye either so you just shrugged

But then again, you saw Changkyun head out of the practice room and lock it himself

He turned his head a little and noticed you before turning to the other side to go out himself

You couldn’t handle seeing him as if he was disappointed in you

So you ran towards him and hugged him from behind, stopping him from walking

“I’m sorry for not feeling the same way. I know it’s been weeks, but I wanted to tell you that I’ve realized I may have some sort of growing feelings for you too because it felt really weird for me to not properly be myself after your confession.”

Changkyun looked down, staring at your hands clasped together that were on his waist as you held tight

“Changkyun, I like you a lot too. I’m really sorry for distancing myself.”

He sighed, slowly holding on to your hands and smiling a bit before unclasping them and walking away, carrying the bags again and not even look back at you

You were shocked and very much upset, feeling rejected as he walked out of the door

You wanted to cry, you really did

But something in the pit of your stomach just felt different and it made you contain your emotions

And from then on, it was just as if you both were only forced with your feelings

You kept trying to brush everything off, just walking away yourself as you decided to just go home and suck it up

The next day as you arrived the company building, you were told last minute to accompany the boys to a schedule by their manager

You declined, but he were really eager to let you go

Since you really couldn’t say no, you had no choice

You walked over to the parking lot with him and saw the boys already getting in the car

They noticed you and smiled after not seeing you for a long time

“So, where’s the schedule?”

“Busan.”

Busan… seriously

You got inside and tried to look for a spot to sit, but the only space available was literally right next to Changkyun

“Jooheon hyung, sit next to me!”

“No, I have to discuss with Kihyun some important things… why don’t you let y/n sit next to you?”

Changkyun’s eyes widened as he looked at you and just kept his composure to look at the front

The others literally knew what Jooheon was up to, and maybe you did too

Not really having any other choice, you just sat next to Changkyun and sighed

“I have to endure hours, seriously.”

The road trip was like the usual, the boys talking and taking naps, but Changkyun seemed to be quiet and just looked at the window on the side

And to your surprise, you literally just fell asleep

But the van stopped at a gas station midway, waking everyone up

“We’re almost out of gas.”

The driver just went out, and so did the other members and the manager in front too

“Where are you guys going?”

You asked in confusion, looking at everyone head out

“Get some snacks on the way. You need anything?”

You shook your head and declined as they left, closing the van door

Changkyun, still seated at your side, seemed to have fallen asleep as he rested his head on the window

You sighed, trying to check your phone for any messages and reminders

As a couple of minutes passed by, Changkyun suddenly shifted a bit and rested his head on your shoulder

You wanted to push him away, but you were also scared of waking him up and catching him off guard

So you just stayed still and slowly put your phone in your handbag again, looking away

Changkyun’s hand slowly made its way up to yours, entwining both of your fingers as he tried to contain himself from even smiling

You frowned, looking at him in confusion

“Do you still like me?”

He suddenly asked out of the blue, voice deeper than usual but his eyes were closed

You wanted to laugh it off, but you tried containing yourself as well

“You’re dreaming.”

You said as you looked away, biting your bottom lip to try and not laugh as you tried to get your hand out of his grasp

But he didn’t let go and it really made you feel weird

“Y/n, do you still like me?”

He asked again, this time his eyes opening and looking at you all droopy

You looked at him in surprise but ended up chuckling, shaking your head

“How am I supposed to react to that kind of question?”

He laughed a bit and leaned back, looking at you in a more stern from softer expression

“So?”

He asked, smirking a bit

Because of his funny antics, you couldn’t help but keep chuckling and quickly giving him a peck on the cheek

He was totally shocked, and so were you as you didn’t realize what you thought about doing actually happened

“Oh sh-“

“Shhh!”

You hushed Changkyun, putting your finger on his lips to stop him from talking as you put the other on yours

Suddenly the van door opened and Jooheon looked at both of you

“What’s going on here?”

He asked, knowing that he totally made up this plan himself and distracted everyone else at the convenience store by telling them you fell asleep and Changkyun couldn’t wake up

“None of your business, hyung.”

Changkyun suddenly pushed Jooheon slightly from the van before closing the door, making to look at him with a frown

“Why did you do that?”

“Do you want me to get jealous all over again?”

His reply made you chuckle, slowly also making him amused himself

He cleared his throat, trying to look away but couldn’t help but look at you again

“So, you like me, huh?”

“Well, you liked me first.”

“Guess we’re even now. “

“What’s taking the others so long anyway? Don’t you guys have a schedule to get to?”

“Did you check our schedule for today to see what we had?”

You shook your head and opened your phone, noticing that they didn’t even have a schedule that morning

“Wait a minute-“

“Oh, would you look at that. There’s no schedule. And promotions are about to be over, too. Say, why don’t we just loosen up a bit and well, you know, go on a date?”

“Changkyun don’t you think y-“

“How about Friday night? Or better yet, how about tonight?”

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Our strange bond

Requests: Open!

A/N: This is for @amarvelouswritings 2.1k followers challenge. – English is not my maternal language, sorry if this has any grammatical errors.

Prompts: 6) Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate. 15) If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you are more stupid than I thought. 37) You’re stuck with me, like it or not.

Summary: A mission goes wrong and some avengers must make a difficult decision, while Bucky and Y/N must be honest with themselves about their strange relationship.

Fandom: MCU.

Genre: Angst, drama, friendship, romance and fluff (a little bit of both).

Warnings: Curse/Swearing, lots of blood, violence, death.

“We’ve to get out of here!” a male voice screamed in the background. “This building won’t hold out any longer!” ordered that man, who seemed to be Steve.

“Captain, cover me!” asked Clint who fired his arrows in every possible direction to bring down all possible HYDRA agents. “The first bomb has detonated, it won’t be long before detonation of the second one.” he said as he finished annihilating the agents.

“Cap, we’re all out, only you are missing.” reported Tony from the outside.

“Well, come on now.” Steve said as he walked out the door. “I’m looking forward to end this mission.”

“Yeah, me too.” Clint said as the arch was placed in his back.

“Hey, Y/N, you’re very quiet.” Bucky said suddenly, who had just left by the other side of the building. “That’s odd, Are you not going to answer me? Did the joke before bother you so much?” Bucky kept asking in a joking tone.

“Y/N, I would kick frosty’s ass if I were you,” Nat defended her friend. “Y/N?”

“Friday.” Tony talked. “What happened to Y/N’s equipment?”

“This gives me a bad feeling.” murmured Clint, who just left the building with Steve.

Steve, Bucky, Nat, Tony and Clint were outside the building looking around for signs of their friend and companion, who wasn’t with them and wasn’t responding neither.

“Her equipment failed when the first explosive detomated, sir.” reported Friday about Y/N.

The faces of all present changed as they heard that.

“Fuck.” Bucky whispered with concern. “I’m coming in!” Bucky said as he headed for the collapsing building.

Steve stopped him. “It’s dangerous, Buck.”

“Friday, localize her.” Tony ordered with anguish.

“Before the detonation she was in the basement, next to the stairs, 20 meters from the bomb, sir.” Friday reported in the usual tone.

“Do you know if she’s alive?” Clint asked in fear of the answer.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what to say to that, Agent Barton.” said Friday. “But considering an explosion of that magnitude, anyone who’s been as close to the bomb as agent Y/L/N was… has no chance of survive.”

They all looked at each other with fear and sadness, the tragedy had taken someone important away from them again.

“Steve.” Bucky spoke to Captain America “Let me go,” ordered “I’m coming in.” he muttered.

Clint looked sadly at his partner “Barnes… There’s nothing we can do.” he said with tears in his eyes.

Bucky let go of his friend’s grip. “She’s our friend! We can’t abandon her! We can’t let her die!” he screamed with anger.

“Bucky…” Nat spoke. “Please don’t…”

“It’s Y/N, she’s my… She’s our friend! I’m not going to consider her dead, not without seeing her first.” Bucky said as he rushed toward the crumbling building.

“Bucky!” called Steve to his friend, but he didn’t stop “Shit.” said before he ran after his friend. “Guys, if you see that we don’t go out… Just leave.” ordered Captain America “And don’t even think about going in.”

Once they entered the building, the two men went straight to the basement and started calling their friend’s name, to find her and get out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/L/N!” cried bucky as loudly as possible “Where are you? Y/N!” he shouted as he approached the blast site.

“Y/N!” the captain called his friend “Y/N!” while he covered his face to not breathe the smoke

“Y-Y/L/N… Y/N!” Bucky kept screaming while he coughed.

A few meters from where the boys were, there was Y/N who was stunned by the explosion. She listened to her teammates shouting at her. They were desperate.

Y/N tried to get up, but a sharp pressure and pain stopped her from doing it. She looked up at her legs and saw she had several tons of debris on the right leg. She tried to free herself, but all she got was more weight to fall on her.

She looked at the rest of her body, she had several wounds and bruises on his arms, torn clothing and an ugly burn on her right side of the body. The burn came from the right side of the abdomen, what Y/N could see, to her trapped leg.

Suddenly she felt a liquid coming down her face, it was blood. She gasped for surprise and leaned back.

Everything started to get cloudy and twirled. Little by little she stopped listening to the voices of her friends, and the only thing she heard was an annoying beep. Suddenly she fainted.

“Barnes!” cried Y/N in desperation,“You’re a pain in the ass!”

Bucky approached her with a mocking laugh “Oh, come on! I just asked you if you’re dating Thor.” he said as he pretended to be innocent. “And you haven’t answered me, are you two dating?” he asked as he followed his companion and entered the common room.

“Ahhg!” Y/N exclaimed as she dropped on the couch “Leave me alone, Barnes!”

“What’s going on?” asked Sam from the other couch.

“Barnes is what’s going on, Sam.”

“What about Bucky?” Wanda who just walked into the room with Tony, Natasha and Bruce, asked.

“He’s always ignoring me when I talk to him, but when he gets bored, the only thing he does is annoys me.”

“I just asked you if you’re dating Thor.” Bucky spoke with a malevolent smile. “And you haven’t answered the question yet.”

“I don’t have to do it.” the girl folded her arms.

“She neither claims nor denies it.” said Tony, “Interesting.”

“Tony!”

“For me they are dating.” Sam commented.

“Naah…” said Natasha as she sat with Y/N on the couch. “Thor is not her type.” she winked at her.

Y/N and Natasha laughed at what the redhead meant.

“Oh, I get it then.” Tony pointed out to both of them. “So you two…”

The two women laughed even more.

“No, Tony.” said Bruce shyly. “They’re not together.”

“How do you know that?” asked Sam curiously.

“Well, because Natasha is dating…” Bruce said in a whisper. “We’re together, Nat’s dating me.”

Everyone was impressed, except Y/N who already knew.

“How quiet you were, you little monster.” said Tony gawking.

“So…” Bucky talked “who’s she dating?” he asked with a little bit of jealously.

“Me.” Steve said as he walked into the room.

Y/N winked at Captain America. He did the same thing.

Bucky was speechless.

Later that day, when Y/N left the training room, she was escorted to her room by Bucky, because he had also finished training. All the way to the rooms they were in silence.

The first room was the Super Soldier’s. He said goodbye to Y/N and set off for his own, but Bucky interrupted her.

“Y/N.” called the man and she turned around to see him.“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she asked.

“For bothering you all day. For the stupid questions.” Bucky spoke as he opened his door.

“Barnes, it’s nonsense. Don’t worry.” she said with a smile. “Good night.” she said as she left.

“I’m glad you’re with Steve.” Bucky said as he saw his mate leaving. “He deserves to be happy.” he said as soon as he walked into his room.

Y/N turned around briefly and saw where the man had gone.

“You really are an idiot.” Y/N whispered before she went to her room. “When will he find out?”

“Y/N.” whispered Steve as he found his unconscious companion on the floor “Oh, my God…” he whispered as he saw how she was.

“Y/N, please…” Bucky said as he bent down to see if she was still alive.“She’s still alive, barely, but she is.”

“Help me remove the debris from her bod.” Steve asked his friend. “We don’t have to much time.”

Both men tried to lift the debris, to free Y/N but it was useless. As they tried again the girl regained consciousness and began to moan and scream because of the pain.

“Shhh…. Shhh…” Steve tried to calm the girl down.“Easy, calm down. Easy.” he said as she stroked her hair to calm her.

“You have to go” she whispered. “go away, please.” Y/N begged as tears streamed down her face.

“No!” Bucky said. “We’re not gonna leave you alone, you hear me?”

Steve looked at his friend and then he looked at Y/N and nodded “Let’s get you out of here.”

Bucky and Steve tried to pick up the debris again, but it was no worthy. Y/N only maoned for the pain that felt.

“It’s useless, please.” Y/N looked at Bucky as she was crying. “Go away, please.”

“We’re not leaving you! Fuck!” Bucky exclaimed desperate. “Don’t insist, please…” he whispered with tears in the eyes.

“There have to be some alternative.” Steve said. “But I can’t think of any one.”

They were silent for a few moments until Y/N came up with an idea.

“I do. I have one.” confessed the girl in fear. “But it won’t be nice.” she looked at Bucky’s knife.

Steve realized what she meant. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no,” he said immediately. “We can’t…”

“Steve,” Y/N called the captain.“It’s the only way I can get out of here, and if you can’t do it… Go. I don’t want you to die here.”

Steve looked at Bucky who was in shock for what they were going to do. There was no choice.

“Please, do it. It’s the only way we can get out of here. Please, Barnes, Steve.”

“All right.” said the captain as he put his hands on his head

“I will do it.” Bucky said with fear.

“No!” said Steve and Y/N at the same time.

“I’ll do it, Bucky.” Steve said decidedly.

Suddenly the building shuddered. The second bomb had detonated, and more debris thrilled to fall.

“Bucky, take my shield and give me your knife.” the blonde man ordered. “Let’s cover ourselves with the shield.”

The young woma look at her two companions who were mentally preparing for what was coming.

“This is not going to be very nice.” Steve said as he prepared. “It’s gonna hurt.”

“I know.” Y/N said as she breathed agitatedly. “I’ll scream.” she sighed. “Well I’ll scream loudly.”

Bucky took his partner’s hand and she squeezed it as she watched him “Squeeze whatever you want.” Sergeant Barnes offered and she nodded.

“Believe me, I will.” she said laughing at the nerves. “Please be quick.”

Steve nodded and wore the sweat off his forehead. “I’ll try.”

Steve made the first cut and the blood began to sprout violently from Y/N’s leg. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to see the terrifying image, but he could still imagine it while listening to his friend’s cries of pain and suffering.

“Barnes!” exclaimed Y/N as she saw her partner who was training with Clint “I need you, please is… Urgent” she said agitated.

“In what way do you need me?” he asked in a mischievous tone.

Clint was stunned to hear that from his friend. Did they ever been like that before?

“Always the same, Barnes.” said Y/N tiredly. “Clint, I need you…” she said, ignoring Bucky.

“I’m still here!” Bucky said bewildered to see that he had been ignored.

Clint laughed when he saw what had just happened “What do you need?” he asked.

“You see, you remember this cafeteria where they made pancakes and waffles?” asked Y/N to hawkeye, he nodded energetically.

“There’s a proposition!” said the young woman enthusiastically.

“A proposition?”

“Yes! And a very good one! If you pick up an escort, you have three desserts at the price of one, and if you bring an older person too… It’s free!” the woman spoke with emotion.

“Come on now!” Clint said as he left.

“Can I come too?” Bucky begged,“I’m old, I’m ninety-something years old!” he reported.

“We have got Steve!”

“See ya, Grandpa!” Clint laughed.

When they arrived at the cafeteria and found a place to sit, Clint began questioning Y/N about his relationship with Bucky. Their relationship was strange. Really strange.

“Be honest with me.” Clint told his friend. “Do you like Barnes? Do you have feelings for him?”

Steve looked curiously at Y/N who ate nervously trying to avoid the questions.

“No way!” exclaimed Clint, interpreting her partner’s nervousness as an answer.

“Since when?” Steve asked intrigued.

“I don’t like him,” Y/N said with her mouth full.

“Y/N?” both men asked at once, she gave up.

“Since a few months ago.” replied the girl after swallowing.

“You should tell him.” Clint suggested.

“Yeah! No! Have you lost your mind?”

“I’m serious. You just have to see each other to realize that you two have something,” Hawkeye said as he chewed.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full” Rogers told Barton.

“Yes, Mother.” Barton mocked to the Captain America. “Listen to me, Y/N/N.”

“I agree with him.” Steve said. “You should tell Bucky.”

“Guys, guys. Barnes has no feelings for me, and yet our relationship is very strange. So no. I’m not gonna ask him out. I don’t want things to get any weirder.”

“Okay, do whatever you want Y/N.” Clint said. “But at least be honest with yourself and what you really want.”

The building was practically collapsed and Clint, Tony and Natasha feared the worst.

“Shit.” Tony whispered in a broken voice.

Natasha looked away to not show her tears. Clint, on the other hand, fell to his knees as he looked at the image. No one could believe what had just happened. His companions had fallen. Bucky, Steve and Y/N, they were gone.

Silence reigned in the place, except for the noise of some debris that kept falling and the sobbing of Natasha, who collapsed from the pain.

“Tony!” they heard someone screaming not far from where they were. “We have to go now!” was Steve running to his team.

They all looked surprised and relieved to see Steve running toward them. Behind him was Bucky with Y/N in his arms.

“Fuck,” Clint said while approaching Bucky and watching Y/N.

They all looked at the youngest of the group, half-dead in Bucky’s arms, who was crying and trembling. They’ve never seen the sergeant like that before.

Clint had been right, about his bad feeling.

Once on the Quinjet, Bucky never separated from Y/N at any time. Everyone was watching the scene, as Bucky cried and took his partner’s hand. No one interrupted to give him some privacy. Everyone knew about the feelings of both of them.

No one said anything, the only thing that was heard was Bucky’s sobs. Suddenly the young woman clutched her partner’s hand, he looked at her with uncertainty.

“Y/N…” bucky said as he stroked her hair. “I’m so sorry… Everything that happened to you.”

She slightly denied and smiled at her partner, to calm him down. “Barnes, it’s okay,” she said before he coughed up blood.

Everyone was alarmed because of that, so they approached.

“Hey, what’s up?” Natasha spoke.

“I’m cold and sleepy…” murmured Y/N with a slight frown.

“Don’t even think about going to sleep!” demanded someone.

“Just… Just a few minutes. I’m very tired.” said Y/L/N without energy.

“Hey, Y/N, You’re stuck with me, like it or not.” Bucky said as he took both hands from his partner. “So don’t fall asleep, okay? Squeeze my hands, you hear me? Squeeze them.”

“Okay…” she whispered as she clenched Bucky’s hands.

Once they arrived to New York, the first thing they did was go to the best hospital in the city where they would take care of Y/N. Wanda and Vision arrived before, they were already waiting for the group to arrive.

“Wanda, I’m sure Y/N will come out of this. She always does.” Vision said, putting her hand on her lover’s shoulder.

“I’m afraid. I don’t want to lose another person I care about. She’s like my sister.” said Scarlett Witch.

Vision hugged her and she hid her face in his neck.

“You know? She’s managed to be like the sister I never had. In some way she reminds me of Pietro.” Wanda spoke as she cried and still hugging Vision.

A few moments later the team reached there with a serious and sad look.

“How’s Y/N?” Vision asked when he saw his companions.

“She was in cardiorespiratory arrest.” Clint said.

“And his wounds? What does she have?” Wanda asked.

“She’s got a burn all over his right part of the body, from the abdomen to… to…” Natasha was trying to inform.

“To the stump” ended up saying Tony. “The only way to save her and get her out of the building was to cut her leg off.” he said with impotence. “The rest are bruises.”

Nobody said anything after that. Silence reigned in the place, again.

“We’re drunk.” admitted Wanda.

“And a lot.” Y/N said with a silly smile.

“Hey… have they noticed we’re missing?” Wanda asked with laughter.

“Naaah. Besides, we’re well hidden…”

“In Tony’s closet.”

“I thought we were in the pantry.”

“We’re very drunk.”

“And disoriented” Y/N gave a drink to the bottle, then she laughed.

“You look like a pig when you laugh like that!” said Scarlett Witch.

“I found them!” Clint shouted after discover the two ladys.

“Wanda grab the bottle and run!” Y/N yelled while throwing a shoe to Clint.

“Hey!” he said as Wanda and Y/N escaped.

Y/N and Wanda split up after leaving Tony’s room. Y/N ran quietly so none of her companions would find her. Everything was fine until she didn’t know how, Bucky was carrying her on his shoulder.

“Friday warns the others that I already have Y/N.” Bucky said as he tried to put up his friend who kept trying to escape.“Tell them I’m taking her to bed.”

“What!? No!” complained Y/N “Don’t be a spoilsport! I was having fun with Wanda!”

“The fun is over for today, miss.” Bucky commented with a smile.

“You’re a killjoy, Barnes! You don’t know what fun is” the young woman protested.

At that moment they arrived to Y/N’s room.

Bucky released Y/N on the bed and gave her a seductive but playful look. “Oh, Doll, I know what fun is. And I know how to have a good time.” he winked.

She blushed. “Barnes…” she said as approached him.

“Y/N…” he imitated her.

“I have something to tell you.” Y/N confessed as she looked his friend in the eye.

“Tell me.” he said as he approached her.

“I… I’d like to know if…” Y/L/N was trying to talk while she finished bridging the gap between them.

Bucky rested his forehead on Y/N’s, who looked at his face attentively. Bucky looked at his companion’s lips and kissed them before he knew it.

The kiss was short but sweet and passionate, with a taste of cake and alcohol.

“I’m sorry…” Bucky said when he broke the kiss. “I shouldn’t have done that. You’ re…”

“Barnes” murmured Y/N. “It’s… Okay, really. It’s Okay.”

“But you and…”

“I love you” Y/N snapped.

“What?” asked the Sergeant with his eyes open for the surprise “You love me?”

“Yeah!” she admitted. “Do I love you? Yes. Do I like you? That’s still up for debate.” she said playfully as he hugged Bucky.

“Y/N, but you and-”

“Y/N,” Steve said after he showed up.

Bucky looked at his friend and then at Y/N with whom he was hugging. He nodded his head and looked at the young woman. He kissed her on the forehead and went to Steve’s.

“You should put her to bed. She drank.” he said as he looked at Y/N before leaving “Good night,” and Winter Soldier left.

“What happened?” asked Steve approaching Y/N, who was now sitting in her bed.

“He kissed me.” she said. “And I’ve told him I love him.”

“He kissed you?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“And you told him you loved him?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“You’re drunk.”

“Yes, Captain.”

“Stop saying that.”

She nodded clumsily. “Yes, Captain.” she said as she was laying down. “Oh captain, my captain.”

“Bucky…” Steve called his friend who was sitting in the hospital hallway. “You should go home and get some rest.”

“It’s my fault,” the brunette man said with a lost stare.

“What are you talking about?” asked the blonde man.

“That she… It’s my fault what happened to her, Steve.”

Steve sat next to him “Of course it’s not, Buck.”

“I made a joke that bothered her. I told her that she couldn’t have us both. She looked at me confused and went to the bomb, unknowingly. Then it detonated.”

Steve squeezed his friend’s shoulder as a sign of support.

“I kissed her, the other night.” Bucky broke the silence.

“I know,” confessed Steve. “She told me.”

“I kissed your girlfriend, Steve,” she said,“I’m… In love with her. I’m in love with your girlfriend.”

Steve hugged his friend tightly. “She’s not my girlfriend, she never was.”

“What? But… you said…”

“It was a joke of ours.”

Bucky laughed a little.

“She may die. Y/N may die.”

“She won’t. She always manages to come back to us.” Steve spoke.

“This better be it. Because I have to tell her something.” Bucky said in tears.

“That you love her?” asked Steve looking at his friend.

“Yeah, that I love her.” Bucky whispered.

Y/N woke up agitated, like she did every night. all she could feel was a little pain. She was very dazed and dizzy from the medication she was taking for pain and healing the wounds.

It’s been two weeks since the altercation.

As she remembered the mission again, a chill invaded her entire body. She remembered the explosion, being trapped and… Asking Steve to cut her leg off.

She lifted up the sheets and was able to confirm that it wasn’t a nightmare. Everything had happened. Everything was real. Very real.

Y/N took her hand to the stump and felt incomplete. A huge emptiness possessed her, but she immediately felt grateful to be alive.

“Y/N?” she heard a male voice calling her.

“Steve…” she said in tears. He ran to hug her.

Steve started crying. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“You can’t sleep, can you?”

“No, actually. I can only think of that mission, Y/N.” he replied as he sat on his friend’s bed.

“It’s not your fault. You did what you had to do. You saved me, Steve.” said Y/N with tears in her eyes. “You saved me.”

“Your leg…”

“I can live without it. I’ll manage to do it.”

“You won’t be able to…”

“To be an Avenger?” asked the young woman to her friend. “I know. But hey.” she took Steve’s face.

“Yes?” asked Captain America with a look of guilt.

“I’d rather not be an Avenger than be dead.”

“Being an Avenger was your dream.” Steve spoke.

“Yeah, it was. But don’t you think it’s about time I fulfilled my other dreams too?” asked Y/N with a smile.

“Like what?” asked Steve calmly.

“I don’t know. Maybe settle down? Adopt a cat? Travelling?” Y/N said with bright eyes as she saw what the future might hold.

“You can do that with… Bucky?” said innocent Steve.

“With Barnes! Steve… He doesn’t feel the same way, he never felt–”

“If you think I don’t feel anything for you, then you’re more stupid than I thought” Bucky said from the bedroom door.

“Oh, my God. You’ve heard everything. Steve, Barnes heard us.” said Y/N with her hands on her face, dead in shame.

The silence reigned for a few moments.

“I think it’s about time you two talked things over.” Steve said as he walked out the door. “I’ll leave you two alone.” he said before he patted Bucky on the shoulder and then left.

“Hey.” Bucky said as he went to his friend’s bed.

“Hi.” Y/N said shy. “I’m sorry about this. What you’ve heard. Steve just…” she spoke as she looked at Bucky who kept going to her.

Bucky shortened the distance between them and before Y/N could speak he kissed her gently.

“Why?” asked Y/N confused after the kiss.

“I love you too.” Bucky whispered against his friend’s lips.

“I never told you that.” whispered Y/N as she rested her forehead against Bucky’s.

“You did it. I kissed you and then you told me.” Bucky confessed.

“When?”

“One night, after one of Tony’s parties. You and Wanda hid in his closet and got drunk. I took you to your room, and well, it happened.” Bucky explained with a smile as he remembered that night. “I thought you and Steve were dating and that’s why I didn’t…”

Y/N kissed Bucky this time. Bucky hugged the young woman tightly. They had finally cleared things up.

“Y/N…” the man called her in a whisper.

“Yeah, Bucky?” Y/N questioned as she looked into the man’s eyes.

“This is the first time you’ve ever called me that.” Winter Soldier was surprised, and he smiled at her. “I like it.”

“What were you going to tell me?”

“Well, I was going to ask you.” the sergeant spoke. “I was going to ask you… If you would like to be my best girl?”

Y/N nodded. “I would love to be your best girl, Barnes.”

“Where is the ‘Bucky’ thing?” Bucky asked, pretending to be annoying.

“Hush…” she whispered as she hugged her now boyfriend tightly.

“By the way, Y/N.” Bucky spoke softly.

“Yes? Tell me…”

“I think your dreams of traveling, adopting a cat… They’ll have to wait.“

“Why do you say that?” she asked confusedly.

“Because your dream of being an avenger is not over yet.” Bucky explained to his girlfriend.

“But I do not…”

“I met with T'Challa and he offered to create a new leg for you.” Bucky told her.

Y/N began to cry with emotion. “What? Really?”

“Really.” Bucky kissed her forehead. “He says he owes you for saving him in Vienna.”

“My God…” Both avengers hugged. “I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too.”

“It’s official, they’re together!” Vision said as he passed the wall and walked away.

“What the hell?” Bucky muttered.

“I knew it!” they both heard someone screaming. Clint. “They said ‘I love you’! They’re a couple! They’re really dating!” the Hawkeye exclaimed. “They’re in love!”

“Tony! Tony! Take out the champagne!” cried Sam in somewhere in the compound.

“Damn you, Vision!” Bucky whispered.

“Damn it! Now everyone knows!”

Y/N said leaning her head against Bucky’s shoulder.

The both of them laughed.

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This is for the anon who wanted: the reader likes Toby, and Jim is their best friend so he tries to set them up together. Friday Afternoon "Hey, Jimbo! Jimothy, it's time for lunch break." Jim took a glance at you and smiled. "OK, I'm coming y/n. Just let me finish real quick." "PFFT- THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!" Michael burst into uncontrollable laughter. Pam frowned at the camera. It was very well known you and Jim were the best of friends at the office. You guys had been close since college, and you always had each other's backs. Pam, once upon a time, was almost jealous of you, until she realized that you were more like Jim's sister if anything. It also helped that you pushed Jim into asking her out. "Hey Bees- I mean Halpert, wanna come with us for lunch?" Jim grinned at his wife. You and Pam both rolled your eyes. "I would, but I have a lot more administration stuff to go over, so maybe later?" Pam said, knowing that you needed Jim's advice on something. Pam Beesly-Halpert was not incompetent. She recognized a office romance about to bloom when she saw it. Well, she had some trouble figuring out her own relationships(Jim vs Roy), but that didn't matter. She was the one who figured out Dwight and Angela were a thing. (Two chocolate bars?) It was weird and unconventional to her, but she knew you liked Toby. Sure, there was the time in the past where he groped her knee. And there was that other thing with Nellie. But... The guy was a little bit socially awkward, but he meant well. If anyone deserved some loving, it was probably Toby. Pam knew that any member of the Finer Things Club was awesome, and while she didn't reciprocate Toby's feelings, she knew that you were crushing. You walked into the break room and sat down at a table, opening up your tuna sandwich. Jim was about to follow you when Pam pulled his arm. "Jim, y/n is going to ask your advice on something, and I just wanna say..." Pam whispered. Jim waited for whatever token of advice he should tell y/n. "Tell her to go for it! Tell her how great their personalities go together, and tell her that it's gonna be fine and she should just tell him. Also, tell her I called it." Pam hushed. Jim, despite being your best friend, had no idea what Pam was on about. "Y/n has a crush on someone? Is it... Kevin? Or Gabe?" Jim fake shuddered. Pam giggled but told him to be respectful, and pushed him on his way. "Hey, y/n." "Hey, Big Tuna!" You held up your tuna sandwich and smirked. "Har-de-har, y/n. So what did you need to tell me?" Jim glanced at you, getting a granola bar from the vending machine. You weren't sure how to answer, being put on the spot like that. Sure, you needed advice, but on your own terms. "Tell you something? Who said I needed to tell you something?" "Ah, cut it out, y/n. I know when you're hiding something." Jim laughed. You were silent, unsure of how to proceed. "Plus Pam told me you were totally head over heels for someone here." Jim looked at your reddening face. "Oh my god." Jim was surprised. "Jim, you've been clueless since day one! God! I can't believe Pam figured out before you..." you groaned. "How could you not tell me, y/n, that you liked someone? This is so cool, finally! The last time was like... first year college, I believe?" It was no secret to Jim that you tended to be very quiet about feelings. He thought it was just ridiculous that someone as awesome as you could be so unsure of themselves. He knew whoever it was would be really happy to date you, and was psyched he could finally see his best friend find her Pam. Or should he say, Jim? Who was it, though? "Y/n l/n, please tell me you do not have a crush on Gabe. Or Oscar, because I think I have some bad news for you." Jim grinned. You laughed nervously, wondering if you should tell Jim and face judgement. "Actually, it's fine, because no matter who it is, I'm totally right here for-" "I have a crush on Toby." You said, with zero emotion. You didn't want Jim to make fun of you, because you were completely serious. "Yes, Jim, I have feelings for our HR rep. OK?" Jim seemed to have zoned out, upon hearing your deep claim. You got increasingly worried. Was it because, as Michael always said, Toby was the devil? Worse than hell? Apparently an evil snail? You always thought Toby was great. Kinda quiet, but that was part of the appeal. He was cute when he didn't quite know what was going on, which was like always. He was also really kind, and helped make sure you had a comfortable start when you started at Dunder Mifflin. Of course as a HR rep he probably did that for everyone, but whatever. "Y/n that's..." "Yeah? OK I know you guys think he's lame or whatever but I don't! I think he's-" "Great! How can I help?" Jim patted your shoulder. "Wonderful..." you trailed off your last sentence. "Y/n, only Michael G. Scott has the unmitigated nerve to hate someone that much. Honestly I think Toby is really responsible, and it gets on Michael's nerves that he can't party all the time." Jim said. "So what are we gonna have to do, to get my best buddy in Toby's life?" Jim said, nudging you. "Also Pam said to go for it, and you guys have really matching personalities, and it's gonna be fine, and to just tell him. Oh, and she..." Jim smiled when he realized his wife really noticed a lot. "Called it." "Pam really knows, huh? Crap... I hope I wasn't too obvious about it." You blushed. Jim really understood now. He totally could see why you'd like Toby. You probably never noticed but Toby definitely made a bigger effort to talk with you, than anyone else in the office. He couldn't believe that he didn't see it before. Jim was gonna do everything to make it happen. "Lunch is over, Jimmy. I'm going back, see ya." You stood up, and threw out your trash, and sauntered out the door. Jim headed over to his desk, knowing he'd need all his energy to set you up. --- Monday Michael was holding another mandatory meeting that was of course, about nothing. You walked in to the conference room, and noticed that you were the last person to get in. Everyone else was sitting down already. The only empty seat was next to Toby. You immediately turned red, as Jim waved at you. Maliciously. Sitting next to Toby, you tried not to seem too fidgety. Jim mouthed "breathe". Toby smiled a warm, placid smile. "Have a nice weekend, y/n?" "Oh, yeah! It was a lot of fun, I found the perfect teapot cosy, and at such a low price too, it's got such Austen elements." You rambled, feeling kind of stupid. "Sorry, I don't mean to take up the whole meeting with my rambling, haha." You winced. "Well it's not like anything worthwhile happens during these meetings anyways, right?" That's what you loved about Toby. He was so assuring. "Anyways, if you're interested, maybe you can join the Finer Things Club? If you're a fan of Austen, I'll recommend you to Pam and Oscar." Toby whispered, as Michael was getting suspicious that no one cared. "Really? I'd love to!" You beamed. "I heard it was pretty exclusive to get in, though. Isn't it only you, Oscar, and Pam?" "I'm sure we can make a exception for someone as well tasted as you, Y/n." Toby looked rather pleased. You heard the rest of the office giggling like a bunch of school children. You smiled good naturedly at Toby, wondering if they were laughing with you or at you. "Jesus, you guys! If you wanna talk, do it somewhere else. Listen to me during my meetings." Michael groaned. Everyone shuffled out of the conference room. You could see Toby asking Pam and Oscar about something, and felt your heart flutter. Did he care so much that he had to ask right after the meeting? Pam smiled, nodded, and punched Toby in the arm absentmindedly, while Oscar nodded. She ran over and pulled you aside. "Y/n, guess who's a part of the FTC! You are! That's great, just stupendous, right?" Pam excitedly held you by the shoulders. "Oh my god, really? You guys are just gonna let me in?" Pam nodded and gave you a hug. "Take it or leave it, l/n. I've been trying to get in the FTC since the start... of my love for Pam." He winked at her while she laughed. --- Tuesday "So, y/n..." Jim sashayed over to your desk. "How's the whole deal on the oby-tay situation?" The office was already quite aware of your feelings to Toby, so Jim's discretion was kind of useless. "Didn't Pam tell you?" You typed away, creating another spreadsheet. "Uh, yeah. She said nothing really happened at the Finer Things Club meetings, that you guys really just discussed... finery." Jim made his signature look. "I was hoping you'd have better news, l/n!" "Listen to your wife, Jim. Nothing happened. Nada." You groaned. Excel shut down before you could save. "Y/n, you gotta put yourself out there! Just seduce him. Use your magically enticing good looks." You rolled your eyes. --- Wednesday Jim knew it had to be today. He had assigned the rest of the office to leave Toby alone today, which was a rather easy task in itself. He also asked Kelly to do her work in the break room for today, just to keep the annex clear. So it would just be Toby. And you. "Hey, Y/n?" Erin popped by your desk. "Yeah?" "I need you to hand this file report in to Toby...heh." Erin couldn't help but snicker a little bit. You sighed. "Erin, isn't that your job? Why should I-" "It's a report about your personal HR situation in the accounting department." "But-" "No buts! You have to meet with him!" Erin bustled back to her receptionist seat, leaving you with the file. The rest of the office ushered you in through the kitchen, and Jim and Pam gave you a good luck wave. Not even thinking to look at the file, you approached Toby, as everyone pretended not to watch from the kitchen. "Hey, Toby?" You said quietly. And hopefully. "Yeah, yeah, what is it Micha- oh. Y/n? Hi, what's up?" Toby seemed to be blushing, at the back of your mind. "Michael has been asking me the most idiotic questions in the last hour, so I've just been tuning a lot out. Sorry." "Uh... Erin told me to give you this file..." you mentally kicked yourself as you realized you had no idea what was in it. Was it promiscuous, lasvicious? Toby gingerly took the file from you nervous hands. As he was about to open it, his computer immediately crashed. "Ah, damn it." Toby said under his breath. "Gonna have to get IT to fix that..." "Oh, I can do it! My computer has been going through the same problems in the last couple of weeks." You hoped you didn't sound overly eager. You scooted your chair really close to Toby, and the computer, and powered it back on. As you were doing a bunch of tech stuff, your arm brushed Toby's and he stiffened. He worried, if he was too anti-social for you to like him, and to purposely touch his arm one day. He was sure he was going to freak you out like he did to Pam. You got up out of your seat, so consumed in fixing the software, you didn't realize how many times you had leaned over Toby. Your hair brushed his face, and he caught a whiff of your perfume on your neck. Jim smirked. "Y/n does not realize how suave she's being right now." he whispered to Pam. Toby was slowly losing count of how many times you have to brush his whatever it was, until he would, in all actuality, have to jump a fence again to save face. Long at last, the computer was fixed. "I-I can't thank you enough, y/n." Toby stuttered a little, but you didn't think it was anything. "Of course, no problem, Toby! Anything for a friend." You smiled, in a way that Toby wanted to memorize, because he never wanted to forget the way you especially beamed at him. He felt almost entitled to it, although he knew it was your kind nature that made you smile so much. "Now, let's see that file..." Toby opened it, hoping you wouldn't see him smiling like a weirdo. If you could just be beside him more often, he'd be happier than ever. You braced yourself for some odd kinky message. "Hmm... well it says that you feel quite lonely. Sounds like depression, or lack of contact outside work. You get along well with most co-workers. Hey, isn't Jim your best friend?" Toby said, pulling you out of your surprise that the file was actually very accurate. Toby's tone sounded scathing, he realized. He didn't like that somehow Jim managed to snag two beautiful women. It wasn't that Toby hated Jim, it was just that everything Jim had done could only remind Toby of his own pathetic failures. Earlier in life, he could have been Jim. Married to a great woman, best friends with the greatest woman. Well, obviously Toby wanted to be married to the greatest woman. "Well yeah, Jim is my best friend... but he's not like you, Toby, for starters." You said honestly. Toby nearly dropped his pen out of surprise. "Well I mean, Jim is really great. I've known him for quite some time. But for some reason, I think you get me better, Toby. You somehow totally get eveything I like without making too much noise." You laughed. Toby felt his spirits lift, glad someone appreciated his nonchalant attitude. "The file says I'm lonely, right? But it's more like I don't hang enough around people who really get me, I guess except for Jim. And you. Office relationships are as simple as can be. It's hard to find a real friend out there." You ended off quietly. Toby's heart, unexpectedly filled with sympathy. Somehow you had described how he felt everyday. He never thought someone as lively and stunning as you, could be feeling the same way as him. "Y/n, we're real friends, aren't we?" He gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, too afraid to try anything inappropriate for the work place. "Yeah! Of course we are, Toby. That's what I was saying. It might not be appropriate for a HR meeting... but-" "Of course we can be better friends. We can get to know each other. Er, we can hang out soon if you'd like..." Toby cut you off early. He didn't want to get his hopes up. You, on the other hand, were more courageous than him, and you'd come way too far now to be shut down. You caught Jim's eyes in the kitchen, as he batted his eyelashes girlishly and pouted his lips. It was clear Jim was telling you to seduce Toby. Jim wanted you to avoid the "best friend" thing for what you really wanted. You smiled, knowing nobody was expecting this. "Toby?" "Yeah, y/n? What date should we hang-" You promptly leaned in and kissed him. Toby froze, unsure of how to move, because it had been so long since he kissed someone. Plus he didn't think it would be happening with you. Eventually he started kissing back, but you pulled away, took an exaggerated breath, and said "Yeah. It's a date." Toby couldn't help but grin really stupidly at you. And you couldn't help but smile back, and loop your arms in a hug around his shoulder. The office roared in the background, and Jim couldn't help but be so very grateful for you. Pam, too. Not to mention Toby.

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