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survey #120

When was the last time you spent over $100 in one transaction? What did you buy? Uh... I don't remember? I'll do that soon though for my first tattoo appointment.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Would you judge a grown adult for doing so? No to both.

Would you rather read an erotic novel or watch an erotic film? I mean, honestly neither, but if I had to pick one it'd be a novel.

Do you still have both of your parents? Thankfully, yes.

Do you play video games? Yeah, but not nearly as much as I did as a kid and teenager.

Does your significant other boss you around a lot? Hell fucking no, he knows I wouldn't allow that and I also know he doesn't want to do that to me.

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Twice, yeah. I recently learned that I WON'T be able to be put to sleep for my wisdom teeth extraction because it is just impossibly expensive for us, and one especially HAS to come out because it has a very deep cavity that is going to kill the tooth and cause me hell if it stays in.

[TW: SUICIDE] Have you ever attempted suicide? Yes.

Have you ever skipped class before? No, not just one specific class. I'd rarely skip school by staying home, almost only ever because of mental health or more rarely being absolutely insanely tired, but Mom normally wouldn't allow that. Oh, I think I also usually did get to stay home on my bday.

Who, in your life, makes you feel discouraged? Myself, more than absolutely anyone else. I don't let (other) people stay in my life anymore that do that to me.

Have you ever lost anyone close to cancer? Well, my grandmothers died of different cancers, but neither I was very close to at all (I actually hated Mom's mom) for multiple reasons. Did Dad's dad die of cancer too? I can't remember, but I barely knew him either.

Have you ever been in a car accident? Yeah, when I was way younger. We actually got real close to big trouble on the road Friday; we were the first in line at a stop light and across from us, an 18-wheeler carrying some metal stuff turned in front of us, but way too sharply, and he tipped entirely onto two wheels, very barely managing to get back upright. Both Mom and I nearly had a fucking heart attack and both of our anxieties were very elevated for a while, like she was about to shift the car into reverse to back the hell up.

What was the last film you watched, that made you feel emotional? I have no idea. I basically never watch movies.

Does anyone you know ever recommend books to you? No.

What traits/behaviors do your pets have, that you find cute? Strongest is Cookie's tendency to get EXTREMELY excited when she merely suspects Mom or both of us are leaving. She is crazy for car rides, and she'll immediately start running between us, pushing our legs, doing this weird hyperventilation thing chihuahuas do when they get so excited their tiny bodies basically can't handle it haha, and will jump right into her carrier and stare at Mom, waiting to be picked up. Cookie also tends to prefer toys that are bigger than her, and watching her try to beat up like her big sloth or cow is the cutest shit. As for Roman, when we get home, he'll saunter into the living room and just plop down onto the floor in this uniquely content way, like he's just happy we're home and wants to chill with us. He stretches out and will frequently start rolling around/playing on the floor basically, lol. Also since being a kitten, he loves to sleep like as close to my face as he can get, normally. Lastly, Venus. This isn't exactly super unique to a snake, but it's still cute: when I handle her, oftentimes she loves to try to go into my shirt to be against my skin and stay warmer (I'm very convinced this literally saved her life once in a power outage we had), and back when I used to use my laptop in bed, she was great about snuggling up against me and just chilling there for basically ever, lol. She's a sweet girl.

Is there anyone who "likes" a lot of your posts online, but you don’t talk? Yeah, ig.

What was the last song that you recall singing along to? Pretty sure it was "Love Stuck" by Mother Mother the other day.

Have you ever been in your kitchen naked? No.

This time last year, what was your relationship status? I was still with Girt.

Did you reject or accept your last friend request? Reject, I think. Pretty sure it was some random guy I'd never met and had no mutuals with, gotta love those.

Are you sure of your sexuality? I AM sure I'm at least queer, and while I'm quite certain I am specifically pansexual, I don't think I'd ever truly know until I had a legit sexual experience with a feminine person.

What was the last compliment that you got? The person who worked with me for PT today told me I did great.

Do you know anyone with a really weird name? In almost all cases, I don't like to think of names as "weird," because generally they are given with great love and consideration and are important to those who named them, so I think it's pretty mean to consider someone's name weird. Now yes, there are exceptions, there are rare cases where names are given carelessly or even as a "joke," but generally, you get my mindset.

Has a boy/girl ever cheated on their boyfriend/girlfriend for you? Basically.

What’s the worst hangover you’ve ever had? I've never had one, actually.

Who in your family are you closest to? My mom.

Ever sat in someone’s lap because there were no more seats in a vehicle? I remember doing this with Jason once.

What do you tend to drink a lot of? Flavored carbonated water.

If you were going out for a meal, what restaurants would you typically AVOID going to? Seafood and foreign, generally. There are times I'm fine with some foreign food, but on your average day, if you ask where I wanna go, I'm gonna pick American cuisine.

Name a song you enjoy that’s in a language other than English. Basically Rammstein's entire discography lmao but for this question I'm gonna go with "Zeit," I think the vocals are fucking fantastic and sincerely beautiful in it. I feel like German has a rep for being an ugly-sounding language, which I don't agree with in general, but I cannot imagine someone calling the vocals "ugly" in that one.

Did you ever have head lice as a child? Quite positive no.

Do you like/listen to Queen? Do you have a favourite song by them? I adore Queen; Freddie Mercury is my favorite vocalist to ever live. This is probably like, EVERYONE'S answer, but I adore "Bohemian Rhapsody," but also "Killer Queen" and "Headlong" are high up on the list.

Do you have any idea when you’ll next attend a wedding? Whose will it be? Nope, but if I had to guess I really do think it's probably gonna be my own lmao. Girt visited his grandmother two days back and she's officially joined the party of asking when we're getting married haha.

What was the best job you’ve ever had? I've never had a job I even liked.

Do you have a troublesome medical condition? Above all, severe depression and anxiety. My AvPD is also very noteworthy with how it affects my life, and I still deal with the effects of relationship trauma. OH, I was so focused on my mental stuff that I almost forgot uh hey, my leg health also MAJORLY affects my life and what I can do, etc. Lastly, my weight plays a massive part in my poor self-image and super severely contributes to my depression.

Magenta, aqua, or coral? Coral; I consider that my second-favorite color. I love all of these, though.

Do you like the color orchid? Yes! I love basically every conceivable shade of pink, haha.

Would you rather be a wedding photographer or a nature photographer? It's my literal dream to be a nature photographer. Once upon a time I was aiming for wedding photographer, but only for the pay; I'm just not social enough for that shit.

Have you ever had an ulcer? None other than those you sometimes get in your mouth from like, biting your cheek.

Do you enjoy writing essays? I actually do, quite a lot.

What is your favorite name that starts with a "Z?" Probably Zane.

Do you believe that God’s plans for you are better than you could ask, think, or imagine? "God's" plan involves giving kids cancer and allowing pre-teen girls to be knocked up by rapists, fuck his "plans."

Would you want your first child to be a girl or a boy? If I decide I want children, I want a girl so much more than a boy that I'd almost be tempted to do IVF so long as my husband was still the biological dad, I've no idea how the rules of that process work. Super unlikely I'd actually do it though because I don't care quite enough to invest money in that.

Do you think you have what it takes to be a good salesperson? I've been in this position and I can ASSURE you I am the worst salesperson imaginable lmao.

Which name do you like better: Jessica or Jennifer? Jessica.

To you, what is especially distracting? People talking when I'm trying to count something. I physically cannot do it. Numbers just DO NOT store in my damn brain.

Have you ever contemplated cheating on anyone? Nope.

Who do you go to when you need comfort? Mostly Girt or Mom. Sometimes Tez and Mazzy.

Has anyone you know started a new job recently? Do they seem to enjoy it? Uh I feel like somebody has, but idr who.

Have you seen a butterfly at any time recently? No.

Have you drunk any fruit-flavored beverages today? Yes; the water I drink is usually strawberry-flavored.

What carbonated beverages do you have in your fridge at the moment? None, not even my aforementioned waters right now.

Has anyone you know got into a new relationship lately? Um maybe, idk.

Do you have any sisters? How is your relationship with them? Ashley, Nicole, Katie, and Misty. Katie and Misty don't live here and I barely ever see them, but I am A LOT like Katie (more than any of my other siblings) so connect to her a lot, though we don't talk enough. I like Misty enough, but she can also be incredibly fucking stupid and self-important as hell. I get along fine with Ashley and Nicole too, but we also don't talk a lot and I've never in my mature life known how to properly interact/connect with them. Nicole and I were very close as kids, but not anymore.

What was your favourite class in high school? Art.

Do you have any plans to buy any furniture in the near future? No.

Do you know anyone who has a matching tattoo with someone? (including yourself)? I'm sure I know more than I think I do. I know Ashley and her husband Nick got each other's first initial tattooed on their ring fingers on their honeymoon. Colleen and I each got "ohana" tattoos dedicated to each other (which I now want to rip directly off my fucking skin, especially when you consider I don't even believe in unnecessary loyalty to family just because they're family), but they were styled entirely differently and in different spots.

What type of milk do you like to drink? Either 1%, 2%, or whole.

Do you have a first aid kit at home? Yeah.

Are your parents dog or cat people? Is that different or the same as you? I know Mom's a dog person, and I think Dad is too. Since leaving us though he's never owned another, just cats because of Kim, and he's loved both of them very much.

Are there sounds that bother you on a visceral level? Vomiting.

Would you ever get a matching tattoo with someone? I will never, ever, get another tattoo that will lose meaning if that person leaves my life. It's a terrible fucking decision. I'm perfectly fine with getting one with somebody that will still be a perfectly relevant, important tattoo to me if our relationship spoils, though.

What would be worse for you, unplanned pregnancy or cancer? Gah, I guess cancer, but both would fucking suck. I'm pretty sure the abortion I would inevitably get would traumatize me, but cancer could straight-up kill me.

Have you ever popped another person’s zit? oh my fucking god no

Have you ever told a friend to dump their SO? Did they? Yes, and eventually, yes. She was my best friend and her boyfriend (who I knew via school) was an ABSOLUTE piece of shit. Summer's always had a thing for people who aren't good for her... Even now, her partner she's been with for many, many years is complete trash, but it really does look like they're staying together no matter what.

What do you think is the coolest piercing on someone else? Generally lip kinds.

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chan-skz · 3 years

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Going back the way we've come

Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Summary: You didn't want to go, but forced by your parents, you gave in. Your relationship with Hyunjin hadn't started very well, after reuniting years later, you realized that a lot of things had changed. but for some reason, you couldn't push him away.

Words: ~ 7.5k

Genre: Fluff, smut (around the end), slight angst

Warning(s): Making out, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Kinda raw language, Semi-public, Light choking, Light overstimulation, Teasing under table

Note: This is part of the christmas collab I'm doing w/ @hanflix and many other writers. I tried my best to give it a holiday vibe, but I guess I totally failed hahah.

A/N: This is the longest fic I've ever written for now, and I also tried my best in writing it, so I really hope you'll enjoy it! English isn't my first language, so I'm really sorry if there's any mistakes or non-senses.

Your fingers tightened around the collar of your coat, the cold breeze gently hitting your face. You cursed yourself for not having listened to your mother when she insisted for you to take a scarf, arguing that it would be colder than usual.

"Fuck winter." You said when you got back under the shelter of the bus stop, collapsing on the bench next to your bestfriend, where he was sitting.

"Hi to you too, Y/n." Jisung laughed.

"Sorry, really not in a good mood." You said, glancing around, noticing that besides you, there were few other people waiting for the bus.

"Do you want to talk about it though?" He continued.

"Well." You began, sitting correctly on the seat and turning to him, announcing your long speech in advance. He knew you by heart. "I argued with my mom about a stupid decision she and my dad made. They want me to spend Christmas Eve with them and some old friends of theirs! Do you realize that? I don't even know them! She told me they had a son of my age and that I was bestfriend with him when I was younger, as that would some how change my mind. Christmas is supposed to be between families, not strangers."

"Are you done?" He asked when he saw you cross your arms against your chest and sigh even more on the bench. He was really trying to keep from laughing at your despondency. "It's not funny Sungie! I'm really serious!" You complained. "How did I found myself having to spend almost a boring evening with complete strangers?"

"You could come and spend it with me if you really don't want to spend it with your parents' friends." He suggested.

"Are you serious?" You asked, suddenly straightening up, hope shining in your eyes.

"Will your parents accept, though?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No." Your mother firmly refused.

"But why!" You whined through the phone, kicking your foot at the pile of snow in front of you, in frustration

"Because Christmas should be celebrated with the family, honey."

"Family.. We don't even pass it between real family." You whispered to yourself, rolling your eyes, before setting your gaze on your best friend who was still waiting for you at the entrance of the high school.

"It's not the same thing!" She exclaimed loudly through the phone, forcing you to move your phone away from your ear. "Do you really want to stay with them on Christmas Eve anyway?"

"But Jisung offered it to me! He even told me that his parents wouldn't even mind!" You exclaimed in your turn. "You yourself know how much they love me!" You added in hope that it will change her mind.

"It's still no, the discussion is closed." She concluded, before hanging up on you. You sighed in frustration, kicking one last on the snow pile before turning back to your best friend. You weren't in the mood it was clear.

"So?" Jisung asked as you approached him.

"She said no." You answered, walking past him to enter the school. "But don't worry, I'm going to keep pushing when I get home, she says the discussion is over, but I'll keep pushing the subject."

"You really don't want to spend it with their friends, do you?" Jisung chuckled when he saw how persistent you were.

"As they say, perseverance always pays off." You gave him a smile, letting him know you weren't going to drop the case that easily.

"Yeah, but I don't think that's gonna work." Before you could answer, a group of girls down the hall caught your eye. You glanced at each other in disbelief as you approached your group of friends.

"What's going on over there." You asked curiously, as you opened your locker to deposit your things in.

"Ah, just a new student." Jeongin just shrugged, not looking away from his phone, too focused on his game.

"Damn, he's this special to create so much enthusiasm." You continued, taking your books in your arms before closing your locker and leaning against it.

"I heard he was handsome, rich, tall. The pure cliché you know." Changbin added, earning amused looks from all of you. "What? I only rehearsed what I heard, I didn't even saw the guy yet."

"My only question is who would get transfered to a new school a day before winter break? It's so unlikely." You were curious to know who this new kid was, since he already had girls at his feet when it's barely been a day since he arrived.

"I really don't know." Changbin shrugged. "But I also heard he was from your hometown. You must know him."

"No luck, I don't even remember a lot of things from back there." You were still a little surprised that he also came from your hometown, but despite all that, it didn't change your opinion of him.

"Merry Christmas!" Felix came out of nowhere, dressing ridiculously in rudolph. Totally his type. You couldn't help but burst out laughing at his outfit. The day before, you all had agreed to dress in a holiday theme, but it was clear that someone surely hadn't understood the real concept.

"What the fuck, Lix." Jeongin said, finally turning his attention away from his game to judge his friend. "When I suggested yesterday that we could dress like it was Christmas, I didn't actually mean to dress up like this."

You kinda felt bad for Felix as he looked disappointed at the judgment of the youngest.

"Rah, you are so boring." Felix said, crossing his arms over his chest before pretending to sulk.

"Okay, pass me your red nose." You added, rolling your eyes as Felix's face lit up.

"It's good now?" You asked rhetorically, placing the red ball on yours.

"Looks like a real clown now. Your makeup wasn't enough, but with that nose you really look like one now." Jisung said amused, making the whole gang laugh, except you obviously.

"I swear to you that one day I'll kill you." You threatened him, hitting his forearm causing him to whine in pain.

"Ow- damn you hit real hard-"

"Y/n? Y/n Y/l/n?" A familiar voice called you out, making everyone turn around. You then suddenly found yourself facing a guy that neither of you knew. You surely assumed to be the new student.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" You had to admit that the fact that this tall guy knew your name freaked you out.

"Don't you recognize me? Hyunjin. We went to the same elementary school." The so-called Hyunjin indicated, making you frown at his words. But your brain still didn't seem to recognize him despite how hard you tried to remember who it could be.

"I'm so sorry, but you must be wrong on the person. I really don't know you." This time you raised an eyebrow and looked him over from head to toe. You couldn't deny that he was handsome, even though you didn't know him.

"He's from your hometown, there's a chance he's right." Chris pointed, once the guy had left. You sigh in exasperation. "I don't remember him anyway. So whether he's right or not, it doesn't really matter."

You threw yourself on your bed, almost screaming into your pillow in frustration. Again, you tried to convince your parents, but it was a complete failure like this morning. They were really determined that you go with them, even though you had made it clear to them that you didn't want to. You spent long minutes looking at your reflection through the mirror in your bathroom. Did you have to wear a dress and full makeup to go to a stupid Christmas dinner? Obviously, it was your mother who forced you.

The red dress she chose for you was quite tight and followed every curve of your body. But it was either that or nothing, since you would've been allowed to wear something more comfortable. Everything had to be perfect, you rolled your eyes recalling the words of your mother, and also of your father. You didn't understand either why you had agreed to wear high heels, your feet were hurting horribly and the freezing winter cold really didn't help your situation. It was snowing and you were forced to wear these heels anyway, that's how your parents exaggerated. Luckily, there was no ice, otherwise you would've tripped and humiliated yourself in the middle of the entrance. You were torn from your thoughts when the front door opened, and revealing a quite beautiful lady about your mother's age.

"Y/m/n!" The lady exclaimed with a big smile, softly giggling as your mother returned the same energy to her. She wasted no time to make you get in and hugging your mom and shaking your father's hand. Once you got in her facial expression only lit up even more.

"Y/n! Woah, you've grown so much!" She indicated by taking you in your arms too. "You've become so beautiful, I'm sure Hyunjin would agree." She said with a slight smirk. Hearing his name made you choke on your own saliva. You tensed, but managed to fake a smile, even though you were praying inside that you had misheard. Unfortunately for you, all your doubts were confirmed when you walked into the living room and found yourself face to face with Hyunjin.

"Damnit.." You cursed under your breath, when you came to sit on the couch in front of his and according to the face he expressed, he seemed to have heard you. Lucky for you, none of the other adults next to you seemed to have heard it. You could feel his intense gaze on you, and it lowkey made you anxious.

"Dinner's not ready yet, because we got too caught up at the last minute, so sorry." Hyunjin's mother laughed lightly. "I know the kids won't want to wait here all along, so maybe they could go do something else until it's ready."

If you could think that the night couldn't get any worse, you were completely wrong.

"Stop following me." Hyunjin suddenly turned as he walked up the stairs. Making you roll your eyes.

"I 'follow' you, because I have nowhere else to go and I would rather stay with you than stay with them for a second. Their 'good old days' really don't interest me." You crossed your arms against your chest, defying him with your gaze.

"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, before turning around. His room was quite large, almost double yours. You made sure to sit in the opposite side of the room. You then found yourself sitting on the sofa while he was lying on his bed, both phones in hand. Your phones keep you busy, making you forget the awkward tension.

"How could you not recognize me?" Hyunjin suddenly asked, distracting you from the video you were watching.

"Do I really have to?" You looked away from your phone to focus on Hyunjin, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed and facing you.

"Did I change that much?" He said, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"We knew each other when we were kids, now we are adults, what do you expect? I can't recognize everyone I was friends with in my childhood at one glance." You said in a mocking voice. "I don't even understand why you keep pushing so hard for me to remember you, but if you really want to, just show me what you looked like when you were a baby. It would surely refresh my memory."

You didn't expect that he would actually do it. But your eyes widened when you saw the little boy in the picture. You recognized him right there. Your heart pounded at the realization, but you tried to pull yourself together. It was stupid to react so exaggeratedly just because you realized you were facing your childhood best friend, your first love. Finally you didn't really know if when you were young you really loved him, because after all, you were still kids, the meaning of love wasn't real known, nor understood.

"Stop Hyunjin, you're hurting him!" You yelled at him to let go of your friend's sweater, Chris.

"No! How dare he touch you! Only I have the right to give you a hug!" Hyunjin frowned, looking at you before quickly looking back at your friend, who just let it go, finding his jealousy quite ridiculous.

"But I was the one who gave him a hug." You started, finding his possessiveness frustrating.

You couldn't help but have a small smile forming at the corner of your lips at the flashback of this event. And you couldn't control your teasing.

"So how's your jealousy? Are you still so possessive of a temper?" You said amused, expecting him to becomes slightly shy and sulky as you pointed out his toxic trait, but what you didn't expect was for him to smile and look down on you.

"Oh, why do you want to know that? Unless you want me to show you what true possessiveness is." He smirked, looking you up and down. Your own smile faded as he watched you closely, making you feel oddly exposed to him in that tight, cropped dress.

"What do you mean?" You pulled yourself together again and asked, raisong an eyebrow.

"Well, I wouldn't have thought you would've had so many guy friends." His comment frustrated you for some reasons. After years apart, as soon as you meet again does he really have to get jealous over the fact that you have a lot of opposite sex friends? You really didn't like it.

"Does it even matter anyway?" You asked insistently. At your reaction, Hyunjin's expression changed, becoming more nonchalant again.

"Nevermind." He got up from the sofa he was leaning on and went to lie back on his bed. You took advantage of him not looking at you to detail him. You couldn't deny that puberty had blessed him, making him not only beautiful, but also extremely attractive. His hair, which he had dyed blond, was slightly messy, but enough to make it look quite classy.

"Do you like staring at me?" He asked rhetorically, but as you were about to deny, he continued. "No need to deny it, the trickle of drool at the corner of your mouth is proof of that."

Seeing your panicking face, he laughed out loud. Quickly running your hand over the corner of your mouth, you finally realized that he was only messing with you from the start. As you opened your mouth to clap back at him, you heard your mother's voice calling you from downstairs, informing both of you that the dinner was ready. Hyunjin didn't miss the glare you gave him as you sat face to face at the dining table. He could've simply ignored it, but the little smirk that appeared on your lips worried him slightly. He had a bad feeling.

Your parents were talking and laughing with each other, paying almost no attention to you two, which gave you the best opportunity to tease Hyunjin. For his part, he was frustered when he felt something caress his leg. Looking down he saw your foot caressing his leg, he wasted no time pushing you away, finding the whole thing quite inappropriate as you found yourself at the table with both of your parents. But you didn't give up, in fact you were determined to make him restless. You restarted your gesture, but this time, taking advantage of his man spread, you deflected your touching on his crotch. You knew he was going to lose his temper at this action and your doubts were confirmed when he jumped at the feeling of your heel pressing against his crotch.

"Hyunjin, are you okay?" His mother asked, slightly worried. You could see a pinkish tinge forming on Hyunjin's cheeks and you had to admit he was so cute like that.

"And yes, y-yes. It's okay, I just banged my knee against the table, sorry." He managed to convince the others. After all, he wasn't going to openly say that you were touching his dick under the table. Stop that, he mimicked, his gaze changing dramatically to become more firmer, but it only made you keep going, finding his reaction funny and extremely entertaining. Suddenly he got up from the table, apologizing to your parents and pretending he wasn't hungry, so he could get away from that family dinner. Not wanting to be alone with them, you did the same, sighing in relief when you in turn managed to sneak out of that Christmas dinner. Except you weren't expecting to be tackled by a pretty angry Hyunjin from the moment you stepped into his room. You then found yourself stuck between him and the wall, his arms placed on each side of your body, blocking you from escaping from his grip. Besides his tall figure, which made him quite intimidating, didn't help your case.

"If you were so desperate for my cock, you should've told me." He said in a dangerously calm voice.

"What are you talking about?" You manage to say, completely confused.

"Oh don't be innocent. You really think this is a game, don't you? Do you think teasing my cock around our parents is fun?" You bit your lip and your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and put it on his bulge for you to feel it, which was quite hard.

"You feel it? Now I'm fucking hard." He said in a long sigh of pleasure, feeling your fingers trace his length. He then leaned against your ear, his hot breath giving you chills.

"From the moment I met you again, I knew straight away that I didn't want to just be friends with you." You still couldn't quite assimilate the situation you currently found yourself in and it was only when he leaned against your ear to whisper those words to you with his deep voice that you finally broke out of your thoughts. Suddenly you pushed him away, forcing him to pull away from you and step back. He looked at you completely lost, not understanding your sudden action and to tell the truth, you didn't understand what had taken you neither. You couldn't deny that this whole situation had made you slightly aroused, but it was too soon. No sooner had you met again than you already found yourself doing dirty things? It was going a little too fast for your liking.

"That-that won't work, I'm so sorry." You avoided his gaze in embarrassment. After a few moments of silence, you finally returned your gaze to Hyunjin, who was now looking at you completely detached. And to be honest, his expression hurted you, but you tried to hide it. You knew you ruined your evening, that's why you decided to end up speanding it with your parents. It was quite boring, but at least it allowed you to escape the discomfort that would've been present between you and Hyunjin, if you stayed with him.

"And? What did you do?" Jisung asked excitedly. A few days later, you had wasted no time summoning Jisung, your best friend, to tell him what had happened to you. But no sooner had the story started than he was already feeling excited, obviously expecting you and Hyunjin to have done it.

"I pushed him away." You simply said, looking as if you didn't care about it. Even though a few days later, you were still mentally slapping yourself for pushing him away so coldly. While deep down, you wished things had turned out differently.

"What did you do?" Jisung repeated slowly, his excitement fading.

"I pushed him away and even told him that it wouldn't work between us." You closed your eyes, anticipating his reaction.

"Oh my god, I have never known a girl so stupid." Jisung said in exasperation. "You literally had the chance before you and you didn't even take it."

"I know!" You pouted. "It's just that I realized this when it was too late. I was in the living room with my parents, you really expected me to go back to his room and take back everything that I said and did to him?"

You concluded ironically before crossing your arms against your chest and sighing in exasperation.

"Well that was an option that you unfortunately didn't take and which could've prevented from finding yourself in this situation." He dramaticallyraised his hot chocolate cup to face, making you roll your eyes.

"I'm seriously starting to regret telling you this story and even offering to go out. You really aren't helping me."

"It's too hard not to judge you when you literally make so many stupid decisions, sorry." He said, chuckling at your annoyed reaction. "Ah, by the way, I almost forgot to mention it, but Changbin is throwing a new year party tomorrow and he told me to force you to come."

At the mention of a party, you whined. You didn't like parties, you preferred to stay at home, doing nothing, rather than partying among people you didn't know.

"Tell him back that despite you forcing me, I'm not coming." You said directly.

"Please, for once come on. And it'll help you to forget about your night with Hyunjin." Jisung begged you. It was very rare that you attended parties organized by your friends, one because you didn't like the vibe, but you also didn't understand the usefulness of getting high and drunk. But coming to think of it, not only did you want to forget the shit you had caused, but you also felt like getting wasted.

"Fine."

You scrambled through the room, the wave of dancing people glued to each other began to make you sick. Your glass in hand, you passed through all these people, until you finally got off the dance floor. You shiver slightly when you feel the light cold breeze brush your exposed legs. You were already regretting having put on such a short dress. It wasn't really ideal to go out so exposed, but it was the only evening dress you had.

"Looks like you're bored." Felix's deep voice surprised you, making you jump.

"Oh my god!" You exclaimed in surprise. almost dropping your drink. "You scared me."

You hit his forearm, making him laugh out loud.

"No, but seriously you look really bored." He said, calming down. You just nodded, it was true that you were slowly starting to regret coming. Your dress that bothered you, the alcohol that took too long to hit you, and the cold freezing were all the reason of it.

"Do you want to come with me play truth or dare? Changbin and the other boys were organizing it." He proposed to you, not failing to see you looking with disgust at the gathering of people completely wasted and grinding on each other. You accepted, telling yourself that it might change your mind. You didn't know this kind of game was still being played at parties, but you were curious enough what kind of dares and truths other players will throw themselves into. Obviously, you should've expected to see Hyunjin as soon as you set a foot in the room, which seemed to be Changbin's room, accompanied by Felix. Other than this one, Hyunjin and even Changbin, you didn't really know the other participants, but even then you cursed yourself for not thinking for a second that Hyunjin might be there too. You blushed slightly when you noticed him contemplating your body shamelessly. You thanked the lord for making the room a little dark, only a lamp on the floor on the floor litening the room.

"Y/n!" Changbin exclaimed with joy when he saw you, glad you came. Coming to hug you, only to ruffle your hair.

"Stop." You giggled. "You ruined my hairstyle." You pouted.

"Ohh, it's okay, you're beautiful the way you are." He said, making you blush. Changbin treated you like his little sister, his way to make you comfortable no matter the situation would always surprise you. Your interaction didn't go out of Hyunjin's attention. From the corner of the room he watched you silently, paying no attention to the girl beside him who was desperately seeking his attention.

"Are we starting or not?" Felix complained loudly, drawing attention to himself.

"We're just waiting for Jisung and Jeongin." No sooner had Changbin finished his sentence than your two friends entered the room, their arms laden with drinks.

"To spice up the game!" Jisung exclaimed as he placed the bottles on the ground, beside the circle you had formed. You had hesitated for a moment to sit down, your short dress really bothering you, obviously you didn't want others to have an easy view of your panties. You were then offered by Changbin his jacket to cover your lap, clearly having noticed your struggle.

"Thank you." You smiled at him, before kneeling on the floor and covering your legs with his jacket.

"Ok, we all know the game rules, right? But this time, if you don't want to answer the truth or don't want to do a dare, you're going to have to take two shots of vodka." Jeongin vaguely explained. "Okay, I'm starting."

He leaned over to spin the bottle, stopping in front of Changbin.

"Truth or dare." Jeongin asked with a smirk at the corner of his lips. It was in those moments that his inner devil was coming out.

"Truth." Changbin said. "I don't trust you enough to pick dare when it comes to you." He added suspiciously.

"What's your body count?" Jeongin asked, ignoring his friend's comment.

"Do I need to have slept with them?" He asked, waiting for the clarification of the younger. He took time to think.

"Then I think around 15, if not even more." He nodded. Hearing this number, you almost choked.

"15?! What the hell?!" You turned to Changbin, your eyes widening. "You better spill the tea, mr.Don Juan."

The game went on, you had to admit it was pretty funny seeing some people taking two shots of vodka and gradually get drunk just because they didn't want to do something, or even see some people do of stupid things. Well, until Hyunjin's turn came and he had the misfortune of being told what to do by Jisung.

"Truth or dare, Hyunjin." He asked him with a smile, which the world that didn't know him might consider innocent, but knowing him very well, you knew he was up to no good.

"I guess, dare?" He answered.

"I dare you to make out for a minute with the girl you find the most attractive in the room." As soon as Jisung's words came out of his mouth, his turned gaze to you. You rolled your eyes when you had eye contact with your best friend. Seeing how the girl, who was sitting next to Hyunjin, looked quite pretty and looked so interested in him, you expected him to turn to kiss her. But you were a little taken aback, when he got up to approach you to kneel down in front of you, ignoring the complaints of the girl you think was one of his fangirls at school.

"Wait what?" Your eyes widened, completely lost. Your heart quickly started race up as you saw him lean towards you.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked quietly. You really didn't know what to add, you were literally wordless. Subconsciously, you started to nod your head gently, giving him your consent. When your lips touched, it was as if no one existed around you. The exclamations of surprise that other people around you were expressing went over your head.

Hyunjin's lips were soft, the kiss you exchanged was initially passionate, but the longer the seconds passed the hotter it got. Without thinking too much, you wrapped your arms around the older man's neck, pulling him closer to you, as he grabbed your hips. Too absorbed in each other, you hadn't noticed that the minute had already passed and it was only when Jisung called you out that you finally came out of your reverie, instantly detaching yourself from Hyunjin.

You blushed slightly when you felt a light trickle of drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, you pressed to wipe it off quickly with the back of your hand. Hyunjin, for his part, just licked his lips, giving you a smirk, knowing that this action would destabilize you even more. Clearing your throat afterwards, you for sure wanted to divert the attention others had on you, while Hyunjin, sat down next to you with a big smile on his face, not caring that all the attention was on you. After all he had finally kissed you, which he had wanted to do since the dinner with your parents, so nothing else mattered. Your thoughts wandered elsewhere as the game continued its course. You couldn't think of anything other than Hyunjin's lips on yours, his kiss had made you lose your head. Your mind was engulfed in unhealthy thoughts and it didn't take you long before you felt yourself being drowned by your own mind.

"I-I think I'm going to go." You huffed, feeling a pleasant, but quite uncomfortable heat growing between your legs. You were clearly starting to feel bad. You didn't give Changbin or Hyunjin time to speak as you got up and quickly left the room. The loud sound of the music playing backwards was much more audible once in the hallway, it's precisely at this moment that you could gradually feel the influence of alcohol washing you off. Luckily for you, you found the bathroom easily.

"Y/n?" You heard Hyunjin calling you, but you didn't pay him any attention to him when he hesitantly walked in. You were propped up against the bathroom counter, staring at your reflection through the mirror, it was easily recognizable that you were not feeling well. Your cheeks were red, your breath quickened and your eyes slightly narrowed.

"Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, approaching you, but he resigned himself when he saw you stepping back when he tried to come closer.

"Stop playing with me." You finally said, turning to face him. You couldn't help but slightly laugh bitterly when he looked at you in confusion, obviously not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Seriously Hyunjin, what do you want from me." You rolled your eyes, "You tell me straight up that you want more than just a friendship with me, when it had only been one evening that we met again. Things have changed Hyunjin, I've changed, you've changed. We're not the same as when we were still children." He was silent for a moment, looking deep in his thoughts, before he resigned himself to saying something.

"I understand that we are no longer children. And from the moment I saw you again I understood it very well. You must think I'm talking nonsense, but just seeing you and talking to you again last time, I don't know why, i had the same feelings i had when we were young."

He stopped talking to approach you slowly, making sure first that you weren't going to distance yourself from him.

"I'm very serious. I'm really not trying to play with your feelings, nor you in general." His gaze reflected a slight sadness. He was genuinely afraid of being rejected by you, even after his speech.

"How could I believe you?" You asked, hesitantly whether you should take him seriously or not.

"If you give me a chance, I swear I could prove it to you." You felt butterflies in your stomach at his words. You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it immediately, you really didn't know what to say. And he looked pretty determined.

"I hope you're not going to make me regret it then." You manage to say. At your answer, his face lit up. He was anxious that you would reject him, that you would tell him that his 'confession' was absurd, but he felt a huge weight off his shoulders at your words. His gaze wandered over your lips for a few seconds, before he glanced quickly behind him.

"I-" He started slowly, looking suddenly slightly embarrassed. "Can I kiss you?"

His question made you smile for real this time, finding his reaction rather unexpected and ironic, given of what had happened earlier.

"Really, Hyunjin? You literally kissed me in front of dozens of people and now you're getting all embarrassed." You teased him. "So cute."

At your last comment, his expression changed dramatically. Suddenly, he leaned over and grabbed your chin, forcing you to lock your eyes with his.

"Me, cute?" He tilted his head to the side, his gaze languishing in your face, as if to memorize every detail. "You sure about that?" All trace of embarrassment had disappeared from his attitude. He looked more than serious and you couldn't deny that you liked this new facade of him.

"Why don't you show it to me then?" You didn't know where that line, or even that daring, had come from, but you didn't complain when Hyunjin's lips rested on yours for the second time that evening. The kiss was way more intense than the one you had shared earlier. Hotter and more eager. You gasped in surprise as Hyunjin grabbed you by the back of your thighs to lift you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your dress, which was already short, rose at this gesture, giving him easy access to your ass. Placing yourself on the bathroom counter, you were slightly disappointed when he pulled away from you, breaking your kiss. You looked at him with puppy eyes, as he turned around to close the bathroom door and lock it.

"Just making sure we won't be disturbed." He smirked, taking full notice of your desperate look. He wasted no time before stepping back between your legs, his lips joining yours for a warm kiss once again.

"Fuck, you don't know how many times I've fantasized about being like this with you since the last time." He whispered in admiration, as he kissed the path up to your neck, where he teasingly bit your soft spot which he found easily. You suppressed a small moan at his gesture, your fingers venturing into his long curls and pulling them gently. You could tell he liked it by the deep moan he made.

"You left me so hard when you ran away last time." He straightened up to look at you straight in the eyes, the sheer desire burning through his gaze making you feel in a certain way you could describe as sinful.

"I was afraid I had done something wrong when you pushed me away. I even felt bad for getting so excited after you teased me under the table in the presence of our parents." The tone of his voice clearly reflected nostalgia.

"But don't feel bad. I just panicked at the time." You smiled at him, passing a hand on his cheek to reassure him.

"And if I'm being honest, the situation got me excited too." You confessed shyly. Your revelation relaxed him slightly, but also boosted his confidence.

"Really?" He asked rhetorically, stroking your thighs with his fingertips. Your heart race increased as he rushed to drop hungry kisses down your collarbone, wasting no time slipping your sleeve, giving him a perfect access to the base of your breasts.

"Fuck.. Please..." You moaned, wiggling lightly against him, begging him for more, which made him smirk in satisfaction. You were as desperate for him as he was for you.

"My baby is so impatient. So sweet." He chuckled, visibly enjoying seeing you so hopeless for him to touch you intimately. It didn't take him long before he decided to finally slid his hand between your thighs, easily finding your clit, his fingers rubbing it so skillfully.

"I can already feel your wetness." He bit his lower lip, his dark eyes focusing on your face contracted with pleasure. You were so beautiful.

"Lay down." You were torn from your little cloud of pleasure again, when he removed his touch from your panties to remove it entirely, exposing your soaked pussy to him. You leaned back as he ordered, leaning back against the mirror behind you and opening your legs wide for him to give him an easy access to what he wanted the most right now. You knew seeing yourself so exposed and vulnerable just for him, hugely turned him on. The visible bulge on his crotch being the proof.

"You look so fucking good, baby." He said, licking his lips, obviously pleased pf the way you were already dripping just for him, when he barely touched you. Not breaking eye contact, he knelt between your legs, gripping your thighs to keep them firmly open, before languidly licking your cunt, stickinf his tongue inside of you. Your fingers found his hair again, gripping it tightly when Hyunjin suddenly began to suck on your sensitive swollen clit. You couldn't stop a few moans from escaping, even though you were trying the best you could to not to be too loud. Your hips subconsciously bucked against his face, forcing him to wrap his arms around your hips so that he could stabilize you moving too much. He intended to make you scream his name with pleasure and he wanted to do it the right way. You felt like you were losing your mind when the way he was eating you out changed, getting much more rougher and hungrier. He then suddenly slipped a finger, then a second, inside you, touching your weak spot with every pump and strock of his fingers.

"Hyunjin.. Too much.." You moaned, squirming more and more under his grip on you with each of his moves. Your thoughts were clouded with pleasure, dizzying your mind. You couldn't think properly anymore, only your orgasm, that you could feel was getting closer and closer, was the only thing you could think about. The tension, which you could feel building in your lower abdomen, exploded as Hyunjin once again eagerly wrapped his lips around your clit. Your eyes rolled back, as your orgasm washed you away, making you moan loudly in ecstasy. Seeing you come around his fingers and his mouth didn't make him stop his movements. You had to beg him to stop when it got too much for you to handle. His mouth and chin were almost dripping with your juice, giving his lips an delicious shine. You felt empty when his fingers slipped off you, but you ignored it, straightening up quickly and pulling him back into a sloppy kiss, where you clearly tasted yourself on his tongue. Your hands were hanging from the waistband of his pants, which you delicately untied during your erotic exchange. You desperately wanted to feel his cock, which you could feel was already hard enough, between your lips and at the very thought, you could feel your pussy getting wetter than before.

"My good girl is so desperate for my cock?" He whispered between your lips, the sudden nickname and the hand that came wrapping around your throat made you feel much more excited and eager for him. You moaned slightly in contentment at the pleasant feeling he made you feel just by his actions and presence. You went to answer him, but was cut off by what happened outside.

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!" The loud mixed voices of people still partying echoed throughout the house. At this understanding, you looked at each other for a few moments, before involuntarily bursting into laughter.

"New year, new girl, which means new resolutions. That's all I can say about it." He said, giving you a wink full of innuendos. Blushing, you couldn't hide the smile that crept onto your lips.

"I think it's the same for me then." You declared in admiration in your turn, matching his vibe.

"Good, because I have every intention of making up for the lost time." He whispered seductively. "In every sense of the word." His last words gave you shivers of anticipation. You knew you were in there for a long ride. After all, maybe the special connection you had as a kid hadn't changed at all.

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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i randomly remembered when enzo broke his arm around a year ago, i know it sounds mean but could you possibly do one of mac/maya doing the same (nothing major to cause it)

"It's okay." Amy hears herself repeat the phrase for probably the hundredth time now. "It's okay." It's probably supposed to calm them all down, all three adults and one little crying, screaming boy in the car, but it's barely working.

"It's not!" Jake hisses into her direction, the fear and panic and worry in his eyes more than obvious as he clutches Mac's head against his shoulder some more, tightens the grip around his back.

"It's gonna be, though." Rosa says from the driver's seat in front - she was clearly the calmest of all of them after what happened, so she'd grabbed Amy's purse, pulled their car keys out of it, and then pushed all three of them into the backseat before starting the car. And now she was making her way to the emergency wing of the hospital at about 15mp/h higher than allowed in the inner city. "The arm's broken, but not in a bad way. It's gonna heal."

"How can a bone break in a good way?" Asks the man who once stated that as long as his blood was still inside him, things were obviously good. Mac starts wailing a little louder in his arms.

"You're stressing him out." Rosa states, matter-of-fact, before slowing down just a little before a right turn so the kid in Jake's arms doesn't get jostled too much.

"It hurt." Mac sniffles and looks over at Amy with the reddest, most tear-filled eyes she's ever seen, and it takes a lot not to cry with him.

"It's gonna be okay, peanut. The doctors like uncle Jorge are going to fix it." She tries to calm him, and maybe Jake a little bit, who nods and scratches through Mac's hair like he does when he's trying to lull him into sleep.

-*-

They make it to the emergency room in record time, frankly, and if Rosa's rushed past some traffic lights and speed radars, Amy's not going to complain once the tickets come in the mail.

A bored-looking nurse informs them that there’s only enough space for one parent in the room during the x-ray and the cast and treatment, and Jake wants to debate for the first time in his life, because that’s obviously bullshit, but Amy puts a hand on his arm and then lifts Mac out of them.

“Sit with Rosa”, she says in that voice she’s started using after Mac, that mom-voice that’s always right, “Calm down, and we’ll be back before you know it. And it’s all going to be fine.”

She’s off with the crying toddler and nurse before Jake can really protest, and Rosa is already sitting in a corner of the waiting area, so he drops down next to her instead and buries his head in his hands.

“Dude, you’re blowing this out of proportion. Kids hurt themselves all the time. He’s gonna bounce back like always.”

“I broke his arm, Rosa.”

There’s a beat of silence between them as the weight of that statement settles. Rosa gives up her nonchalant pose to lean forward as well, trying to get into Jake’s field of vision, but it’s kinda hard when he’s staring down onto the floor.

“You did not.” She hisses. “Jake, you didn’t. He fell. He was climbing. It happens.”

“I helped him up on that tower, he’s too little for it-”

“It’s on the playground, he was gonna go for it eventually-”

“I was right next to him-”

“So were Amy and I-”

“You were talking-”

“So at least you were paying better attention-”

“I coulda grabbed him, I shoulda-”

“You did what you could, immediately and without question. It’s not your fault the kid drops faster than a cannonball.” Rosa ends their little squabble, and the old lady across them lets out a little harrumph, but Rosa shoots her the deadliest glare she can muster, which means a lot. “You were over there in a flash, Jake, I’ve never seen you move so fast.”

“Wasn’t fast enough. Wasn’t good enough.” He mumbles into his hands, rubbing across his face and his hair that’s already a mess. Rosa watches him for a moment, and calculates. Pieces together the evidence, like she does as a detective, and comes to a solution that most people probably won’t like, but those usually get her results.

“Do you want to leave?” She asks, and he looks at her like she’s grown a second head. “Amy’s got it under control, she told you. It’s probably gonna take a while, anyway, we can dip out for a drink to calm down and come back and they’ll be none the wiser.”

“Are you insane?!” Jake hisses back now, giving her exactly the reaction she’d expected. “I’m not going to leave my son in the hospital to go to a bar-”

He stops and stares at her, and it seems like his own detective brain is finally catching up with his panicked dad brain, because he sees what she’s doing. So she nods.

“You’re still good. You’re still better.” She says, and they don’t need to mention who he’s better than. It was the first of his stories that he told her, after he hurt something in his wrist at the academy - how that wrist never really healed right anyway, not since he was 5 and Bobby Linder drove over it with his tricycle by accident and his mom had to rush him to the hospital and his dad asked ‘what is that?’ with beer on his breath when he showed him the cast later. They’d known each other for barely a month back then, and Rosa was still refusing to think of anyone as her friend, but the way he’d looked at his wrist in its bandage and smiled the most broken smile she’d ever seen had set something off in her head. Something that yelled Protect at her every time he mentioned his dad later, something that made her threaten Roger Peralta with one of her knives after their graduation when Jake was in the bathroom ‘real quick’, but she knew he was hiding in there so no one could see his hands shake. Good thing Rosa never gave a damn about going into the men’s toilets anyway, because she sure as hell went after him when Roger had dipped out as usual.

She watches Jake’s tense shoulders drop with another sigh.

“Being better doesn’t make me good. That bar is set so fucking low.”

“I’m not having this entire discussion with you again, Peralta. We’ve been through this way too many times anyway. You. are. a. good. dad. One accident doesn’t change that.”

“Okay.” He nods, and she can tell he’s trying to imprint her words into his brain, so she continues.

“Mac’s going to hurt himself, and others are going to hurt him, and things are gonna go bad sometimes. You’ll probably be back here in the hospital a few times, considering how much he seems to love danger. And it’s going to be okay, just like Amy said, because you’re going to be there, and you’ll help him through it, and take care of him while he heals.”

“Yeah.” He nods again, and Rosa leans closer to him some more, and finally gets into his field of vision.

“And you’re not going to even think, for one second, that you could be anywhere as bad of a father as that piece of shit. And you’re not going to believe, whatever anyone says, that Mac doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you as a dad.”

He nods a third time, and she remembers how he jokingly told her once, after a few drinks, that the little screaming voice of conscience in his head always alternates between either Amy’s voice or her voice. She hopes she’s given him some new tracks to replay if he needs to.

“Thank you, Rosa.” He says, and leans back in the most uncomfortable chair either of them have sat in, and they’ve both been to prison. He tilts over when she leans back too, lands his head on her shoulder, and she doesn’t shrug him off for once. She can have a soft spot for the Santiago-Peraltas when no one else is there to see, she supposes.

“You looked like you wanted to punch out that nurse.” She says with a quick grin, and hears him snort.

“Was thinking about it. Not enough space for two parents, what kind of bullshit is that?!”

“You couldn’t throw a proper punch anyway.”

“Hey, I know how to hit people. I trained to do it just as much as you.”

They share a giggle as the exhaustion and stress of the last hour flows out of them, and the old lady across them seems mildly shocked rather than annoyed by now, but who cares.

-*-

Amy comes back with Mac in her arms an hour later, and they’re both all smiles. Mac sports an impressive new sticker collection on his shirt, and a lollipop that’s painting his lips orange. (Amy’s have a slight tint to them as well.)

The cast on his arm is bright green, and he carefully lifts it to show Jake as he switches from his Mama’s arms into his. (Jake had jumped up from his chair so fast he almost threw Rosa, who was also getting up, to the ground.)

“Like ninja!” he says around the lollipop, and Amy wipes a bit of spit away before it can drop on Jake’s shirt.

“Yeah, just like the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, buddy.” Jake nods because of course he understands his kid’s train of thought better than anyone else, and kisses Mac’s temple, stays there a second longer for that perfect toddler scent, even as it’s mixed with hospital disinfectant and playground mud.

“Look, RoRo!” Mac yells into his ear and leans over to show Rosa as well. “Turtle shell!”

“That’s pretty cool, dude.” Aunt RoRo answers as she inspects the cast to see if it’s well done or if she has to go back there and punch out a nurse herself. “Let’s get you three home.” She says after concluding that the cast is acceptable enough to let the poor hospital workers alone.

-*-

She was planning to drop them off, park their car and then head for the precinct where her bike is waiting for her, but Amy invited her up for some coffee for ‘her nerves’, and Jake offered dinner as a thanks, and Mac absolutely needed to show her the new toy he got in that package from abuela, and then suddenly she’s on a playmat on the floor for an hour after Chinese takeout and pretending to be a Ninja Tortoise or whatever. That soft spot is gonna be more trouble than it’s worth, she thinks for a second before Mac smiles at her as his Jedi figure shoots lasers at her turtle doll, and immediately realises it’s worth so much more than any trouble. Mac looks at his cast a little worried, whenever he thinks no one is watching him, and god, could he be any more like his dad? At least she and Amy already have a good instructions booklet on how to handle him, in that case.

“That green cast is pretty cool.” She says when she catches him look once more. “But you know what would make it even cooler? Drawings.”

“Drawies? On my arm?”

“Yeah, buddy. We can draw on it with a sharpie.”

He’s up and running to Amy, asking for a sharpie, in no time at all and yep, he is just as easily distracted as his dad. Mac grins wide and unworried now as he climbs on Jake’s lap on the couch, asks Amy to draw something when she returns with a set of markers, calls Rosa over to draw something too.

Amy does a little bear, his favourite animal at the moment. Rosa does a rocket ship and a pirate ship, the two best ships in the world, as they both agree. Jake does a Ninja Turtle cartoon face yelling PIZZA!, which is obviously Mac’s absolute favourite the moment it’s done.

When Jake wants to cap the Sharpie after his work of art, Mac grabs his hand and pulls it back down. “Steady, peanut. Don’t wanna scribble over Aunt RoRo’s cool ship, right?” He says with a grin over to her as she rolls her eyes. Mac’s already tried to cover several walls, most of his storytime books, and the kitchen table with his drawings as soon as he’s handed any sort of writing tool, so Jake won’t let go of the marker just to be safe, but he does let Mac’s little hand guide his big one as he makes him draw a wonky heart, right on the cast over the back of his hand, and then places a kiss on the same place on Jake’s hand.

You’re not going to believe, whatever anyone says, that Mac doesn’t know how lucky he is to have you as a dad the little Rosa voice in Jake’s head repeats as he smiles at her, and she actually smiles back.

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Where The Green Grass Grows

Chapter 2

Summary: Life changes, nothing ever stays the same. With most change comes with some degree of pain, that’s how we grow. Jensen thought he had his whole life planned out, written for him in the bright lights of Hollywood. One failed marriage later, and a lifetime of lessons learned, lead him home to a place he thought he’d left behind him when he was only a teenager. He thought his life was over. He felt like he’d lost everything, but who knew one little trip to the local diner that had just opened up outside of town would turn his whole world upside down. All because he met you. Maybe a little slower pace of life isn’t such a bad idea after all…

Warnings: Language, Angst, mention of past OC character death, mention of grief, dealing with a divorce. Drinking. I think that's about it for this chapter.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2065

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d so all mistakes are mine!!Please do not copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one! Feedback is golden!

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“Fuck me,” Jensen mumbled as he rolled onto his back from his stomach and looked up at the ceiling of his childhood bedroom.

His head was pounding, and his stomach was more than a little woozy. He desperately needed to stop drinking so damn much. He was just getting too old to do it anymore like he did when he was in his 20’s, and the hangovers were no joke anymore.

He was thankful that his mom had redecorated his bedroom over the years, and that it was set up as more of a guest room than it was his old bedroom. It helped to not have to face all those memories he had shoved way down, and just pretend it was a holiday or another family gathering where he had to stay over for a while.

He knew his time in Hollywood had come to an end for the foreseeable future because he was still having trouble keeping his emotions in check, and as long as he was doing that drinking had been his go too. It was a natural spiral for him, he was glad in a way the public didn’t have a chance to see just how bad he was. Alex was right about one thing, home had been a good place to hide.

He couldn’t hide from everyone here. That was the only problem. His family could see just how bad of a clusterfuck his life had turned out to be. He knew they knew he was drinking heavily, he saw it in the way his mom looked at him every morning when he finally dragged his back from the dead ass out of his room, and down for breakfast.

A loud rap on the door nearly made him fall out of the bed and with three heavy thuds he was brought back to reality.

Jensen looked up just in time to see his dad come into the room, and sit down in the small chair next to the window before turning the lamp on there. Jensen shielded his eyes from the assaulting light that flooded the room and groaned as he rolled himself over to hide in his covers.

“Morning,” his dad said, crossing his legs as he watched Jensen struggle to adjust to the light and refocus his gaze on his father.

“Morning,” Jensen finally mumbled, sitting up on the side of the bed, and running his hands through his sleep tousled hair.

“Mom’s got breakfast ready downstairs, and some slacks and a dress shirt ironed for you in the laundry room,” Alan said as he watched Jensen get up and stumbled his way towards the connecting bathroom, leaving the door cracked so that he could yell back over his shoulder to the older man sitting in the chair.

“Where are we going?” Jensen yelled before flushing the toilet and making his way to the sink to wash his hands and throw water on his face.

He didn’t like going out in the public eye right now. Someone always recognized him, and always had a damn camera ready.

“It’s Sunday, and as long as you live under this roof with us you know you will have to go to church with us,” Alan said simply as Jensen made his way back to sit on the foot of his bed. “That was the agreement when you moved back in here remember?”

Jensen tried to push down the annoyance that rose up in him surprisingly quickly.

Church? He hadn’t been to church in years. Hell, he didn’t even know after everything that he’d gone through if he even believed there was a God anymore.

Jensen licked his lips, attempting to choose his words carefully. This was his father’s house, and he had agreed to it when he’d moved in, he just didn’t anticipate Sunday coming so damn soon.

“Dad, I don’t know If I’m fit to walk into a church house this morning,” Jensen said, locking eyes with his father, and doing everything he could to convey without saying it out loud that he’d rather do anything than go to a church service.

He wasn’t really, he was doing all he could not to throw up right there in front of his dad.

“Eating will help with that hangover, then you can get a shower before we go, I’m confident you will be just fine.”

Jensen shook his head and let out an annoyed huff. Just like when he was a kid, there was no arguing with him. There was no pleasing him. So he just gave up like he always did. That’s one reason why he didn’t want to come back here. Here he was, a grown-ass man in his 40’s, and his dad was still telling him what to do.

“Jensen, look, I know you don’t want to go, but don’t do it for me, do it for your mom. She was so excited this morning when she got up to make breakfast that you were coming with us. She wants to make a whole day of it. Go out to a little diner just outside of town once it’s over, and just have a family day. Just... give her today.”

His dad stood up and made his way towards the door before turning around to look back at him.

“The only way you're ever going to move on from this son is to pick yourself up and just do it. No matter how much you want to just roll over and give up. If you do that, Danneel wins. Pick yourself up, shake it off, find a pretty girl to go out with to help you get over her, and put the bottle down for Christ stakes. It’s only going to cause you more pain in the long run.”

Jensen watched as his dad excited the room, his mind reeling with what he said to him. He knew he was right, he was never going to move on as long as he let himself wallow in what happened. He had to get past this. He wasn’t the first man to ever go through a divorce, and it wasn’t like it was all sunshine and roses while they were married.

Jensen forced his aching body to its feet and made his way towards the shower to rid himself of the smell of alcohol. They say what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, but right now he didn’t feel so strong.

Five hours later, all the way across town, you had just finished cleaning up from the first lunch rush. Sundays were always a big tip day, and you could really use the money, so you didn’t complain not one bit about the almost constant on your feet that the day was sure to bring.

Most church groups came in all together, which made for large orders, and large tables. Today was not different. As far as you could tell there had already been seven church groups come through, and seeing as it was close to 1:30 pm, it wasn’t anywhere near over for you.

You were just contemplating taking a break before the next wave of customers, but you must have contemplated a minute too long because the dinging chime above the door announced the arrival of more guests.

It was a party of about seven adults and a few children. You could tell that they were all family just by looking at them, so it would probably be an easy table.

“Want me to grab that table?” Jess asked as you through the cloth you were wiping tables with in the bin behind the counter and started to make your way towards the table they had chosen with our pad and pin to start taking their orders.

“Na, It’s not that big of a table, I got it,” you answer her and she nods at you with a smile.

“Y/N, hold up a sec,” she says, running over to you to whisper in your ear. “You see that guy with the black shirt, the one who just took his shades off?”

Your eyes trained over the extremely attractive man with broad shoulders, brown, almost auburn hair, and the most astonishing pair of green eyes that seemed to sparkle even at this distance.

“That guy is Jensen Ackles, have you ever heard of him?” she asked, the smirk growing over her face as your eyes raked over the gorgeous specimen of a man sitting at the table looking at the menu that was already there. You watched him swat at the young girl you assumed was his sister playfully when she leaned over to annoy him.

“No, and right now who he isn’t important, what’s important is the tip I’m gonna get when he’s done.”

“I hear he’s recently divorced,” she said, but you cut her off, and made your way towards the table to take their drink orders, and introduce yourself. You didn’t need to know his history. The guy was way out of your league, and you weren’t an idiot.

“Hi, my name is Y/N, and I’ll be your waitress for this evening,” you announced as you came to a stop at the head of the table next to the oldest man, and the man that you were informed was Jensen Ackles.

Jensen’s eyes met yours and you swore to god for a moment you forgot how to breathe. He was so heartbreakingly handsome up close, and the moment he smiled at you, a swarm of butterflies was turned loose in your belly, and you haven’t felt like that in a very, very long time.

“Can I get you guys started with drinks?” you asked, clearing your throat, and quickly looked down at your pad to hide the blush creeping up in your cheeks.

“I’ll have a Dr. Pepper,” Jensen said, starting the roll call of drinks your way. Once everyone had their drinks, and you had brought their food to the table, you went to hide behind the counter, and try to catch your breath.

Every once in a while you would catch Jensen looking at you, and when he caught you looking back at him he would smile warmly at you, making those butterflies take flight all over again.

“You’re blushing, Y/N,” Jessica said, elbowing you playfully as she followed your gaze.

“Shut up,” you mumbled, and went back to refilling the ketchup bottles in front of you.

“He keeps staring at you ya know, maybe you should go ask him out.”

If looks could kill the look that you were giving her would have done the job. You didn’t have time to respond to her, because the sound of a throat being cleared behind you made you nearly jump out of your skin.

“I’d like to go ahead and pay if that’s okay?” Jensen said, as you turned around and the smirk Jensen gave you nearly made you fall flat on your ass.

The man was insultingly handsome, and he knew it.

“Sure,” Jessica said, turning to the register and giving him his total. His eyes barely left you as he paid for his meal, and you made your way over to start clearing the table they were sitting at.

You thought you had to escape him because you can’t think straight when he’s looking at you for some reason. You should have known better than to think it was over that quickly.

Looking down at the table as you picked up the plates you saw a folded napkin set in the center of what was Jensen’s plate with a note scrawled on the napkin, and a $100.00 bill tucked inside that simply said, “For the prettiest girl in Dallas.”

You turned around just in time to catch his eye as he winked at you, and followed his family out of the door. The look on your face must have been priceless because Jessica came running your way shaking your shoulders to get your attention.

“What is it? Talk to me Y/N!”

You showed her the note wordlessly. Your head was swimming with emotions as she squealed and jumped up and down with excitement next to you.

You were too stunned to do anything but stand there, how the fuck could you have a crush on someone that you had barely even spoken to? How the fuck could he have such a hold on you already?

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adventuresinwonderlust · 3 years

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Title: Right Kind of Wrong

Anon Request

Pairing: Yoongi x reader ft Jin

Warnings: Mature themes, Angst, flirting, crack, dry humping, oral (f) receiving, oral (m) receiving (brief), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks)

Rating: 18 and over

“Has Jinnie arrived yet?” You ask your mother upon entering the kitchen of your family home. “Not yet but he and his friend are on the way.” She smiles, sliding your birthday cake into the oven. Your ears perk up at hearing this news. “He’s bringing his friend?” You inquire playfully, trying to sound surprised while sliding your torso onto the countertop to lean. “Yes, foolish girl. You know Min Yoongi. He and your brother are at the hip. He asked if he could bring him along, something about not having anywhere to go this weekend.” “Oh.” You stand upright, smiling to yourself, feeling your heart flutter in your chest at the thought of seeing Yoongi again. You had always had a crush on him, but you were too young to pursue anything with him. You were 18 years old now and the thought of him seeing you as a woman and not just Jin's little sister had you giddy. “Go get ready for your guest!” Your mother snaps her fingers, snapping you out of your thoughts. You nod quickly and run up to your room to prepare for the party.

By 8pm dinner is spread out across the table for guest to enjoy at their leisure. You sit in the corner with friends, trying to keep from pouting since your brother has yet to arrive. “Come on Y/N, let's eat!” One of your friends tugs on your arm to lead you into the kitchen. You whine but stand, following behind her into the kitchen. She pushes the sliding doors open and you are met with party goers screaming “Happy Birthday!” and shooting off poppers and champagne. You jump at the fright, placing your hand on your chest as you burst out into a fit of giggles. Suddenly the lights go out and all you can see is the glow of candles lit on a cake moving towards you. You smile wide when the face of your older brother comes into view, holding the cake up, “Make a wish before my weak old arms drop this cake?” You laugh out loud, closing your eyes to make a wish, blowing out the candles. The lights come on, everyone exploding into cheers, Jin placing the cake on the counter to bring you into a tight hug. “Hello sissy. I’ve missed you.” “I’ve missed you too Jinnie.” You whisper to him, your eyes locking with the tall slender figure behind him. A smiling Yoongi, staring at you, his dark cat eyes piercing through you. “Alright, alright, lets party!” Jin shouts, the guest hooting and hollering with him.

The party goers consist mostly of family and a handful of your friends who all sit with you in the family room, in awe of your older brother as he talks about college parties and finally being done with school this year. “Finally, my baby sister is no longer a baby, and she will be going off to university this year. How excited are you sissy? Books not boys, ok?” Jin jokes causing all your friends to giggle. Yoongi sits quietly beside Jin, chewing on a straw, his moving shoulders the only indication that he’s laughing. “What about you Yoongi? Are you excited to be done with university?” Yoongi tilts his head slightly, nodding at you and you swear you feel tingles all over your body. “Yoongi is anti-university Y/N, take no advice from him. He’s no good for you,” Jin warns, turning his attention back to your friends, “Ok, who wants to hear a joke?” You are too focused on Yoongi’s intense stare to catch anything else Jin says, jumping when your group of friends erupts into laughter. When you look back towards Yoongi, he’s gone. “I’m gonna grab a drink.” You whisper to Jin, who nods at you. You stand quickly, heading towards the kitchen. You look about frantically, waving and smiling at guest as you pass them by. You push open the sliding doors to the kitchen, gasping when you see Yoongi eyeing the food table. You enter the kitchen quickly, closing the sliding doors behind you, anxiety now washing over you.

You move towards the food table and begin to eye the options, accidentally on purpose moving to your left until your arm bumps into Yoongi. “Oops, oh, Hi Yoongi. Sorry about that. I’m so clumsy sometimes.” You chuckle, feeling your heart race, kicking yourself for sounding too surprised. He chuckles, greeting you with his wide gummy smile. “Hi Y/N, happy birthday. Sorry I didn’t get to say it before, too many people.” You nod quickly. “No, no worries. No big deal. All of this is my mom’s thing you know. I, like intimate stuff, dinners and what not.” You swallow, feeling your face redden under his gaze. “You should enjoy this. Your family loves you. This stuff is sweet and besides, it’s just once a year right.” He leans in, nudging your arm. “Of course,” You just about shout, “I didn’t mean to sound like I was ungrateful. I just meant that I… um….” “Hey,” He raises his hand and rubs it up and down your arm, “Are you ok? You seem nervous?” You laugh oddly, nerves strangling you. “No, I’m good.” He nods at you. “I remember 18. It’s a good year. You feel invincible. Unstoppable even.” “Yeah, plus I finally got boobs.” You laugh, slapping your forehead when you realize what you just word vomited. “It’s all good, don’t be embarrassed. You have turned into the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen but with Jin as your brother how could you not?” He smirks, looking you up and down and you are happy you wore the dress that showed off just enough of your cleavage. “Hey, sissy, come on, time to say goodbye to your friends. It’s getting late. I’m going to drive a few of them home. Yoongi, come along?” Yoongi nods, giving you one more once over before heading off with Jin.

You toss and turn all night, unable to sleep at all, deciding to head down to the kitchen and grab some tea. You enter the kitchen to find Jin sitting at the Island having his own cup of tea. “Still have trouble sleeping huh?” He smiles when you make your way inside. “Yeah. You are too it seems?” He sighs. “Yeah, and with late night study sessions and parties, who has time for sleep?” “It’s almost over Jinnie.” You comfort, placing the tea kettle on the stove. “Ah, but your journey is just beginning. I’m worried about you.” You pout at his words. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m not a baby anymore.” “You will always be my baby sister and I will always protect you.” He finishes his tea, walking over to the sink to wash his mug. “I wish you were staying longer.” You whisper, taking the clean mug from him to steep your tea in. “Me too. We are off tomorrow afternoon but don’t worry sissy. I will be back soon enough. Your only worry now is to get some sleep,” He kisses the top of your head, “Oh, and don’t let Yoongi see you in these little shorts. Next time wear a robe.” He rolls his eyes, leaving you alone in the kitchen. You smirk to yourself, deciding to take your cup of tea to your room, that is until you hear noises coming from the den. You make your way towards the door which is open just a tiny bit and you poke your head in to find Yoongi lying across the couch, panting quietly, one hand holding his cell phone up and the other moving frantically under the covers. You gasp causing Yoongi to stop what he’s doing and look towards the door. You step back into the hall, trying to process what you just saw. “It's rude to snoop.” You hear, the door suddenly opening, Yoongi standing before you now.

“I… I…. I’m sorry.” You stutter, desperately trying to maintain eye contact and not look down to see if he’s still hard. “What are you even doing snooping around at this time?” He whispers, taking you in. “I couldn’t sleep so I made some tea.” You hold up your mug to show him. He smirks, “Just like Jin. He does this at night back at our apartment,” Yoongi explains, turning back into the room, leaving the door open, “At least no one can deny that you’re siblings.” You walk in hesitantly, closing the door behind you, and take a seat beside him on the couch. “Our mother always says chamomile tea aids in sleeping. I suppose we’ve become accustomed to it.” You lean over and place the mug on the coffee table. “I’m more of a coffee drinker.” “Well, that definitely won’t put you to sleep.” You chuckle. “No, it won’t, but I’ve found other methods to help with that.” “Like?” You inquire with raised brows. He tilts his head at you, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Go to bed Y/N, before Jin walks in on us and kicks my ass for checking out his baby sister.” You suck your teeth at his comment. “I’m not a baby anymore. I can do what I want, with who I want. Jin has no say.” “Is that so? You’re 18 now and you think you can do whatever you want?” “Yeah, I guess I’m feeling invincible.” You smirk. Yoongi’s shoulders move up and down before he groans, looking over at you. “Please just go.” “Why? Because you’re afraid of Jin?” “Because I’m afraid of what might happen here if you don’t.” “I like you Yoongi. I’ve liked you ever since Jinnie brought you here your freshman year. My feelings have only grown. I’m an adult now. You don’t have to be afraid.” “You don’t know what you’re saying. You’re young and dumb. You should go out and live your life. Hang out with people your age. Explore your options. This isn’t some k-drama where you sit here and confess your undying love for me, and we make love on your parents couch.” You sit a little straighter as his words sting your heart. “I see the way you look at me Min Yoongi. I know how boys think.” You mumble so he won’t hear the tremble in your voice. “I’m not a boy and how I look at you is wrong. You’re my best friends’ sister. I couldn’t do that to him.” “I’m not even a virgin you know that. Everyone treats me like some porcelain doll but I’m not one. I’m smart and careful. You can’t deny that there is something between us. Why is that wrong?”

“I just told you why.” “Screw Jin.” “Such a kid thing to say.” “Screw me.” “Don’t tempt me.” He almost growls, your hairs standing at attention. You look to the door of the den and back at Yoongi who tosses himself back onto his pillow, curling into the fetal position. “Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, shutting his eyes. You swallow hard, knowing what you want, anger soon coursing through your body. You stand and watch as Yoongi straightens his legs, eyes still closed. “Just deny it and I’ll go.” Yoongi’s eyes pop open and he looks up at you. “Like I said earlier, you’re the most beautiful young woman I’ve ever seen but that doesn’t change what I’ve said now. Maybe in another life Y/N.” He closes his eyes again. “Fuck it.” You whisper, moving towards Yoongi, straddling him and pressing your lips to his before he can protest. He moves to sit up, but you grind your heat into his crotch, eliciting a moan from him. Soon, he has one hand gripping your waist and the other tangled in your hair. You’ve kissed boys before, but it was never anything like this. Yoongi was an expert with his mouth, moving slowly then quickly, swirling his tongue around yours then nibbling at your lips. Back and forth, back and forth, driving you wild. You couldn’t help but moan and grind like a kitten in heat. His hand around your hip soon tightens, and he begins to aid you across his growing length.

Your body heats and you feel so desperate for friction, no one has ever had you so out of control horny before. Sure, you’ve been horny but never as intense as this. You grind faster against him, mewling and whimpering his name. “Slow down.” He whispers between kisses, but you just can’t, the feeling between your legs too great. You move your shorts to the side, rubbing your bare clit against his hard on as it throbs through his silky pajama pants. He groans at the sight. “Please, please,” You beg, “Feels so good.” You latch onto Yoongi’s lips once again grinding harder and faster. “We need to slow down Y/N.” He pants in your ear when you lean your head in the crook of his neck. “Can’t, so good.” You whimper. “Fuck, fuck. You’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my pants. I need you to slow down or else I’m gonna fucking cum.” You moan lustfully into his neck feeling your core tighten at his word. “Yes, please, cum for me Yoongi. I’m going to cum too, right here on your cock. I can’t believe how good this feels.” You gasp, gripping the back of his shirt tightly as your orgasm rips through your body. “Fuck! Y/N, I’m cumming.” Yoongi cries out, gripping your hips hard. You continue to grind against him, soon feeling his cock twitching between your folds. He shoves you off him quickly, resting his hand over his still trembling cock, biting his lip and throwing his head back. “What the fuck was that?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I was just so excited. I’ve never felt like that before.” “You lied about not being a virgin, didn’t you?” He snaps and you just stare at him swallowing back tears. He shakes his head again. “Are you on the pill?” You shake your head, unable to speak. He sighs deeply. “You’re still wearing your pants; I know how getting pregnant works.” You finally speak. “You mean these pathetically thin pajama pants?” He snaps, lifting his hand to show his wet palm. He lowers his hand again and taps his finger on his huge cum stain, lifting it to show you the long strand he pulls away when he lifts his finger again. “Like I said before, you’re young and dumb. Just go and live your life. This, us, isn’t going to happen, maybe in another life. Please leave before Jin catches us.” You sniffle, unable to hold back the tears that fall. You grab your mug from the coffee table and walk out of the den and out of Yoongi’s life.

4 years later….

You pull into your mothers’ driveway, nerves fueling your every move. You honk your horn before climbing out, pulling your cap and gown from the back seat. “Sissy!” Jin hollers, running over to you. You squeal at the sight of your older brother, jumping into his embrace. He twirls you around and around, placing you back on your feet. “I can’t believe it! You’re graduating university!” He gives you a proud smile. “Yup, I’m so excited to be done!” “You see, I told you if you focused on books and not boys, Uni is a breeze.” “Well, let’s just say I found a great balance,” You wink at him, laughing when he rolls his eyes at you. “Hurry! We are going to be late for your own graduation!” You mother emerges from the house, rushing over to Jin’s larger SUV. You all pile in and head off to the ceremony.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the graduating class of XXXX.” You and your friends all begin to hoot and holler, tossing your caps into the air. You turn back to see if you can spot your mom and Jin, squinting through a sea of people, confetti, and falling caps. You shift your head side to side, ready to give up when you lock eyes with the one man you never thought you’d see again. “Yoongi.” You whisper, your breath catching in your throat. He still looks the same as you remember, tall, slender, glowing. You turn back to face the front, trying to hide your burning red cheeks. “Congratulations Y/N.” Your friend calls to you, pulling you into a hug. It takes about 30 minutes before you make your way through the crowd and outside to meet up with your mother, brother, and surprisingly Yoongi. “Congrats sissy!!!” Jin shouts, popping a small confetti popper at you when you emerge. Yoongi hands you flowers. “Congratulations Y/N.” He smiles. “Thank you.” You smile back, your cheeks burning. “Uh, the flowers are from the both of us but in any event, let's beat the traffic and go eat,” Jin interrupts, eyeing you both meticulously, “Mother let Yoongi sit up front with me.” Jin states. Your mother offering no complaints.

“Mother! You will not sit in the back! Jin, you are being ridiculous, Yoongi and I will sit in the back.” You scold. Jin sighs deeply, grinding his teeth but gives you a simple nod. He moves to help your mother in the front seat. “Looks like someone has found her voice.” Yoongi teases, opening the door for you to enter the car. “Looks like someone just couldn’t stay away.” You smirk. He chuckles, shrugging simply, climbing into the car behind you. You fiddle with the zipper on your gown, feeling a bit anxious sitting in such proximity to Yoongi. You could smell the mix of his body wash and cologne, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on a bit. Yoongi leans in, whispering to you, “I see you're still a nervous nelly.” You chuckle, shaking your head at him, catching Jin’s watchful eye in the rearview mirror. “I am so proud of all of you. College graduates, working out in the field. You make your Eomma proud. You too Yoongi.” You mother declares.

“Ah, Yoongi only made it riding on my coattails mother.” Jin grumbles, giving Yoongi an evil glare. Yoongi scoffs, nodding in agreement, “Ah, yes, I wouldn’t be anywhere without you Hyung. I have so much to thank you for.” “You do.” Jin nods. “I certainly do.” Yoongi whispers, looking over at you, your cheeks suddenly burning. “We are here.” Jin states, hitting the brakes hard so both you and Yoongi slide forward with a jolt. “Jinnie!” You scold. “Sorry.” He gives a shit eating grin before climbing out and running around to help your mother out of the car. Once inside the restaurant, Yoongi is a complete gentleman, pulling out the chair for your mother and then you. “Jin, Yoongi is so sweet, look how he unfolds Y/N’s napkin.” Your mother notes, prompting an annoyed look from Jin. “Yes, mother how polite of him. I am sure however, that Y/N is very capable of opening her own napkin.” “Be nice Jin.” Your mother whispers to him. “You’re very brave tonight.” You whisper to Yoongi, who seems to be sitting just a little too close to you. “Am I?” He smiles. “Yeah, if I recall you were very much afraid of Jin kicking your ass.” “Maybe I've outgrown that fear.” He whispers, resting his hand on your knee underneath the table. Your mouth hangs open as you fumble to find words, saved when the waitress comes to take your order.

After dinner, you all make it home safely, your mother retiring to her room while you, Jin, and Yoongi sit in the den talking and drinking. “Ok, your graduation is over Y/N, you can take your gown off.” Yoongi teases. “Hey! Stop trying to ogle my sister.” Jin slurs, having had too many whiskeys. Yoongi burst out laughing, exposing his gums. You can’t ever recall seeing him so unfiltered. You join in laughing, jumping up and slowly unzipping your gown. “Don’t be a baby Jin. I’m used to men ogling me.” You look directly at Yoongi, whose mouth hangs open while you remove the material from your body to reveal a tight-fitting mini dress. He swallows slowly, licking the sides of his mouth. You are much curvier than you were 4 years ago, and it made your body heat to see him so affected by you. “Hey! Put that tongue back in your mouth before I rip from your face.” Jin points at Yoongi.

Yoongi raises his hands in the air and looks away, “Sorry Hyung.” “Calm down Jinnie. Yoongi means no harm.” You comfort, pouring Jin another drink. “I know how men are Y/N, I am one!” “I know.” You comfort, handing him the fresh drink. “Seriously, Yoongi is this biggest dog of them all.” “I'm sitting right here.” Yoongi grumbles. “You’re my best friend and I love you, but I have seen how you treat women.” “That’s not fair Hyung.” “Well, Jinnie, you haven't seen how I treat men.” You cut into the tension. “Ugh, please, don’t talk like that. You are an angel. My sweet baby sister.” Jin coos, sipping his drink. “Yeah, ok.” Yoongi comments under his breath. “Excuse me?” You spin to face Yoongi. “I wouldn’t use those words to describe you.” “And what exactly would you use?” Yoongi smiles wide, taking his lower lip between his teeth before giving you a shrug. “He’s going to fall.” Yoongi points behind you at Jin, who falls back onto the couch passed out. “Shit. Jinnie!” You hop up, shaking him. “He’s fine. He’s just a light weight. Come on, let’s take him to his room.” “Are you crazy? I’m not carrying him up the stairs.” “What? His sweet little angel baby sister won't carry him up the stairs when he’s under duress? Tsk, tsk, some sissy you turned out to be.”

“Kiss my ass, Min Yoongi. We can just set him up here to sleep it off.” “And where will I sleep?” He wiggles his brows at you. “In Jin’s room, duh.” “Ok, but you're taking the blame when he wakes up hollering about his aching back.” “Whatever.” You roll your eyes. You both get to work getting Jin in the lying position, covering him with a blanket, and tucking a pillow behind his head. You clean up the den of the used glasses and make your way up to your bedroom. “Thanks for coming to my graduation.” You say to Yoongi at the top of the stairs. “Thanks for inviting me.” He smiles, walking into Jin’s room and closing the door behind him. You make your way towards your room, stopping suddenly, Yoongi’s words processing in your mind. You enter your room, dropping your gown and shoes on the floor before padding back towards Jin’s room, opening the door suddenly to find Yoongi standing in just his boxer briefs. “Oh shit,” You turn your back to him, “I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in. I was just confused by your statement.” “You can look now, I'm dressed.” He says, plopping down onto Jin’s bed. You turn to him, smiling when you see he's dressed in a white tee and those silky pajama pants you never forgot.

“You said I invited you, but I didn’t.” “Really? Jin said you did.” “Jin?” You shake your head, not understanding what was going on. “Yeah, Jin called me and said you wanted me to come to your graduation. Here I am, and by the way, the flowers were from me.” He smiles. “Why would Jin say that? I never told him that.” You whisper, racking your brain for an explanation. “Jin gives me a lot of shit you know but I am pretty sure if he had a choice in picking your partner, it’d be me.” Your brows furrow at Yoongi’s comment. “What happened to maybe in another life?” You clip. “You were 18 years old, you had so much to learn and experience. I would never have been able to live with myself if I held you back from living your life to the fullest. How selfish would that be?” “So, you did like me?” Yoongi chuckles. “I did but back then it didn’t matter. It was the wrong time.” “Right person, wrong time. And now?” “Now it’s whatever we make it.” “So, that whole thing about Jin beating you up was bullshit?” “Not entirely, Jin has always known about our crush, doesn’t mean he was happy about it or that I was comfortable betraying his trust or yours.” “You hurt my feelings back then Yoongi.” “I know, I'm sorry about that. I didn’t know how else to make you stop liking me.” You nod, feeling the same sting you felt that day. “I was definitely young and dumb. I know now that you can't get pregnant from dry humping.” Yoongi laughs but stops immediately when he sees your stern face.

“Yeah, wanted to scare you. Sorry about that.” “I’m on the pill now though, so I guess thanks for the scare.” He nods again, trying to hold back his smile. “You look the same as I remember.” You word vomit, taking him in. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember.” He responds, his eyes darkening. You swallow hard, your core heating up. “So, is It ok to say that I want you,” You whisper to him, reaching back to pull down the zipper of your dress, “Because I really, really, do.” “I want you too.” He leans back on his hands, manspreading a bit so his erection tents up against the silky fabric of his pajama pants. You let your dress pool at your feet, stepping out of it and moving towards Yoongi. He licks his lips when you straddle him, hitching his hips up so his cock presses into your heat. You wrap a hand around the back of his long neck, trailing the other down his torso to the edge of his shirt and tugging the fabric. “Off.” You whisper. He smirks, leaning up to remove the article of clothing. You marvel at his pale flesh, trailing kisses across his collar bone, slowly moving your hips to tease him. He moves his face into the crook of your neck, nibbling and pecking at your skin, gripping onto your hips. “I see someone learned to slow down.” He whispers in your ear before trailing kisses along it. “Let’s see if someone learned to last longer than 5 minutes.” You snip, causing Yoongi to laugh out loud.

He moves his hands from your hip now and grips your ass tightly, gliding his large palms up your back to remove your bra, letting it fall between your bodies. “So beautiful.” He moans, taking one of your now erect nipples into his mouth and suckling. You arch your back at the feeling of his warm mouth on you, grinding into him just a bit faster. He moves to the other nipple, swirling his tongue around it, suckling and moaning and you feel every bit of it in your cunt. “So wet already,” He notes, releasing your bud with a pop, “You’re soaking through my pants.” “What are you going to do about it?” You tease, taking his mouth with yours, biting and licking at his lips and tongue, suddenly feeling 18 again. Your blood boils, skin gooses, and legs shiver at the thought of him being inside of you. He grips your bare ass again, spreading your cheeks apart, the lace of your thong dragging across your hardened clit. “Please.” You beg. “Fuck, you’re so hot. I’ve never been so hard.” He groans, flipping you onto your back to remove your thong. You reach out for him, but he instead lowers himself between your thighs. You moan out loud, realizing what he’s about to do. “Not too loud baby.” He smirks, dipping his head between your thighs. You gasp when you feel his tongue glide between your slit, collecting your juices onto his appendage before swallowing it down. “Delicious.” He growls, licking at your inner and outer folds expertly. He soon dips to your entrance, circling your hole with the tip of his tongue, your legs falling wider apart for him. He smirks, his breath against your sex making you shiver. “Stop teasing me Yoongi,” You whine, reaching down to touch your neglected bud. He slaps at your hand, making his way up your folds with his tongue, wrapping his mouth around your clit and slurping. “Fuck.” You shout, receiving another tap on your inner thigh for being too loud.

You soon begin moving your hips when he flattens his tongue against your clit, lapping at her softly, building your orgasm slowly. “More, more.” You mewl, fucking his face now. He brings his hand up entering you with one finger, then two, parting them inside you, stretching you deliciously. You bite on your lip to keep from screaming, when he curls his fingers to rub along the sensitive spongy flesh deep inside you. You grip his hair tightly, panting frantically, your orgasm building rapidly now with the mixture of his tongue against your bud and fingers along your g-spot. “So close. So good.” You praise, becoming more turned on by the lurid noises of wetness that fill the room. “Yoongi, oh my God.” You cry out, your belly tightening hitching you forward a bit, your orgasm hitting you hard. You shut your eyes tightly, allowing the beads of white to fully blur your vision as your cunt throbs wildly against Yoongi’s face until you come down from your high. You drop back onto the bed, panting desperately looking up at Yoongi’s sopping face. “That was so hot.” he smiles, licking his lips and palming at his erection. You sit up and take over palming him. “Allow me.” You grin, yanking his pants down. Your jaw dropping when his reddened cock springs out, hitting his tummy. You move towards him, stroking his hot length, taking his sack into your mouth and sucking. He drops his head back, moaning, running his fingers through your hair.

You release his balls, bringing his cock to your open mouth and running your tongue through the slit in his tip to drink up his dripping arousal. You flatten your tongue along the bottom of his tip before wrapping your lips around him, sucking it clean. “Now who’s teasing.” He grunts. You look up at him, raising a brow, and without warning take him all the way to the back of your throat. “Fuck Y/N.” He moans, almost keeling over. You leave him there for a moment, reveling in the power you have over him in this moment. You swallow, the soft flesh at the back of your throat tickling his tip, causing him to whimper to the gods. “You’re not fair.” He moans and you begin to bob your head along his length finally, looking up to see relief wash over him. He looks down at you, pushing your hair away from your face to take in your every feature while you work your magic on his cock. “So gorgeous. I’m so lucky.” He praises and you feel yourself moisten at his words. You moan around him, quickening your pace, taking his full sack in your hand and massaging it.

“Shit.” He whispers, gripping your hair tightly, aiding you along his member until he suddenly pulls you off. “I won't last if you keep this up, and I need to be inside you.” He pants, moving forward until you're on your back and he is hovering above you, taking your lips into a needy kiss. You grip his hips and pull him towards you, “Hold on, Jin has to have condoms in here.” He says, lifting off the bed. “It’s ok. I'm clean. Besides, I want you to have me, all of me. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you Yoongi.” You watch his eyes widen and his cheeks blush. “I’ve never done it without... I mean.... I'm clean also and I feel the same about you. Hell, I've been waiting four years to find out how this k-drama ends.” You giggle at his comment, squealing when he climbs the bed and kisses you again. He stops for a moment, looking deeply into your eyes, “Are you sure?” “Yes. I’m sure.” He kisses you softly now, bringing his cock to your entrance. He slowly rubs his tip through your slit, coating it in your lust, sure to tease at your clit before circling your entrance. “Don't tease.” You growl, needing so desperately to be filled. “My word Y/N, so needy.” He says while licking your ear. “Yoongi!” You whine, taking his wrist and trying to urge him to move inside you but he firmly holds himself in place just outside your entrance. You drop your head back on the bed, groaning in protest. “God, you truly are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He confesses, sliding his cock firmly inside your warmth until he bottoms out. The stretch causes you to cry out into the room, Yoongi shushing you immediately. “Please baby, I don’t want Jin to kill me before I’ve had my fill of you.” “Feels so good.” You moan. “It gets better, I promise.” He smiles against your neck, moving his hips slowly, massaging your walls. You can’t help but moan and writhe beneath him, the feeling too good. “Oh man, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me, so tight.” Yoongi whispers, moving faster now. You begin hitching your hips upwards to meet his thrust, loving how his cock touches places no other man has ever touch.

“Faster.” You pant, moving your hips quicker, clenching your walls when his tip reaches your entrance for a tighter grip when he thrust back into you. “Ah, shit, fuck,” Yoongi curses after four rounds of this, “You’re going to be the death of me.” He pulls out fully, the emptiness you feel pulling a whine from your throat. He glides his shaft through your sopping lips watching your facial expressions the entire time. “Sorry baby, I need a minute.” He smirks, massaging you like this for a bit. “Enough!” You growl, shoving Yoongi onto his ass and straddling him. You align his slick cock with your entrance and waste no time filling yourself up with him again, the both of you moaning in unison. “That’s never going to get old.” Yoongi groans. You begin riding Yoongi slowly, the feel of his large hands on your hips aiding you, cause your skin to goose. “That’s its baby, nice and slow, look at me. I want to see you fall apart.” He whispers to you. You pull away from his body, hips still moving slowly, the sound of his cock gliding in and out of your slick filling the room. You look deep into his eyes, feeling your face heat and your pussy drench even more. His mouth falls open and he begins to grip your hips tighter, moving you quicker now. “You’re so wet for me baby. You’re dripping all over my cock, all over Jin’s bed.” He chuckles, choking on a moan when you clench around him.

“Lean back, rest your hands on my thighs.” He instructs. You do as your told, thrusting forward, gasping when he begins to twirl his thumb against your clit. “Yoongi!” You cry out, your cunt clenching tighter and tighter with every twirl of his finger. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.” He urges and you close your eyes, focusing only on the sweet burning that builds from deep within your core, slowly making its way up into your belly, dancing around your heart before making a crash landing into your brain. Your head falls back and you can’t hold back the guttural moan that escapes your throat. You open your eyes to meet Yoongi’s blown out gaze, loving how turned on he is just from watching you come undone. You move forward and wrap your arms around his neck, bouncing up and down his length like a woman mad, pulling moan after moan from deep within his chest. “Your turn baby, cum for me, I want to feel you fill me.” “Oh fuck! Don’t stop. I’m so close.” Yoongi grunts, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck and the other grasping a handful of your ass. He grips your flesh hard, ramming up into your battered pussy hard, his breath becoming labored with each thrust. “Gonna fill you up now baby. Make you mine.” He grunts, his pace faltering, his grip tightening on your ass. He soon shoves his cock deep into you, pressing firmly against your cervix, a sobbed moan leaving his pout. His cock twitches inside you, his hot seed shooting out along your walls. He lowers his hand from your neck to grip your other ass cheek, moaning into your neck, moving you up and down slowly on his cock, the rest of his orgasm spilling out of him and soon you.

He begins peppering your neck, jaw, and lips with kisses, bringing all movement to an end. “That was amazing.” He pants. “Worth the wait?” You ask. “Absolutely worth the wait. You have always been worth the wait.” You both laugh together, showering each other with kisses. “Hey, Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?” He asks cutely. “Sure, but I got one better.” You say, his brows raising up. “What’s that?” “Do you want to be my boyfriend Min Yoongi?” He smiles wide, gums exposed, your heart flipping in place. “More than anything else in this world.” He kisses you deeply, pulling your body close to his in a full hug. “Please tell me you are not having sex on my bed?” You both jump, finding Jin at the bedroom door. “Jinnie.” You mutter. “Oh, shit.” Yoongi breaths out. “Please tell me my eyes are deceiving me or else no one is going to be dating anyone, because you’ll both be dead.” “Hyung, let me explain.” “No, you know what, I’ve had too much to drink. This is a dream. I’m going to go back downstairs and back into my body and when I open my eyes in the morning, this nightmare will be over.” Jin declares, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. “Shit. I thought we were for sure dead. What the hell was that?” Yoongi asks confused. “Our queue to get the hell out of here and head to my room if you ever have plans of seeing tomorrow.” You both scramble, tossing on what clothes you can, Yoongi stopping you as you get to the door. “Hey, do you mean it? Do you really want to be my girlfriend?” “Yeah, I do. I’ve been waiting so long for the right moment to be with you Yoongi. This is it. Why wait any longer?” He smiles wide, kissing you softly. “You’re right. You’ve always been right.” He kisses you again. “And you’ve always been wrong but that’s what makes this special.” You whisper, grabbing his hand and leading him towards your room, your heart full.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x you #suga x reader #anon request

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amelialincoln · 3 years

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Are u gonna write after tonight’s episode like u usually do? hope you focus on when link left but also after the hug thanks xx

Fragile

“Because I’m not an alcoholic, I’m not in recovery…” Link continued yelling but all Amelia could focus on was how much she wanted to slap him on his very perfectly symmetrical face. As if asking him if he was drunk at 9am was such a crazy idea when he started drinking at 12pm yesterday. It wasn’t like she was shaming him or telling him how uncomfortable it really made her, she was just worried about him, more than herself. Of course she’d noticed his little guitar drinking sessions. Whiskey had been lingering on his breath for the past week every time he crawled into bed. The slamming of the front door brought her back to reality. She went to put the Whiskey back on the shelf and realized it was gone.

“Auntie ‘mels, where’s uncle Link?” Amelia turned to find Ellis standing in the doorway to the backyard and she tried to hold back some of the tears that were forming in her eyes out of frustration. “He’s gone,” She replied, realizing she hadn’t retained where he said he was going. “But he’ll be back soon.” She tried to hide the uncertainty in her eyes. “You wanna come garden?”

“Yes!” Ellis squealed.

“Alright then,” Amelia laughed lightly for her nieces sake. “Not for too long though because Scout is going to wake up from his nap soon. You go pick the bulbs and I’ll be there in a second.”

“Maybe daffodils? Or tulips?”

“Surprise me.” Amelia gushed, brushing a strand of hair out of the excited girl’s face and smiling as she took off into the backyard. She went back to the dishes she was putting into the dishwasher before her and Link’s quarrel, knocking one of them off the counter as she abruptly turned and it clattered to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. “Damn it,” she cursed, momentarily wanting to throw another one at the wall.

“Amelia.” Maggie had entered the kitchen upon hearing the noise. “You okay?” She could see that her sister was on the verge of tears.

“I’m fine,” she replied coldly, pushing past Maggie as she tried to wrap her arms around her and stormed out into the backyard. “Don’t let the kids in the kitchen, I’ll clean it up when I’m done in the garden,” she called over her shoulder. Maggie sighed, picking up the ceramic shards, of what used to be her sister’s favourite plate, before sweeping up the rest of the mess. She wondered momentarily where Link had gone and wondered briefly if he had anything to do with Amelia's abruptness. Sometimes it shocked her how little she knew the man who was raising a baby, and taking care of all of Meredith's children, with Amelia. She had no suspicion of Link being abusive, and Amelia had never seemed happier...or exhausted, but if anyone could be taken advantage of, despite being such a strong minded person, it was her. Maggie hadn’t heard the extent of the awful things that Owen had said, but if anyone needed more confirmation that she was worthy of love, it was Amelia. As Maggie gazed out into the backyard to find Ellie sitting on her auntie's lap and giggling uncontrollably, she could practically feel her blood boiling.

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Amelia spent the rest of the day doing what she did every day, cleaning, feeding and worrying. This time not only about Meredith, but about her boyfriend who drove off with a 2 6 practically full of hard alcohol without a word about where he was going.

“Bailey, leave your sister alone,” Amelia called from her spot on the lawn chair. Scout was nestled into her chest sleeping and she glanced at him worriedly to make sure he was still asleep. “Bailey, we do not pull hair!” Zola had been having a hard enough day with the heavy conversation they’d had earlier that afternoon, she didn’t need Bailey yanking on her pigtails in an attempt to distract her from studying.

“But I’m bored,” Bailey whined, drawing out the end of his sentence until Amelia wanted to cover her ears.

“Why don’t you go see what Ellis is doing?” Amelia offered, lowering her voice as Scout started to stir.

“Ellis is boring,” Bailey complained. If Amelia heard that word one more time she thought she might explode.

“We’re all bored, Bailey,” she sighed, trying to think of something her nephew could do. “Have you studied for your spelling test tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“So you’ll be getting ten out of ten like Zola?” She asked.

“No, ten out of ten is impossible for everyone other than Zola,” Bailey groaned.

“Okay, here’s my idea. If you can get eight out of ten, you can have an extra half hour of screen time tomorrow.”

“Really?” Bailey’s eyes lit up like a CT scan. “Wait, eight out of ten is still way too hard.” Amelia shrugged.

“Better get studying then.”

“Fine,” Bailey grumbled. “I’ll go study.” Amelia gave him a thumbs up and tried not roll her eyes as he trudged into the house. She glanced down at Scout who was pawning for her nipple and laughed lightly before moving her tank top to the side, wishing Link could be here to laugh at their adorable boy with her.

“Hey what’s up?” She yawned, sliding open her vibrating phone to reveal Maggie’s maskless face. “You on a break?”

“Yeah, managed to squeeze in lunch,” Maggie sighed, taking a bite of her sandwich. “It’s like the great depression over here.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, Winston and I are working on a case. It’s weird but we’re working well together.”

“That’s good,” Amelia grinned, feeling better about him after their breakfast together this morning. “He fits into Grey Sloan?”

“Yeah, looks great in the navy blue,” Maggie chuckled, her eyes darting to the door and momentarily lifting her mask to her face before setting it back down. “Have to find closets to eat in at this point,” she joked. “The cafeteria freaks me out.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Amelia shrugged, shifting Scout to the other side uncomfortably.

“Is Link back?” Maggie asked, watching her sister’s face darken.

“No,” she replied simply. “He’ll probably be soon though.”

“Are you guys okay?” Maggie blurted out. “Like are you okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Amelia replied defensively, stunned by the seriousness in Maggie’s voice.

“He’s been drinking a lot, Amelia, we all noticed it. That’s not fair to you and the plate--”

“Whoa,” Amelia interrupted her quickly. “Maggie, I’m in recovery but I’m good. I have a lot to be sober for right now so I’m...good.”

“Well, I’m happy you're so good,” Maggie replied, unconvincingly. “It doesn’t really seem respectful though. Just because you’ve been in recovery for awhile doesn’t mean anything. You can relapse after being sober for years. I’ve seen it with Richard, it’s a never ending cycle.”

“Yeah, exactly.” Amelia bit her lip, surprised by how easily Maggie seemed to understand.

“Like it’s not that I feel uncomfortable having a glass of wine around you. You’ve been to parties where everyone’s been wasted, it's just...I don’t feel comfortable leaving you with someone that’s using alcohol in the same way that you once did.”

“To turn off,” The worried sister confirmed.

“He’s getting drunk by himself in the garage, Amelia.”

“I know.” She hugged Scout tightly into her chest for support and the baby gurgled with happiness at the sudden affection from his mother.

“You guys made an amazing kid.”

“I know,” her response is teary as she glances down at the big blue eyes staring back up at her. “That’s the issue. Everything is so perfect when it comes to him, until it isn’t.”

“Meaning?” The anger in Maggie’s voice caused her to flinch.

“He’s not hitting me, Maggie,” she said softly in case the kids were eavesdropping. Her sister’s demeanour seemed to relax. “Did you honestly think that?”

“No, of course not. We all love Link. He’s perfect. I just feel like I barely know him. Like deeply, you know? He’s not an open book like you.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Sometimes I feel that way too. I have no idea where he is right now, Maggie. I’m worried,” her voice cracked almost unnoticeably.

“He’s a grown adult, Amelia,” Maggie answered with resentment. “He can at least take care of himself if he’s going to leave you alone with four kids for however long.” She glanced up at the door. “Look, I’ve got to go but I can come over tonight and we can talk.”

“It’s fine. Thanks for calling but just spend the night with Winston. You’ve been over enough.”

“Okay, but just text me if you need anything.” Her voice was muffled as she secured her mask and ended the FaceTime.

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Amelia glanced at her phone for what seemed like the hundredth time that day as she tucked the last Shepherd kid into bed.

“Where's Uncle Link?” Eliis complained, disappointed by only receiving three stories from an exhausted Amelia.

“He’ll be back soon, bug,” Amelia promised. “You have an early zoom class tomorrow so we can only read three tonight, okay?”

“Uncle Link would read me five anyways,” she whined, tears brimming in her blue eyes.

“Come on, Ellie,” Amelia wanted to cry with her. “We had a big day.”

“I don’t want you, I want my mom. Why did you make my mom go away?” The stubborn girl complained, rubbing her puffy eyes with her fists.

“I didn’t, sweetheart. She’ll be back soon too,” she was too tired not to tell her otherwise tonight.

“Really?” Ellis asked with a small smile.

“Yep,” Amelia nodded, regretting it instantly. “Now go to bed and time will go by faster.”

“Okay,” her niece finally caved, snuggling into her polka dotted duvet. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Amelia sighed, turning off the lamp as she exited the room and breathing a sigh of relief, momentarily lingering with her back against the door.

“Hey, Link’s voice caused her to jump. “Sorry.” He handed her a steaming cup of green tea that she drank each night. What he didn’t know was that she’d been needing some sort of beverage nightly to distract her from wanting anything else.

“Thanks.” She wrapped her hands around the warm ceramic mug and tried to step away from the intoxicating smell of whiskey that he was exuding.

“Sorry it’s bad,” he apologized, running a tired hand through his hair. His eyes were rimmed with red and he looked as if he’d just staggered home from who knows where.

“Were you at a bar or...”

“I went to Deluca’s thing,” he answered messily. “With Jo, we went and it was nice. Did you--”

“Yeah, I watched most of it, you were day drinking with Jo?” It’s not that she didn’t trust them, she knew how much Jo meant to Link and she never wanted to come between that, but did she still feel the tiniest bit jealous? Absolutely.

“In her loft. They were tested like yesterday.”

“They?”

“Jackson was there too.”

“Ah,” she took a sip of the tea and closed her eyes momentarily.

“You look tired,” he observed and she almost laughed at him.

“Um, yeah. They’re all a lot for one person,” she replied, gesturing to the four shut doors in the hallway.

“Maggie and Winston left?” He scratched the back of his head with confusion.

“They had work today.”

“Oh...right.” They stood together awkwardly before Amelia turned towards their bedroom.

“You need to shower and brush your teeth. I need a good sleep,” she yawned, not offering an explanation for why him reeking of hard liquor would cause her another sleepless night, since he obviously hadn’t put two and two together. “Wait is that--” She shut their bedroom door and crawled into bed before he could finish.

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Link finally came to bed about a half hour later, slamming his shin against the bed frame as he stumbled into the dark room.

“Are you okay?” Amelia’s voice rang out in the darkness.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he groaned, lowering himself cautiously onto the mattress and sliding under the covers. “Look, I’m sorry.”

“Thank you,” she rolled away from him tiredly, closing her eyes.

“If you don’t want me to keep liquor in the house I won’t,” he spoke clearly into the darkness.

“Link, I don’t need you to hide liquor or drinking from me,” Amelia sighed. “If anything, I feel more uncomfortable when you do it in secret.”

“I thought that would be better for you,” he responded truthfully.

“How would you know? You didn’t ask me.” Silence hung in the air and she debated going back to sleep.

“Amelia it’s hard.”

“It’s hard for everyone, Link. You don’t get to act like you’re the only one keeping secrets or walking on eggshells or losing people right now. People are grieving and dying. That doesn’t make what we’re experiencing any less hard. I’m going crazy. But I’m not diminishing how others are feeling by shoving my problems in their faces and comparing who has it worse. It’s not a competition.”

“Okay, did Jo tell you--”

“Jo didn’t tell me shit. I don’t have time to talk to Jo or make calls about where you are. I don’t have time to be worrying about where you are or if you’re safe while trying to keep an entire household of people together.”

“I should’ve been here today.”

“Yeah,” she tried to remove any hint of emotion in her voice. “I needed you.”

“I brushed my teeth and I used that plastic thing...that makes all the bubbles.”

“You used my loofah?” She tried to hide her amusement.

“Can you just come here?” He pleaded, opening his arms and allowing her burrow herself in his neck. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Just no more lies or we won’t make it.” He nodded, holding her closely as her breathing deepened into his chest.

#amelink #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #atticus link

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ironmariposa · 3 years

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(The things I did) Just so I could call you mine

Chapter 2/4

Also found on Ao3

Ray actually shows up on time on Tuesday and she quickly sends Lily off before making her way to him. He looks … good. He’s wearing a shirt that’s a size or two too small for his biceps and has a five o’clock shadow across his jaw. His eyes are extra bright. She realizes after a moment of hesitation that it’s possible he’s sober.

“That your kid sister?” He asks when she passes him to head to their room.

“It is.”

“She’s cute.”

She glares at him over her shoulder and he holds up his hands innocently, “I mean that in an absolutely innocent way. I may be a pig but I’m not a monster.”

They step into the room and she drops her backpack on the table, “A pig huh?”

He snorts at her and she actually laughs out loud at the sound. He grins wide, his teeth flashing bright at her. Her eyes linger on his dimple and she has the urge to brush her thumb across it.

“You have a cute laugh.” He says and she darts her eyes away from his mouth.

“Just what a girl wants to hear.” She huffs as she sits at the table, suddenly in a bad mood.

He sits across from her and leans forward, his arms spread across the table, “What?” He asks, still grinning, “You don’t like being called cute?”

“I mean it’s not exactly panty dropping.” And she realizes what she’s said a moment too late.

Oh shit.

His grin turns devious as he leans forward, “I didn’t realize that was an option. I definitely can think of a better way to describe you, Heather Nill.”

“Please don’t. I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

“How exactly did you mean it?”

She starts to pull out her books and notebook from her bag, “I didn’t. Mean it. Let's just get started.”

She freezes as his hands press down on hers, “How did you mean it?” He asks again, his voice a bit deeper than it normally is and she shivers as it hits her. His blue eyes stare at her with such intensity and she thinks maybe sober Ray is not a good thing after all.

“I - I'll tell you after we finish for the day, okay.”

“Deal.” He slides his hands off hers and leans back in his chair, “What’s on the agenda for the day, boss.”

There’s a loud knock on the window to their room and Heather jerks her head up to find the librarian pointing at her watch. Heather glances at her phone and jumps out of her seat, “Shit, it’s closing time. I have to find Lily and get her home.”

Ray stands and helps her pack away their stuff, “Here I got this, you go find your sister and I’ll meet you out front.”

Heather nods and hurries out of the room without a second thought. She finds Lily in the young adult section, curled up in an armchair with a book. “Hey Bug, the library’s closing, we need to go.” Lily blinks up at her in a book daze, but she nods and puts her book away before following Heather back to the front.

“Thank you.” She says as they meet Ray in front of the library and he hands her backpack over.

“You girls hungry? We could head over to Dots for dinner? My treat.”

The thing is, Heather actually considers it. Actually considers sitting down with Ray in a booth and having a nice relaxed dinner, but then she blinks that visual away and realizes there’s no chance it would stay that way and she would rather keep Lily far, far away from him.

“Sorry but we need to get home, our mom will start to worry.” Lily looks up at her with a confused face because when has their mother ever worried about them? But Ray doesn't know that and so with a wave they begin the trek to the trailer park.

That night she dreams of Ray and her talking in the middle of main street. She doesn’t remember what they talk about when she wakes. All she remembers is his bright blue eyes on her and his dimple.

That damn dimple.

The Senior carnival is in full swing. They hold it every year, claiming to raise money for the class to go on a Senior trip, when in reality it’s always put towards the summer Panic game.

Bishop picks Heather and Natalie up at Natalie's house. It’s Spring in Carp, which means it’s already sweltering hot outside. Even after the sun sets. The three of them set off across the school parking lot, Bishop paying for all three of their tickets.

“What first? Rides or food?” Bishop asks as he hands out their tickets.

“Rides.” They all say simultaneously and laugh.

She hears him before she sees him. That cruel laugh always echoes around their high school hallways so it’s recognizable even outside of their school. Bishop and Natalie moan simultaneously. Heather does for an entirely different reason. That dream from a few nights ago is still fresh in her head.

And it’s not like they did anything at all in the dream. It’s just the fact that she actually dreamed of him in the first place.

“Let's not go that way.” Nat says and although Bishop quickly agrees, Heather shrugs. A part of her wants to see him. He hadn’t come to school for the rest of the week and they haven’t had any more library project dates. She feels like if she could just see him, maybe she’ll get the thought of him out of her head. Especially if he’s being his typical cruel self.

Her friends head off towards the food trucks and Heather follows at a slight distance.

“Heather Nill.” She turns and is face to face with Ray. He’s grinning down at her, his eyes dancing with mischief. And probably alcohol. But mostly mischief.

“We need to discuss our project.” He nods to the ferris wheel, “On that, of course.”

She laughs, “Of course.”

She shakes her head but follows him to the line and within moments they’re being ushered into the seat and a bar is slammed down in front of them.

“No horse play.” Diggins, who’s manning the Ferris wheel, says with a note of annoyance as Ray begins to neigh.

Diggins meets her eyes, “You sure about this?”

She smiles, “It’ll be fine.

“Your funeral.” And he pushes the button to start lifting them. She hears someone shout her name and looks down to see Bishop staring at her with wide eyes. She waves at him innocently and he mouths what the fuck? Instead of attempting to answer she turns to Ray who seems to have been watching their exchange.

“Judge boy, your boyfriend or something?”

Heather shakes her head, “No. We’re just friends.”

Ray hums then nods down to Bishop who is now glaring at them. Or more likely at Ray. “You sure he knows that?”

She ignores the question as she does when Nat tries to point it out to her. The ferris wheel jerks to a stop, setting their chair rocking. Heather gasps and grabs onto the bar, her hand accidentally latching on top of his.

“Hey, it’s okay. They’re just letting more people on.” His eyes study her, “You afraid of heights or something?”

Shaking her head, Heather keeps her chin tilted slightly up, “It’s not the height, so much the fall from such a height.”

He chuckles lightly but instead of teasing her like she expects, or even scaring her, he flips his hand and twines their fingers together, squeezing. After a moment of hesitation, she lets her fingers curl around his.

The ferris wheel stops and goes a few more times before they find themselves stopped at the very top. Instead of looking down, she looks across the skyline and finds herself actually enjoying the beauty of Carp from up high. What beauty there can be found in such a small town that has chains attached to your ankles.

Ray pulls his hand from hers and slides it across the back of the bench, turning to face her. “So tell me, Nill. Why is being called ‘cute’ not panty dropping?” The spark in his eye is still there but his smile is gentle. Not cruel like she’s grown used to over the years.

Heather knows her face is bright red and she shakes her head.

“You did say you would explain.”

And so she just goes with it, “You called my sister cute just a few mins before saying the same about me. The last thing a girl wants to be is just cute. Especially to a guy that’s known to take many girls to his bed.”

Heather blanches as she realizes what she may have just implied. But he just leans closer to her, their lips only a breath or two away and whispers, “Do you want to come to my bed?”

She stares at his lips. Not sure if she wants to pull him closer to close the distance or push him away. Luckily for her the Ferris wheel makes the decision for her as it starts up again. This time it doesn’t stop, continuing its rotation for a good three minutes or so. They’re both silent. Ray now facing forward. Once they start to slow and it’s nearly their turn to get off, she asks if he can meet to work on their project the next day.

“Can’t. I have to work all day.”

“Okay.” She tucks her hair behind an ear and smiles at Diggins as he opens the bar to release them.

“You survived.” Diggins teases and in retaliation Ray grabs him around the neck and begins giving him a nuggy on his head. Being his loud and obnoxious self. Heather leaves poor Diggins to deal with it on his own as she makes her way down to Natalie who is waiting for her.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Natalie practically shouts and Heather glances behind her to make sure Ray isn’t nearby. Natalie grabs her arm and drags her away from the Ferris wheel, “Bishop is so mad. He stormed off. Probably left us without a ride.”

“He wouldn’t do that.” Heather protests.

Natalie hums watching Heather cautiously, “I don’t know. Seeing you on the Ferris wheel with Ray fucking Hall really got to him. Seriously, what the fuck?”

Heather brushes her hair back and shakes her head, “He said he wanted to talk about the project and I haven’t seen him since Tuesday. Stop looking at me like that.”

Natalie holds her hands up, “Something weird’s going on with you.”

And the thing is, Heather can’t disagree with that statement. Instead of seeing Ray and talking to him causing her to no longer feel the need to be around him, she feels more pressure from her lungs to spend time with him.

Natalie’s not wrong. What the fuck?

#heather x ray fanfic #ray x heather #nillhall fanfic #nillhall #ray hall #heather nill #my writing #panic fanfic #panic season 1

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Begin Again ~ Chapter 6

Summary: Walter Marshall is a dedicated homicide detective doing his best to balance his work life with being a single father to a teenage girl. Fiona Sparks is a woman doing her best to take care of everyone and everything around her, except for herself. Neither has had the best luck with relationships, but once they meet, they’re willing to give it another shot, this time with each other. (It’s basically just romantic fluff)

Pairing: Marshall and OFC.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of death, cancer.

A/N - This is a sequel to ‘All I’ve Ever Known’. I started writing this because I needed an escape for some personal stuff going on and my coping mechanism included giving Marshall all the love that man needed, and imagining him being the softest boyfriend to me, then passing those details on to Fiona (my OFC).

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

The next week started out well. Marshall’s closed case meant paperwork - which I knew he wasn’t a fan of - but it gave us the ability to spend more time together. After his court appearance on Monday, he stopped by the shop so I could see him in his suit. He was insanely handsome - he really did clean up nicely - but I preferred him looking like a big cozy bear in his thick sweaters, so I gave him the go ahead to change into something more casual for our date that night. Darcy, being the wonderful friend that she was, let me leave a few hours early so that Walter and I could meet up sooner. We had dinner and picked up everything he’d ordered for Faye’s room. Then we went to his house and he assembled the new furniture while I painted the old. Tuesday he picked me up and we had Chinese takeout before finishing the room. It took all night - I didn’t get home until close to one in the morning - but we both worked to get it done in time. And it was well worth it. I may have been an adult, but even I was a little jealous of how cute it had turned out. Faye’s birthday was the next day, Wednesday, and Marshall picked her up from school, then surprised her with it before taking her home. That evening while I was on the phone with him, she sent me a sweet text thanking me for helping him out and telling me how much she loved it.

Unfortunately, things started falling apart for me after that. Mom spent Thursday getting ready for her trip with my aunts that weekend, and despite how much I tried to convince myself that she would be okay, my anxiety wasn’t buying it. Since Dad died, I hadn’t spent a single night away from her. And with her cancer still feeling fresh in my mind, knowing that I wouldn’t be there with her if something were to go wrong made my anxiety worse. It came to a head Friday morning when I had a panic attack. I was having coffee when it hit me. The chest pains, the heart palpitations, the tingling in my arms, the numbness in my fingers and toes. I felt dizzy, my vision swimming. I knew what it was, I’d had them for more than half my life, and yet I was always scared it was something more. A heart attack usually. My mind could never comprehend how something like anxiety could cause such an intense physical reaction. But it did and when it was over, I was exhausted. I was thankful that I didn’t have to go to work - Darcy had closed the shop for the day - because the most I managed to do that morning was take a shower and put on sweatpants and an oversized sweater. By that afternoon, I felt torn between being too tired to do anything useful and needing something to distract me from dwelling on Mom going away. She wouldn’t let me help her with anything, so I finally settled on cleaning out the fridge. That’s where I was, trying to identify the contents of a container that had gotten pushed to the back, for who knows how long, when I got a text from Marshall.

Marshall: I wanted to see if you had plans for dinner? I know your mother is leaving this evening and didn’t know if you’d cook for yourself. I can take you out, or cook for you, if you’d like?

I wanted so badly to say yes, but I didn’t have the energy. Cleaning out the fridge was as much as I had been able to force myself to do, and even that was pushing it. There was no way I could manage to get ready for a date.

Me: I don’t have plans. Unfortunately I’m not feeling well. Do you take rainchecks on dinner?

I hated turning him down for several reasons. One being that I loved spending time with him, no matter what we did. But another was knowing that he wasn’t always going to have free time to spend with me. That these few weeks we’d had were rare, at least by his admission, and I felt like I was squandering it.

Marshall: I do take rainchecks. And I’m sorry that you’re not well. Is there anything I can do for you?

Me: No. It’ll pass. But thank you for offering. I promise I’ll make it up to you when I can.

Almost as soon as I sent it, he replied, like he’d anticipated what I was going to say and was waiting, his thumb hovering over the send button.

Marshall: You have nothing to make up for, Fi. Just let me know if I can get you anything.

Reading the text, I felt like crying. He was wonderful and there was no reason why I shouldn’t have been able to go out with him, except my brain decided to have a meltdown and destroy my whole day.

Me: I will. You’re too sweet, Walter. Thank you.

Marshall: That’s not possible.

Me: For you to be sweet? I highly disagree, mister.

Marshall: No. For anyone to be too sweet to you, love.

My heart fluttered for a moment, touched by how wonderful he truly was. But it was over quickly, replaced by tears. I’d finally found someone that I adored and that treated me better than anyone ever had, but even still, my anxiety fought it and that afternoon, it won.

A few hours later, June came by to pick up Mom. I carried her suitcase to the car, then made sure she had everything important in her purse.

“Fiona, I’ve got it, sweetie. I’ve got my medicine, my wallet, and my phone. Anything else I need, we can pull over and get.”

“What about your phone charger?” I asked.

“In the suitcase.”

“Your car charger?”

At that, she looked a little sheepish. “I did forget that one.”

“I’ll go grab it for you. Where is it?”

“I think it’s on my vanity. If not, don’t worry about it, Bird. June will have her phone, too.”

“I know, but I’d feel better if you had it. I’ll be right back.”

I ran upstairs and looked at Mom’s vanity. The charger wasn’t sitting on it, so I went through the drawers, searching for it with no luck. I didn’t know where else she would keep it, but I knew that if I asked, she would tell me to forget it and try to leave before I could find it. So I decided to give her mine to take instead. I had a backup one with a shorter cord in the bottom drawer of my nightstand.

“You’ll have to take mine. I can’t find yours,” I called, starting down the stairs.

“Well, I found something,” she called back. “There was a surprise on the doorstep.”

“Mom, I swear if you brought the neighbor’s cat in again, I’m telling. It’s not inhumane to have an outdoor cat,” I said. But when I reached the bottom of the staircase, I saw who she’d ‘found’ and couldn’t hold back my smile. It wasn’t a cat, thankfully. It was Marshall. He smiled back at me.

“Are you still going to tell on me?” Mom asked.

“I’ll consult with Detective Marshall here and decide,” I said, walking over to her.

Marshall was standing with one hand behind his back, the other holding a bouquet of wildflowers. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Well, we have to get on the road, so we’ll leave the two of you to it.” Mom turned and gently pulled my head down for her to kiss my forehead. “I love you, sweetie. I’ll call you when we get there.”

I handed her my charger and she put it in her purse. “I love you, too. Be careful and have fun, okay?”

“I will.” She looked up at Walter. “Would you do me a favor and keep an eye on her this weekend? She could cut one of her limbs off and wouldn’t tell me because she wouldn’t want to ‘bother’ me.”

He nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I will.”

She patted his arm. “Thank you.”

Mom and June gave me hugs before leaving. June told Marshall that it was nice to ‘finally’ meet him. I rolled my eyes but he smiled and said it was nice to meet her, too. I stood in the doorway and watched them leave. Once they were gone, I closed the door and turned back to Walter.

He rubbed his neck, looking a bit bashful. I didn’t think I could ever get used to him looking that way. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you sending her off.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure she was happy to have you here to be a buffer. I think she was half afraid that I was going to cling to her leg like I did when I was a kid and try to keep her from going.” I went to him and brushed a curl back from his forehead. I squinted at him playfully. “Now that I’m thinking about it, that was pretty convenient for her. Did she call you?” I joked.

He smiled enough for me to see the sharp end of his canines. “No. I was on my way home and wanted to check on you since you said you weren’t feeling well.” He held up the flowers. “And bring these to you.”

“That was sweet. Thank you.”

“Are you worried about your mum leaving?” he asked. I nodded. He put his free hand on my hip, drawing me closer. “I figured that may have been it, instead of you being ill.”

I put my hands on his chest, feeling the soft texture of his cable knit sweater under my palms. “I know she’s a grown woman, and I know she’s a lot healthier now than she was, and I know she’s going to be with family, so I really shouldn’t be worried, but I can’t help it.” I chewed my lip for a moment. “I had a panic attack this morning. I didn’t tell her, because I knew she’d know it was over her leaving and I didn’t want her to feel guilty,” I said. “But that’s why I asked about a raincheck for dinner. It drained me and I didn’t think I’d have the energy to go anywhere. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s understandable to be worried about her. You’ve taken care of her the whole time she was sick,” he said. “I’m sorry it caused you to have a panic attack, though.”

“I’m used to them. I’ve had them half my life.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

I shook my head. “It just drained me. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

“Would you like me to stay and keep you company?”

I looked down at my hands. “You don’t have to.”

“I know I don’t have to. Do you want me to?”

I took a deep breath. “Please,” I whispered.

He kissed the bridge of my nose, then put his forehead to mine. “I’ll stay as long as you want.”

I smiled. “Then you may never leave.”

“I wouldn’t complain.”

I looked up at him again. “Have you eaten? I could make us dinner.”

“Would you let me order take out for us instead?”

“You don’t trust my cooking?” I joked.

He smiled back. “It’s not that. I promise. But I would feel better if I felt like I was taking care of you, not the other way around.

I bit my lip for a moment, thinking. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he said, then placed a kiss on my forehead.

A flush instantly pinched at my cheeks, the heat spreading to my ears and neck, just from two simple words. “We should get those flowers in some water,” I said, moving back and taking them from his hand. I didn’t want him to see how flustered I was.

I walked to the kitchen and he followed. I found a vase in one of the cabinets and filled it with water, then I took the flowers from their wrapping and placed them inside. Marshall took the wrapping from me and put it in the trash while I arranged the flowers. Once I had them how I wanted them, I carried them to the table and placed them in the center. Marshall came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, and kissed my shoulder. I wasn’t a petite woman, but he engulfed me, making me feel dainty for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and melted into his touch.

“Thank you again for the flowers. They’re beautiful,” I said.

“You’re welcome.” He kissed my shoulder again, then kissed a trail from there up to my neck. I sunk further into him with each kiss. He finished with a soft, lingering kiss behind my ear. “What would you like to eat?”

“Do we have to eat? I kind of don’t want to move from right here.”

He laughed and I felt it rumble through me. “I assure you, I plan on resuming this as soon as dinner’s taken care of.”

“Promise?”

He nodded. “Yes, darling.”

“Keep calling me stuff like that and I’m going to be too weak in the knees to do anything else.”

He laughed again. “Is that so?”

I turned my head to look at him. He looked amused. “Yes, it is. Don’t act like you don’t know what kind of effect you have on me.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said with a slight smirk.

“Oh really?” I asked. He shook his head. I took his right hand away from my waist and moved it, placing it over my heart, and held it there with my own hand. “Call me darling again.”

He looked confused, but he did it anyway. “My darling, Fiona,” he said. Then I watched his eyes widen as he felt my heart rate pick up. “That’s because of one word?”

“It’s because of you. Because of how you say it. Because of how you make me feel when you say it.”

He gave me a kiss, soft and gentle, then smiled as he pulled back. My heart was beating faster and I knew he could feel it under his palm. “So it’s not just words,” he whispered, sending shivers through me. “My beautiful -” He kissed behind my ear. “Sweet -” He kissed my neck. “Smart -” My head tilted for him naturally. He kissed the underside of my jaw. “Darling,” he said, then pressed a kiss to my exposed collarbone.

Never in my life had a man made me feel the way Walter did. Especially right then. He surrounded me, crowded every one of my senses, and made me feel weak and strong at the same time. I could be vulnerable with him, let him know exactly what he did to me, and I wasn’t afraid he’d exploit it. I wasn’t afraid of him at all. He was protection. I knew that he would protect me, protect my heart, and so even though I could feel it beating so fast it almost hurt, I kept his hand pressed against it, wanting him to feel some small part of how he made me feel.

He let his lips linger on my collarbone for a moment, and then, to my surprise, he blew a raspberry on it. I squealed, my knees buckling at the sudden tickling sensation. He caught me, his arm around my waist tightening to keep me from falling. I burst into a fit of giggles and he laughed, too, moving his hand from my heart to circle around my waist, joining the other one.

“Are you ticklish?” he asked, still laughing.

“I didn’t think I was, but no one’s ever done that,” I said, my cheeks starting to hurt from how wide my smile was.

“Hm...this could be an interesting experiment, then.”

“No, sir!” I said, still laughing.

“Fine.” He kissed the side of my head. “It’s better when it’s a surprise anyway,” he said. He loosened his grip on me, then turned me to face him. He looked very satisfied with himself as he smirked at me. “Do you still want to do this, or will you let me order dinner now?”

I shook my head at him. “You sneaky bear,” I said, my smile never breaking. “Yes, you may order dinner now.”

“What would you like?”

“I think...a deep-dish pizza, please.”

He smiled. “Then pizza it is, love.”

Marshall ordered pizza, then he and I cuddled on the couch until it arrived. Then we ate it straight from the box while watching baking shows. After dinner, we got comfortable. He sat on the couch and I sat beside him, stretching my legs out and leaning my back against his chest. He wrapped me up in a blanket and held me. His hand occasionally playing with my hair, running his fingers through it. We didn’t talk very much, but we didn’t have to. Just him being there was enough to make me feel better. Eventually, my anxiety melted away, leaving me relaxed. My eyes were growing heavy when Mom called, the sound startling me.

“Hey Bird, did I wake you?” she asked.

“No. I’m watching TV. You’re fine.”

“You didn’t stay up for me, did you?”

“No. I’m watching a show with Walt.”

“Oh, is he still there?”

“He is. You’d be proud of him. He’s looked after me very well tonight.”

“That makes me feel better. You’ll have to tell him I said thank you.”

“I will. How was the drive? Did you guys get there okay?”

“We did. We ran into some snow, but it wasn’t too bad.” There was a pause, then I heard her yawn. “I won’t keep you. I just wanted to let you know we made it.”

“Thank you for letting me know. I’m glad you got there safely and I hope you guys have fun this weekend. Try not to get too crazy.”

“No promises, Fi.”

I laughed. “Alright. Go get some sleep, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetie. Goodnight.”

We hung up and I put my phone back on the coffee table.

“She made it to their hotel?” Marshall asked.

“Yeah. I didn’t realize they’d been gone that long.”

He looked at his watch, then raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t, either. It’s nearly midnight.” He rubbed his hand up and down my back. “I should probably go and let you sleep.”

I didn’t want him to leave, but I knew he must have been tired. He’d worked that day, then spent all evening taking care of me. I couldn’t ask him to stay any longer.

“Okay,” I said.

He helped me tidy up the living room, throwing away the trash from dinner and cleaning up the few dishes we’d dirtied. I walked him to the door. He gave me a hug and a kiss and I tried not to linger with either, not wanting him to see how reluctant I was to let him go. But he must have seen it or sensed it because as he was about to leave, he paused and turned back to look at me.

“You know, if you’re nervous about being here alone, I could stay with you,” he said. “I could sleep down here, on the couch, if you want.”

“I couldn’t ask you to sleep on the couch.”

“You’re not; I’m offering.”

I chewed my lip and looked down at my feet. “I could...I could ask you to sleep somewhere else, though,” I said quietly.

I watched his feet turn as he walked back to me. His hand gently lifted my face to look at him. “Do you want me to stay tonight, love?”

I nodded. “Please.”

He stroked my jaw softly with his fingers. His blue eyes were the softest I’d ever seen them. “All you ever have to do is ask.”

“Will you stay with me, Walter?”

“Yes.”

We locked up, then he followed me upstairs. I gave him the pair of sweatpants he’d loaned me when I’d painted Faye’s furniture because he was worried I’d ruin my jeans. I’d washed them, intending to return them on our next date. He changed into them while I was getting the pillows from the guest room. I watched him from the corner of my eye as I arranged the bed so we could share it, trying not to be shallow and stare as he pulled off his sweater, his T-shirt going with it. It was difficult. I knew he was muscular, even his sweaters couldn’t hide that, but seeing him for the first time took my breath away. He was so big and broad and manly. I’d never dated anyone that had even remotely come close to looking the same.

I got into bed and lay on my side. Marshall turned off the light, then joined me. He put his phone on the nightstand, then lay facing me. Even in the dark, he was beautiful.

“Thank you for this,” I said.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

“Would you mind holding me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

I rolled onto my other side and he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him, his chest pressed against my back. I rested my arm on top of his, my fingers threading down through his. He nosed the back of my neck, then kissed it, before resting his head behind mine.

“I love how warm you are,” I said, my eyes closing. “You’re like a big, strong blanket.”

“A hairy one at that.”

I laughed. “Yes, but I love that, too. Have you ever seen a shaved bear? They’re terrifying.”

It was his turn to laugh. It shook my whole body as he did. “What?”

“Have you never seen the picture of the shaved bear?”

“No. But what does that have to do with me, anyway?”

“You’re my bear.”

“Am I?” he asked. I nodded. “Does that mean I can’t ever shave my beard?”

I hummed sleepily. “I don’t know. I do really like it. I like all of your hair, though. Especially your curls.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. I always want to play with them. They’re soft.”

“You’re more than welcome to play with them anytime you want, then.”

“You’re so sweet.”

“And you get very complimentary when you’re tired,” he remarked, humor in his voice.

“Well, you deserve all the compliments.”

“Do I now?”

“Yes.” I yawned. “You’re my favorite person, you know? And you make me feel safe. Always,” I said. “Not that I feel unsafe without you, I just… I don’t know. You make me feel protected anytime I’m around you.” I let out a breath. “Especially right now.”

He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer. “You are always safe with me, love,” he said softly.

I melted further into his embrace. I could feel myself starting to drift off to sleep. The weight of his arm around me, the heat of him pressed against my back, it all felt so comforting, I couldn’t stay awake.

As I fell asleep, the last thought I had was that I was without a doubt falling in love with Walter Marshall.

A few hours later, I woke with a start. A phone was ringing and my first thought was that it was Mom. I sat up, groping in the dark for my phone. My worry turned to confusion when I realized it wasn’t my phone ringing. A moment later, the ringing stopped.

“Yeah, Marshall,” Walter answered the call, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. There was a pause and he let out a breath. “Okay, yeah, I’ll be there in thirty.” He hung up, putting his phone back on the nightstand, and sat up beside me. He put his hand on my back. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “I thought it was Mom. It scared me for a second.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine.” I took a deep breath, reaching out to touch him, my hand landing on his knee. “You have to go?”

“Yeah. There was a shooting.” He rubbed my back softly. “Will you be able to go back to sleep?”

“I think so,” I said. “Do you want me to make you coffee while you get dressed? I have a thermos I can put it in.”

He shook his head. “No, don’t worry about me. Just go back to sleep. I’ll lock up behind me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He moved his hand from my back up to the back of my head and cradled it as he kissed me before getting out of bed. I watched him as my eyes adjusted to the dark. He went to the chair where he’d put his clothes and swapped his sweatpants for his jeans. His black boxer briefs gave me my first glimpse of his muscular thighs with nothing hiding them, before covering them again. He pulled on his shirt and sweater, then sat long enough to put on his boots. He came back to the bed, putting his phone in his pocket, then came around to my side.

“I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he said, sitting beside me.

I shook my head at him. “Don’t be. It means a lot that you stayed as long as you did.”

He cupped my face in his hand. I leaned into it. He stroked my cheek. “I’ll call you later and check in on you, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. “Lay down,” he whispered. “I’ll tuck you in.” I lay back down and he pulled the covers up around me, tucking them around me. He bent and gave me another kiss to my temple. “Goodnight, Fi.”

I had to fight every urge that wanted me to hold on to him and ask him to stay. “Be careful, Walt.”

He smiled at me. “Always, love.”

He left and I’d never felt so alone. The bed was cold and I missed him. I grabbed the pillow he’d been sleeping on and hugged it to me. It smelled like him. With that scent still there, I felt my body relaxing, and soon I fell back to sleep.

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Walter Marshall #Walter Marshall fan fiction #Walter Marshall/OFC #Night Hunter #Night Hunter fan fiction #Nomis #Nomis fan fiction #Henry Cavill fanfiction #Henry Cavill fanfic #Detective Walter Marshall #Begin Again

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littlepumkinseed · 3 years

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More FanFiction writing

Of course it’s Moroha X Hisui

(Guys they need a ship name-)

I’m not a good writer, just so everyone knows but

I love this pair so much even though their actions with each other have been small.

So this one sets place after they find their parents,

First off I don’t know how they're going to find them.

Second I’m just going to assume there was an amazing battle and they won, yay! And now Towa and her gang and the Inu gang, plus Kohaku-

And third I wrote this before I watched episode 5, and I did not see the Miroku cameo so just assume he was trapped along with everyone else.

Warning for Inu’s mouth

Everyone now are on their way home.

The newly freed parents are now beginning to notice the little things between their kids.

🥀 A Little Thing 🥀

God she was tiny. Tinier than Kagome and that was saying a lot when Inuyasha considered the size of his wife. Kagome stood right under his chin but Moroha, his baby girl, stood an inch or two under his shoulder.

She was a little thing, Moroha looked like a mini Kagome…. But she was just like him.

Now that worried him.

She was a handful when she was a child, he had always worried about her, but now he was now terrified.

Yesterday to him Moroha was only a four year old, small, wild, and innocent. Inuyasha had promised her the day she was born that she would never have to live what he’s lived through. That she would be raised with both a mother and a father with as much love that a child needed and more, and he failed. He wasn’t there, and she didn’t even have Kagome. She’s been alone for ten years.

Ten god damn years.

She’s grown up the same way he had, so it only makes sense that she would be just like him.

In the final battle Inuyasha noticed how Moroha charged in, he saw her attitude, how she seemed to have copied his best moves without ever learning from him. She fought with a sword like a pro even though when she was four she only ever played with a wooden sword. Her laugh though, that was all Kagome.

When she was four he had a lot of worries but now that she was older he had over a hundred.

His number one worry right now though was boys. The boy he’s worried about the most right now is Hisui, the monks own mini copy. Also from the talk of his brothers twins, it seems like Koga might have his own son.

Just his luck.

But sense he hasn’t met the little prick Hisui is the only one on his hit list.

He began to see the little things between Hisui and Moroha on their way home from the final battle.

Hisui was quick to offer Moroha help if looked like she needed it.

Moroha constantly teased Hisui, mostly about his hair. It looked neat and well groomed in the front but when it was up in the back it wasn’t small like Mirokus, Hisui’s hair was fluffy and tangled. Moroha tended to tug on it.

When the group was walking both Hisui and Moroha would slow down to joke and talk in the back.

Near the second day on their way back home they stopped by an inn. They were tired, some of them still even a little injured so they decided to stay the night. The Inn had a bath house, Sesshomaru's twins and Moroha went first, Hisui went with Kohaku to discuss with the demon slayers. Sango stayed, she said she was retired and didn’t want to spend her entire life fighting especially because she already lost ten years of it.

Sense all the kids have left he was going to pull Kagome aside to not only kiss her, because he’s only done that once in the past two days and he has ten years of kissing to catch up on, but he was going to tell her about the little Hisui thing but apparently Miroku wanted to bring it up first.

The moment Hisui left, Sango was spreading out the sleeping mats, and Kagome was sorting through her old yellow backpack, now Morohas.

“Isn’t this surprising people?! Not only are we alive and well, but! Our children are now young adults! And we are planning a wedding!”

Inuyasha chokes.

“Miroku what are you talking about?” Asked a skeptical Sango.

Inuyasha knew what he was talking about.

“Miroku, you've been back for less than a week and you're already playing matchmaker?” Asked his Kagome.

He was going to have to kill Miroku before he killed Hisui.

“Kagome from my experience you're the matchmaker here.” Bozo gestured to him and Sango. This caused his wife to laugh.

Maybe Inuyasha could snap his neck and make a run for it. Grap Moroha along the way, maybe Kagome would understand.

“Who’s getting married to Miroku?” Sango asked getting up from the bedding, crossing her arms.

“Why, Hisui and Moroha!”

…

“MIROKU-!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“And how would you know that husband of mine?”

“Kagome?! Why is this wonderful?! She’s fourteen!” Inuyasha practically screeched at his wife. “Calm down Inuyasha! She doesn’t have to marry him it’s just cute she has a boyfriend-“

“That’s what your friends from the future called me and we got married!”

“Well Inuyasha in our era it is appropriate for girls of 14 to wed.”

“Shut up Bouzo! In Kagome's era girls got married over the age of 18! You’ve been trying to get Hisui with Moroha since the day she was born!”

“Miroku tell me how you would know our son is marrying Moroha?” Sango hands were now on her hips as she stomped over to her husband.

“Don’t you see? The way he looks at her is the way I look at you Sango, and Moroha looks at him the way Kagome looks at you Inuyasha.”

“Well isn’t that beautiful? Too bad your son isn’t fit for Moroha.”

“Inuyasha! Hisui is a nice young man!”

“HE'S A SMALL MIROKU KAGOME”

“Um from what uncle Kohaku has told me I take after my mom more…”

The adults in the room froze.

Turning slowly they faced the sliding screen door. There stood an amused Kohaku and a flustered Hisui.

“You take after me..?” Sango asked quietly

The rather red Hisui gave a simple nod.

…

“OH THANK GOD” Sango cried and ran to her son and dragged him in an embrace.

“What's with all the commotion?” Towas voiced echoed from the hallway, coming around the corner the young youth stood with a towel around her shoulders, her white hair still wet from the bath. She reminded Inuyasha almost nothing of his brother.

“From what I can hear it’s about Hisui, what do you do this time?” Setsuna is the one that reminded him of his brother the most. She makes him shiver with her cold glare.

“Oh don’t yell at him Setsu!” His daughter's teasing voice rose as she pushed past the twins. Her hair was down, now she really was a mini Kagome.

Mini Kagome skipped over to Hisui, her wet hair left droplets of water on the ground as she moved.

Sango chuckled as Moroha elbowed her son, Hisui looked absolutely mortified.

Maybe if he’s scared of him Inuyasha wouldn’t have to kill him, he’ll just stay away from Moroha.

“I’m sure they're just teasing him! Isn’t that right Hisui? Wow your red.”

“Is someone going to tell us what you guys did to Hisui” Towa asked as she walked over to a sleeping mat.

“Well you see-“

“Don’t tell them Miroku!”

“But I-“

“I This stupidity has gone on long enough.”

“Why are you still here anyways!” Inuyasha hollered looking out the sliding door on the other side of their room where Sesshomaru stood outside looking at the forest.

“I’m here for my offspring.”

“Then why don’t you join them inside?”

“Because I would rather not get caught up in another one of your groups' love quarrels.”

Inuyasha was going to kill everyone but his wife and daughter. This

Was

Not

A love discussion, Moroha isn’t in love with Hisui. She isn’t going to marry anyone! They are going to go home and he’s going to raise her the best way he can with what little time he has left-

Oh god. Inuyasha sniffed the air, as did his daughter in the background.

He knew that scent and apparently so did his daughter.

“Sorry to cut the conversation short but I got to go!” Moroha yelped as she ran past Inuyasha and through the door passed Sesshomaru who was also sniffing the new scent that had entered the air.

“Inuyasha what is it?” Kagome asked besides him

“Fucking. Wolfs.” Inuyasha growled as he stomped out of the inn next to his brother as two whirlwinds zoomed over the grassy hills.

Coming to a stop the first whirlwind was easy to see.

Koga.

Besides him a young youth appeared from the wind. One with a matching face of Koga’s.

Fuck. The wolf pup had a wolf pup.

This isn’t going to be a little thing.

-Fin

@mandirox @misteria247 @nat-the-cat-123 @hopidoodle @dreamerredstreak @adorablemoroha @crazyimmunity92 @beanyboobee @nectarine500 @raevofdamned

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derireo · 3 years

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Okay hear me out, Izumi was a babysitter for Masumi when he was young and one day she tells him how lonely she is too due to her dad leaving and her mom working constantly. So lil Masumi then promises to marry her so they can no longer be lonely anymore. Cue Act 1 where he finally meets her again but she doesn’t remember him. Masumi then promises himself to make sure she’s never lonely, even if it means hooking her up with another guy (whoever you want it to be) and losing his first love/crush.

the inevitable

"Then let's get married when we're older." Masumi said, serious. He was sitting across from Izumi on the large sofa in his living room, both of them on either side.

Izumi was quietly explaining to Masumi how she enjoyed his company, despite their eight year age gap; him being eight while she was sixteen.

She spent most of her days taking care of Masumi in his home. It would be school and then babysitting, school, babysitting, school, babysitting—you get the gist.

It's not that Izumi had to do it. She could have easily said no. Even now, she could just stand up and leave if she wanted to, just as long as she called an assistant or a maid or another worker who would watch over Masumi until they found someone new.

But Izumi liked it here. The silence in her own home was far too quiet and she didn't really mind filling in the empty space at a lonelier kid's house.

He was easy to take care of, a quiet child who liked to do things on his own which allowed Izumi to do her school work. She'd play music for the both of them to relax to as they did their own things, Masumi more often than not asking her who the artist was or what the song was called.

Masumi was a cute one, too. Izumi liked to pinch his chubby cheeks whenever it was time for Masumi to eat his lunch or his dinner for the day and he let her, when normally he didn't like it when others approached him this way.

She'd been taking care of this kid for a while, and she saw him like a little brother.

"I– what? Why?" Izumi laughed in surprise and leaned back into her corner of the sofa with a smile. To receive such a sudden proposal from a kid was amusing, but what was funnier to her was that Masumi didn't look like he was joking.

There was an indignant frown on his face as he crawled across the sofa to sit closer to Izumi.

"I don't want you to feel lonely anymore." He murmured shyly, reaching out with his small hands to envelope one of Izumi's own. She smiled at his sincerity and ruffled his hair with her unoccupied hand, offering up the empty space in her arms for the child to crawl into to comfort him.

It looked like he had accidentally brought his own mood down.

"I'm used to it, Masumi-kun." She soothed, gently petting his hair.

"I, for one, don't want you to feel lonely. That's why I always pick you up from school and stay with you in your house until you go to sleep."

"I don't feel lonely. I don't care." Masumi grouched unhappily at Izumi's words and sulked into her side, his rest resting on her shoulder while she cradled him in one arm, a manuscript balancing itself on her thighs.

"That's not something you should say." She scolded him, looking away from the child's grumpy face to skim over the text on her lap.

"Whatever. I'm going to marry you once I'm old enough, and I'm going to always be by your side." He vowed for the both of them and dug his face into the crook of Izumi's neck while she let out another laugh, flipping through the pages to her book.

"Okay, kiddo."

After that day, Izumi continued to take care of him for a few months until the devastating news that Masumi was going to be living abroad for the next few years surfaced. Even worse was that, Izumi's mother was set on moving away too as they had found a new home to live in; a home for just two people.

Masumi was in tears when Izumi decided to say goodbye to him at the airport before he and his small family left, and he clung onto her desperately when he was told that they needed to head to terminal.

"Izumi, I don't want to go." He sobbed into her chest and clutched at her as she was the only thing that tied him down to this world. It broke Izumi's heart.

"I don't want you to either, but it'll be hard for me to convince your parents to stay." She explained to him; trying to avoid words like 'can't'. If she used a word that had negative connotations like that, it would only hurt Masumi more and make him confused.

'Why can't you?' She could hear him ask.

Before the two could say anything else, Masumi was pried away from Izumi by his father, the young child letting out another sob that nearly ripped Izumi's heart out.

And that was the last time they saw each other until another eight years had passed.

God, when Masumi saw her again.. it felt like he had ascended to Heaven.

He moved back to Japan once his parents deemed him old enough to live on his own in their old house, sending him home at the age of fourteen.

It had been two years since he came back and not once did he see her until today.

He was walking around Veludo Station when he saw Izumi and Sakuya performing a street act; and when he saw her all grown up and pretty, it felt like a truck had hit him.

His heart was stuck in his throat when she noticed him staring, and he quickly hopped down to where she stood with Sakuya, effectively startling the two.

"If you're a part of the troupe.. I'll join." He muttered, much to the joy of Izumi, Sakuya, and that old looking dude.

He smiled a little when he saw how her eyes sparkled with relief, but wasn't sure what to make of it when she gave him another glance and didn't seem to recognise the little boy she used to care for.

So it was a bitter feeling as time dredged on at Mankai with Izumi still not realising that he was Masumi Usui, the Masumi Usui that she babysat when they were younger.

That bitter feeling would turn impossibly more acrid when he'd watch her interact with the other men in the company, but it was even worse when he would notice her working alone in the dining area or the lounge room; piles of papers seemingly neverending as she silently worked into the night.

It was an image he never wanted to see.

She worked tirelessly to keep this company afloat and on top of that travelled around the city to help with other theatres, never giving herself a break nor the time to just eat and recharge, let alone spare any time for anyone to have a conversation with.

Watching her from areas she wouldn't figure out he was hiding in, Masumi would feel his heart sink whenever she finished for the night, picking up her materials to leave for her room.

There was no one to sit beside her or come and fetch her. No one to kiss her head and tell her that she did well. No one to hold her hand and tell her that she shouldn't be working so hard when there are others that she can rely on.

Masumi wanted to be the person to do that; wanted to be the person who took hold of that special finger on her left hand to be able to do all of those things.

But how could he when their promise to marry was left in the dust? Her memories of him forgotten and pushed all the way to the back of her mind?

...and then there was Sakyo.

That good for nothing Yakuza piece of crap who dared to even insinuate that he would use Izumi's body to pay off the debt.

Masumi was seething in his bed when he found out that that man would be joining their company.

"I don't like him." Masumi said one morning while eating his breakfast with Sakuya and Itaru, scooping a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth with a glare.

"What, 'cause it's obvious he likes the Director?" Itaru chuckled and took a sip of his coffee, tapping away at something on his screen while Sakuya looked over to see Izumi and Sakyo discussing something important in the lounge area.

"Well– yeah. But he's mean to her too." Masumi muttered glumly, poking at his egg with his spoon. Sakyo would always be caught glaring or staring at Izumi, as if waiting for her to do something wrong so that he could clean it up right away.

Masumi didn't like how Sakyo did that, but Izumi never seemed to mind.

"'Cause he cares?" Itaru scoffed, coffee spoon hanging from his mouth while he let a grumpy Masumi steal some of his breakfast.

"You ever experience tough love, kid?"

"Only Izumi's." Masumi sighed, resting a hand on his chest to calm his running heart. Then Masumi paused. “Wait. Does that mean Izumi loves me?”

“Uh.” Itaru tapped his spoon against his tongue. “Yes and no.”

Sakuya smiled at the gentle answer Itaru gave and looked at Masumi with a gentle look in his eyes, reaching out to pat his junior on the shoulder. “I’m sure Izumi’s in good hands with Sakyo, Masumi. I think...he has all the things that the director needs.”

“What do you mean?” The young boy frowned, to which both Sakuya and Itaru shared a brief glance.

“Well. He’s mature.” Itaru listed off.

“I’m mature for my age.” Masumi argued back.

Itaru ignored it. “He’s responsible.”

“Me too.” Masumi gritted.

“And he’ll always be there for Izumi. Right by her side.” Itaru finished off, talking as if he knew what he was talking about as he took the last sip of his coffee and stood up from the dinner table to put his cup in the sink.

“There’ll come a day when you leave with everyone else, Masumi.” The adult warned gently, patting the kid’s hair while lazily shrugging his business coat on. “But it’s quite obvious that Sakyo has his reasons for being here.”

And it was then, that Masumi felt his heart drop. Because Itaru was right. He could very much well be taken back overseas by his father again if he so choose to; reminded of the time when he had to part with Izumi when they were younger.

Would she forget him again if he had to go? Would he be removed from her memories again? Would he have to experience meeting her for the first time all over again if he came back?

Masumi wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through that again. If Masumi had to leave; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to come back at all.

The pain he felt when she looked at him with no sign of recognition was almost unbearable.

He didn’t have a viable enough reason to stay here. He knew his father would drag him back to his own home anytime, and Masumi wouldn’t have a good enough reason to keep him from doing that.

But Sakyo did. Sakyo was here because he was indebted to someone, and because he held a history in this very theatre.

What did Masumi have?

Nothing.

“Don’t think too hard about it.” Itaru consoled the silent child who sat with Sakuya and left the pair with a solemn bow. He saw how the light slowly left Masumi’s eyes and heard how loud the cogs in his head were turning.

Itaru was sorry.

“Hey.” Sakuya prodded, lightly patting Masumi on the back to make him snap out of it. “You can stay home today. I’ll ask the director if she can call the principal to report your absence.”

“Okay.” Masumi murmured, picking at his egg once more before eating whatever was left on his plate. Izumi always told him never to waste his food.

He hated how Itaru was right, but he didn’t have the power to do anything about it.

But just because he’s leaving Izumi in Sakyo’s hands doesn’t mean that he’s going to leave her be. He’ll still be there for her when he sees that nobody else is. He’ll still stay by her side until he has to be ripped away from her.

He knew he wasn’t going to be here for long, so could you really blame him?

She was just going to forget about him when he left anyways.

But at least he’ll leave knowing that she isn’t alone anymore.

#masumi usui #izumi tachibana #sakyo furuichi #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#this was one of my favourite rqs but it got too long so i had to cut it early.#thank you for this long ago ask anon!

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missnmikaelson-main · 3 years

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A Year to Eternity? Chapter 10

“Okay,” Bonnie sighed, melting into the curve of his slick chest, “I guess I get it now.” She suspected the twist of their limbs, tangled together on the narrow couch, was the only thing keeping her from thumping on the stone floor.

“Are you sure?” Pale fingers drew patterns across her dark stomach, glowing against the rich colour. “I’d be happy to demonstrate again. I don’t know that you’re faint enough if you can still articulate your thoughts.”

“I lack the strength to move, and I’m pretty sure I’m molded to you.” She rolled her neck and exaggerated a groan.

She felt him smile against her throat. Her fingers traced the contours of his hand, catching first at his ring and again at his watch band.

“Bonnie?” He kissed her shoulder.

“Hmm?” She moved back up and played with his ring.

“What are you thinking about?”

The touch of his hand became unbearably tender, drawing a million and one thoughts to the forefront of her mind. Each weighed heavier than the last. Qetsiyah’s spell swirled around her mind, mingling with Elena and the baby and him.

“Topics too heavy for the moment,” her eyes flicked to the shelf and then down, mapping the two inches of space between her and the sudden drop. “You know, I do have a little extra space here.”

“What’s your point?” He hugged her closer.

“Wow,” she giggled, banishing the mess in her mind as she rolled in his arms. “I never would have pegged you for a cuddler.”

“Don’t tell anybody,” his hands explored the hollow spaces on her back. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

He kissed a line along her cheek.

“So,” she chewed her bottom lip, “is this going to be a one-time thing?”

He stiffened for a moment before pushing up on one elbow; an unreadable expression entered his eyes.

“Is that what you want?” His hand stilled on her spine.

“Is that what you want?” She countered. After his last relationship she couldn’t imagine him being in a great rush to leap into another one with a witch, not that she wanted one either. With everything she knew to be on the immediate horizon she knew it wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

She also didn’t want a one off.

“I asked you first,” he lifted his hand, brushing her bangs aside.

Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheek.

“No,” she whispered, breath cool against his jaw.

“Good,” he grinned, slow and bright, “once could never be enough with you, darling.”

“Does that line work a lot?” She rolled her eyes.

“I’ve never tried it before.” His brows drew together, eyes darting towards the insistent buzz of his phone. The vibration caused his jacket to sway where it hung off the table.

“You gonna get that?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Is so far away,” he groaned.

“It could be Davina calling to…”

“Scream?” He smirked, cutting her off.

“Or, heaven forbid, give us the spell,” she gasped.

“It’s still far,” he sighed.

She held out a hand. His phone flew across the space and settled in her palm. “Now are you going to answer, or is it still too far?”

He checked the caller ID and answered, putting the call on speaker. “Nik?”

“What do you know about dragons?” Elijah’s voice chimed in a second later.

“Specifically how to kill one?”

~oOo~

“What is that supposed to mean?” Caroline muttered, snatching two knives from the block so fast they were a silver streak. “Stab it in the soft spot? How are we supposed to find the soft spot?”

She heard a distinct rustle from the phone Klaus had put on speaker so they wouldn’t have to strain: turning pages and shifting fabric.

“I’ve told you everything I know,” the flipping of pages paused, “even though I’m convinced this is all an ill-timed practical joke.”

“You think I would joke about this?” Caroline sapped an arm towards the window, narrowly avoiding Klaus’ arm.

“I think you’ve never been the kill first, ask questions later sort.”

She stabbed the counter, sinking the blade four inches into the wood. Then she snatched up Klaus’ phone and flipped it to video, turning the camera around when Bonnie’s face filled the screen.

The mirror of what appeared on Kol’s screen filled with fire. It lasted for several long seconds. Then the source cut off and the remnants disappeared, leaving behind smouldering grass and a shower of sparks. Through the wavering smoke appeared a horned head and the outline of a wing.

“Holy shit!” Bonnie clapped a hand to her mouth. Kol’s slack face appeared over her shoulder.

Caroline pointed as she flipped the camera around.

“That thing nearly burnt me to a crisp at Elena’s - I don’t even want to think about if she’d been there alone…”

“She’s hardly been alone in weeks,” Klaus scoffed.

“Not now, Niklaus.”

“Shut up!” Caroline glared. “Then it nearly burned down a school full of sleeping children, and would have without Hope. Now give me something useful because I’m gonna kill it, skin it and make a new pair of boots.”

“A-all I’ve got is soft spot. It will be a thinner skin than the rest of the body.”

“How do you propose we get close enough to find it?” Elijah eyed the wall of flame. There was no conceivable way to know whether dragon fire could kill them. At the very least they would spend several hours incapacitated and useless.

“EVACUATE THE BUILDING. ALL STUDENTS AND STAFF EVACUATE.”

“What are the odds the students will think this is a drill?”

Caroline rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “At least fifteen dorm rooms look out this way.”

~oOo~

Elena slipped between students in pyjama’s and various stages of bed head, teenage boys yanked on t-shirts and girls hopped along, attempting to put on shoes.

“Elena!”

She spun left to where Josie and Lizzie elbowed their way towards her. Well, Lizzie elbowed; Josie trailed behind, yawning and scrubbing a pillow creased cheek.

“What are you doing here?” Lizzie clung to Josie’s hand.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Josie wrinkled her nose. “Do you smell smoke?”

“Yes, I know what’s going on, and you two need to evacuate with the rest of the school.” She adjusted Serena, pressing her tight to her breast.

“You’re not evacuating,” Lizzie crossed her arms. Her face hardened in the way Caroline’s did when she felt particularly stubborn; all tight lips and narrow eyes.

“I will be in a few minutes.” Elena met her hard stare. She knew how to deal with Caroline, and Lizzie lacked the stiff backbone of her mother; it was there, she hadn’t grown into it yet. “Which room is Hope’s?”

“The third one on the left,” Josie yawned, tugging on her sister’s arm. “Come on.”

“But we don’t know what’s going on,” she protested.

“You’ll find out later,” Elena rolled her eyes. She turned down the hall as Josie succeeded in tugging her away; she caught a glimpse of them as she stepped into the bedroom.

Books and photographs covered the shelves where Hope stood, an anthology balanced precariously on one arm for her hand to flip through.

“Okay,” she nodded slowly, “there’s an actual, honest, fire breathing dragon outside and the school is evacuating, but you’re brushing up on Shakespeare.” She shook her head suddenly and sighed. “Mikaelsons.”

“It’s a spell book,” Hope explained, glancing up before returning to the frantic flip of pages, “unsanctioned black magic.”

“I should probably be more surprised,” Elena crossed the room, stopping next to Landon. “Did you know about this?”

He shook his head.

“What spell are you looking for?” Elena peered at the book when Hope came to a stop. An upside down skull yawned at her.

“This one,” she breathed. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the thick paper from the binding.

“That’s a…” Elena’s eyes widened. “Hope; this is not your responsibility.”

“I have to do something,” she clamped down on her shaking lip. “Dad and Uncle Elijah are still down there, and they’re not going to leave.”

“All you have to do is get out,” she frowned.

“The last time I ran I lost my mom.” Moisture made her eyes impossibly blue.

“Hope, that was not your fault,” she reached for her hand and took the spell. The page crumpled between her fingers. “You’re fifteen years old, and, Mikaelson or not, you shouldn’t have the weight of the world on your shoulders. You’re still a kid, so go be a kid. Evacuate with Landon and let the adults handle this.”

“But the spell needs to be cast, and…”

“And you don’t have to do it,” Elena folded the spell, and shuffled Serena into the crook of Hope’s arm. “Now, I want you to take Landon, and take my baby, and evacuate. And while you’re doing that, cross your fingers and hope a traveller with doppelgänger blood is strong enough.”

She walked with them down the stairs, parting ways at the base with a quick kiss to Serena’s head and a squeeze of Hope’s shoulder.

She spared a moment to watch them head towards the tunnels before slipping into the library.

“Dorian,” she called, grabbing his attention. Her eyes met his when he looked up from his book. “I need a knife,” she pointed to the dagger on the table. “That one will do.”

“Why do you need a knife?” He made no move to stop her from taking it.

“Because I’m about to do something colossally stupid, and if I go in the kitchen there are three people who will stop me,” she carried it carefully as she raced out. “Thanks.”

Without a baby in her arms she did what she hadn’t in months and sprinted, relying on luck to make it past the kitchen doors without vampiric interference. In her head she repeated everything Bonnie had tried to drill into her. The things she had let slide partly because she had been lost in her own head and partly because she didn’t want to think about the possibilities; anything a witch could do she could do by virtue of her blood.

She slammed the door behind her, purchasing a few seconds of time. The blade sliced through her palm. Crimson blood ran in a stream down her arm, dripping from the dagger and her palm.

She heard the first shout when she unfolded the spell.

The dragon circled towards her, but Hope’s boundary kept all but the heat from licking her skin.

Power coursed through her, spiralling towards the dragon.

“Tenebris anima vestra contundito mortem et conteret spiritum. Frange vitam colite corde ut sub terra esse, ad tenebras usque in sempiternum.”

The energy broke. Darkness washed over her.

When she came to, Elijah held her in his arms. Her eyes flicked lazily toward the vague shapes a few feet away. She had to blink a few times before the crouched forms of Klaus and Caroline came into focus.

Through the ringing in her ears she heard his voice and rolled her eyes up then down, frowning at the bloody appendage uncomprehendingly. Her throat and stomach revolted, but he forced the blood down. With each swallow her head cleared until she found the strength to push him away.

“Are you going to tell me how stupid that was?” She grimaced at the feel of tacky blood on her wrist and in her mouth. “That I’m a reckless idiot?”

“Do you need more blood? I think you have me confused with a Salvatore.” He arched an eyebrow, smiling when his comment drew a small laugh. “That was reckless though; you should have told me.”

“How would you have helped?” She rolled her eyes.

“I could have been here to catch you and saved the egregious head wound.”

She touched her hand to the back of her head and came back with still warm blood. She blinked at it, rubbing her fingers together.

“So the spell’s not the thing that hurt me?” She straightened her spine. “Did I at least slay the dragon?”

“Maybe if you had shined your armour first,” Klaus called.

Elena scrambled to her feet, grasping the knife as she stood.

The dragon, in human form, pushed up onto it’s/her elbows and scurried backwards awkwardly. Fear and anger transformed it’s/her features and if not for the faint glow in it’s/her throat someone might have mistaken it/her for a human.

“I knew I forgot something,” she tried to snap her fingers but the blood made them stick. She handed the dagger to Caroline. “Sorry, I kinda stole this.”

Dark eyes locked on the blade.

A soot covered hand reached up. The rage turned demanding and the sound it/she made could only be described as a pleading whine.

“You want this?” Caroline held up the dagger, still coated in a thin line of Elena’s blood. The dragon/woman on the ground wiggled it’s/her fingers but voiced no words; she wasn’t sure that it/she could. “Why?”

It/She didn’t answer, but the brows lowered. The spell had weakened it/her because the moment fire gleamed in her eyes Caroline had the time to strike, sinking the blade into her glowing throat.

“Soft spot,” she pulled it free, glancing over her shoulder. “I think I’ll skip the boots.”

~oOo~

Caroline collapsed on the sofa, heedless of the mud up her calves and the dirt beneath her just manicured nails. The furniture had survived blood spills and two girls who had made it their personal mission to drop anything and everything that could stain.

The office couch could handle a little dirt.

“Are you as exhausted as I am?” She pushed her hands through her hair, streaking mud through the blonde curls.

“Physically, no,” Klaus’ voice rumbled over her head.

Cushions pushed into her stomach under his arm’s weight on the back of the couch. She cracked one eye open, peering up through mascara clumped lashes.

“Mentally?” She crossed her arms low over her stomach.

“I just buried a dragon’s body near a mass grave of witches after watching you and Elena play knights-in-shining-armour,” he reached down, wiping away a smudge above her eyebrow. “It’s going to take some time to wrap my mind around that. And then there is her child to contend with.”

“It’s been a wild morning.” The left side of her mouth quirked up.

“And it’s only ten,” he mirrored her expression.

She groaned, kicking at the armrest. A million things loomed. The rumours needed to be stopped. Explanations, that she didn’t have, needed to be given. And four new teachers had to be hired to replace the ones who quit after Alaric confirmed, to the staff, that there had actually been a dragon ready to burn them all to a crisp.

A million things to do before her ten o’clock flight out of JFK.

“I’m sure Alaric can handle the running of the school while you catch your breath, sweetheart.” He cocked his head, listening to the distant sound of whispering children and teenagers attempting to study. “Can I ask you something?”

“Saying no has never stopped you,” she shrugged.

“On the contrary,” he waved a finger, “it’s stopped me many times where you’re concerned.”

“Not when it comes to questions.” Caroline rolled her eyes without opening them. “What is it?”

“Were you really going to run?”

Her eyes snapped open as the breath stilled in her lungs. Slowly she sat up and swung her legs, resting her heels on the floor, but that was as close as she got to standing up, suddenly fascinated by her filthy hands; she wasn’t certain how long she stared before her moved.

“Caroline,” Klaus came around and sat, taking her cool hand between his, “when I first found out about Hayley’s pregnancy from witches who wanted to blackmail me I told them to kill her and the baby - don’t tell Hope.”

She inhaled through the thickness in her throat. There would be zero judgement from him. She knew that, but knowing didn’t make voicing her thoughts and airing her deepest shame any easier.

“I was terrified,” she began, clinging to him. “They weren’t… I wasn’t… they grew inside of me. I felt them move, and when they were born… I knew they weren’t mine, but they…” she paused to take a shaking breath. Every word came out a little easier. “They felt like mine, and I didn’t think that they should because I was just the surrogate. But I had all of these feelings that I never thought I’d feel.”

Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She swiped at them, feeling his attentive gaze as she smudged mascara along her temple.

“I was supposed to be building a life for myself, and there I was having my heart stolen by two newborns, who weren’t even mine, with clocks ticking ominously over their heads,” she sniffed and swallowed, raising her eyes. “So, yeah, I was ready to run and maybe even flip the switch so I wouldn’t go back.”

He smoothed his thumb over her knuckles. “Ticking clock?”

“They’re Gemini twins,” she breathed, “not just siphons.”

“Gemini,” he breathed, frowning, “isn’t that the coven that…” his eyes widened, flooding with horror.

Caroline nodded.

“When they turn twenty-two they have to merge. That’s why I was in Brazil; it was another dead end lead that got my best friend hurt.”

“Caroline…”

“I know, I know,” she huffed. “You and Elena have both told me that it’s not my fault.”

“It’s not,” he slid an arm around her shaking shoulders, “but that’s not what I was going to say.”

Her head came to rest on his chest. The soothing motion of his hand rubbing circles on her arm threatened to lull her into sleep, but she had too much to do. “I’m supposed to be on the red eye tonight: Paris.”

“I happen to have contacts across the world,” he murmured into her hair, “including Paris. Though it’s not quite how I imagined showing you the city.”

“Klaus,” she straightened, “I… you…”

“I happen to owe you a lot, love.” He tucked a curl behind her ear. “You saved my daughter, Caroline. Let me help you save yours.”

The sudden touch of her lips on his sent a shock wave through his entire body. It took a second for his reflexes to respond, but his hands came up to cradle her face. The gentle kiss sand through his veins.

When she pulled back he felt an echo of the pressure and stared a beat too long at her parted lips.

“Is that a yes then?”

Somehow he knew her answering nod encompassed more than one question.

~oOo~

She sat cross-legged on the floor and towel dried her hair. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Serena. Her swaddled daughter napped in the makeshift bassinet created from Caroline’s favourite arm chair.

The buzz of energy created by two hundred thirty-seven students stopped at the door, creating the illusion that the bedroom resided apart from the rest of the school.

It shouldn’t have surprised her.

The attic bedroom, redecorated to Caroline’s taste over the years, had once been Stefan’s. She knew the knick in every rafter and the angle of the vaulted ceiling. She knew where to put her feet for silence and which floor boards pried up; the artifacts had been cleared out in favour of the good snacks that would never survive in a kitchen open to hungry teenage werewolves.

The large room took up the entire attic, and between the main room and the bathroom it covered the original top of the house before the added expansion. The addition of a small kitchen would have turned the space into a gorgeous studio apartment.

And it had always felt a part from the rest of the house; given her current situation that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Her eyes flickered to the door, widening at the sight of her brother. He ascended the short flight of stairs ahead of Elijah; the important men in her life wore tight expressions that sank her heart until it resided somewhere around her folded legs.

The unfamiliar bassinet in Elijah’s hands did not help.

“You’ve come bearing bad news."

She dropped the damp towel on her thigh.

Jeremy put down a shopping bag filled to the top with baby supplies, confirming her suspicion without words.

“We’re you going to mention the fire?” He moved his niece into her new bed when Elijah sat it on the carpet.

“Once I knew the extent of the damage,” she twisted her fingers in the oversized shirt; it was one of the few things Caroline managed to pack. “Who told you?”

“Matt called when the police couldn’t find you and there was no sign of your remains in the raging inferno.” He dropped into an armchair.

“Is it that bad?” She pulled herself onto the couch, looking from Jeremy to Elijah.

“Several deputies were theorizing arson and tossing around your names as suspects,” Elijah murmured, joining her on the couch. “I calmly explained to Mr. Donovan the situation.”

“And did Matt believe you?”

“Not until he showed us the footage,” Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Did you really kill a dragon?”

“Technically I weakened it,” she glanced to Elijah. “Caroline killed it.”

Without thought she reached for Elijah, unaware of the action until his fingers warmed in the palm of his hand. Jeremy made no comment, but then, of all the Originals, her brother liked Elijah best; being the only one who actively tried to help her and not kill her went a long way to winning Jeremy’s approval.

Or maybe, she wasn’t as skilled at hiding her emotions as she once thought.

He always had known where to find her journal.

“Is there anything left?” She addressed them both. Elijah shook his head; Jeremy elaborated.

“The fire spread and hit the parked cars. From there it reached the gas tanks, caused a pretty impressive explosion and burned down the garage plus five feet of forest.” His voice threatened to crack and he cleared his throat, looking over his shoulder to Serena’s peaceful face. “How’d you get out? I assume you were inside.”

“Two vampires, a hybrid and a broken window,” she exhaled, taking comfort in the gentle squeeze of Elijah’s hand. “I don’t think I realized what was happening until after we re-hydrated Serena.”

“R-re-hydrated Serena?” His head tilted to the left, eyes clouding over with confusion.

“I have no explanation at the moment,” she sank into the couch cushions, taking a deep breath as her lashes dropped to kiss her cheekbones. “She glows in water: eyes, hands, feet… and neck.”

She felt Elijah nod and knew Jeremy’s eyes had looked to him for confirmation. Several moments passed filled only by the coos and grunts of her sleeping baby.

It was Jeremy’s voice that broke the silence.

“What are you going to do?”

“About my baby or my house?” Thinking about the future of either made her head spin. “Why don’t we start with the house since you need a place to live.”

She groaned, opening her eyes to stare at the rafters. “A fire has made me homeless… again.”

“At least you didn’t set it this time.”

“So glad we can joke about that now,” she rolled her eyes. “What am I gonna do? I’ve got to file insurance claims, and get a new car, and replace everything and what do you mean cars?”

“What?” Jeremy’s brows lowered.

“Hit the parked cars?” She quoted.

“Your car, my car and Niklaus’ SUV,” Elijah smoothed a circle over her palm.

“Please tell me your insurance covers fire.”

“I’m not worried about the insurance or the car, Elena,” he offered her a smile. “You shouldn’t be either. And if any insurance brokers give you trouble I will be happy to compel them.”

Jeremy leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. “I’d offer you my spare room, but…”

“You don’t have a spare room,” she finished. “You might want to get a bigger place.”

“For the next time your house burns to the ground?” He quipped.

“You’re welcome to stay at the mansion, Elena.”

The sincerity of Elijah’s offer was touching and the thought of being close to him, not that he’d ever been far, appealed to her. But the idea of proximity to Klaus and Kol, as well as the site of Esther’s spell and her worst betrayal, turned her stomach.

“That’s sweet, but I…” her muscles coiled beneath the weight of chaffing rope. She saw the scene in vivid colour: Klaus, needles, blood. “There are a lot of bad memories of that place that I’d love to not relive.”

“That’s understandable,” he nodded.

“Can I make an offer?” Caroline appeared behind Jeremy’s chair, a tight smile in place.

Elena nodded with narrow eyes. A lifetime of friendship had taught her to be suspicious of that smile.

“Stay here,” she held out her arms. “There’s plenty of room. It’s separate from the school, but not so far away that you’re not a hermit in complete silence.”

“This is your room, Care.”

“I’m hardly ever here, and I’m heading out tonight for clandestine meetings with more witches,” she shrugged off the protest. “If your still here when I come back then I can just sleep in another room. And if your next words are about a crying baby, know that a spell can soundproof things. I would only ask for one ‘itty-bitty’ favour in return.” She clapped her hands together, smiling wide.

“Here it comes,” Elena rolled her eyes, “taking advantage of the homeless new mom. What is it?”

“I need a biology and chemistry teacher,” Caroline bit her bottom lip. “Two and a half hours a day?”

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This little thing was inspired by the song Lollipop by Mika and a geico commercial so theres that but it was fun to write.

•Candy For The Soul•

"You wouldn't believe it granny, my neighbor moved and they left me a casserole." Kirishima Eijirou whined from where he sat on top of a rental washing machine.

The little laundromat run by a little old woman with a big heart and healing kisses was only a block away from the run down apartment the red head had come to call home. His neighbor, a single mom with 3 kids had taken it upon herself to make sure Kirishima was taking care of himself so far away from his own family. But now she was gone and his already empty pockets screamed in agony.

"I don't know what I'm going to do once I eat it all. Fat says I can't pick up anymore shifts at the grocer this month." Kirishima was loud, his feet clanking against the machine, "Can I have a sweet?"

The woman smiled and laughed softly but nodded nonetheless. Across from the washers a small glass bowl full of lollipops taunted the boisterous man.

"You could clean out the machines for me, I'd spare you some change for the effort." The old woman laughed.

"Nah, I'll clean em free of charge Granny, I'm happy to help." Kirishima said quickly, "I'm just complaining is all."

"Well, of you insist, then take another Lollipop before you go today."

Kirishima flashed a smile too big for his face and reclaimed his spot perched on the washing machine. His clothes dancing in cold water to keep them sturdy longer. His long red hair had begun to fade, some parts nearly orange from where the sun had left bruising kisses and a white headband hid black roots that had started to show. He had contemplated just cutting it and starting over, but the thought made him uneasy.

"I would granny, but my momma said, too much candy will rot your soul." Kirishima hummed, still only one sweet grasped in his worn hands.

"Your Momma sounds like a smart woman." The little old woman nodded, her worn book firmly closed in order to give her full attention.

"Ah yeah, she was." That was always the end of that conversation, his words would die off and soon the first dryer would beep. The woman would lift her book and he would pair his patterned socks, stuck in his own head.

"Well thanks again Granny." Kirishima finally would hum and he'd grab his too full basket of clothes and strike back out into the night, neon signs scaring away the darkness and the stars alike.

"Here." Eijirou offered a gentle smile as he tossed a few spare coins into a man's hat, "I'm sorry I don't have more this time dude."

"Thank you Kirishima." The man whispered, tears welling up in golden eyes.

Kaminari Denki, a failed musician who Kirishima had grown fond of. They talked everytime Kirishima passed him and offered what he could, be it coins or the already threadbare jacket that hung from his broad shoulders.

"The offer still stands Kami, the couch is small but all yours if you want it."

"No. I can't do that, but thank you."

"I'll ask again tomorrow."

"I know."

Kirishima first asked a year ago in the dead of winter. The electric blond already swallowed up Kirishima's best coat and gloves. The hat his Momma knitted nestled on the blond's head. Even then it was a no. Kaminari like so many others moved to the city for freedom. Kirishima would be lying if he said he didn't understand why the blond rejected the offer. Freedom was addicting, even if it wasn't ideal, Kaminari had taken the reins of his life and was reluctant to let go.

Kirishima was just as greedy. He lived in an old studio apartment barely furnished with a hole in the corner that gave a view at the downstairs hallway. His worn twin sized mattress on the floor in the opposite corner and a couch in front of an empty entertainment center. His fridge was nearly empty and the apartment burned with the smell of a constantly working coffee maker. Though Kirishima supposed the smell was better than rotting wood and dirty socks that always seemed to pile up.

A single picture of his family hung crooked on the wall and letters he always meant to open had piled up on one end of the couch. Kirishima was no different then most people in the city. He wanted control, a chance at their he couldn't have at home. With freshly dyed hair and a bag carrying his most worldly possessions, a wad of cash shoved in his pockets he caught a train out of his home town at 3 am on a Tuesday morning. He stuck a job at a local grocer, owned by a retired fireman, a hero in his own right. Now he was Kirishima's hero, helping him keep the shabby apartment over his head. Kirishima sighed as he dug for his keys. When he withdrew his hand, a still wrapped lollipop stared back up at him. He laughed, and despite himself he popped it in his mouth. A tune in his mind as he danced into his home a little extra pep in his step. Maybe it wasn't perfect but what he had was completely his.

\/\/\/

Like clockwork a week slugged by and Kirishima once again found himself in the too warm laundromat. The door swung open too fast and banged against the wall, his basket too full to see over and a bag full of his bedding on his shoulder.

"Sorry Granny." Kirishima laughed.

Normally at this time, when sun had only just begun its descent the laundromat was empty. But when the door swung open another set of eyes zeroed on to him. Crimsion just like his own. He had glasses pushed up into wild blond hair and a book in his hands. Kirishima's ears picked up the sound of running machines and the soft laughter of the laundromat owner.

"Oh, sorry to you too." Kirishima mumbled sheepishly dropping his things in front of a washer.

"If you're going to fucking talk to me speak up shitty hair." The blond snapped angrily.

The insult cut too deep for a remark from a stranger.

"I uh, was just sayin sorry." Kirishima tried again and the blond let out a content huff returning to his book.

"I've never seen you around." Kirishima hummed, throwing his sheets in with a cheap pod of soap.

"Cause I normally wouldn't waste my fucking time in a place like this. But my shitty washer," the blond hesitated before mumbling, "blew up."

"No way man, how does that even happen?" Kirishima laughed loudly, filling another machine with his clothes.

"Fuck if I know, but half my house is being rebuilt so here I am shithead."

Kirishima's laugh came out in bubbled snorts as he tried not to fully laugh at the other. Snagging a lollipop from the little dish he swung himself up onto the last machine he'd filled.

"Oi, don't fucking sit on them." Bakugo scolded.

"Nah, it's okay, right Granny?" Kirishima asked, wide eyes turned on the old woman.

"Of course deary."

Kirishima smirked triumphantly despite himself, sticking a blue dyed tongue at the new comer.

"Bastard how dare you." Bakugo snarled, tensing as if he was going to stand and fight.

"I'm just playin, Granny let's adults have lollipops too not just kids, want one?"

"Bastard, no I don't want a fucking lollipop."

Kirishima laughed loudly, his eyes pinching together and his tanned skin flushing a soft pink.

"You're a riot man. So what do you do?"

"Like I would tell you." Bakugo had pulled his glasses down to get a better look at the man before him.

The red head who looked too cheerful to be sitting on top of a washer in a cramped humid room, eating candy from a lead bowl too old to be causally used.

"Well I'm a grocery clerk at Fat's corner shop." Kirishima supplied easily.

"I actually didn't fucking ask." Bakugo tapped his book angrily against his knee, his nimble pointer finger still wedged firmly between pages.

"I know, but your washer still isn't done and the dryers will take at least an hour so I figure we've got time to kill man, and from the sound of it I'll see you around here until your washroom is fixed. So why not get to know one another." Kirishima kicked his feet like a child.

"I'm a fucking lab technician at the hospital."

"Oh man that's so cool, I dropped out of college to be an actor, it's why I'm here."

"And how'd that go?" The words were heavy, like he wanted to be rude but was worried it was too far.

"Not great, but you know, these things have slow periods." Kirishima reasoned, his words starting to dry up in his mouth like it did when something was too hard to think about. Like his momma.

Bakugo made no effort to fill the silence and he pushed his glasses back into his hair, his book falling open in his lap. Granny was in a similar state, leaning back in her old wicker chair the same old book in hand. Kirishima stopped kicking his feet. The candy in his mouth suddenly sour and tart, maybe it was his soul asking for a break.

\/\/\/\

It was only 3 days when Kirishima saw Bakugo again. This time the explosive blond strolled into Fat's corner store still in pale grey scrubs.

"Huh? You again, you've never worked this shift before." Bakugo snarled, slamming a premade sandwich on the counter.

"Yep! I picked up a few extras this week. Are you on lunch?" Kirishima hummed, "Bag?"

"Of course I'm on lunch shitty hair and no I dont want a fucking bag."

Again Kirishima felt disappointment swirl in his gut, "Hey, my hairs not shitty."

"Whatever," Bakugo squinted at his shirt, "/Kirishima/."

Eijirou flushed with colour, recalling they had never properly introduced. He'd picked up on so many other things, like the pink fabric softener tucked in his laundry bag, but Bakugo's brash attitude had taken up so much space in Kirishima's mind that he'd simply forgotten formalities.

"Right! Eijirou Kirishima nice to actually meet you." Kirishima trailed off hopefully extending a hand.

Bakugo swatted it away with a scoff but indulged the redhead anyway, "Katsuki Bakugo."

He was rude and angry but he was sticky in Kirishima's mind like a sun melted candy.

"Well come again soon Bakugo!" Kirishima chimed handing him his receipt and change, already moving on to the electrifying man who stood awkwardly in line.

"Hey Bro what's up?" Kirishima smiled even wider.

"Hey Kiri, when's your break?" Kaminari was messing with the ends of his startlingly yellow hair.

"Ah, 40 minutes, wanna meet outside?" Kirishima said, glancing at the clock beside his register that had a habit of ticking too loud.

"Yeah, thanks Kiri."

"Anything for a bro."

Kirishima's break came fast and he spent his loose cash on lunch for Kaminari. Waving him off when he had nothing to munch on alongside him.

"So what's up?"

"I don't want to sleep on your couch." Kaminari said firmly, his eyes alight with a fire Kirishima hadn't seen in a while.

"Alright?" Kirishima laughed curiously.

"But I need to borrow your address. I'm applying to work at the record shop, but I have to have proof of address." Kaminari's eyes were closed and fists balled at his side as if it hurt him to ask.

He'd been on his own for a while. Cold nights and dirty glares had tore him down but he'd come back again and again. His pride keeping him right where he was. Kirishima was pleased to see him changing direction even if only a little.

"Course." Kirishima smiled, "You know my neighbor moved out, so maybe if this works out, we could be neighbors."

"I'd like that."

Kaminari left before Kirishima's break came to an end, he'd left the soda untouched and slid close to Kirishima's leg on the bench the rested on. Eijirou gulped it down quickly before slipping back into the cool corner store. It was quite, though he assumed it always was at this time, Fat almost never needed someone else to work this shift, but Kirishima was persistent. In the silence of the slow period Kirishima's mind wondered to the blond lab technician and his lashing tongue, it drifted until he was standing in front of cheap boxes of dye. The black box loomed over him. Maybe it was spite against the world, the blond, or just his own mind.

But he latched onto the crimsion riot red and meandered back to his register. Freedom was addictive like candy on a holiday night, you always took too much but your heart always whispered that it didn't matter if you were happy.

/\/\/\/\

Kirishima's hair was down, framing his angular face for the first time in a while. Its colour once again a striking red that highlighted his eyes and natural flush. He entered the laundromat with only one basket, full of mindless copies of his work uniform.

"Deary, have been over working again?" Chiyo scolded making her way to Kirishima's side, looking at the colourful pinstriped shirts and black pants.

"Rent is due at the end of the week."

He was clearly tired, his movements slower and a yawn playing across his face more often then not.

"Well, make sure you're taking care of yourself. Have a lollipop."

"Thanks Granny, I will." Kirishima's bubbly laughter filled the humid room and Chiyo smiled softly.

A bubble gum sweet was popped in his mouth before he swung up onto the washer and flipped through a borrowed magazine.

"Oh so you can read. Maybe you're not as big an idiot as I thought." The blond gruff voice wrapped around Kirishima's mind. He was dressed in baggy black joggers and a childish shirt brandishing a skull. His glasses sat firmly on his nose and a permanent scowl pulled roughly at the edges of his face.

"Of course I can read." Kirishima defended quickly, "What's up dude?"

"I'm not your dude." Bakugo grumbled, slamming a washer full of scrubs shut.

"Come on man, don't be like that." Kirishima laughed out.

The sticky feeling that came with Bakugo was back, Kirishima giddily kicking his feet as he drew words from the blond.

"Woah 3 whole washers this time." Kirishima whistled after it became apparent Bakugo had nothing else to say, "Its only been a week man."

"You had 4 going last week, so shut up asshole." Bakugo snapped, dragging himself to sit on a washer across from Kirishima. The book from before left in his bag nestled next to the pink fabric softener and the dye washing pods. Kirishima found himself grinning wider, unable to contain the child like wonder of making a new friend.

"Why do you always do your laundry here anyway, doesn't that add up?" Bakugo grumbled ignorantly.

"My apartment building doesn't have a working laundromat anymore." Kirishima scoffed, "And Granny here really saved me, being only a few minutes away."

"Oh." Bakugo mused.

"How long do you think you'll be coming round Ba-ku-bro."

"Say that again and I'll punch you." Bakugo kicked out, his outstretched leg nearly long enough to reach across the cramped isle. Kirishima laughed childishly, kicking out his own leg to meet Bakugo in the middle. Kirishima's laughter was infectious, spreading to Bakugo like ants on a picnic blanket, his own snort filled laughter joining the other. There they were full grown men sitting on borrowed washers playing footsie. They kept up the playful banter while the washers rumbled. Bakugo's clothes frothing with hot water and coloured suds. Kirishima's finished first, the cold cycle much shorter, but Bakugo followed him over the wall of dryers anyway.

"Are those ducks?" Bakugo mused, pulling out a wet sock before Kirishima could shut the dryer door.

"Yeah, I think they're manly." Kirishima snatched back the sock, throwing in a wool ball he'd bought a while back to cut down on dryer sheet costs. It did okay. His clothes occasionally would crackle with static and if he didn't pick up his feet when he walked the metal door bar to leave the laundromat would shock him. But it was cheaper in the long run.

"Kiri dear?" The old woman called, "It's snowing."

She was right, fat snowflakes where dancing from the sky. It was early for a snow that would stick, but it meant it was cold and Kirishima had to walk home. They were breath taking in their slow descent.

"Shit" Kirishima whispered beneath his breath, "My stuffs still wet."

"The roads won't be slick, it's been too warm." Bakugo supplied, finally moving over his own clothes.

"I walk here." Kirishima whined, looking outside and then back at his clothes. He'd already handed his winter coat over to Kaminari the other day when the temperature had taken an odd turn but it hadn't snowed then. He'd be sure to slip him his gloves the next time he had a chance.

"This was so pointless, the snow will just get everything wet and I'll have to wash it all again." Kirishima bumped his head against the dryer wall in frustration.

"I'll drive you home shithead, you said it's only a few minutes from here. No reason to cry over dirty duck socks"

Kirishima's cheeks heated at the offer. Embarrassment over his apartment and a fluttering in his stomach, waring in his heart.

"You don't have to."

"Well unless you want to catch a cold for some ungodly reason, I'm going to."

"Okay." Kirishima relented, unsure of really what else he could do.

The blond for the first time since they'd met, cracked a smile. It wasn't like the open mouth cackling from their laughter. This was a stretching sinful smile that crinkled his eyes and pulled at his lips. It wasn't sticky and sweet like Kirishima's own, but seeing it felt like getting away with stealing a cookie from the cookie jar while your mom was busy. Something you weren't supposed to have but when you did it felt like fire in your veins, you smiled until your cheeks hurt.

And so that's what Kirishima did.

Their playful banter returned. They'd slid up on the washing machines closet to the dryers, their shoulders nearly touching. Bakugo was still unnecessarily gruff, but Kirishima took it in stride, shoving back with just as much force. When Kirishima's dryer let out a piercing buzz he dumped everything onto the top of the washer he previously sat on. Clumsy hands making sloppy folds.

"You suck at that." Bakugo remarked.

His own hands making quick work of his freshly dried clothes.

"Hey! I do just fine!" Kirishima barked back swatting at Bakugo's arm.

"Sure you are shit head." Bakugo was laughing again.

Head thrown back and muscles relaxed. Mean but oh so sweet in Kirishima's soul. Maybe this is what his momma meant.

He didn't have much time to think about it. Bakugo had already finished his tasks and was neatly nestling everything back into his laundry basket, his bag thrown on top. Kirishima was quick to follow.

"Just put your basket in the back." Bakugo was headed towards the door.

"Bye Granny, thanks for everything!" Kirishima hummed before scampering after.

It wasn't until he was buckled into the passenger seat of Bakugo's expensive car that the embarrassment came back. He had half a mind to just run home in the snow. But running away wasn't manly.

"Alright then, what complex is it?"

Kirishima mumbled under his breath, the embarrassment catching up.

"I can't hear you Kirishima, try again." Bakugo snapped, a fist slamming into the red heads arm a little too hard.

"It's just past that gas station and then a left." Kirishima said louder this time, his cheeks flushed.

"It's nothing to get so worked up about." Bakugo snapped, "It's just an apartment."

Kirishima felt the words die in his mouth and the sticky sweet feeling of being so close to Bakugo turn sour in his mouth. It was clear Bakugo didn't know how to ease the tension and the car fell silent save for the low echo of his radio.

"I didn't mean to upset you or whatever." Bakugo grumbled after a while his fingers tight against the steering wheel and his jaw clenched. His car jerked as he pulled between two yellow lines, "I'm not a very personable person Kirishima, but I uh, didn't mean it."

The way he danced around an apology Kirishima wasn't expecting would be charming if he wasn't so caught up in his own head.

"Nah man, you didn't do anything, just isn't the greatest of places, guess I'm embarrassed. Thanks for the ride, I really appreciate it."

"Anytime shithead." Bakugo grumbled, "Do you, uh, do you work that same shift this week?"

"No, just the night shift this week."

"Do you," Bakugo's relaxed face hardened and he shook his head stiffly, "Never mind. Get out, I'll see you later."

The words were final and heavy. Kirishima's mind buzzed with what he could've wanted but relented and exited the vehicle.

"See ya."

/\/\/\

The next week, they didn't meet up. Kirishima was working too hard on all the wrong shifts and by the time sunday rolled around he couldn't drag himself down to the laundromat and the sticky sweet blond. But it didn't stop the blond from needing clean clothes. He sat on top his running washer for a moment. His eyes drawn to the door, waiting for the redhead.

"If he isn't already here. Then he's not coming, probably passed out from working too much." Chiyo hummed from her wicker chair.

"What's his deal anyway?" Bakugo grumbled, "He could easily land a job that pays better than that corner store. Even without a degree."

"Eijirou is," Chiyo sighed, "He's scared to chase his dreams. Afraid of ending up like the blond man he gives all his spare change and winter clothes to. And above else, he's scared of hurting Fat's opinion of him."

"That's stupid."

Chiyo laughed, it was a soft sound that she muffled with her wrinkled hand.

"I'll be back." He grumbled, jumping off the washer with a thud and snatching a few lollipops, shoving them deep into his coat pockets.

He stalked out into the brisk night, a frown on his face, and his nose red from the wind. Already his bones ached from deciding to walk in the cold.

"Fuck." He swore, "I don't know his fucking room number. /Damn it/."

Shifting his weight awkwardly he did the only thing he could think of. He tossed one of the sweets in his pocket at the only room with its lights on.

"Shithead, is that your window?" He yelled already regretting even acknowledging the old hag at the laundromat.

But the regret that had begun to pull at his pride vanished when a sleepy head of red poked out the window.

"Bakugo?" Kirishima called down his voice thick with sleep and curiosity.

"I'm coming up. Open your door."

Bakugo climbed to the second story and waited in the hallway for a door to open. When it finally did he shoved past a weekly protesting Kirishima easily.

"Where is your laundry." It was brash and lacked the air of a question.

"What?" Kirishima laughed curiously, pulling his red hair up into a pile on his head.

"The old hag said you're over doing it, but that doesn't excuse dirty fucking clothes so hand it over, I'll wash them for you." Bakugo was gathering dirty socks in his arms.

"Wait wait wait, what's going on."

"Its sunday, you always wash your clothes at this time."

"But why are you here."

"You're an idiot."

Kirishima's sleep riddled mind supplied only childish laughter. He clutched his stomach and folded over, his shoulders shaking.

"Oh my god Baku." He wheezed, "You're so weird."

"Hey you asshole I'm trying to be nice." Bakugo was withdrawing into himself, embarrassed.vIt was a cold feeling and he never knew how to handle it. It set an ache in his bones and a strain on his lungs.

"Thank you." Kirishima said suddenly, "Thank you for checking in on me. I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. Let's go together, okay?"

"Whatever." It was gruff but the blond set to work collecting clothes and throwing them in the offered basket.

"You're bad for my health dude."

"Asshole, what the hell does that mean."

It meant that Katsuki had startled a dying flame in his soul. Just when he felt the reins of freedom becoming too heavy, Bakugo had made him want to feel their tug again. He was remembering why he came to the city of his dreams in the first place.

Chiyo only smiled when the two came stumbling back into her humble laundromat. Katsuki's cheeks were flushed, but he'd swear on his grave it was because of the cold outside.

"I've got an audition for tomorrow." Kirishima said after their conversation had begun to slow.

It had been eating at him all week, the only thing keeping him sane was his endless shifts at the corner store.

"How do you think it'll go dear?" Chiyo chimed, her old eyes alight with curiosity, and Bakugo had stopped to stare expectantly.

"Well you know, trying to keep my expectations low so I'm not too disappointed when they tell me no." Kirishima shrugged his shoulders dejectedly.

"Shut up idiot, you're here in this awful city aren't you, means you at least got a chance."

Bakugo was like a cinnamon disk Kirishima decided. Wrapped up in a loud wrapper and the sugar hidden beneath so much spice. But it was there, sticky and melting out under the heat of the sun. He laughed to himself, at the thought of being Bakugo's sun. Melting away the spice leaving only syrupy red.

"What are you laughing about idiot." Bakugo dealt with his embarrassment by lashing out, his fist colliding a little too hard with Kirishima's shoulder.

"Nothing, nothing." Kirishima laughed melodically, "But I'll be sure to keep you both posted on how it goes."

\/\/\/

Maybe he slept through his alarm and missed the train. Maybe he skipped work and cried on his couch. Maybe he showed up at the record shop still in his pajamas looking for a familiar face. Kaminari bopped behind the counter happily to the music playing overhead. His golden eyes wide and alight with life, when they settled on Kirishima they offered warmth and understanding.

"What's up Kiri, you're looking pretty rough today, feeling okay?" Kaminari hummed, tapping the glass counter that separated them.

"When's your break?" Kirishima croaked, his heart aching at the familiarity and the strangeness of it all.

"Now if you need me."

"I can't ask you to do that."

"Come on Kyoka doesn't mind." Kaminari ducked under the fake counter piece rather than lifting it like anyone else would. Kirishima followed the blond numbly his mind too caught up on what ifs.

What if he hadn't worked so hard last week, would he have woken up in time?

What if he had a car, would it have gotten there in time instead of waiting for a useless train?

What if he stayed home?

"So what's up man?" Kaminari sat too close, their shoulders brushing, but he had always been a touchy, sentimental man and Kirishima found himself leaning into it. His weeks of confusing feelings suddenly crashing on him like a wave smashing a child's castle.

"I messed up." Kirishima's voice cracked, "I slept past my alarm and missed an audition for a union film."

His eyes were red from tears he didn't want to shead. Kaminari winced a sharp breath pushing through his clenched teeth.

"I won't lie to you, we both know what good that does for anyone, that was a pretty big mess up, but it's okay. Mistakes are part of living, and there will eventually be another chance. You just have to want it." Kaminari sighed, looking up at the heavy clouds rolling by.

"I did want it." Kirishima whispered, "This is all I've ever wanted."

"Good. Then don't forget how much this sucks. Dust yourself off and do it again. Do it because you want it, do it for you, not anyone else." Kaminari said too lightly.

But he was always like that. Wisdom hidden behind a squeaky voice and child like eyes. He'd always been awestruck by the world and sometimes it was hard to believe he thought so far past the surface.

"But what do I know." Kaminari laughed loudly, when Kaminari was running from words that were too hard, he laughed and deflected but he never let the world silence him like it did Kirishima at times.

"I skipped work today, I didn't even call. What if Fat fires me?" Kirishima had slumped over, head in his hands.

"We both know he won't."

"I had lunch shift today."

"And?"

"I couldn't face Bakugo after I messed up so bad."

"Who?" Kaminari's voice had taken a playful edge, his shoulder bumping the downcast man.

"Some stupidly pretty asshole who is using my laundromat." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he really thought them through. Embarrassment burned hot in Kirishima's mind. His cheeks tinting pink and regret licking at his stomach like the summer sun.

"Kiri! You didn't tell me there was a hottie at Chiyo's? I thought we were friends?" Kaminari whined but his face reflected nothing but cruel enjoyment of his friend's slip up.

"Shut up Kami, I don't want to talk about it." Kirishima was pouting now.

"Sure sure, I gotta get back anyway, but a token of advice? Take life by the throat and never let go. It's yours, do what makes you happy. Damn everyone else. And if that's a pretty asshole with a basket of dirty clothes, then so be it." Kaminari winked, dipping back inside.

\/\/\/

Umm it never occured to me that there would be a line limit on here but there is sooo this was part one I guess, there really isn't a whole lot left but if I go all the way to the limit it cuts off at a weird place so I like this cut off better!! The second part will be up either later today or tomorrow!!

#bnha fandom #bnha fanfiction #bnha #my hero academia #mha #mha angst #happy ending #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #bakushima #kaminari denki #jirou kyoka #mha au #bnha au

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Road Trips and Missing Persons (Part 17)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Patton & Virgil, Virgil & Deceit, Logan & Patton, Emile & Remy, Roman & Remus & Janus

Characters: Patton, Virgil, Deceit, Remus, Roman, Logan, Emile, Remy

Summary: Patton was just getting groceries. The next thing he knew, there was a knife at his throat and he was an unwilling uber driver. Virgil’s on the run after the murder of his dad, and it’s not just his paranoia that’s telling him he’s being chased down. He has to get somewhere safe, somewhere he can trust, and all he has is a couple of stories from his dad and a name: “Green Bellow Foods and Dispensary.”

Notes: Secret Agents AU, knives, carjacking, kidnapping, murder mentioned, guns mentioned, pepper spray, blood mentioned, drugs mentioned, explosions, car crashes (more to be added)

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve affectionately named it the Goblin Brain Fic because it’s helping my brain actually get motivated for studying. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

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“Aw, come on kiddo,” Patton beseeched doing his absolutely best not to laugh at the adorable discontent expression on Anxiety’s face.

“You murdered all of my cows,” the boy grumbled. “All of them!”

Patton did giggle then. “That’s the game.”

“You knew!” Anxiety insisted. “You knew the cemetery was there, didn’t you? You’re familiar with this highway. That’s why you let me take the 150 cows you cheater.”

Patton didn’t bother to deny it. “All’s fair,” he said instead.

“You’re the worst,” Anxiety shot back. “Why don’t we play a game I can win.”

“Like what?” Patton asked, curious.

“Like…” he said. “Like, let’s play a game where whoever’s youngest wins.”

Patton chuckled. “Well I guess you’ve got me beat there.”

“Or a contest to see who has the straightest hair.”

“Sounds like a fun game, but we’d have to wash both of our hair just to make sure neither of us are cheating and have product in.”

There was a pause and Patton glanced over at him.

“Aw!” he cooed. “Do you secretly have curly hair too?”

Anxiety groaned.

“That’s adorable!”

“Is not,” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest. “It ruins my aesthetic.”

“Aw, stop being so grumpy, kiddo.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t murdered all of my cows.”

“I sure did kill the moo-d, huh?”

Anxiety groaned. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“…Carjac-”

“I know, I know,” Anxiety huffed. Patton smiled over at him and reached over to ruffle his hair. “Ugh, stop! No!”

“I want to see the curls!” Patton teased as Anxiety batted him away.

“You’re lucky I don’t have the god damned knife.”

“Excuse me, was that a bad word Mister?”

“Ugh,” Anxiety groaned.

“I will turn this car around,” Patton threatened.

“Oh, yeah,” Anxiety said. “That’s what would make you stop driving. Silly me. I’ll try not to use the grown-up words.”

“See that you don’t.” Anxiety just shook his head and turned the radio up a bit to ignore him.

“The cows have been cleared up,” Anxiety noted.

Patton hummed. “Do you want to get on the interstate again?” he asked. “It would be about 10 minutes faster and I’m sure if anyone was tracking us, we lost them in all of that.”

“Sure,” he agreed. “I don’t see why not.” Patton nodded and took the next turn back onto the familiar interstate.

“So,” Patton hedged once they were back on the main road. “We’ll be there soon. What are your plans once we get there? Nothing in particular,” he rushed to say when he saw the kid frowning. He was a secretive little thing. “Just, what do you want me to do?”

“Oh, um,” he said, playing with the edges of his hoodie sleeve. “I don’t know.” He paused. “You can leave if you want.”

A smile flickered across Patton’s face. Not likely kid. “Well, I’m not going to leave at least until I make sure you’re with someone.”

“Thanks,” Anxiety said softly.

“I’m with you all the way Anxiety.”

“I still don’t understand you at all.” Patton just shrugged and smiled. “Also, you can call me Vee.”

“Ooo a partial name,” Patton said. “I’m moving up in your esteem.”

“I didn’t say that,” Vee snapped back. “My name might be Bob for all you know.”

“Right,” Patton agreed. “Of course. Bob. My bad.”

That caused Vee to smile though he seemed to be fighting it. After a few moments, the smile faded, and he started playing with the strings on his hoodie. “You’ve got to get back to your family though, eventually,” he said.

Patton shrugged, not mentioning the fact that they were literally driving towards his brother this very second. “They’re all adults who can more than handle themselves. My brother’s older than me and the twins have him. You need me a bit more right now.”

Vee thought for a moment, still rubbing his fingers over the frayed edge of the hoodie string. “I have an older brother,” he offered.

“Oh?” Patton asked.

“I tried to call him earlier after my uncle,” Vee said. “He didn’t pick up.”

“Well, I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for that, just like with your uncle.”

Vee bit his lip. “I don’t know if…” he said, “if he’d be on my side in this or not.”

“What do you mean?”

Vee looked away out the window. “Our mom’s the one who killed my dad,” he said quietly.

“Oh, honey,” Patton said softly. “I’m so sorry.”

“So, I don’t know if my brother would side with her or not. I don’t want to think he’d hand me over to her if I went to him, but…”

Poor kiddo, Patton thought. He wished he could say with certainty that his brother wouldn’t do something like that, but Patton didn’t know enough about him to know for certain. He hoped not. “I’ll help you figure it all out,” Patton promised. “I’ll make sure you don’t have to go with your mom.”

Vee snorted. “I don’t know what you can do, but thanks for the sentiment.”

“Oh,” Patton said. “I think I could do a thing or two.”

“Sorry,” Vee said dryly, “but your reaction to a carjacking was to get me ice cream.”

Patton laughed lightly. “Good point.

“I really don’t want to go with my mom, but I don’t think the cops would listen to me,” Vee said. “She’s technically my mom even though I’ve never even spent the night at her house. Does this make her my legal guardian now?”

“If she’s the one who killed your father, I doubt people would let you go with her.”

“You don’t know mom,” Vee mumbled. “I’m sure no one would even think to try to arrest her for that, let alone convict her. Would they let my uncle be my guardian even if she isn’t arrested?”

“They’d be willing to do that I’m sure. Especially since you’re already 15, anyone would listen to your opinion on where you live.” Vee look at least a bit relieved at that. “So, you like your uncle then?” Patton asked.

“He’s great,” Vee said. “He lived with us when I was really little. He always made me eat my vegetables and helps me out when I’m anxious. He’s a psychiatrist so he knows his stuff.”

“I have a friend whose brother is a psychiatrist,” Patton said. “I’ve never met him, but Logan sends people to him when they need mental health care. It’s a big help for a lot of them.”

“Yeah,” Vee agreed. “It wouldn’t be too bad living with him, I guess.”

“Well I’ll make sure you end up with him and not your mom, okay?”

“Sure,” Vee replied.

Patton shot him a half smile and they continued driving for a few minutes before he exited the interstate. “We’re almost there” he told Vee.

Vee bit his lip. “I hope this wasn’t a stupid idea…” he said.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” Patton said. He flipped a switch on near his steering wheel that would open the gate for them a few seconds before said gate came into view. He drove up the driveway and chose to park in front of the ‘factory’ instead of trying to park in the underground parking garage which would certainly freak Vee out.

“Just looks like a creepy abandoned factory,” Vee commented, eyeing the old concrete building with its boarded over windows. “It’s almost too perfectly abandoned,” he said, eyes narrowed. Smart boy.

“Ready?” Patton asked.

Vee still looked nervous, but he nodded determinedly after a moment and exited the car. Patton followed him. He let Vee lead the way up the gravel path to the entrance of the building. He studied the door for a couple of minutes and then pushed it slowly open. Patton was sure at this point that someone downstairs had probably noticed them and would come up to greet them soon.

Vee was looking around himself with suspicious eyes. “Okay,” he said. “What do we do now?”

“Probably just wait to see if anyone comes to meet us,” Patton said.

Vee started poking around a bit. “It’s pretty clean for an abandoned factory,” he said.

“Mmhmm,” Patton replied.

He considered a couple of panels near the door and Patton observed him, curious about what he’d do. He made a startled noise when one of the panels came off. “Oops,” he said. He peered into the hole he’d just made. “Well… that’s not good. Whoever put that camera there is probably not going to be happy with me.”

Patton had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. The person who put that camera there would not.

Vee set the broken panel back against the wall. It hung off of it awkwardly. “At least we know there really is someone here and it’s not just an abandoned factory.”

“That is good,” Patton agreed. Just then there was a soft ding which Patton identified as the hidden elevator the room over.

Vee’s head shot up to look in the direction of the sound, and the boy shuffled closer to Patton.

Logan himself rounded the corner after a moment and looked over at them with his lips pursed and looking especially cross. “How is it,” he asked, “that you always do exactly what I need you to do in the most irritating and inconvenient way possible?”

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Part 18

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popculturebuffet · 4 years

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The Loud House Reviews: The Boss Maybe/ Family Bonding

Loud House weekly coverage continues as Leni is pushed into the deep end of responsiblity and taking over Lori’s old role of babysitter while her parents are gone and promptly drowns in a sea of comedy clubs, human body parts both on screen and in the fridge, old men in holes and indoor beach volley ball.

First things first: Last week I forgot to mention Rusty’s mustache freezing off as god, wether it be the judeo-christian god, Odin, that prick Zeus, the flying spagehtti monster or one of many other gods out there. Perhaps all of them did it at once out of hatred for the little weiner. Maybe one of them finally answered my prayers which in that case, that was nice and all but there are far worse things going on i’d prefer you took care of. Also the “stuff I couldn’t fathom” turned out to be just more loudcest, because of course it did. Loudcest is like David Spade, you think it’s finally gone or isn’t doing as much but then it comes around and makes the wrong missy and you waste 90 minutes of your life thinking i’td be so bad it’s good when it’s really just boring and a waste of it’s main actress talent. I lost track of that metaphor, but Loudcest is like david spade in that people like it for reasons I can’t fathom and it hasn’t quietly faded into the background for reasons I can’t fathom, though at least david spade was funny once. So maybe Loudcest isn’t like david spade. or maybe i’ve been taking too long with this bit.

But whlie last week was a bit wonky it also had a lot to setup.. but now it’s time to see what the show does with all the setup over, and a lot of new possiblities ahead. PItter Patter!

The Boss Maybe Ah now this is exactly what I was hoping for this season. New situations brought about by the year-up and all the changes it brought, with the same old heart and humor and character progression that drew me back into the show. This is the kind of episode i love and have talked about in the past and dosen’t fall into any of the shows usual pitfalls in the process. Just great. I could end it there but I haven’t shut up before why do it now. So this episode focuses on Leni who I talked about a bit last week and easily had the best plot and in general tends to have good episodes, both before and after the show became an ensemble piece, and even in episodes without her tends to slide in just fine. She’s always a nice breath of fresh air when she shows up.

I think that’s due to a number of things. For one it’s how sweet a person she is: She’s genuinely nice, kind and well meaning. While she is dumb as a box of rocks that resemble Pauly Shore, what I like is her stupidity isn’t malicious, or overused for misery. She causes comical injuries from time to time with it but she’s quick to apologize iff she realises it and usualyly has no ill will to anybody unless provoked or fighting Lori over a dress despite them wearing the same clothes all the time. I know standard animation thing but it’s always weird to me when shows with a stock outfit for a character have a fashionista, and prefer when shows have stylish characters actually change outfits like Kim Possible did with it’s title character, Xiaolin Showdown did with Kimiko and of all things LIttlest Petshop did with Blythe. Granted Blythe is a nothing of a character but still, credit where it’s due. But I do get this is also a nick show and they givet hem the budget of 50 cents and a network memo that says “BEG US FOR MORE MONEY” written in blood, so fair enough.

That aside she’s just plesant to watch. The other factor is Liliana Mumy. If you haven’t heard of her , she’s a vetran voice actress whose been doing this on and off since she was a kid, voicing Panini on chowder as a child and later going on to voice Beth in bravest warriors among other roles. Why she only does work so ocasionaly I have no idea but when she does she’s great. She’s also the son of fellow child actor BIll Mumy, aka the guy who as a kid played Anthony Fremont from the Twilight Zone classic “It’s A Good Life”, which if you haven’t seen it is about a small child who has the power of a god and thus can banish people who are “bad”, i.e. disobey him and thus rules over a small town as a creepy and cruel despot. Oh and he can read minds so if you dare to have a thought he dosen’t like your getting banished, with no telling what that means or where anyone disappeared goes. It’s good stuff. Highly recommend it, Mumy is absolutley terrifing and a brilliant actor even at that age and I wish he’d done more as an adult. I also bring it up because Lily played his daughter when they did a sequel episode during the UPN version of the show, set decades later and showing just what the little terror was like grown up... as well as what happens when his DAUGHTER gets the power. It was also really good and worth a watch after the first one. Good stuff.

TLDR: Leni is one of my faviorites, so’s her voice actress, i’ve rambled enough about unrelated stuff at this point.

We open at the mall, where for Leni life begins after schol, that’s when we bend all the rules time to hang with all her friends in the place where she belongs!

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I mean technically she’s 17 now, but she was 16 when she started this job and none of them were 16 by the time the show ended so nyeh. This started in season 3 when the show started giving the girls not just their own stories but their own supporting casts., storylines, love intrests etc. Luna and Luaan got their romance plots with Sam and Benny, Lori got her college plot towards the end of the season, Lynn’s friends started showing up in her plots more, Luna’s mortuariy club went from assorted background friends of hers to a full fleged supporting crew, and of course Lincoln’s friend group started to become a recurring part of his plots away from his sisters.

For Leni, being one of the only three kids that could legally work at the time, another possible plot to dig into, and with Luna having way less incentive to get a 9-5 job with her music to work on and the fact we’ve seen her use said music to make money once in a blue moon, Leni was a good choice. It gave her something she was good at besides fashion, even if it’s fashion adjacent and gave us a new supporting cast for those stories: Her boss Mrs. Redinger, your standard “i’m tough by fair” type, and her new friends Fiona and Miguel, two fellow fashion savy teens played by actors i’d never heard of but who do a damn good job and play off her well, with both being a bit sarcastic but Fiona being a bit more mopey and deadpan and Miguel being a possibly but defintely gay teen. Both play off her well by being more down to earth and more wiling to be negative, but still enjoyable enough to be around you can buy them being friends with Leni and their a stellar addition to the cast. I wish, much like we’ve gotten with Liam lately, we could see more of them outside leni stories. Their a treat.

But I really like Leni’s work there. Besides the cast it puts Leni in a role of responsiblity she excels at. My only real problem is her boyfriend, maybe I dunno, Chaz, one of the ONLY love intrests from l is for love to get mentioned again and one of the more intresting ones, never shows up despite also working at hte mall and the story potetial of them working for rival stores or the same store. I mean I can’t blame them for not throwing another love intrest on the pile when they had two ongoing romance plots, but now both Luna and Luann are on steady ground with their steadies, it’s time to pull that trigger, get off hte ground and eat that horse. Also let LIncoln have one again will ya? It dosen’t have to be stella but Girl Jordan is right there, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again.. where is she. And if not her just make one you’ve proven to actually be really good at it.

Where was I? Ah yes the mall. Leni is doing great at her job, suggesting some gloves to scoots, who ceases being skeptical when a hunky younger man of 30 something compliments her on them them chases off after him. If you don’t remember who scoots was that’s the old lady on a scooter who makes troulbe and appareltly can still get it. Good for her. Granted this is coming from someone who ships eda and stan pines still even though it’s now revealed she’s 30 but... frankly I don’t think age is a concern with her and stan can make this joke, so it evens out.

I mean he would right? I”m getting off topic even more than usual, point is Leni is doing great and her boss takes her to the break room for cake room... it’s just the one cake but can you imagine a cake room? that’s the life. Just a fridgerated room full of cake.

Turns out she’s EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH. And she didn’t have to chain squidward to an ancient battle ship to get it or anything. After some confusion, Fiona has to clarify it’s NOT her birthday because of course she does, Leni is proud. Full of cake and pride she tells her mom whose decided to reward her good job at work.. by dumping a bunch of respnosiblity on her. I kid. Rita is being somewhat resonable here. She asks Leni to take over Lori’s old role of babysitting/making sure the other 10, now 9 kids don’t burn the house down... no really she actually specifies that when leaving in the next scene. Which.. fair enough.. you have 11 kids, all likely to plug in a lot of stuff especially Luna and Lisa, said Lisa is a mad scientest who ends up nearly being the one to do it this time, Lynn has no common sense, and the younger ones who aren’t mad scientst are still reckless and vain and combattive respectivley so the odds of a house fire nearly breaking out on any given night are 1:1. But Leni in a show of self doubt that’s rare for her is scared (Though her revealing that by answering a question of how she’d feel about about babysitting the kids with “Scared” was fucking gold. I swear Lily’s deliveries are always so great. ), and while Rita assures her she’s not sure. But as I said, she is being resonable: While Leni’s not the brightest she’s kind, she’s been shown even before her recent major award she’s responsible, she’s babysat for other people’s kids, and she’s kind. I mean they COULD put Luna or Luaan in charge but while when I first read the preview blurb for this episode I was cuirous why they didn’t think of that or thought they would, this episode does a good job presenting WHY they’d do it, while other episodes fill in the gaps: Luna is a bit reckless and Luaan can get caught up in her bidness and as we know once a week goes through the green door and comes out a gamma monster fuled by the sound of her own laughter, a horrible mixture of the joker and madman.. the leader’s insane brother. I’m a huge nerd, you all know this. Leni is the right choice.

Despite her nerves Leni has little choice but to take it on and Mr. Loud proudly sees her out with ye olde english as he and Rita, with lily in a cute little knight’s helmet in tow, are going to a renisance fair to cater, with Lynn Sr needing the backup. And while you may say “what about his staff”.. their either going with and he just needs an extra pair of hands since it’ll be nuts, or some of them are staying behind to man Lynn’s Table while he’s out on his catering gig. I mean the man has plenty of time for his kids, he’s not at the restraunt 24 hours a day. Someone else has to run it when he’s gone. I asked internally why they didn’t just take them along.. then reminded myself that taking all 11 kids to the faire at once, without anyone to watch them and likely having to call in favors when jsuta s likely, Lynn Sr and Rita can take them all another day with presumibly free passes as part of the catering job as that sounds like the kinda thing he’d do. Also Senior’s into scarf’s now thanks to Leni, which I love. Looks good on him. Hank should give her a call. Ascots may be out but I think he could rock a scarf. I’ve had ventures on the brain. What follows is naturally Leni having several panic attacks as chaos naturally insues btu without Lori’s lifetime of experince dealing with it. IT’s a nice dynamic: Leni, as we’ve established, has always been sort of Lori’s sidekick, her best friend, her amigo. Sure they fight, siblings do that, but they’ll always be there for each other when it counts. SHe’s never really had to THINK without her or be without her, so throwing her into the deep end of taking care of the kids really leaves her shook. It’s a HARD job, it’s probably why the louds don’t bring in babysitters often: there are 11 kids to look after, 10 now and only 9 tonight but still a LOT of them and most of htem pretty high maintince. It was just easier with Lori because she grew up knowing each of them, knowing each of their weaknesses and putting the fear of her righteous wrath into them. They’ve spent their whole lives looking up to her, literally and figuratvely, as their big sister and respecting her as the biggest authority in the house that’s nto her parents, sometimes bigger. Those aren’t just big shoes to fill , their Galactus size and that combined with her big sister worship leaves Leni understandably scared, lost and frequently paralized with anxiety this episode. No really multiple times she just freezes and one times she screams. As someone with Anxiety disorder I related to this.. sometimes you either just break down or you just FREEZE from the stress and everything hitting you at once and have no idea how to progress while people are still barking at you to do something. It’s a lot but it was a nice touch that really added to her sympathy. And her anxiety is also understandable when she’s being hit with 80 problems at once, which i’ll tackle all at once here rather than in order as this episode has a really frentic and good pace: while it follows the formula of “Leni runs into a problem, Leni freezes, then Leni gets help from Lori twice hten mr.grouse, more on that in am inute”, the quick pace and great jokes help keep things from feeling too repetivie.

Anyways the chaos: Just from the start Lucy puts a possibly human liver in the fridge, Lana eats all the cookies then gets skunked by her pet skun, and Lola and Lynn get into a fight over 5 bucks Lynn found, and since Leni can’t just let one kill the other as nature intended she has to fix all this.. mostly by removing the smell with tomato juice and scaring off the skunk and cutting the dolar bill in half. Money dosen’t work that way as both sisters point out but frankly it’s Lola and Lynn, I don’t care who they feel.

Meanwhile two of my other faviorties get into a tiff over their room: Luaan turns it into a comedy club and kicks luna out, with Scoots and her new man returning. Again, get it girl, get it, and Leni, under Lori’s advice, pretneding to be a fire marshall.. only for Luna towarsd the end to turn it into her own rock club. Lisa creates a corossive super substance that burns a hole in the floor, Lana continues to grapple with the skunk and finally Lincoln and Clyde.. watch a scary movie despite Lucy’s warnings.. and Lucy does something else.. I think? It was a chaotic episode with a lot of set pieces so forgive me if I forgot one of them. Honestly she’s the most well behaved there.But yeah as per the cliche Lincoln and Clyde, after Leni gets the wifi fixed with Mr. Grouse’s help, they get super scared and freaked. Everyomne is freaking, the house is falling apart and Senior wants permission to wear a pinky ring via thought cloud.. which.. no man no. Scarves yes but no one looks good with a pinky ring. No one. And I say that as amporphous blob covered in hair, sweat and regrets.

As for how Leni deals with all this she leans on Lori, calling her twice, but at inportune times: during a golf game and at the library where said phone gets taken. Granted, I don’t get why she didn’t have it on silent, as I would in those situations, but then we wouldn’t have an excuse to include her and it feels necessary to show WHY Lori can’t just help all night or reassure her sister and with Lori gone the panic only intensifies. As I said she gets paralized with fear and later just outright screams.. which attracts an irate Mr Grouse, the next door neighbor who I need to watch more of’s episodes. Including 12 louds of leapin.. I know i’m way overdue on that. This december. Promise.

The old man who yells at Louds helps for a bit, helping get rid of a beach Lynn set up because she’s lynn, she has the consderation of a puppy, but eventually falls in a hole like most great heroes and most elderly people. I mean the ones up the street at the retierment home must fall in once a week. They get out of course because the assitant living mole lets them ride out as it digs into the walls. Or maybe that was just a hallucination. Eventually though the start at her job comes back as she calls the only people she has left for help: Fiona and Miguel, who are at the mall in chairs because of courser they are, and both are confused why she’s so helpless: She’s fantastic at work, she’s kind, confident and smart.. about certain things, she can do this. Besides helping her confidence with this really sweet moment they also give her a good tool for how to use said confdience from work: just treat her siblings as customers. It’s also a nice call back to how we’ve seen Leni learn way back in season 1 during “Driving Miss Hazy” we’ve seen that she can have troulble grasping things, but when you put it in terms she understands, like fashion, or shopping, or in this case helping customers with their issues, she snaps into it. She learns at her own pace in her own way, it’s why I think sh’es neurotypical, and possibly ont he spectrum like yours truly: while her stupidity isn’t part of that the unqiue way she processes things has me supscious. either way it works.

So with a new strategy Leni.. literally adresses them like shoppers, which is comedy gold. However it’s a valid strategy: besides the visualation part by getting them to form a line, instead of trying to handle 2 or 3 problems at once she simply handles them one at a time: She scares the skunk off again, shuts down both competing clubs in the older kids room, uses water to take out lisa’s universal solvant, gives Lola and Lynn 5 bucks instead of just cutting a ten in half this time, and in the sweetest moment of the episode, reads Clyde and Lincoln a childrens book to clam them down. Sure it’s a bit funny but their genuine relief and all threes adorable expressions really melt the heart.

Leni finally wins, just as her parents get home and congradulate her, Rita’s faith not misplaced. While Rita probably knew it’d be an adjustment, and frankly should’ve prepped her sooner, she knows her daughter and knows waht sh’es caapable of. Also Senior brought home meet and gives leni a turkey leg who gives it to the old man who now lives in a hole inside their house. That’s his home now. Mr Grouse is just there now. Or I wish he was. But I guess you can’t always get what you want epsecially if it’s an old man living in a hole in the loud’s living room. Someday. Final thoughts for The Boss Maybe: As you could easily tell I loved this one. Funny with a hell of an emotional core, and with great pacing espeially for a loud house episode, this was a joy to watch and easily one of the best episodes the show has done. Just a funny, breezy watch with a lot of subtext, intetional or not, regarding what we’ve seen of Leni and honestly i’m going to go with intetional. It felt really rooted in who Leni is, her relationship with lori, and her work without hitting you over the head with it. It just all flowed really well and made for a hard one to top for the season this early. I’m impressed and it gives me hope for the rest of the season.

Family Bonding

This one was.. okay. As i’ve learned the hard way from doing Amphibia when an episodes just okay it’s best to breeze through it.. but I can give it this. While it’s mostly a standard loud house episode the ending.. wasn’t predictable. That’s for sure. I mean.. it left me with only one thought really...

But i’m getting ahead of myself. The episode’s plot is standard for the most part: Lincoln’s obessed with a new spy comic book about a james bond expy.. okay so that’s what Sterling Archer did besides physical therapy for the three months between his waking up and Season 11. Anyways they soon get more exciting news from Lynn. New Neighbors! Before Rita can stop them, the rest of her family tramples over her and goes to make their aqunatince and of course be a bit overbaring with it before Rita rushes in with a spray bottle to spray them like a bad dog because frankly when your dealing with 11 people most of whom are really impuslive, sometimes dog training just works. You try raising eleven kids and see how long before your brain breaks. Anyways after introductions and the mom turning down cherry pie, you monsters, lincoln sees strange flashing lights and a device and is convinced something is up and unable to convince his family and on a spy kick, recurits clyde. Now why he dosen’t call on Stella and Zach I dunno. And yes I said Zach and not my boy Liam. I have my reasons: Stella, besides being a faviorite of mine, is a tech whiz as shown in one of the comics and in the cookie episode, and Liam is already a paranoid conspiracy nut and as we’ve seen with Dale Gribble, they can be suprisingly useful. I mean Dale is not the best on common sense but he knows goverment bilaws in and out, is skilled with a gun or a bag of pocket sand, and has danny trejo’s octavio, whose basically danny but as hired muscle instead of a master actor, on speed dial. I mean we don’t know if Zach dosen’t have a danny trejo on speed dial or not. We never asked. As for the other two while I love LIam, spying just dosen’t seem to be in his sizeable skill set and Rusty.. well rusty’s about as subtle as a man covered in screeching cats he glued to himself blowing an airhorn, while screaming the script to a micheal bay movie while doing the explosion noises himself.. which Rusty has probbbly done. The real thing i’m getting at is I don’t get why, outside of Clyde and LIam, the writers think when LIncoln has an epiosde it either just needs ot be ClyncolnMcCloud or the ENTIRE group, when one or two would do the trick. YOu CAN seperate them out. People do hang out with diffrent friends at diffrent times. I know the show’s grasp on reality is tenous at best, we got to that last week with the whole one teacher for core classes thing with schooled and this week.. again we’ll get to it in a second, but friends DO hang out seperate. We saw each member of the Lincrew, minus stella because she didn’t exist yet, doing their own thing in Racing Hearts. It’s not that complicated. It’s hard to flesht hem out when their used as one solid unit and not unresonable to just use one or two. it’s a lesson I hope the show learns eventually and hope it’s sister show learns too.

But yeah our dynamic duo spend the episode as youd’ expect; unraveling conspriacies and stalking the new family, though there are some funny bits. Besides Rita squirting her family like a cat or a dog, we have flip getting half his face shaved by a survelince drone and okay maybe just those two things. not bad bits, but the general concept of them roleplaying into mischief.. has been done before. The show’s done the detective bit before and the spy trappings really don’t change that. And you CAN do a good spy takeoff episode, this one just sin’t it and feels like your standard LIncoln and Clyde messaround with tuxedos. Which to be fair are pretty awesome but still. It’s pretty flat. The climax though? I’ll give it this.. it’s pretty entertainngi if also 100% what exactly the fuck. So our heroes are naturally caught sneaking into the neighbors house and its eems they were wrong, etc etc, exactly what we expected the new kid will hang around.. at least we have a new character. Instead.. LIncoln accidently hits a knob and unveils a panel

So yeah... turns out the new family ARE spies, just for Peach Growers and plan to wipe out all cherries in royal woods. Yup.. look I know this universe is patently insane but even for loud house, even with all of lisa’s super science... even with the slapstick but this is just.. nuts. Like i’m fine with suspending my disbelif, this show is a goofy comedy, but this is a bit much. I LOVE it for being nuts but only in a “what on spagehtti monster’s green earth were you thinking”. I get swinging for the fences but Lincoln getting into a fight with a bunch of spies after playing spy, well beating them with slapsticks and stopping their plot to elmitie cherries..t his isn’t Kids Next Door. This just.. dosen’t work. Jeff Goldblum tell em why, my brains too broken to articulate this anymore

Yeah that. It’s just a weird climax and ends iwth LIncoln vetting the new neighbors.. which does it include girl jordon? Did they just write her out? If so why? Fans liked her, you can have more than one female character in Lincoln’s friend group. Zach is replacable. You can give me whatever the fuck this was, but not an intresting friend for him who has personality already. I get 50% chad but not your decision making. Gah.

Final Thoughts for .. this. one This one really didn’t work. Besides the ending just not fitting the series specific brand of ludicrous, I mentioned KND for a reason as it made this sort of plot work fine by having it’s whole unvierse be really fucking weird and specific, it’s mostly just okay. We’ve seen this before.. well okay I haven’t watched many of the Lincoln and Clyde messarounds, but the formula’s about the same. And that dosen’t work. For one you have a HUGE swath of new possiblities: A new school, Chandler coming back, new teachers and faculity, a new principal, and Lynn and LIncoln being in the same school, and you instead just.. retread the same crap. you have 4 of lincoln’s friends other than clyde to use but don’t let them in on the fun. And most agrivating to me you move new neighbors into the neighborhood while neglecting some of your old supporting cast and have them be villians of the week instead of adding someone NEW to the neighborhood. Give one of the other kids a new friend, or give lincoln a new friend to add to his group and replace liam, shake up the dynamic with him and clyde bya dding a third or, most obviously move one of his friends INTO the neighborhood, most obviously stella since you spent so much time building her up then have her addition affect Lincoln and Clyde. Sure we’ve had an episdoe of one of his friends getting in the way of them before, but this would be diffrent. This episode is just.. not great and was a waste of my time, espespcailly after following such a stellar episode. It’s probablyt he first genuinely bad episode i’ve covered on this blog. Now that probably won’t stand, i’ve seen genuiley worse but.. as a wise penguin once said.

One last note. That Young Dylan graphic is really obnoxiou and obtrusive. It’s the second most obnoxious thing i’ve seen on this network.

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Want: Chapter 1

After high school, you’re an adult. And when you’re an adult, life gets really confusing (and depressing). You’re reminded again of how confusing it is as you head back home for the first winter break from university, spending time with people from high school once again.

The most confusing is your ex-boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru. Because you still couldn’t answer the question on everyone’s minds: Why the hell did you break up with him?

At least you have your best friends, Kuroo and Kenma. Right?

Pairing: Oikawa x gn!reader x Kenma

Genre: Existential angst, fluff later on

Word Count: 3,353

There were a lot of things people knew about you. If someone had surveyed your high school class, they would have all agreed on two things about you:

Your best friends, Kenma and Kuroo would always be a part of your life. Despite them going to a different school, you three seemed to always know everything about each other’s lives.

You and Oikawa were going to be the high school sweetheart story from your class. You were going to make it. Never any fights, jealousy, or possessiveness. A match made in heaven.

Those two facts were indisputable.

And that was why, on the first winter break after graduation, everyone was shocked to find out that Oikawa showed up to the party alone, and someone broke the news that you two had broken up. People didn’t want to ask him ( he was tearing up after only one shot) what happened between the two of you. He was going through a lot without their probing questions.

However, Kuroo and Kenma were fair game. Everyone was more confused when they found out that your best friends knew nothing. Kenma stuck to the corner; if someone looked closer, they would see that his eyebrows were slightly furrowed. He hadn’t seen you since graduation, while Kuroo had last seen you at Thanksgiving break. Kuroo was dodging questions the entire time. However, they both made eye contact, and there was a silent agreement that it must be Oikawa’s fault.

It was an hour after the news of your break-up hit the party that you showed up. An old teammate had let you know that Oikawa was there. The nerves were already buzzing as you walked through the door. There was a small group by the front entrance wearing volleyball jackets; none of them gave you friendly looks when they saw you. You set your jaw as you sped walked towards an emptier room.

The only occupants in the kitchen was one couple flirting to the side, but if you didn’t mind them, they wouldn’t mind you. The countertop was lined with an array of drinks. While you were debating on whether or not you wanted to stay sober tonight- the looks some of Oikawa’s fangirls were sending you would not be fun to deal with- two hands came up to your waist, pressing just enough to tickle. You whipped around to see Kuroo’s devilish smile. You hit his arm with a smile. “That was 100% unnecessary.”

“It was fun though,” he retorted, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight,”

You shrugged. “I wasn’t sure myself. But I needed a break from my parents,”

Kuroo nodded, taking a step back. “Me and Kenma have been in the backyard,”

“Kenma came?” You asked as you grabbed a closed water bottle and followed Kuroo.

He sighed, “It took a lot of convincing and bargaining on my end,”

You decided that you would ask about those bargains later. “Has it been fun so far?” You stepped out into the backyard, and the chilly night air surrounded you. The noise from the door caused a couple of the girls to look over, glares immediately falling onto their faces when they recognize you.

Kuroo leaned closer to your ear. “It was alright, but you should know-”

“People are talking about me?” You asked with a tight smile, walking to one of the tables set up on the lawn. Kenma was leaning back on the chair, looking at something on his phone. His natural color was starting to grow in, and the way he had his hair pulled back almost hid his dyed end, emphasizing his grown in roots.

His eyes shot up when he heard your voice, and a smile came up on your face. You were reminded of how much you had missed his voice as he spoke up. “People are kind of obsessed with you, ya know?”

“Sadly,” you chuckled, sitting down. The cold metal of the chair was able to sting through the fabric of your jeans.

“So, I have to ask-” Kuroo sighed, raising his eyebrows, “Why didn’t you tell us about you and Oikawa?”

You groaned, avoiding both of their gazes. “I just… really didn’t want to talk about it to be honest. I told my Mom, and her reaction was enough,” Kenma furrowed his eyebrows, a silent question. “”When I told her that we broke up, my Mom went on a rant about how she was sure we were going to get married,”

“Oof,” Kenma muttered.

“Pretty much,” you chuckled, rubbing your arms as goosebumps appeared from the night air.

“Why did you break up with him?” Kuroo asked, “If you’re okay with that,”

You felt nauseous at the question; it was a question that you had been asking yourself for a long time as well. Right after you said the words, you were mortified at your decision. Oikawa was great. You were spoiled with having as your boyfriend, let alone your first love. Most people would have killed to date someone like him. But…

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” Kuroo reminded. You looked up, and Kenma’s eyes were focused on you.

“It’s not that,” you exhaled, “I just felt that I couldn’t be with him anymore. It’s hard to put into words,”

They both nodded, and a silence fell over the three of you. There was a roar of laughter from one of the nearby tables. You couldn’t help but feel like they were talking about you. It had felt that people here had been talking about you nonstop since your first date with Oikawa. “Are either of your families doing anything special for the holidays?” you asked.

Kenma shook his head, but Kuroo spoke up. “We have some extended family coming over next week to trade presents. It’s a pre-Christmas, since a lot of my cousins are working that day,”

“At least you’re getting to see them,”

“I also have to figure out gifts a whole week early,”

Kenma spoke up. “How many gifts do you have now?”

“Two,” Kuroo groaned.

You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t you have like a million relatives?”

“Fifteen, I’ll let you know, but yup,” He popped the ‘p’. “Would you guys mind helping me find presents?”

“Sure” “No” You and Kenma answered at the same time. You sent a weak look at him, and the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly. “Fine.”

Kuroo was about to make a comment on Kenma’s lack of enthusiasm when a wet coldness ran down your back. You flinched, immediately jumping up to your feet. Turning to see where it came from, your eyes connected with Kaori’s.

A smirk was evident on her face as she took in your drenched top. She had been pining over Oikawa just as your relationship with him started. The hatred she had for you clearly took enjoyment at the fact she could finally mess with you without fearing Oikawa’s judgement. “Sorry, I tripped,”

You forced a smile and sighed. “It’s fine,” you turned to your boys, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom before I start stinking like alcohol,”

Kenma stood up, pulling off the crimson hoodie he was wearing. “Here, you can change into this,”

You smiled, taking the clothing. “Thank you so much, Kozume,”

Kaori’s voice rose to a higher pitch as she walked away to her friends, “Thank you so much, Kozume,”

“I’ll be back,” you muttered to the boys. Kaori’s drink was already leaving its alcoholic scent on you as you trudged your way to the bathroom. It felt like everyone was staring at you, and Kaori’s antics made it difficult to tell yourself you were imagining it.

You pushed at the bathroom door, but it refused to budge. Your hand met the door as you knocked, but there was no response. A groan escaped your mouth as you went to find the other bathroom you knew of across the house.

Every time you passed into a new room people would turn to look at you. Grabbing the doorknob and turning it, you sighed out of relief as you opened the door, although you weren’t sure if some of the relief was at the idea of getting to be alone.

That relief disappeared as you saw your ex-boyfriend kneeling over the toilet. “Tooru?”

He looked up, frowning. “Y/N?”

“How drunk are you?”

“Not at all, Mom,” he said before spitting into the toilet.

You pressed your lips together before locking the door behind you. Turning towards the corner, you pulled off your shirt and rushed to get the hoodie on. It smelled like Kenma; he had been using the same detergent since you were kids, and the scent reminded you of walks from school.

“Did you seriously just change in front of me?” Tooru asked. His eyes were squinting at you like he was annoyed, but it was hard to take him seriously when he was slumped against a bathtub.

“I had a drink spilled on me.” He tried to respond, but it was indiscernible. “Are you alright?”

“Peachy.”

You rolled your eyes at his curt response, more mad at yourself for continuing the conversation than him. Why were you even talking to him? “Do you have a ride home at least?”

He spit into the toilet again before grumbling, “Why do you care? You’re the one who broke up with me,”

You wished he wasn’t right. He wasn’t the type to get drunk like this.The back of your mind reminded you that you were the reason he felt the need to get drunk tonight. “I still want you to be safe.”

Oikawa shoulders slumped further. “Gonna walk home,”

A million images of him tripping somewhere and getting stuck in the cold played in your mind. He wasn’t exactly a smart or stable drunk. “I can walk you home.”

“No.” He shook his head, making his hair go everywhere. It would be cute in a better situation.

“I don’t want you to go alone.” He mumbled something about exes to himself. As you tried to follow along, your phone vibrated. You reached down to read a text from Kenma.

You good? You’re taking a while.

“I-” You put your phone down and sighed, “If you saw me drunk and vomiting, would you want me to walk home alone?” Oikawa sighed, a clear tell that he was close to giving in. “Your house is only a block away from mine. I’m heading there anyways,”

He gripped the tub and groaned as he stood up, “Fine,”

A small smile set itself on your face, and you put a hand out to steady him. That nausea in your gut multiplied when your hand met his warm skin. His nose scrunched up as he looked at you. “You smell like alcohol,” he muttered as he dragged himself to the door. You immediately pulled your hand away from him as the door opened and hung your head down lower. God, you hoped no one saw you two. The rumor mill would only have more to talk about.

Tooru walked through the hallways towards the front door. Something you had always admired about him was the way people instinctively moved out of his way when he walked. He didn’t even have to ask for attention. His confidence and looks just brought it to him. You pulled your phone out to answer Kenma.

I’m going home. Do you mind if I give you your hoodie back later???

Oikawa stopped by the front door to hug Iwaizumi and say bye. You stepped through the door, exposing yourself to the chilly weather again; you didn’t think it was your place to say bye to Oikawa’s friends anymore. Iwaizumi had always been nice to you. You liked hanging out with him and Oikawa together because of how he calmed Oikawa down. He always took your side in the teasing too. A part of you wondered if walking home with those two were some of your favorite memories of high school.

Your phone dinged, lighting up with a text from Kenma.

Sure. Bring it back whenever. Let me know if you need to talk.

A smile graced your face. The memories with Iwaizumi and Oikawa would have to beat the memories with Kenma and Kuroo first. You knew you weren’t being the best friend right now. They had stuck with you for a long time; it would be sad to lose them now. There was a feeling in your gut that was telling you that you would lose them.

Thanks, i mean it. We should all plan to hang out soon

Oikawa burst through the door before a reply came in. You crossed your arms and smiled at him. “You good?”

He nodded and stepped closer to you, following you. You began walking towards his house. It felt weird walking with him to his house and not being close with him. You spent three years of your life walking this path while holding his hand. Kuroo’s question popped into your head again.

‘Whose hoodie is that?” Tooru’s voice was quiet.

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“The hoodie you're wearing. Whose is it?”

You glanced down. The red color staring back at you. “Oh, it’s Kenma’s. He gave it to me, so I could change,”

“Kenma’s?” Oikawa’s brows furrowed, and there was a small frown in his face.

“Yeah, why?”

Oikawa shook his head. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.

You didn’t believe him, but you decided against probing. “Are you feeling any better? Not nauseous or anything?”

He shook his head. “I think I got most of it out of my system.” You nodded. “Did you drink at all?”

“No, I basically just talked to Kenma and Kuroo and left,” you said.

Oikawa furrowed his eyebrows at you. “You didn’t have fun?”

“No. I’m glad I went because it’s been a while since I’ve seen them, but I felt pretty awkward,”

“That’s not like you,” he muttered.

You weren’t sure if he was right or not. He was right in that you had gone to a lot of parties before, some with him and some not. You were always a social butterfly at them, pulled into conversation after conversation. But you were also always aware of how your voice sounded, the way you were sitting, how long you took to answer. You always felt like you were playing a role, like you were in a video game. You controlled your actions, but there was a disconnect. “I don’t know. It was just different tonight.”

“I felt that too,” he said.

You had a feeling that it was you that made him feel different. It was only a couple of blocks until you got to his house. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to-”

“No, I do. I could’ve handled it better,” you said, “And I know I hurt you, so I’m sorry,”

“I know.” Oikawa gave you a feeble smile. You both stared at each other for a moment before he sighed and looked forward again. “How are your parents doing?”

“Pretty good, my Dad just got a promotion at work,” you answered. You felt like a video game character again, even with him. “My Mom’s really excited for the holidays. She already has a list of traditions planned,”

“I always really liked your Mom,” he smiled. “She’s really sweet,”

You laughed at his reaction to you just mentioning your Mom. “She really liked you too,” you said.

Coming up to his house, you both stopped in front. “Well of course she liked me. Who wouldn’t?” He winked at you, smiling when you cracked up.

“I don’t even know if I should dignify that with a response,” you smiled.

“You don’t need to dignify the truth, sweetheart,”

You rolled your eyes, and Oikawa’s smile grew wider at your reaction. “I should probably head ho-”

Oikawa leaned down, pressing his mouth against yours for a moment. You froze. It had now been a couple of months since you last kissed him, and you forgot how soft his lips were. How he would barely push against you. How one of his hands would always travel to the back of your head with just enough pressure to keep you steady.

Before you could react, he had already pulled away. He stayed close enough that you could feel his breath on your face; the alcohol he drank earlier was more noticeable now. Oikawa whispered, “I’m… Do you want this?”

You let out a shaky breath. “I- Tooru…” you mumbled.

Oikawa sighed, shutting his eyes as he pulled away completely this time. The cold air hit you again without his body there to shield you. There was a part of you that wanted to pull him back; instead you wrapped your arms around yourself. “I’m sorry. I think I’m still drunk, and I really miss-” Oikawa said, rubbing the back of his neck, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I’m sorry,”

“Don’t worry about it,” you mumbled. A silence fell over the two of you, and you became focused on your breathing. “I should probably be heading home before it gets too late.”

Oikawa nodded, backing up towards his house as you turned to walk away. “Can you message me when you get home? So I know you’re safe?”

A small smile appeared on your face as you nodded. “Tell your Mom hi for me,” you called back.

“Tell yours too,” he said with a smile.

You sighed as you began walking towards your house.You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself as a breeze came by. The winter used to be your favorite season, but the coldness just served as a reminder that Oikawa wasn’t there. That one moment of having him against you made the air colder. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, burning against the wind.

After the breakup, you had only cried twice- right after and three days later. Even though you hadn’t been sure if the breakup was the right decision, you had been good at learning how to live with it. Until now. Until you had to deal with reminders of him from people asking about him to Kaori and the rest of his fangirls being pissed at you. You felt like you were back in high school, except at least in high school you had teachers telling you what to do.

Your house came up in view, and you let yourself in quietly. Your parents were probably asleep by now, and the last thing you wanted to deal with was your Mom asking you a million questions. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoed over to your room and locked the door behind you.

You grabbed your phone before collapsing onto your bed.

To Oikawa: I’m home, didn’t get murdered

Kenma had sent you a message sometime while you were walking. Me and Kuroo are gonna go xmas shopping tomorrow. Wanna come with??

Breathing felt hard. You typed ‘yes’ to Kenma as Oikawa’s message came through.

Glad you got home safe! Goodnight :)

You dropped your phone to your side, choosing to stare at the wall in front of you instead. You didn’t want to cry. You were the one who broke up with him; you’re not supposed to be the one who cries. Despite your disagreement, tears began falling. You covered your mouth to keep any sounds from escaping.

Oikawa had been perfect. He treated you great. Even tonight. He loved you. What would have happened if you had grabbed him and pulled him in for another kiss? Would he have wanted to talk about it, or would he have wanted to just keep kissing? Was that all he wanted, or did he want to get back with you?

You remembered how warm he had been tonight. How you felt safer the second you were with him.

“Do you want this?”

You willed yourself to at least stay quiet, since you couldn’t stop the tears. You had missed your chance to answer him.

And you had no idea what that answer would have been.

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