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fluffonthebunniestail · 4 years

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What a Sleepover

Okay, so I may or may not be plotting some headcannons for Zuko 👀👀

BUT, in the meantime- I must push this fic out because I've been thinking of it for a while!

Also, small psa. Just because two dudes are having a sleepover, hugging, holding hands etc. does not mean they're into each other, or gay. Same goes for females, we all just need affection sometimes and shouldn't have to be dating to do so!

Summary: Karma and Nagisa are having a sleepover because that's what best friends do :)

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It was the last class before a well deserved free day. Well, it feels very well deserved.

It was a rough week of extra training not to mention crammed-in study sessions for the following tests. Finally, about ten minutes until school's was done for.

Nagisa was just bouncing his leg in excitement, especially because he is going to go home with Karma.

It wasn't very often they got to hang out anymore, so he was going to take this sleepover and enjoy it. And everything else can go shove it.

So yeah, Nagisa was quite excited. It was a time to just be stress-free. Not just from the normal teenage stress, but the stress placed on their shoulders about the end of the world.

So, when the bell finally rung, it took every bit of will power not to whoop. Instead, he said his goodbyes to Kaede like the gentlemen he is.

He then, packed his things, walking towards Karma's desk.

"You ready to go?" He asked.

"Yeah, give me one second." Karma replied, pulling his back over his shoulder. "Okay, you won't mind if we stop by the store real quick? I want to pick out a few things before we head to my house."

"Yeah, we can go." Nagisa said as they began to walk out the door together. "What are you gonna get?"

"Just some snacks, I don't know. If you see something you like, tell me."

Nagisa just nodded as they continued to their journey to the store. It was mostly accompanied by silence, but it was nice silence. Just listening to some music they've recently found with the occasional bob to the beat.

Once they finally made it to the store, Nagisa just followed behind Karma.

"You cooking tonight?" Nagisa asked seeing Karma picking out some beef.

"Yeah, I was planning on making some beef curry. Unless you wanna order."

"Nah, I always prefer your cooking."

"Damn right."

They got to the isle filled with snacks, Karma just let Nagisa pick out a few.

"Imagine if your parents were here." Nagisa mentioned making the other snort.

"God, they'd lose their shit. I mean sure they're gone but they're... something." Karma huffed, shaking his head.

Nagisa could remember the first time he met Karma's family, it was strange to say at the least. They were putting Karma on a strict diet, despite the fact that he was already skinny. It was just strange.

"Has it ever bothered you?" Nagisa asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Uh, I mean, them being gone all the time. Does it bother you? Like don't you get lonely sometimes?"

"Not really, it's weird. I don't miss them if that's what you're asking."

"When was the last time they were here?"

"Uh, shit I dunno. A little before I was suspended last year."

"Shit."

"Oh don't worry, it's freeing if anything. It's nice. I'm not a people person."

"I know, I know. But still."

"How about, worry about yourself and your own jackass of a mother." Karma said lightly punching Nagisa's head.

He always does that.

"Well, welcome to my humble abode. You already know where everything is and whatnot. Do me a favor, set something up to watch while I make dinner, will ya?"

"You got it chef Karma." Nagisa soluted then retreated to the living room getting something to watch.

Long story short, Karma finished cooking, they ate it and it was absolutely delicious.

Like what couldn't he do?

They then watched some fun stuff, did whatever they felt like until they set up camp in the living room. Aka, Karma getting blankets and pillows, and for them to wrestle who got the couch and floor.

Then they just talked, talked about some woke shit, but not really woke shit ya know?

"Terasaka's a bitch." Karma blurted.

"You're an even bigger bitch." Nagisa retorted, snorting at the random statement.

"Hey, at least I take pride into it."

Nagisa just changed his position slightly by resting his head on Karma's stomach (they're resting like a T) Hey, bromance. It was normal, Karma wasn't very touchy feely but Nagisa was and Karma had to accommodate. Basically, Karma didn't have a say but he didn't really care. It was nice having someone trust him like that.

"This year is crazy." Nagisa said just staring into the ceiling.

"And it's not gonna be any less crazy any time soon."

"You think we're actually going to kill him?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"On how sappy everyone gets."

"But we have to."

"There could always be another way. It always bothered me when Koro Sensei said that he blew up the moon and will to the earth. What is stopping him? He could've done it a long time ago when even the higher ups can't do shit. How come he's now giving us -fucking students of all people- a deadline. He could take us all out as easily as a blink of an eye, what it stopping him?"

"Should we ask him?" Nagisa asked, making Karma bark out a laugh.

"Absolutely the fuck not."

Nagisa just hummed in response. Karma then just sighed obnoxiously.

"I'm bored."

"What do you wanna do?"

"I dunno."

"You don't know?"

"Nope, entertain me."

"By...?"

"Wearing one of my mom's dresses."

"Fuck no!" Nagisa yelped, sitting up.

"What? It'd just be you in your final form."

"You're an ass."

"Ouch, I'm truly hurt. You've wounded me deeply Nagisa!" Karma said clutching his heart, turning to his side covering his head with a pillow. "Just leave me here wounded to such painful words you've set upon me."

Nagisa just scoffed, poking his side making him yelp sitting up quickly.

"Oi!" He pouted.

"What?" Nagisa asked pretending to be concerned.

"And you're calling me an ass?"

"You wanna see this 'ass'."

"Not really, I can already smell it." He snickered.

"Oh yeah?" Nagisa said putting his hands up. Karma catches them pushing them away from him.

"Nagisa, I will rock your shit."

"Yeah? And I can do the same."

"Sure thing pipsqueak."

"You'll apologies for that."

"Will I?" Karma said pretending to think for a few seconds, "I don't think so."

"You're so gonna get it."

"Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?"

Nagisa then quickly let go of Karma's hands, tweaking his sides.

"Hey!" He yelped, "That's cheating!"

"How so, modern problems call for modern solutions."

"You did not just say that-" He cut himself off as he saw Nagisa snake his hands towards him. "Okay, we're not gonna do that!" He said pushing Nagisa's arms away from him.

"Why not?" Nagisa snickered, "Is it because little Karma's too ticklish?"

"Nagisa, shut the fuck up." He fumed, his face starting to get red.

"Awwe this is adorable." Nagisa was loving this, after all those times Karma embarrassed him to no end.

"Fuck oHOFF!" He yelped as Nagisa quickly started to squeeze his sides.

Did he fuck off? Nope. If anything, he continued to squeeze his sides. This made Karma fall not so gracefully onto his back. he was slapping and swatting his arms aimlessly at Nagisa, pulling at his hands trying desperately to pull him off.

"STOHOHOP NAGISA!" He screeched, laughing loudly and uncontrollably. He was squirming around as much as he could, trying to buck Nagisa off but the boy was determined.

"What's wrong? I thought you were said you were gonna 'rock my shit'." Nagisa teased. It was hilarious how easy it was to tease Karma.

The redhead was trying. Key word: trying, to retaliate by jabbing his fingers at Nagisa's ribs. Only reason it didn't work was because it actually hurt a bit. Thank god for Karma losing all sense of control when being tickled.

"Oh yeah? Do you think you're in any position to try that?" Nagisa asked, snaking his hands to the hollows of Karma's underarms.

He squealed, arching his back, elbows locked to his sides and laughter reducing slightly to giggles. It's his least ticklish spot, but it still keeps him going strong. He was able to spout out a string of curses and demands of stopping to Nagisa, but all fruitless.

This however, gave Nagisa full access to the spot he knows kills Karma: stomach.

As soon as his hands had even made contact to his shaking abdomen, Karma screeched.

"NOHODON'TPLEAHAHAHA-" He pleaded. He was trying his best to throw the smaller boy off him. However, it was deeming incredibly difficult with the unbearable sensations that spreaded all throughout his stomach. Nagisa made sure to squeeze every bit of his midsection before briefly traveling to his ribs.

He drilled his fingers between his bones without mercy.

"Are you going to apologize for calling me a pipsqueak?" Nagisa asked digging at his stomach again, making him squeal with every vibrating movement.

He knew that Karma could barely speak a proper sentence, but this was very fun.

What was more fun was seeing a bit of skin from his shirt that rode up from all the rustling. Nagisa tried to grab his hands with one hand, not very successful but better then not trying. His other went under Karma's shirt clawing at his twitching stomach making his laugh come out more panicked.

"Sorry, I can't really hear you." Nagisa grinned, vibrating his hand right around his navel making Karma nearly jump out his skin. His laughter went in and out of being silent. Nagisa felt bad and relented his attack.

The redhead in turn was panting out a few giggles holding his midsection.

"Gohod, you're such a dick."

"Meh, maybe. But you deserved it you mega dick."

"Whatever." He waved off Nagisa, sitting up. He turned his head to the blue boy. "You know I'm gonna get you back."

Nagisa just sighed pumping the air deflated, "Worth it."

"Well, I'm getting snacks and you aren't having shit."

"Why must you be so cruel?" Nagisa sobbed. Karma just chuckled walking to the kitchen.

Karma although wasn't a big fan of getting tickled the shit out of him, it was nice to let loose every once in a while. If course he isn't going to say that though.

#ticklish!karma #tickle fic #tickle fluff #nagisa shiota #karma akabane #assassination classroom #brotp #idk sounds nice #this is fun tho #fun times #sleepover #friends #frienship #slight angst #but not really #enjoy #❤️

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amelink66world · 4 years

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Love of my Life

Heyy guys!! So this is the next part. Make sure you read the previous parts before starting with the new ones. Anyway, enjoy!!! <3

Some Time??

Link went with Amelia to her place at Mer's after the puppy surprise. Link couldn't ask for a better partner. He was already thinking about building a future with her. She was perfect for him. He finally had a purpose here in Seattle. He was actually feeling like a lost puppy...no pun intended, he chuckled, after Meredith stood him up. Jo had pushed him in her direction and he had even liked her but he soon realised, it was not supposed to be him who took her to dates in the first place. Deluca, who had become a really close friend of his, was the one for her. He was gloomy for a while until Meredith apologised to him. Knowing Link, he obviously forgave her.

He was okay until Amelia came thundering in his life like a hurricane...again, no pun intended, he chuckled. He was the most at ease with her. There was just something about her that he couldn't pinpoint. She always made him feel desired with the way she looked at him. Some people questioned his calm and laid back exterior but she welcomed it with open arms. She actually kinda liked it. She did strange things to him, things couldn't actually explain. She had some sort of power over him. No one had ever made him feel like this.

Currently, Link woke up in an all too familiar room with blue sheets and walls with the woman of his dreams in his arms. He couldn't actually see clearly because his head was buried in her soft, brown hair. He inhaled the vanilla scent of her hair. She just loved the smell and feel of her hair. She ha the most amazing hair, well second to him as no one could compete with his hair. He was not smug, it was just a fact.

She was still sleeping with the most adorable pout on her face. Link raised his head slightly to look at her face better. She was facing away from him and he couldn't get a good look but he was ready for compromise until God answered his silent prayer and Amelia shifted in her sleep mumbling something. She always talks in her sleep. Link chuckled at how adorable he found this habit of hers to be. He noticed even the slightest things about her. She was like an open book. She wore her emotions on her sleeves. Sometimes it was difficult to read her too but Link was becoming an expert at doing so.

Amelia turned in his direction and wrapped her arms around his torso. Without disturbing her, Link raised his body gently and propped his head on an elbow to get a good look. I look like a stalker. But I can't help it. She is just so beautiful. Her face was completely relaxed. He noticed just now that her eyes were slightly almond shaped. He knew she had big, blue eyes but it was just then that he realised they were almond shaped. She had a tiny button nose. Link really loved her nose. It was just so cute and small. It was his favourite feature in her face apart from her eyes and lips and...Wait, what's left then? Forget it, her whole face is my favourite. He bent slightly to place a soft kiss on her nose. She seemed unfazed.

His eyes drifted lower to her lips. They were just so full and soft and pink. He loved her lips. The softest. He ran his hand along her hair and lovingly brushed some loose strands away which landed on her face because of the wind entering through the open window. His right hand lingered on her cheek. He placed it firmly now and decided, Enough with the staring now. It's time to wake up!

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She stirred. He now kissed her with more intensity with the utmost intention of waking her up. She opened her blue eyes to his bluish- grey ones staring right back at hers. She smiled. She could wake up like this forever. "Good morning to you too, stalker, " she laughed at his faux hurt expression. " HEY! I'm not a stalker! ", he exclaimed blowing a tuft of his hair out of his face petulantly. She was laughing really hard, "Yeah right ."

Her laugh. Oh, how he loved her laugh. He could hear it all day long. It was like music to his ears. Too cheesy, bleh. Get a hold over yourself, Link. You're not some lovesick teenager. He tightened his arms around her and turned them over. " You just wait...", he attacked her neck with feather kisses making her sigh with pleasure. He pulled back and Amelia stared up at him quizzically. With a devilish smile on his face and a confused expression on hers, he dove right back in to prepare her for the ensuing onslaught. Amelia felt his fingers moving up her stomach and she squirmed beneath him.

Something totally unexpected happened then. She felt a soft pinch on her side. She yelled with surprise. " Ouch. What was that for? ", she asked with a mock angry face. He blinked at her innocently. " What do you think it was? " He then pushed his tshirt that she was wearing to expose her skin and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. She was astonished for a second before squirming under him uncontrollably. She was laughing hysterically now. " Someone's very ticklish, I see. Hmmm"

He was having the time of his day teasing her like this. " Liiinkkk. Stop it." She was breathing heavily, "Pleasee, stop. I'm veryyy ticklish." She started laughing heartily on the new set of tickles on her exposed abdomen. He grinned down at her and moved lower to get level with her stomach. He held her stomach from both sides to prevent her from evading what he was about to do. He started blowing raspberries on her stomach. Amelia started guffawing and panted heavily. " Link, stooop. You'll wake up the kids. Stop, stop, stop " She held on to his arms for dear life and pleaded him. She started mock crying and he knew it was time for him to stop.

He moved back up to her and laid down close beside her. Both of them were grinning at each other with lovable gazes. Suddenly something in Amelia changed and she shifted. All of a sudden she straddled him and grabbed his hands to keep them at bay. Link stared at her slyly. Amelia whispered in his ear, " It's time for your punishment."

Her hot breath on his ear caused a shiver to travel down his spine. Link grinned at her and playfully said, " Are you punishing me or rewarding me? ", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. She answered with a loud laugh. " That is for me to decide ," she dove in to kiss him hungrily.

Link got called in after they were done punishing each other. Amelia had a day off so she was left all alone to get bored. She blew a big puff of air from her mouth. Meh, what a boring day !! It was times like these that she wanted to pick into someone's brain. She hoped someone's aneurysm blew and she got called in. She was not a horrible person, believe me, she was just epically bored. Out of nowhere, her phone dinged and she received a text from Owen. He was requesting her to take Leo out of daycare and to his house as he had to rescue Schmitt and the golden blood donor. She quickly replied with a thumbs up emoji thanking God to grant her some work.

She hurried to the hospital and picked Leo up. She hoped to see Link on her way but couldn't find him. She was slightly disappointed but let it slide. At Owen's house, she was only there for a half hour when the doorbell rang to surprisingly reveal a heavily pregnant Teddy. She sarcastically commented about opening a time portal seeing Amelia with Leo. Amelia could not have agreed more with her. What an irony. Amelia chuckled. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Teddy started professing her love for Owen to her. Amelia was listening confusedly to her ramblings and didn't interrupt. She realised with a start that Teddy's water had broken.

What happened after that was a blur to both the ladies. It was just indescribable chaos. She had accidentally revealed Teddy's baby daddy's sexual romps with her OB and cursed her blabbering mouth. Inspite of that, as usual, Amelia's quick thinking saved the day. Teddy successfully delivered a beautiful baby girl, Allison. She was now standing outside her hospital room observing her happy family. Teddy surely deserved it. She felt bad for her teacher though. He loved her with his while being and would be devastated to know what Teddy was up to. Despite all of that, she was really happy for Owen. She had always wished hum happiness. He finally receive it. Teddy was perfect for him.

The view of the perfect family made Amelia's mind race. Amelia and Owen did not end up on a happy note. She always wanted them to be those Together Forever couples but that didn't happen. They were just not meant to be. Her mind then wandered off to Link. That perfect man waltzed into her life and turned it upside down. In such a short notice, Amelia was totally invested. This scared her to an unbeatable degree. What if her sisters were right? What if there was still some tumor left behind and she was crazy? What if Owen was right? Would she break Link? Would she lose Link too like she did all the other men in her life whom she loved? Was he just a rebound? She haulted her racing thoughts there. He most definitely was not a rebound.

He was what she had needed all along. But still she could not help but think if she jumped into him too soon. She knew he was not a rebound but she did not give herself much time to recover from her harsh breakup before running into Link's arms. He deserved better. She deserved some time to recover, to heal. Link did not deserve such treatment. He told her a few days back that this 'relationship' of theirs started feeling like something real to him. She was internally dancing with joy when he said that but then he asked her if she felt the same thing thing. She absolutely did. Surely did. But no words left her mouth. Her mind suddenly went blank and numb. She couldn't answer him. Instead she asked him for some time to answer his question. He looked disappointed but quickly guarded his expression. After all he was Link. He never displayed his hurt to others.

She was comprehending his words in her mind. This felt real to him. I'm hurricane Amelia!! I know I'll hurt him someday or the other. I can't do that to him. I'm reckless and unreasonable sometimes. Link surely doesn't need that. Does he? She silently hoped that he wanted her along with he negative qualities. She was highly doubting her actions of the past two months spent with him. It was too soon. She knew herself. She always got too attached too soon. Se completely jumped into a relationship right after one ended. She needed to clear her head. She needed some clarity. She did not want to break up with him, she just wanted some space. She wanted to get to know him better. She wanted to go on dates with him before her no filter mouth uttered those three words which she was aching to say after the wonderful time spent with THE GOD this morning. She had to talk to him and explain him that they needed to take it slow.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her out of her incessant thoughts. She knew that touch. She didn't even have to turn her head in his direction to know who it was. I hope what she is about to say doesn't hurt him. I won't be able to see that.

Link spoke gently, " I heard about what happened with the police officer. Quick thinking, Smartypants." She smiled at the nickname. " How are you doing? Are you okay? " He was quick to notice where her gaze lingered. He understood she must be hurt seeing her ex-husband with another woman and their child. He tried his best to be there for her. She has me now.

Here we go. " You are pretty incredible. And great. You are really good to me, Link." She stopped to gauge his reaction. He was intrigued and had an eyebrow raised. Amelia found it cute but then he frowned, putting two and two together.

She's praising me. Oh God. She's obviously 'breaking up' with me. All women start their talk like she did. Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? Did she suddenly realise she's still in love with OWEN?! Nah, that's not true. I've seen the way she looks and smiles at me. It must be something I did. I'm sooo stupid. He internally panicked. He didn't want her to leave!

" Uh, I hear a 'but' coming," he softly commented. His suspicions were rewarded with her affirmation. Link lost it. This was one relationship in his entire life that he wanted to cherish forever but he screwed up. Like always. He was beating himself up and was not listening to her properly.

" But I jumped into you too fast. I should not have done that."

Is she questioning what we had?

I hope he understands that I'm talking about the ill-fated timing.

" I was a rebound," Link commented dejectedly and nodded. He was too hurt to say anything else.

" You definitely were. I'm not sure if you still are."

I'm sure, no scratch that, I know you're not a rebound. I just don't have the nerve to say this. Please understand, Link. God, I can't look at his face. He's hurt.

What does she mean by that? I am or not? I don't understand. Of course, I'm not a rebound now. She's breaking up with me, that's why.

Link broke the silence. " So you're saying...? " He looked at her with confusion all over his face.

" Uh, I'm saying I'm open to possibilities. And that could include you if you don't need me to decide anything too permanent right now. I, uh....", Amelia looked away. Her eyes filled with tears at what she had done. " I need time." Her heart broke seeing Link's face. I'm not leaving you, please get this inside your head!!! " I need to figure out who I am outside of Owen. "

She needs time. I completely understand. I'll give her time. I don't want to stay away from her. Why is she doing this so suddenly? We had such a nice time in the morning!

Link didn't know what to say. He replied with a simple " Okay ".

Wait, that's it? He mentally chided and cursed himself for his curt reply. She's vulnerable right now. Don't treat her like that!

Amelia was speechless. She was waiting for the big blowup from his side. But nothing came. Is that it? He doesn't have anything to say? He won't blow a gasket? Huh. He's so understanding. Amelia mentally slapped herself. Don't go there again. You need time. Take your time. Stop dreaming about him again.

" Okay? ", she questioned softly with teary eyes.

He nodded solemnly and replied, " Okay."

They gazed at each other longingly for a whole minute until it was time for Amelia to leave. She didn't know what to do as she parted. Shall I hug him? No, that would be too intimate. Shall I hold his hand? No, that would be too formal. She finally settled on nodding his way and slowly turned on her heels to leave. She hurriedly left from there and crawled into an on-call room to bawl her eyes out. She finally got the man of her dreams and she screwed up again. No, she did it to stop herself from screwing it up with him in the future. This was necessary. She paged Maggie to the on-call room. Oh right, she's at that stupid camping trip. She then paged Meredith. She did not answer. So she settled for Alex. No answer again. Her final resort was Richard. He ignored her too. What is the matter with everybody? Why is everyone ignoring me? She started sobbing harder. Her very good day was turning out to be really, really bad.

Link's eyes lingered on her form long after she left. He was contemplating what just happened. He was trying to figure out why things took a turn for the worse out of nowhere so suddenly. He came up with nothing.

He sharply left from the nurse's station and headed to find Jo. He needed a drinking buddy today. He needed his best friend right now.

Author's Note:

Hey guys!! So here it is. I asked y'all to not hit me. Please don't after reading this chapter. It was getting really sad towards the end so I made the beginning really fluffy. Can't hurt the feelings of my readers now, can I ?! 😉

Anyways, enjoy. Next chapter will be up soon. Until then.

#amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia shepherd fanfic #amelia and link #love #fluff #romance #greys anatomy

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iamkatehardy · 4 years

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Soft Eddie

By @clubcheapwhitewine

For all those who didn't ask for it. ;)

warning: Watch out! It's getting cheeeesy af!

You shut your eyes, your heart was pounding like crazy as you tried to bring your breath under control. A quite hard plan, if not a dead issue. It was silent, you didn't dare to move a tiny bit and it felt like your own breath were that heavy, you had no doubt it must be the only thing he could hear in this moment. Although none of you touched the other one, his warmth seemed to flow through your body and you swallowed a moan which crawled up your throat by the thought of his hands anywhere on your skin. You knew his lips were only inches away from yours. Eddie let out a gentle, trembling sigh which caused you to open your eyes again just to find yourself look him straight in the eye. He slowly gazed over your face and stopped by your lips for a few seconds. His tongue slid over his own bottom lip before he looked back into your eyes.

A few hours earlier you were in that small bar together with Steven, your best friend Jess and Eddie. It was a spontaneous, casual thing and a kind of unusual combination. You didn't have that much contact with those two guys. They are rather friends of Jess, but the few times you met them were always fun, so you couldn't help but say yes as they asked you to accompany them.

"I'll get us the first round of drinks." Eddie said as you entered the bar together. "Any special wishes?" He watched back over his shoulder but didn't even wait for an answer as he made his way to the bar. You looked at the other two, raising your brows. "Come on, let's find us a seat." you grinned at them. After quickly scanning the small room with your eyes you made out some free seats in the back. You made your way toward the comfortable sitting area in a corner. The lights were dimmed, there were candles in old bottles at the table and it seemed to be all cosy and kind of intimate. "Hmm, romantic." Jess said with a little smirk playing around her lips and a meaningful look into your eyes as she slipped to the bench. You furrowed your brows in confusion, raising one of them. Jesses gaze wandered away from your eyes and focused on something behind you. Before you could turn around to see what she's looking at you felt something cold brushing your back slightly, a pair of pouty lips and a low husky voice right between your left ear. "I think she's right." Eddie said. You jumped a small step back with a gasp. "Woh woh woh, sweetie. Watch out." Eddie stood behind you, holding a full pitcher. The beer in it nearly splashed over from Eddie's quick motion as he flinched away from you. With your mouth still open from shock you looked from the swashing beer over to Eddie. A warm, boyish smile spread on his face as he saw your expression. Maybe you were watching for a little bit too long, but was he already that handsome when you saw him the last few times? "Doll, you look like you could have a drink." he said, still amused about your little performance. "Or two." you replied. "You should be lucky I've got that super fast reflexes so I saved our beer." he said with a wink to you and you couldn't help but smile at him. A cool drink would be great. You slightly nod and slid to the space right between Jess, who was sending you an air-kiss as she catched your gaze. Eddie placed a glass in front of each of you and poured the beer. He sat down next to you and poured a beer for himself before he raised his glass, waiting for the rest of you doing the same. "This evening may be the best of our lifes." he toasted. "Cheers!" you said in chorus. Turning his head to you he added: "And to fast reflexes." before he took his first sip and licked his lips afterwards. As he looked back at you he suddenly grunts out with amusement. "What? You should get over it Eddie." you said, squinting your eyes. He raised his hands up in defence. "Okay, okay, you're right, sweetie. It's just.. I never saw such a pretty moustache." he said, smirking. "Oh! Well, thank you then." you grinned back at him, swiping the froth away with the back of your hand. He reached over, stopping for a second. His eyes asked for permission and his gaze slid down to your lips again. You leaned forward in the slightest as if you were drawn by some kind of invisible energy. His thigh was pressed against yours as he went further and gently wiped away a tiny leftover of froth with his thumb. You closed your eyes and felt his thumb wandering across your bottom lip so delicate you almost couldn't feel it. As if he would wake up from a trance he suddenly broke the touch and you opened your eyes again. He cleared his throat. "There you go." he said lowly, without breaking eye contact. You hummed. A smile played around the corner of your lips. "Thank you, Eddie." You turned your head to look at the other two, whom were absorbed into a conversation with each other. You felt a small relief.

The rest of the evening was great. You bought the next round of beer and Jess and Steve had a few drinks more. Eddie and you were that deep in conversation, you even forgot to finish the second drink. You talked about everything and anything. A little smile here, a small touch there and some of a few seconds too long gazes which revealed a lot. You were hypnotized by his voice, his deep blue eyes and oh that inviting lips. The more time passed the more times your thoughts drifted away and you found yourself fantasizing about how it would feel to kiss those lips, to play with his hair, what he hides under his leather jacket and the shirt and how it would feel like if he'd touch your skin, your thighs, going further and further.. "(Y/N)? You with me?" Eddie's voice broke into your thoughts. You blinked a few times. "Uhm, yes?" You nibbled your bottom lip, feeling caught. "I think it's time to leave." he said smiling with a nod in Jesses and Stevens direction. They both were a giggling mess. You looked at the table, counting the empty glasses in front of them. "When the hell did they drink all this?" You asked surprised, covering your mouth with your hand. As your gaze met Eddie's again you both coudln't help but smile. "Well let's go, get that two wrecks into theirs beds." He got up. "Hey! I heart that!" Jess grumbled in protest, trying to look serious but couldn't hold it long before bursting out in apparently uncontrollable giggling again which Steven immediately joined. "Was it really just alcohol?" You quirked a brow.

It took Eddie and you a lot of strength and time to get Jess and Steven in their beds but you did it and as you finally shut the door of Stevens flat behind you, you high-fived. After a quick look to his watch Eddie eyed you for a moment. "So.. It isn't really that late yet. I mean.." he scratched the back of his head, looking to his feet. You smiled slightly at his sheepish behaviour. "I know it's maybe kind of weird and it would be absolutely okay if you wouldn't want.. It's just, my flat is only 5 minutes from here and I really enjoy the time with you, so.." he looked up again, wetting his lips. "I'd love to come with you Eddie." you said lowly, gifting him a shy smile. "Oh! Well then let's go!" He held his head higher again now, sliding his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and led you to the house in which he lived. That boyish smile was back on his face and you could smell his aftershave as you walked close to his side. Your arms nearly touched but never did at the end. It was a silent walk. Both of you were lost in their own thoughts. He opened the door to his apartment and let you go first. It was rather small, but cosy and it smelled like him. It felt homely immediately and you inhaled his sweet scent for another time and a wave of warmth drove through your body. "So, that's your place, huh? I like it. It's really cosy." you beamed at Eddie whom took a bottle of wine out the fridge. You let one of your hands slide over the fabric of the sofa as you came closer to him. He answered with a grin, watching you. "You want some, doll?" He held the bottle up in your direction and you nodded.

Hearing that pet names out of his mouth with his deep, raspy voice and addressed to you made you feel this delicious tingle in your belly, every time he did it. "C'mon I want to show you something" he said, passing you a glass of wine. "Oh, mysterious. Okay, I'm interested now." You accepted the glass. "Thanks Eddie." you smiled and followed him. He opened the curtains in the living room and revealed a glass door. You were right behind him as he opened it and went further. You found yourself standing on a small balcony. It was decorated with pillows, plants and light chains. As you watched back to Eddie he was on his knees at a comfortable, padded space between pillows, lightning some candles in big jars. "Wow Eddie. I don't know what to say. That's amazing! I didn't thought you were such a romantic person." You couldn't help but giggle. "You think that's funny, doll? Huh?" He smiled his boyish smile. "No, no! It's just, I wasn't expecting that. But I love it." He leaned back on the pillows. Tapping one finger at your glass of wine nervously you watched him lying there, unsure what to do next. "Will you join me, or do you wanna stay there for the rest of the night?" Eddie asked, tucking his arms behind his head to have a better view to you. "I'm not ready with showing you things." He smirked. You laughed and hoped he wouldn't notice your tension. So you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, took a big sip of the wine and crawled to Eddie's side. "You need to lay down on your back, sweetie." You did like he said and as your gaze finally drifted to the sky your mouth formed into a silent 'o'. "See? I didn't finish showing you things." Eddie whispered. It was a clear late summer night, no clouds in sight. The black night sky was dappled by millions and millions of stars and it felt like you'd see all this for the first time in your life. It was like staring into infinity. A bitter sweet feeling of melancholy clouded your senses. While you were watching the sky Eddie was watching you. He studied your expression, stunned by every little motion in your countenance, willing to memorize every wrinkle and every beauty spot. He rolled over to his side, causing you to turn your head. You searched for a hint in his eyes of what he could think about. Eddie opened his lips to say something, wetting them slightly with his tongue. "(Y/N), you are beautiful." he mumbled. You bit your lower lip and blushed. "Well, I didn't think it would be possible but now you're even more beautiful." His fingers twitched. There you were.

He moved his head in the slightest, nuzzling his nose on yours. His warm breath stroked your lips. You closed your eyes and wished you could keep this moment forever. It was perfect. He was. The delicious knot in your belly crumbled, ready to burst. Eddie's lips brushed yours gently before he opened his mouth slightly, embracing your bottom lip with his own lips. You leaned in, eager to feel more of him, of his warm softness. Eddie let go your lip only to cover your whole mouth with his. It was a lingering kiss again. He was taking his time. His hand reached for your cheek now, stroking it delicately with his thumb. The little moan crawled up your throat again and this time you weren't willing to swallow it. So you let it go, digging your fingers into Eddie's chest. His hand slid from your cheek to your lower back. His large hand was pulling your willing body onto his own and he growled lowly as he felt your warmth against him. Your tongue shyly slid out of your mouth to grace his upper lip. He took a deep breath through his nose and as his tongue touched yours the knot in your belly finally bursted, sending a shock of delight trough your body. Your tongues danced a slow dance, both of you enjoying the other one kiss by kiss, lick by lick, second by second. "You taste as sweet as you are." he moaned against your mouth just to continue but this time more passionate and demanding which you accepted willingly. He nibbled and sucked your lips and your skin and so did you. Little moans of pleasure left your throats now and then, swallowed by the night and you both weren't tired at all.

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I’m just leaving a little comment : this is absolutely amazing!

First of all, I was needing some Eddie fluff! And you are too, believe me, you do need this in your life 😍

This is just the right amount of funny and adorable 🥰 P-E-R-F-E-C-T. Every little thing makes sense and it’s so in character 😭❤️ Also, the way it’s written is so so good!

I love it, love it , love it! And you’ve got to read it 🥰

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groundzerobakugo · 5 years

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maniacal // k. bakugou; vampire

gender in this imagine will be female. if you wish for me to create this with male or genderneutral pronouns please feel free to send a message my way! i would be happy to help!

...

after gaining your independence, your first idea was to move away from the big city your family lived, preferring a smaller, more rural area to reside. but, what you hadn’t expected were the strange whispers of after dark. you didn’t really know what to make of it. you were used to big city life, where businesses stayed open late and buses still ran well into the evening. and compared to your new residence, you actually missed it.

no one ever left their homes after the sun went down; it may as well have been a law. rumours held stories of ravenous and savage beasts that would hunt down anyone they found, of insatiable and uncontrollable fiends that would rip someone to pieces under the cover of darkness. at least, that was what you’d been told.

the makeshift law hadn’t stopped you, though.

the full moon was high in the sky, illuminating the streets as you took your time getting back to your apartment. there was a bitter chill to the air with the fall weather coming in, and you wished you’d brought along a spare coat; though, the sweater you wore did provide some warmth, so you couldn’t complain too much.

you bopped your head to the music coming from your headphones. you weren’t really paying attention to your surroundings--after all, no one left their house at night, there wasn’t anyone to bump into or a car to fear getting hit by. it was peaceful, in your mind, as though time didn’t exist, and you were just wandering around a ghost town with no place to be or people to see. after dark, the town was yours.

but, despite the peacefulness you felt, there was an eerie chill in the air, as though eyes were following your every move.

perhaps it was the rumours from the locals of things lurking around at night that could kill you in the blink of an eye. after all, everyone did think you were crazy for going out at night, and they constantly scolded you for stepping foot outside after dark.

you cast a glance over your shoulder, seeing nothing but the empty sidewalk, and grumbled to yourself. damn the locals for making you paranoid. you looked forward once again but stopped abruptly upon seeing a figure in front of you.

“what’s a cute little snack like you doing wandering around this late?” their voice was smooth as velvet, and you looked up at their face. inhuman, golden eyes peered down at you, her lips quirked into a smirk, and an eyebrow cocked.

“i’m just on my way home, enjoying the breeze,” you replied, taking out an earbud.

she tilted her head to the side. “you’re human?”

“and you’re not?” you snorted. “look, if you’re just trying to scare the foreigner, good luck, sugar. i’ve heard the stories, but i think they’re a pile of bullshit.”

“oh?” she grinned. “you’re pretty brave, huh? what’s your name?”

“what’s it to you?” you glared.

“just curious.” she shrugged.

you eyed the girl for a moment. she didn’t look like much of a threat, dressed in a high school uniform and all. “it’s (name).”

“(name)-chan,” she hummed. “i love it! and hey, you’re pretty cute, too. i wonder....”

an odd feeling ran through your body; unease and sudden anxiety making you take an unconscious step back. “wonder what?” you asked, voice wavering.

she looked at you with a unsettling gleam in her eyes, lips twisted into a grin. “how you’d look covered in blood.”

“wh-what?” you asked with an unsure laugh. “you’re still trying to scare me?”

in an instant, the blonde stood nose to nose with you, and you could smell some weird combination of something floral and... metallic? she took a deep whiff, eyes fluttering closed as she sighed. “you don’t have to play tough, i can smell the fear on you, and it smells so good.”

she shoved you against the wall, and you felt your heart drop in your chest. was this really happening? were the locals actually telling the truth? it wasn’t just some stupid rumour?

before you could move, you felt sharp fangs pierce your neck, and you let out a howl of pain, her nails creating crescent shaped wounds into your shoulder. it was such an odd and unpleasant feeling, being able to feel the blood leave your body. your fingertips and toes began to feel tingly when she let go.

“awh, you look even cuter now!” she grinned with a reddened smile.

you struggled to stand through the haze, attempting to brace yourself amongst the wall. your palms scraped against the rough brick, and you could feel your shirt become wet and clingy to your shoulder, spreading downward with each drop of blood that gushed out.

the girl licked her lips. “maybe i should keep you, you taste absolutely delicious.”

“like hell you fucking will,” a new voice growled.

you squinted, trying to make out a second figure, but everything was growing blurry. you could see vague shapes and indistinguishable sounds of grunts and growls, as though you were thrust underwater. it felt like you were almost drowning, even it was getting harder and harder to breath, harder and harder to stay on your feet, harder and harder to keep focus.

but then everything fell silent, only the sounds of heavy breathing echoing through the breeze.

“hos-hospital,” you mumbled. “i... i need to-to go... to the-the hospital....”

something warm touched your cheek, and your eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking with ruby red irises. “ain’t no hospital around that’s fucking open. where do you live?”

“hospital...,” you repeated, eyes closing once again. “need... need to....”

“oi, don’t you dare fucking pass out on me,” the voice said.

but you felt your conscious slipping away, and everything fell into darkness.

...

“has there been any change with the human?” someone asked. “i mean, it’s been a couple days.”

a grunt. “not yet.”

“should we really be keeping her here?” the former voice again. “i mean, it was you who made the rule not to--”

“i know what the fuck i said, shitty hair, but i couldn’t just leave her to fucking bleed out on the street, could i?”

there was silence for a moment. “no, i suppose not. has her wound healed up?”

“not completely,” they replied. “but--”

the two froze upon hearing a small groan from your lips. your form moved on the bed, and both took a hesitant step forward.

“is she waking up?”

“looks like it.”

“i think she’s waking up.”

“yeah.”

“she’s wak--”

“i fucking got it, shitty hair! now get the hell out!”

“right!”

your head was pounding as you came to, body feeling heavy and sore as though you hadn’t moved in years. you blinked, eyes hazy as they adjusted to the dim lighting of the room. you struggled to sit up, a sharp throb coming from the junction of your neck and shoulder causing you to hiss in pain and clench your jaw.

“lay back down.” a voice ordered.

you jumped out the sound, twisting sharply to meet a ruby red gaze. instantly, you regretted the movement, “fuck.” you caught your breath for a moment, taking a glance at the person beside you. he was pretty attractive, you couldn’t lie, with wild blond hair, broad shoulders, and a sharp jaw. but what threw you off was the color of his eyes. inhuman and abnormal. “who are you? where am i? what happened to me? why am i here?”

“don’t ask so many fucking questions, and fucking listen to me, dipshit. you’ll reopen that stupid bite.” he growled. “now, lay back down, or my damn hard work will be all for shit.”

“kiss your mother with that mouth?” you grumbled as you laid back down. “now, answer my questions.”

he quirked a brow, eyes narrowing. “you’re safe in my apartment. you were attacked by a vampire, and i fucking saved your ass so you better be damn grateful.”

“what the fuck do you mean a vampire?! a vampire fucking bit me? what planet are you from?”

and within the blink of an eye, the man was right in front of you, teeth bared and eyes wild. “i mean a goddamn, shit sucking vampire, dipshit. that blonde bitch was fucking hunting in my damn territory, and i don’t fucking go for that shit, got it?! she would have made you a shitty blood slave, or she would have killed you if i didn’t get there in time!”

�� your eyes were wide with fear, mouth agape as you struggled to form words. your hands clenched the sheets beneath them, and you could feel your heart beat rapidly with fear. images, flashes, passing through your mind, memories of a blonde high school girl attacking you. a small whimper escaped your lips, and you subconsciously moved away.

“i wanna go home,” you whimpered. “take me home.”

but the blond didn’t respond. he only backed away and left the room, leaving you with teary eyes and a fearful heart.

...

you couldn’t fall asleep easily after waking up the first time. it was as though every time you closed your eyes, you would see her. you would see himiko toga hunting you down. no matter how much you wanted to sleep, you couldn’t as the memories passed by. your neck ached with each moment you spent awake, but you couldn’t afford to succumb to nightmares.

it wasn’t for another few hours that your door opened again. but this time, it wasn’t a blond. it was a redhead.

“o-oh, you’re... you’re awake?”

you only stared at him.

“sorry, i was just going to leave some food for you,” he replied, setting down a tray of soup and a bottle of water. “i’ll let you eat in peace--”

“wait,” you called, and he paused in his tracks. “please, don’t leave me alone.”

his brows raised. “uh, ye-yeah. sure.” he sat down awkwardly on the side of the bed, eyes cast off to the wall in front of him.

“what’s your name?” you asked.

“me? i’m kirishima, kirishima eijirou,” he said. “you?”

“(name),” you replied.

“you’re not from here, are you?”

“nuh uh. i moved about a month back,” you said, poking around at the soup.

“it’s not much, but bakugou says there’s a lot of nutrients in there humans need,” kirishima said, seeing you stare at the soup in disinterest.

you looked over at him. “bakugou?”

“the angry blond guy,” he laughed. “he’s really rough around the edges, but he doesn’t hurt humans. none of us do in this territory.”

“so you’re a... vampire?” you asked.

“not exactly,” he replied. “more of a dhampir. half human, half vampire. basically, i get all the cool stuff without needing blood.”

“oh,” you murmured. “bakugou, he... he’s not gonna...?”

kirishima gave you a small smile. “he won’t hurt you. like i said, we don’t hunt humans in this territory. it’s inhumane, especially with blood packs and even donors around, but outside the territory, other vampires still prefer the old ways.”

“right,” you replied. you blinked tiredly, trying a spoonful of the soup.

“bakugou said you’ll need to eat all of it, that way you get better quicker. eat and then rest,” the redhead said. “but... well, you should have been sleeping when i came in. it’s nighttime, after all.”

you dropped your spoon back in the bowl, the soup tasting sour in your mouth. “i... i can’t.”

his brows furrowed. “can’t what?”

“i can’t sleep,” you mumbled.

“oh? why not?”

“nightmares.”

“oh.”

“i-i can’t close my eyes without... without seeing her there,” you said, tears threatening to fall. “i thought it was fake. i thought it was some stupid prank that everyone was so stupid they fell for it.” you laughed, a hollow sound bouncing off the walls.

you jumped as you felt a hand touch your shoulder. “i’m sorry, (name). if you want, i can get you some sleeping pills. it might help a little bit.”

“really?” you asked, looking over at kirishima.

“of course,” he smiled. “but, you have to eat your soup first.”

“okay,” you replied, the faintest of smiles tugging at your lips.

...

twenty minutes after kirishima had left the room, there was a slight knock at the door before it creaked open. “you better be fucking decent.” the blond, bakugou, walked into the room holding a glass of water and a bottle of pills.

“wh-where’s kirishima?” you asked, a bit fearful to be in the same room as bakugou.

“he’s on an errand,” he responded plainly.

you looked down at your hands. “oh.”

the blond rolled his eyes and took a seat on the edge of the bed. “here. take two. shitty hair says you’ve been having nightmares.”

“thanks,” you muttered, taking the medication from his hand. “what is it?”

“a fucking ancient vampire sleeping draught,” he said.

your eyes widened. “re-really?”

“no, dumbass. vampires don’t even fucking sleep,” the blond scoffed. “now take the stupid pills and drink the damn water so i can leave.”

you scowled. “fine. but...,” your face softened, cheeks turning a light pink. “but, please don’t leave.”

his brow raised, “hah?”

“don’t go,” you mumbled.

bakugou hesitated for a moment. he could smell the fear on you, so why were you even asking him to stay? as if it would change anything?

“please.”

“fine.”

you smiled at the blond and then swallowed the pills, following after with the glass of water he’d given you. “how long until they kick in?”

“maybe five minutes?” he guessed.

“oh.”

silence passed between the two of you for a few minutes, and you could feel the pills slowly start to work as your mind grew hazy. bakugou stayed seated on the edge of the bed, occasionally shifting his gaze your way to check if you were still awake. something about being alone with bakugou was much different than being alone with the blond.

you looked over at him. “why don’t you hunt humans?”

he glanced at you. “what kind of a damn question is that? it’s fucking barbaric and stupid. that good enough of an answer for you?”

you hummed. “i-i think. so, you’re not going to kill me?”

“are you stupid or something?”

“why’re you so mean?” you whined, body feeling heavy as you leaned his way. “i... i’m not... stupid.”

“oi. oi. oi!” the blond froze as you passed out on his shoulder, not sure if he should move you or not. he growled low under his breath in annoyance. “god dammit.”

slowly, he shifted to lay you down, but you’d latched onto his arm, pulling him down with you as you curled up against him. his cheeks blossomed into a cherry red, heart skipping a subtle beat. now what the fuck was he supposed to do? lay there without moving until you wake up?

a cool blast of air from the fan sent a whiff of your scent his way, and he flinched. your wound was still healing, the smell of your blood still prominent through the bandages.

would he even survive the night?

...

to be continued if requested

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Charming Instruction

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: You were just an average, everyday college student desperately trying to graduate. Only one more year stood between you and that celebratory walk. However, due to an oversight by your adviser, it seemed that the one class you never wanted to take was required to take that walk. It wasn’t the subject matter that made you uncomfortable. It was the teacher. Your heart sped up every time you saw him and you didn’t want that distraction in your life, attractive or not. With meeting him now an inevitability, you swore that you would keep your hormones in check. But after your first day of class, a series of hi jinks and weird situations lead you to discovering the secret of your professor and why he seemed to bombard your every thought.

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“Do you realize how worried we’ve been?”

“You didn’t answer any of our texts or phone calls.”

“It was dark out and you weren’t home.”

“Why didn’t you just tell us where you were?”

“Oh, my god, enough!” You jumped up off the couch, fists clenched at your sides. “You guys are not my parents. I can go out if I want to.”

“Okay, that’s true,” Gemma huffed as she crossed her arms. “But still. This was completely out of character for you. Can you blame us for being worried?”

You looked at both of your best friends. Their worry was understandable, but this was just too much. “I’m fine. Next time, I’ll send you guys a text that I’ll be out late. Just lay off, please.”

“Where did you go?” Cam asked.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you tried to come up with a good lie. The library was out as you were sure they probably checked there. Saying you went to the woods to find your professor or a pack of wolves that may also be human would bring up way too many questions. And Professor Kim trusted you. He didn’t freak out when he saw you. He didn’t try to bargain with you or threaten you. He’d simply accepted that you knew now. So you refused to betray that trust.

“I found a random coffee I’d never been, too,” you shrugged. “My phone was still on silent from class and in the bottom of my bag. I was reading so I wasn’t paying attention to the time. I’m sorry.”

Gemma clicked her tongue. “Alright. As long as you weren’t out gallivanting in a dangerous place.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Really? You think I’d do something crazy like that?”

“She’s got a point,” Cam chuckled.

“Exactly.” You yawned. “Now that the interrogation is over, can I go to bed? I have class tomorrow morning.”

Gemma waved you off. “Yeah, sure. Sorry about the third degree.”

“You tend to panic,” you laughed. “I think I’m used to it by now.”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Cam said before disappearing into her room.

You rolled your eyes, also ducking out of the room before Gemma started arguing about how she never panicked as if that would change the fact that she very much did.

Very much to your own surprise, you managed to get a good night’s rest. You still groaned when your alarm went off and lied there in the dark for a few minutes, letting yourself wake up a bit. But you’d slept through the night, passing out nearly the second you head hit the pillow.

But you had class with Professor Kim today. How were you going to get through class without constantly picturing your teacher covered in hair and sporting long fangs?

You got dressed and put your things together for class. Cam was up already, sitting on the couch with her laptop balancing on her knees. She only gave you a small wave before you ducked out of the apartment and headed for the university.

Like the previous class period, you sat up front, taking some other poor student’s seat. Professor Kim wasn’t surprised this time seeing you closer to where he was. In fact, he even smiled at you a little bit. Yes, definitely a strange reaction from a werewolf who had just been exposed. But, then again, you didn’t exactly behave like someone who’s world was completely turned on its head.

Well, actually, was your world that drastically changed?

So you knew your professor could shift into a dog. Big deal. That didn’t mean that your life changed. You just had to make sure you didn’t accidentally tell anybody. You could do that.

Concentrating in class was a little easier, although every few minutes your mind decided to remind you of the fact that you had now seen your teacher naked. Bad, brain, bad.

Before Professor Kim had dismissed you all, he informed the class that the papers had been graded and were available for pick up. A mass flood of students pooled around his desk as he searched the giant pile in front of him and gave them to the correct student.

You waited for about ninety-percent of the students to clear out before you got up from your seat and approached the desk.

Professor Kim was still smiling at you when you walked up. He held out your paper for you, “Good job, (y/n).”

“Thank you,” you whispered, clearing your throat. Without even looking at the grade, you took the paper and left.

Once a good distance away, you sat down on a bench and looked over the paper since you had a good half hour before your next class. You pouted.

An eighty-nine.

From Professor Kim’s congratulating remark, you thought you had done much better. Way for him to get your hopes up. Just barely not an A. Jerk.

The little notes dotted around the pages were helpful, praising you in some areas while raising important questions on your thoughts in others. Fine. You couldn’t be mad about that. You’d just have to do better next time.

Before you could shove the paper away in your bag, you noticed an additional note in the bottom right hand corner of the third page written in black ink rather than the red everywhere else. It was tiny and barely noticeable. You had to squint a little bit, even with your glasses. It was a small set of directions, giving you the name of a road, telling you when to turn off to another as well as a date and time. Tomorrow at ten in the morning.

Sitting back on the bench, you laughed to yourself a little bit. Professor Kim was telling you to meet him somewhere - out of town by the looks of the directions - but for what?

Then you got excited. Did he want to talk to about last night?

Maybe you’d get to learn more about his… condition. You could ask questions, maybe even see his transformation. And you didn’t even have to push or suggest the meet up yourself. Since when was luck on your side?

You shouldn’t be this excited jumping in the car to drive to the middle of the woods to meet your werewolf professor. No, you didn’t think he was going to kill you or make you disappear, but it still didn’t seem like a good idea on paper.

As far as Cam and Gemma were concerned, you were going to be spending the day in that same little coffee shop that you couldn’t remember the name of doing homework. That should give you a good enough alibi for a few hours, at least.

The night before, you looked up the vague location following a satellite view of the road, but as far as the world was concerned, there was nothing but woods out there. It would take you at least an hour to get to the meet up point, so you woke up unnaturally early for a Saturday, making sure you had a filling breakfast before getting dressed. You took extra care in your outfit to the point where you were even judging yourself. After losing count of the amount of times you’d changed or discarded what you were trying on, you settled for comfort. The t-shirt you had on was simple with a little pocket on the left side of your chest and the skinny jeans were practically brand new.

You kicked yourself as you grabbed your purse and headed out the door. Putting this much thought into what you were going to wear was absolutely ridiculous. It didn’t matter what clothes you had on. You were simply meeting your professor hopefully for a deeper explanation of his little secret.

The car ride didn’t do anything to calm your nerves.

As you sped down the country road that was flanked by miles of trees on either side, your heart stayed up there on the bpm scale. Every nerve was on edge and you could feel the nausea building in your stomach. When you turned onto the road that the directions told you to, you leaned forward in the seat as if that would help improve your vision or calm your system.

Finally, after another ten minutes of driving down that way, the trees broke and you gasped. A giant farmhouse came into view, sitting in the middle of clearing with a detached garage almost as large. One of the taller boys that you recognized sporting silver hair from the group of Professor Kim’s “cousins” (you highly doubted that they were all actually related), was leaning against the white railing of the porch with his forearms. As you put the car in park a few feet away from the steps, the boy waved and walked into the house. Were you supposed to follow him?

Getting out of the car, you took a deep breath and started towards the steps. The front porch door opened up again. Smiling down at you was Professor Kim. The grin that decorated his lips was different that the ones that he’d given you in the past. They were usually more reserved, like he was holding back or unsure about something. Now… now he was practically beaming. He wasn’t wearing his glasses that he typically had on in class, but he still looked just as adorable with crescent moon eyes. You could feel your cheeks getting warm. Great. You were blushing just because he was smiling at you.

“Hi, (y/n).”

Junmyeon was trying to remain stoic and calm. As the clock hanging in the kitchen ticked closer to ten, he could feel himself getting antsy. Would you actually show up? Did his little note come across as too creepy? What if you got the wrong idea?

Burying his face in his hands, Junmyeon let out a long and hefty sigh. His right leg bounced uncontrollably, the only outlet for all his pent up energy.

“Morning, hyung!” Chanyeol’s deep, cheerful greeting made the alpha jump in surprise. The giant just laughed.

“Good morning, Chanyeol,” Junmyeon grumbled.

Chanyeol titled his head, a jug of milk hanging in his hand as he stared at Junmyeon with the fridge wide open. “What’s wrong?”

“Technically, nothing’s wrong,” he answered honestly. “It’s just….”

“Are you worried your mate might tell someone about seeing you in the woods?”

Junmyeon smiled to himself.

He couldn’t believe his luck that Thursday night. Yes, you had accidentally seen him shift from wolf to human. Well, actually, from the way you spoke, you’d intentionally sought him out. Not only did he not have to figure out a way to tell you the truth about what he was, but you weren’t scared of him. There was no screaming or running or rushed explanations.

Yes, very lucky indeed, especially compared to some of his brothers.

“No,” he finally answered. “I’m not worried about that at all.”

“Then why so tense?” Chanyeol slid into the booth across from him.

Junmyeon cleared his throat. “She’s coming over today. Maybe.”

That nearly made Chanyeol choke on the milking he was currently chugging. “How did you manage that?”

“Uh, well,” Junmyeon cringed. This was not going to sound as innocent as it did in his head. “I wrote a little note on her paper. How to get here and what time to come.”

And there was the explosion.

Chanyeol was laughing so hard he was pounding his palm against the table, rattling the now half-empty glass. It felt like a good five minutes before he was able to catch his breath. Wiping tears away from his eyes, Chanyeol took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“So, you wrote her a note?”

Junmyeon frowned. “I couldn’t exactly pull her to the side after class and say ‘hey, this is my address, come over Saturday morning so I can explain the details of me being a werewolf and how you’re my mate’? Not exactly the best thing to say when other students are around.”

“Good point.” Chanyeol glanced over at the clock. “What time is she supposed to be coming over?”

“Ten,” Junmyeon replied. “I don’t know if she’ll actually show, though.”

“So, why don’t you go outside and wait for her?”

“I don’t want to weird her out.”

Jumping up from the booth, Chanyeol headed for the entrance that led to the rest of the house.

“Where are you going?” Junmyeon asked.

“Going to watch for her,” Chanyeol explained. “Since you’re too chicken.”

“Chanyeol, no-”

Too late. Chanyeol was already out of the kitchen and on his way to the front porch. To be honest, Junmyeon was a little relieved. He still wasn’t sure exactly if you’d show up, but it made him feel better to not be the one sitting on the porch waiting for you to pull up in your car. It would take a lot of self control for him not to ambush you as soon as you got out of your vehicle.

Fifteen minutes later, Chanyeol came back into the kitchen, a huge grin on his face. No explanation needed, Junmyeon jumped up and ran to the living room. Just before he opened the front door, he took a deep breath.

Don’t look too eager. Don’t look to eager.

Turning the handle, he stepped out just in time for you to exit your car. He couldn’t hold back the smile that stretched across his face. You came. You really came.

“Hi, (y/n).”

You fixed your glasses in an oh-too-adorable fashion. It was obvious that you were just as nervous as he felt. The wolf in him growled, urging him to move closer to you.

“Hi, Professor Kim.” You gave him a little wave.

“Please,” Junmyeon tried not to trip as he quickly went down the porch steps, “call me Junmyeon. At least here.”

“That’s,” you frowned, pulling your eyebrows together, “weird.”

The smile slipped from Junmyeon’s face. No, no, no, that wasn’t good. He needed to make you comfortable around him.

Noticing the dimming of his face, you stuttered, “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! Thank you! For, um, giving me permission to, uh-”

Junmyeon waved his hands in front of him. “No, it’s okay! I just… don’t want to be formal. Not here, in my home. Come on.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you back up the porch and into the house. He kept going until he made it into the kitchen. Then, by your shocked face, he let go of your hand. Oops. Too much contact too fast.

Clearing his throat, Junmyeon motioned for you to sit down at the breakfast booth before walking over to the coffee machine. “How do you like your coffee?”

“Oh, no, I’m good,” you said as you slid into the booth. “Thanks.”

Junmyeon frowned. “Do you want anything to drink?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay.”

“Oh, okay.” Junmyeon turned the coffee maker off before joining you on the other side of the booth.

After a minute or so of an awkward silence, you settled your hands into your lap. “Why did you invite me here?”

Junmyeon shrugged. “I thought you might have some questions after Thursday.” Chuckling a little, he ran a hand through his hair. “You know, about… me and what I am.”

The corners of your lips twitched. “Really?” Junmyeon nodded. “Okay. Um, wow. I don’t really know where to start.”

“Let me help.” Junmyeon scooted forward in his seat, settling his arms on the table, close to you but still giving you your space. “Yes, we’re born this way. No, you can’t become one by being bitten.”

You laughed. “Yeah, that is a good place to beginning.” You, too, shuffled a little closer, leaning in towards him. “But what about-” You stopped. “Nevermind.”

“No, what is it?” Junmyeon urged.

“Well…,” you clicked your tongue. “Do you turn into an actual wolf or is it more of the creepy hybrid type?”

Junmyeon couldn’t help the boisterous laughter. He’d never been asked what kind of werewolf he was. That wasn’t the type of question he’d been expecting.

“We turn into wolves,” he replied, getting control of himself. “Four paws and a tail. We’re just a little bigger than your average wolf.”

An eager shine glinted in your eye. “Can I see you as a wolf?”

Clumsy, quick steps tripped down the stairs. Junmyeon turned around in his seat in time to see a girl come to a stop at the bottom of the stairs where they spilled into the kitchen. Her hair was matted and messy. Make up was smudged under her eyes and she clung to her purse like it was a shield as she stared wide-eyed in horror at being caught. Kris came down after her.

“Uh, hey, Junmyeon,” Kris waved awkwardly. Placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, he guided her out of the kitchen quickly.

“Who was that?” you asked.

Turning back around, Junmyeon chuckle lightly to himself. Kris had let him know last night that he would have a guest over. He hadn’t asked for the details, but it seemed one of them had had a rough night and hadn’t expected to wake up here. Junmyeon wished Kris luck with that one.

“That, uh, that was Kris. He’s one of the leaders of the pack.”

Your eyes widened. “One of them?”

Junmyeon nodded slowly. “Yes…. I’m the other one.”

“Like an alpha?” you grinned.

“Yes,” he laughed. “I’m an alpha.”

“Wow,” you blinked, obviously impressed. “That’s cool.”

That just made him laugh even more. “I think that’s the first time I’ve been associated with the word ‘cool’.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, ignoring his self-deprecating joke. “So… who was the girl?”

Junmyeon stopped smiling. “It’s… complicated.”

“Complicated how?” you inquired.

More footsteps - slower and heavier and a larger number of them - were headed for the steps. It seemed more of his pack was finally getting up for the day. He really didn’t want to be hovered over or let them eavesdrop while he eases his mate into his world.

“I’ll explain in a bit.” Junmyeon stood up, grabbing your hand again just to get you to your feet before letting it go again. “Let’s go for a walk.”

You lit up. “So I can see the wolf?”

Junmyeon smiled. “Yeah. I’ll let you see the wolf. Come on.”

Heading out the back door, Junmyeon heard his pack members arrive in the kitchen, loud and happy for just waking up. Escaped just in time.

The two of you headed for the woods, Junmyeon keeping you close beside him. He’d only scratched the surface in telling you about himself. Now is when the scary part came to life.

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First Part of Story Lolz: The first step into the cavern isn’t that dark. People believe it is but they’re just intimidated by the dark green moss that grows around it along with the spiky vines. Marie Jane? The Marie who likes to switch between Mary because it makes her feel chic? Oh she was just flabbergasted to the even proposition of stepping one Louis Vuitton, red high-heel in there. Even so, she was curious about the bright side of the cavern, as much of an oxymoron of that statement is. Everyone is.

Alex Lyres, skinny jeans and long sleeves, brown skin or hairy arms, one of the two, that is unsuspecting of outside analyzing, and depressed green eyes. They fell silent in front of the cavern, walked in slowly in a trance of the great things that awaited, pushing away the wispy spider webs and teething bats. I hope she doesn’t get lost.

Kamila Civet, she ran. She ran straight in, we hardly saw her anymore. She’s addicted to the cavern, she likes to run through all of it. She can’t handle the darkness though, it pushes her out with sharp black nails, sometimes it only used two, sometimes it used all.

The cavern does terrible things, it made me lose what was alread lost.

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Chapter 1:

A tip of a black word that could have meant to be blue grazes me everytime I step out of my house. Ten thousand words clutter the pages of others' mother tongues, so you can imagine the scars that yielded me weak to the eye of the majority. Fading away into the deepest shadow of Oaktown High seemed to cloak me with the power of moving through the halls without being at a sword's end, or at least at one I could see. I had grown comfortable with this lifestyle because it’s all I knew along with the wrappers of mistakes in my closet. But please do not play the chorus of slow violin notes because I am not my paragraph, I am my essay.

I couldn’t say the same about Mary Jane.

Gaggles of laughter follow her tall figure, swaying with her long blonde hair. Skinny arms wrapped around the shoulders of her companions whose skin is as unblemished as their reputation. Longing stares from the girls and boys who smile for status. An idolized individual that excelled at whatever you did not. “Okay, okay, listen!” Samia Davenport tries to reason, “Ignore the fact he’s a ginger. He’s cute.” Mary squeezes Samia’s face and squeals, “My little babushka is growing up. She likes men who aren’t on reality T.V too!” Samia swats her arm away, trying not to laugh. “Oh shut up, don’t deny that Dave Hansen is absolutely my soulmate.” Dave Hansen? Interesting, stupid choice. The boy who spread a rumor about you being homeless in eighth grade? The boy who chopped your hair off in ninth! The boy who smirks and everything feels like a blissful high, a serenity of happiness flooding through your brain. Too bad he likes Maya, who dismissed half of his heart with a slur that demolished him into succumbing to a camp which told him, be Christian, not you.

They’re idiots for craving such expensive baggage because they know they can’t have it, though I can’t fault them. I’ve -however- learned to push my credit card back into my pocket and tame my legs to walk out of the store.

Mary nods with disinterest as she eyes Ms. Alejandras classroom. “Wait up, okay?” She grinned at Samia and rushed in the door. “Ms! Ms. Alehandra, I was wondering if I could obtain some extra credit?”

“Mary, just turn in your missing assignments . I’ll give you 50% for each.”

“I lost all the papers.”

“I can print new ones.”

I watch the exchange with dancing pupils, careful to not let my shadow get into the light. Mary has fists furrowed into small pockets with inching frustration poking out of them.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Tapping on the linoleum floor, 1, 2, 3, 4…

“It’s uneven. It has to be 0-5, 5-10, 15-20. Right now if I do an extra credit assignment it’ll finally be 0-5.”

“Does it have to be in 5s?”

“More satisfying in 5s ma’am.”

Ms. Alejandra adjusts her long brown pencil skirt and touches Mary’s shoulder. “Read a book after you complete your missing assignments and then talk to Dr. Vienna.”

Mary sighs, she nods a quiet thank you and walks away with red fists and a crippling smile. “Did you get the extra credit?” Samia asks. Mary laughs , “No, that idiot was like ‘oh just talk to Dr. Vienna after you do it. Like oh cause he always helps, blah, blah.”

Dr. Vienna, the man who thought if you met him or his staff every night at 8:00 pm to get your daily fix of yellow, blue, pink, or green you could be cured from your worries. I mean, he’s not wrong. But yellow turns to blue and blue to pink and pink to green and then thousands of green clutter a controlled mind.

“What did you say?” Samia asks.

“I was just like ‘Yeah, sure, whatever haha.”

“I would have just cleaned her room right then and there, just ignore her and start cleaning.”

“Oh, if only.”

A familiar buzz sounds through the halls. A calling for lost luggage, they want to keep alive. Too bad our owners aren’t coming to pick us up any time soon. Airport security was a hassle enough the first time.

Most of us groan and walk to the assigned seats and watch the numbers. Dr. Vienna sits with the ones who watch too carefully. “Don’t you wish you were like them?” Says the blonde girl next to me, tapping my shoulder. “No Kamila, I don’t.” She rolls her eyes, “Well then you're crazy, imagine how easy it is for them. I can’t believe some of these girls came voluntarily. It’s like being Albert Einstein and then going to a camp that teaches you to be dumb.” Kamila eyes her cheesy potato cubes and boiled egg on veggies. She stuffs all of it in her pocket, one egg slice, one cube, one veggie at a time. Staring, being mesmerized by the girls who grasp control over uncontrollable behaviors. I want to tap her shoulder like she did to me but I know she’s so much more cluttered than me, she would trip over all her the mess in her brain to think that’s pretty. Mary walks to our table with her plate of food, a lunch of one cookie, one apple, two pieces of lean fish, a salad, and a baked potato. “Just be balanced.” Mary said, smiling shiny white teeth. “Do you really want to go into the cavern just to look like that? They’re miserable.” Kamila glared back, “Oh please Mary. All 5’8 of you would want to sit there and look like that. Everyone does.” Mary sits down, “Of course everyone does. But it’s not worth it. Besides, the cavern is so gross and if you go the wrong way you are done forever. You don’t even get to be them. “

Kamila scowled in disgust, “Ugh you know nothing! I already did, I got lost too but I’m going to go back and find my way in.” Mary laughed, “Kamila, you're going to go in there and never get out. You're going to want to keep going. But you won’t be able to. It’s like a cigarette, you’ll be addicted.”

“What’s the cavern?” I popped in. They looked at me with shock.

“You don’t know what the cavern is? It’s literally why almost everyone is in here. What are you in for then?”

“My parents got sick of having a kid who doesn’t know how to love them.” My flat response. It didn’t even feel like I spoke, I just opened my mouth and the words fell into place. The ones I was hoping would never come out.

“Oh.” They said in unison, eyes wary of the girl they once thought was innocent. Would it be better if I had gone into the cavern first? Got addicted to it, whatever ‘it’ may be.” Uneasily Mary explained, “If you haven’t gone into the cavern, it’s best you only know it by its code name. It’s not actually a cavern.”

Kamila joined in, “I came in here for other reasons too, then I learned about it and started. You need something to distract you here. I mean but if you haven’t started it, find something else.”

“Just tell me what it is.”

They both looked at eachother, they seemed indecisive. Should we tell her? I could practically hear the words they looked at each other with. It couldn’t be that problematic, could it? “I’m sure I’ve heard of worse.” They both shook their heads. “It’s not that you haven’t.”

Kamila tried to explain.

“It’s just that you can’t try it once and be done. If you try it, you're done for. It’s not murder obviously, it’s...it’s like everything bad on this world is labeled in colors. Blue for normal, green for normal but you're slipping, orange for hey this is getting bad, and red for you messed up. The cavern pushes you to orange right? But then you like it so you keep going and slip down to red. Then it's like...it takes all of it’s rocks and barricades you with them. The oxygen is slowly slipping away, you know you will die. But in your mind that's worth it so you either die or someone pulls you out. Hardly ever does anyone pull you out though.”

Chapter 2:

All week I had been curious to what the cavern was, jumping at any chance to pull the answer out of unsuspecting victims. Yet they always hushed me and pointed at a staff member or harshly whispered something along the lines of “if you don’t know you don’t need to. I shouldn’t be talking about this here.” Yet in every location I could find with every set of people available, the answer was always the same. Actually that's a false statement, as time went on the answers became more general and specific at the same time. The cavern was so wide, it had such an in depth storyline but from physical appearances it was normal and forgettable. The cavern came off as a stranger to me, a human I did not know who has a story that would make me cry if I read it.

“Mama used to say that my eyes were a gift from the desert, that they were a sandy brown drought. “

That’s cute.” Commented Kamila. “My Mom used to call me a little bird. Since my legs used to be really skinny and I liked to wear my halloween costume wings like almost every day.”

“Did I say that out loud?” I ask.

“Yeah, you do that a lot, ponder quietly with a mysterious look on your face and then randomly drop in the crumble of words in your head.”

“Oh.”

I’m pretty sure Mom used to say something like that. That my eyes seemed to get lost in the colourful realm, speechless to the greenery of new ideas and scenarios. I guess the cavern was a new scenario. I had spent two years at Oakwood, never once did the word cavern actually mean anything to me than the base definition. I suspected it was a hangout for teens to maybe drink or smoke, that’s why they called it addicting. But Mom also used to say “Your never far off from the truth once you make an assumption, your penny isn’t in the fairy’s hand but it’s going down the well, it’s getting closer.” It could be about smoking or drinking, but then they would have used another example to compare it to. Reverse psychology? No, in the span of a few seconds they wouldn’t have been intellectual enough to corroborate such an intricate plan, unless they did... But they aren’t exactly top of the chain in terms of intelligence.

No, they certainly weren’t. One blank page could hold wiser knowledge than their brains could ever learn in their lifetime. Maybe the way they mindlessly transferred their thoughts onto a piece of a paper got them an A, but they have no street smarts. A ratio that didn’t match Mary's agenda would throw her off her high horse into the dirt. If Kamila spoke a word everyone didn’t agree with she would resort back to the deep depths of her mind, not caring about the cobwebs and dirty floor. Everyone in this school is like this, stubborn, selfish brats who didn’t realise that sticking your nose in a book doesn’t make you a genius. It makes you an average person who gets a teacher's signature on her report card with a happy face sticker. Wow, good on you, a happy face, that’s going to get you through life? A happy face?

“Little Madam, the one in the blue dress? Oh where is she, is she sticking out because of her oh so obvious dress? Or the fact that she isn’t hearing anything I’m saying?”

Everyone laughs with pasted smiles for an objective. Everyone knows Ms. Alejandra picks favorites. It’s all objective. Even her damn joke is objective, a power move, calling everyone out and making them laugh about it. Keep laughing, I’m not a clone.

Definitely not a clone of her favorites right now.

“Yes, Ma’am?” I speak, keeping my dignity upheld.

She sighs with annoyance, “Can you tell me what I was just explaining about chain rules?”

Chain rules, chain rules, chain rules...She must have just been covering it today, that fatuous fool Kamila was correct. The cavern was good for distracting you.

“I’m not sure.” I say, my voice felt like a particularly bad day on the ground near the Pacific Ocean in the Philippines.

Another sigh, this time with actual disappointed eyes. Did she expect me to know the complications of a couple of Xs and numbers labeled under-

“The derivative of f(g(x)) . g’(x) will always be f'(g(x))⋅g'(x).”

Everyone turned around to the raised hand and straight face of Alex Lyres. A matty mess of short, dirty blonde hair, bangs almost cocealing the never turned off glare in her green eyes. Her limbs were long and skinny and danced in the wind every Friday where administrators let her be `recreational”.

Alex Lyres who sits at the table with Dr. Vienna every day and goes to him personally for three green ones every night. She speaks seldom but when she does her words dive into your mind and almost as quickly as they come in, evaporate. She would know about the cavern, she was at the table Kamila admired specifically because people who were there went in the cavern. Or should I say, went in too deep. But I’d have to rephrase my wording into a more casual conversation. You don’t just light a candle in a monster accompanied by darkness, you wait for the perfect time.

Tick, Tock.

One-Forty. Two-a clock.

The bell dings its warning signs and Alex lifts her legs off the seat. In quick movements she makes her way to her bedroom. The teacher gives her that stern ‘what do you think you're doing’ look and she starts to slow down, hanging her head a little lower.

“Alex! Hey!”

She looks around, uncomfortable that her name has been brought into the spotlight. Don’t worry Alex, give me the answers and the switch gets clicked off.

It gives her a chance though, a chance to slide her feet across the marble floor, static building in her soft teddy bear socks.

“Alex, hey can I ask you something?”

“Sure, um…?”

I disregard her blank stare, notioning me to give out my name. My name has never been uttered in the walls of this wretched place and it never will. I won’t give it that power.

“How do you do it?”

It’s like her facial features immediately morphed into a sweaty recognition about what I’m about to say.

“How do I do what?”

“Y’know…” I push, “How do you do the...cavern?”

She looks at me for a couple of seconds before shaking her head and storming away. I chase after her which isn’t hard because she speeds with caution. Why? We aren’t allowed to run in the halls but we can speed walk. She’s not going to get in trouble for speed walking.

“Yeah, I am.”

“I said that aloud?” I really need to stop doing that.

“No, I can just see it in your face. You're confused on why I look so cautious. Yeah, I will get in trouble if I’m going ‘above average speed’ or whatever.”

My hand instinctively goes to grab my chin, I pause indecisively. It’s extra but it’s what you're supposed to do when you're confused. “Why?”

“Why do you think?” She snaps.

“I don’t know, why are you specific?”

“Not just me, everyone else in the cavern.”

My mind jumps back to the main objective and I robotically move myself into a more sympathetic position. Arms crossed with pouty eyes, “Why wouldn’t they let you run just because you’ve been in the cavern?”

“Again, why do you think?”

“I don’t know?”

She looks at me up and down with quizzing eyes, her disbelief is obvious. I’m not sure what I did wrong, I guess I really need more information.

Her eyes widened with shock, “Oh my god, are you that one girl who's trying to find the cavern? Oh, my friends told me you would try to find me, just forget about it!”

I don’t care about much at all. The world is a blank page I’d like to keep clean, showing interesting written words I can not erase. If I try, the eraser marks will clutter what could have been a precise story of nothing. If I don’t care, nothing happens which is easier than risking your life for a second of happiness that will wash away. Yet, now, there are no warm arms to welcome me into a hug. No one is waiting for the three special words from me anymore. My desire from others has faded away to a past sentence no one will ever flip a page back to again. No one wants me, I have no purpose. It would make the three years pass a little bit faster, maybe once I’m out I can prove I am still deserving of those arms.

I’m not playing by a script anymore, the stage has disappeared. Emotions come rushing back as the dam has broken with that one phrase. I can’t forget about it, I can’t be denied again. Just give me something to latch onto, please.

My voice cracks and eyes water, alien sobs escape my cracked lips. Alex watches as I fall to the ground. I can’t understand why I’m crying. I don’t know what’s going on. I just know that I still feel no matter how much I want to deny. Suddenly I feel those warm arms I’ve been longing for since the first day I stepped foot into Oakwood. Alex cloaks me in kindness while I stare blankly at the dizzy walls. “Are you okay?” Alex asks.

“No.” I reply.

Alex sighs and pulls me up, “I...do you consider yourself-like...doomed? Do you think of yourself as a time bomb?”

“No, that’s idiotic.”

She looks at me with eyes that are confused, “When you get out of here, you have hope?”

I’m about to say yes, yes of course I do. I don’t even deserve to be here, I didn’t do anything. I’m fine, I-

The strong glass walls reinforced with thick creamy clay blocks show me a reflection of a stranger. I can’t speak for her.

“I don’t know.”

“Ok.”

Alex starts walking down the hall so I follow, feeling sheepish and insecure. What just happened? Her dorm room is void of decoration and sound, an echoless big room.

She motions for me to go in, so I do.

“You want to know what the cavern is?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Ok, choose.”

She lays out three items on her bed, “Choose one.”

There is a toothbrush, a jug, and a box with cloth inside.

“How did you get this all? The toothbrush isn’t used right?”

“On my rare free days, I collect what I can.”

“You hid this? I’ve heard of smuggling phones, but a humongous jug?”

“You’d be surprised what siblings can smuggle in for you when they're giving you ‘clothes’?”

I look at the random items, “What is the point of these? What are you trying to prove, just tell me!”

She looks at me with annoyance, “Do you want to do this my way or get someone else's help. Trust me, if you really want to know you're going to do it my way. No one is as sadistic as I am to help you.”

Chapter 3:

I took the toothbrush, unsure of the faith that comes with it. I already have one so it just lies in my cabinet drawer, waiting for it’s mysterious day to arrive. I’m not sure really what or how this will lead me to the cavern. I’ve been trying it out though, in every situation I can’t really find a way to use it. So, again, my only choice is to hint a subtle lie, a little dancing shadow among the white imperial clouds. I hinder my speed from each class so Kamila’s wistful, disorganized eyes can zero in on me. Her being, well her, she’s obviously going to ‘casually’ speed up to me so she can initiate a conversation about her busy schedule. I’ll listen, or at least pretend to, while she goes on about being so tired her eyes nearly popped out from studying so she couldn’t get that one math page done and can she copy mine?

That’s boring and I don’t have time though.

“Hey! Were you waiting up for me?” Kamila asks, tapping my shoulder.

“You can copy my math page Kamila.” I say dryly, she's not the only one who's tired from studying.

“Excuse me?” She asks, tone offended. She walks in front of me and places her hands on her hips. “Why would you think I need that?”

“Why else would you be talking to me?” I ask, did I misread why she always sped up to me in the hallways? I’m not in any clubs, I don’t think I can help her with advice for that.

“What the hell do you mean? ‘Cause you're my friend?” Her structure relaxes a little bit, seeing my face soften into a concerned look. I wrinkled my nose a little more so I look less offensive and more defensive. ‘Slouch a bit, look down. She’s mad.’ I think to myself. It’s working.

Then the words set in and I stop for a second. The definition of a friend is a person you have a bond of mutual affection with.

“‘I’m not affectionate towards you.” I say.

Kamila looks at me with that studying eyes of hers, “Yeah, so?”

“Then we aren’t friends.”

“Yeah, but-”

“There is no “but”, that’s the exact definition of friend.”

She sighs with frustration, “Do you like garlic bread?”

“What does that have to do with-”

“Do you?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

She pulls out a dictionary from her satchel, “The definition of like is to have love, respect, and admiration for something. Tell me, do you admire garlic bread?”

“To be honest, food is quite neutral as a whole to me-”

Her face looked tired and annoyed so I cut it off.

“No, I don’t admire garlic bread.”

Her face transforms from drowsy monday to a bright sunday morning, “Exactly!” With that, she strided off with her red sneakers bouncing off the marble floor through the endless hallways. I never got to ask her about the toothbrush.

Why are people so complicated? I don’t understand any of them. Why doesn’t anyone want anything from me here?

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broomballkraken · 5 years

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Title: Trust Fall

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Pairing: Claude/Hilda

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: None

Summary: As Claude and Hilda make their way across Fódlan’s Throat, with Almyra as their ultimate destination, they make a pit stop to admire the beauty of the mountains. Knowing Claude, Hilda really should have guessed that this would be no ordinary pit stop...

Wrote this as a birthday gift for @sugaredrefrain! Happy Birthday <3 <3 <3

“Ugh, Claude, why are we walking up the mountain instead of riding your wyvern?”

“C’mon, Hilda. Barbie needs to go hunt for some food and it’s easier without us weighing her down. Besides, you’re not even walking.”

Hilda grumbled from her spot on Claude’s back as she tightened her grip around his neck. He laughed as he glanced at her over his shoulder, a bright smile on his face as he winked at her. She couldn’t help but smile back; he was lucky that he was so handsome, or she might have stayed annoyed.

They were almost at the top of the mountain that they were climbing up, so Hilda took the time to gaze around at the peaks that jutted upwards all around her. She had heard stories told by her brother about the treacherous mountains of Fódlan's Throat, but seeing them for herself really took her breath away. They had been crossing the mountain range for a couple of days now, and Hilda was glad that Claude owned a wyvern, otherwise their journey would be taking much, much longer.

“Whew, we’re finally at the top!” Claude said, releasing his hold on Hilda’s legs and letting her slip off of his back. She sighed and stretched out her limbs.

“Finally. Thanks for carrying me.” Hilda said. Claude chuckled and took her hand in his before bowing dramatically.

“Of course, Miss Goneril. I could not just sit back and let someone of such a fragile constitution walk all the way up here on her own. What kind of gentleman would I be then?”

“I’ll show you a fragile constitution.” Hilda said, swatting at Claude’s chest playfully. He laughed and took hold of her wrist, pulling her close to place a light kiss on her lips.

“I’m kidding, of course. No one in our class could wield an ax as masterfully as you.” Claude said, slowly caressing the back of her cheek as a fond smile crossed his face.

“Eh, I think you may be exaggerating a little.” Hilda said, blushing lightly as she returned his smile.

“Oh, no way. You always blew everyone else out of the water during those ax competitions at school.”

“Only because the Professor said if I didn’t try my hardest, they’d force me to take extra training courses. Ugh.” Hilda made an exaggerated gagging noise and stuck out her tongue, and Claude burst out laughing.

“Whatever you say. You always did look breathtaking on the battlefield, though. It was like watching a war goddess in action or something.” Hilda felt her cheeks heat up and she looked away, embarrassed.

“Gods, Claude, that’s so cheesy.” Hilda mumbled, and she turned to look out over the mountains. “The view from here is wonderful, isn’t it?” she continued, hastily changing the subject.

“Yeah, it really is.” Claude said, a thoughtful look crossing his face. He walked to the edge of the cliff, craning his neck a bit to look down at the valley far, far below them that was barely visible under a thick layer of mist. After a moment, he turned to look back at Hilda, a cheeky smile on his face as he extended his hand in her direction.

“Do you trust me, Hilda?”

“Huh?” Hilda blinked at him, cocking her head to one side. What a weird thing for him to ask out of the blue.

“Do you trust me?” Claude repeated his question, his hand still waiting for her to take it. She stared at him a bit longer, before a smile crossed her face and she stepped forward, placing her hand in his.

“Of course, Claude. With my life.”

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that.” Claude said with a wink. Suddenly, he pulled hard on Hilda’s arm, causing her to stumble into his chest. His free hand went to cup her cheek, and before she could fully process what was happening, he pressed his lips to her own, kissing her tenderly. Her eyes widened in surprise, but they soon slipped shut as she smiled against his lips and kissed him back.

Hilda had become so lost in the intoxicating taste of his lips that she unfortunately failed to notice that Claude had been slowly leaning backwards. Her eyes shot open when she felt herself falling forward as Claude wrapped his arms around her tightly. He pushed hard off of the cliff with his legs, sending them both careening over the edge.

“CLAUDE!!! WHAT THE FU-AHHHHH!” Hilda screamed as she clung to him for dear life.

“Hey, you did say you trusted me!” Claude said, his voice and laughter barely audible over the wind whipping past them as they fell. Hilda’s grip tightened around him as she squeezed her eyes shut and shoved her face against his chest. She made a mental note to kill Claude if they both managed to survive this fall.

Suddenly, the wind started whirling around her from all directions, and Hilda noticed that their decent had slowed considerably. She turned her head and peeked out of one eye, her heart hammering loudly in her chest. Claude had one hand held out in front of him, palm facing down, and she realized that he was casting an Excalibur spell, with the blue glow around his hand being a dead giveaway.

A loud roar cut through the sound of the wind, and Barbie was suddenly under them. Claude managed to gently set himself and Hilda onto her back with his magic with ease. When Hilda was sure that they were safe and sound, she released her hold on Claude and smacked him hard upside the head.

“Ow!” Claude exclaimed, pouting as he rubbed the spot that Hilda had hit, “What was that for?”

“What do you mean, ‘what was that for?’ You jumped off of a cliff and took me with you, you crazy bastard!” Hilda said, huffing as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. Claude chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close when she did not resist.

“Sorry,” he said, smiling softly as he cupped her cheek. Hilda slowly lifted her gaze until pink eyes met emerald green, and the look of sincerity Claude was giving her gave her pause. “I just needed to make absolutely sure you trusted me fully beforehand.”

“Uh, before what?” Hilda asked, her brow furrowing as she placed her hands on Claude’s shoulders, steadying herself as Barbie hit some wind turbulence and wavered beneath them.

“Before this.”

Hilda’s eyes went wide as saucers and her jaw went slack when Claude reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He opened it and held it up, the silver ring with an emerald stone shimmering beautifully in the sunlight. Claude took one of Hilda’s hands in his free one, and brought it up so that he could place a light kiss on her knuckles.

“Hilda Valentine Goneril,” Claude started, as Hilda silently listened with a flabbergasted look on her face, “You’re my best friend, and the person that I trust the most in the world. And I love you, with all that I am. I want nothing more than to take on everything this life has to offer me with you by my side, always. Will you marry me?”

Hilda was silent for a few moments, before a wide smile crossed her face and she laughed. Claude wore a fond smile of his own as Hilda snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him down so that their noses were touching.

“Let me get this straight: You’re proposing to me while on the back of your wyvern, after you scared me half to death by pulling me off of a cliff into a free-fall that would certainly have ended in both of us dead if Barbie hadn’t caught us? Talk about unromantic and off-putting.” Hilda said, the teasing edge to her voice causing a sly grin to cross Claude’s face.

“Heh, what can I say? In addition to being incredibly smart and handsome, I’m also known for being spontaneous and unconventional in my methods.” Hilda snorted as she descended into uncontrollable laughter, and Claude laughed along with her. He wrapped his arms around Hilda to make sure that she didn’t fall off of Barbie’s back during her fit of laughter.

“You...you really are something, Claude.” Hilda finally managed to say after she recovered, “But...you’re also the person that I love and trust the most in the world, too. So yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

“Wow, you actually said yes?” Claude asked, his eyes going wide with genuine surprise, which confused Hilda.

“Well, yeah. You thought I was going to say no?”

“To be honest, I really didn’t know what to expect. I was really, really nervous about asking you.” An uncharacteristically sheepish grin crossed Claude’s face, along with a light blush, and Hilda thought it was the cutest thing ever.

“Aw, Claude, are you blushing? That’s so adorable.” Hilda teased, giggling when he kissed her cheek and nuzzled his face against hers, his facial hair scraping lightly against her skin and tickling her.

“Hmm, I dunno. I think you’re the adorable one in this relationship.” he whispered in her ear, adoration shining in his eyes when he pulled away. Hilda smiled as he took her left hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. She held it up and admired the way it sparkled as the sunlight refracted off of the beautiful emerald stone. The realization finally hit her like a blunt weapon: she was engaged to marry the love of her life.

“Wow, the thought of marrying me already has you crying with despair?” Claude teased. Hilda blinked as Claude reached up to gently wipe away the tears that she hadn’t realized had been falling down her face. She sniffed and shook her head.

“No, these are good tears. I’m...so happy, Claude.” Hilda said, her voice barely above a whisper as she smiled and looked him in the eye, her heart swelling with happiness.

“I’m happy too, Hilda.” Claude said, gently pressing his forehead against hers as he wiped away the last of her tears, his hand lingering on her face to cup her cheek. “I can’t wait until I can call you my wife. I love you, so, so much.”

“I love you too.” Hilda said, smiling as she leaned up to press her lips against Claude’s tenderly. She felt him smile as he wrapped his arms around her, her head tilting up as he deepened the kiss. As they embraced on the back of a wyvern, flying off to their future together in Almyra, Hilda was looking forward to whatever her life had in store for her, as long as she had Claude by her side for the entire ride.

#fire emblem three houses #claude von riegan #hilda valentin goneril #claude/hilda #fanfiction #jade writes fanfiction

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benjaminjofaiho · 5 years

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The Captain Next Door Ch.3

Summary: You’re a doctor who also just so happens to be a fan fiction writer. You love lots of fandoms but Captain America is by far your fave, so what happens when you get a new job, move to Brooklyn and realize that the brownstone you bought is right next door to Captain America? Obviously shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: Swearing. Light Mentions of NSFW material.

AN: I’m sorry for the super late update. I am actually in London right now for vacation so I thought it would only be right for me to post an update. Hopefully this will be the last time I have to take a hiatus like this. Thank you for all your reblogs, comments and likes. Your feedback is always welcome and I love hearing from y’all. It’s worth noting that I do not care for or abide by the timeline, there are some people mentioned that haven’t technically been brought together yet [ As per Winter Soldier ] but I did it anyway. P.S. I do not currently have a beta and the ‘f’ and ‘u’ keys on my keyboard are messed up so incase you see repeating letters anywhere they aren’t supposed to be feel free to let me know.

“It’s my genuine pleasure to be here Y/N, and please, Steven is far too formal, ma’am. Steve is just fine. Thank you for your befriending Sam-” Steve started.

“Samuel! Samuel, yes, Sam, Samuel. Samuel Wilson. Wilson comma Samuel on government documents right Samuel?” You looked at him like a fire that needed to be put out. Grabbing the bottle from Captain America who was, literally standing in your foyer looking like all of the things that your fanfiction fantasies could hope for. However there was a look of something on his face. It was an emotion you couldn’t place. He looked down and rubbed his strong arms over his neck and your eyes jumped to his biceps.

“Please,” you said out of breath, and gesturing to your living room “make yourself at home, I just need Samuel’s help in my office with that thing I told you about earlier. Remember Samuel?” Grabbing his collar like a drowning child. Steve quirked a brow.

Laughing and prying your fingers from his shirt “Aww come on Doc we’re back at Samuel? I thought we were friends Y/N-”

“Samuel PLEASE” you screeched wringing your hands around the wine bottle.

“Alright, alright fineeee I’m coming Doc” He rolls his eyes and juts his thumb out while sticking out his thumb at you and Steve laughs a little. You both start up the stairs and to the left into your office. Closing the door and turning swiftly and taking in a sharp breath you prepare to give Sam the haranguing of his life.

“Samuel Wilson! If that even is your name!” You accused, pushing his chest “How could you not tell me?! You know I’m basically in love with him right? Why did you not tell me you were roommates with Captain Fucking America?”

“Listen Doc, I’m going to be honest with you. Getting to know you these past few weeks, we have our fun but I’ve never seen you flustered… and I’m a little bit of a prankster. Plus the added bonus that whenever you talk about how great the Avengers are you always focus on Cap really made me want to be able to have a front seat to this reveal without you being able to prepare yourself and be composed. ”

Unable to help it your shoulders start to shake lightly and then uncontrollably and before you knew it you were open mouth laughing. “Ok, ok. You got me but I just want you to know that you’ve started a prank war. You brought this upon yourself, Samuel! And you owe me! You have to be super nice to me for the foreseeable future because that was just cruel and unusual punishment.”

“Still with the Samuel?!” He laughed along with you “C’mon, Doc!”

“Fine, Sam. Let’s go down stairs, I think we’ve kept him waiting long enough.”

====================Steve’s POV=======================

Stepping out of the shower Steve was happy to be back in his own home after another strenuous mission. He was supposed to be on vacation. Matter of fact, Falcon was the one that was meant to be handling things for about 3 weeks but hey, when the your country needs you, and Nick Fury personally calls for you, what are you going to say, no?

Usually when he comes back home from a long mission he goes to Sylvia’s in Harlem and picks up a plate and continues to make it through his to-do list. Next on the list was season 2 of Friends, which from his googles he learnt was maybe a rip off of a show called Living Single? Never the less it was added to his watchlist. He was unusually happy though because his roommate Sam told him all about their new neighbor who apparently was very blessed when it came to throwing down in the kitchen. Speaking of his loud roommate he heard him shouting over the Troubleman soundtrack that he didn’t want his food to get cold. Pulling on a plain white shirt and some khakis he put on some sneakers he jogged down the steps he quickly got a bottle of wine out of the fridge and followed Sam out of the house and locked the door behind him.

Meanwhile Sam was skipping like a child on Christmas. He knew Sam loved his food but he felt as if this excitement was a bit over the top. He’d eaten with her several times. Was the food that wonderful? Why did he look so happy? Standing behind him on her stoop he was getting more and more confused. Raising an eyebrow at Sam who was almost bouncing out of his shoes, Sam turned around and gave him a large gap toothed grin.

“You alright buddy?” He asked gently placing an arm on Sam’s shoulder.

“Yeah, sure man. Just really happy about what’s about to happen” before he could respond, the door swung open and a tantalizing aroma started wafting out as he heard Sam say exactly what he was thinking. The house smelled amazing. Before he knew what was happening he was being asked if he thought you looked nice. He could have sworn that he heard his favorite song, Unforgettable by Nat King Cole playing while she spun in what seemed like slow motion and stopped to look at him. He heard his mouth saying she absolutely did look gorgeous. While they were having whatever exchange they were having the music in his mind was still playing and he couldn't stop looking at her like the magic she was. Slowing drawing his eyes over her umber skin, this dark yellow-brown that looked so warm and inviting. He looked at her eyes like onyx and was getting lost in them in the best way possible. She was tall for a woman, around 5’8 at least, and she was definitely what the internet told him was thiccc. Looking to the top of her head he wanted to run his hands through her hair and then twist it around his hand and pull back and expose her neck and pepper kisses there. His eyes were pulled to her breasts and as he watched them rise and fall he thought about palming them and taking a Hershey’s Kiss into his mouth and all of a sudden his member started to wake after such a hibernation. He had to snap out of it. This was grossly inappropriate, this respectable woman invited him to her home being neighborly and here he is, violating her in his mind. Imagining terrible sinfully delicious things he could do with her, and to her. Imagining pulling her dress up and finding that she forgot to wear panties. He caught her looking at him crazed and to be honest he hadn’t been listening or even hearing anything said between her and Sam. His eyes shot down to the floor and he rubbed the back of his neck. He had to convince himself that she couldn't read minds. Yes he had met some special people with special abilities but he had to just pray to Christ she wasn’t one of them. Feeling guilty he continued looking at his feet. He heard her tell him to sit and she took the bottle of wine from him. Her long beautiful fingers briefly grazed his and he felt as if he was diving into that ice cap all over and there’s the music again! That same song! What the hell was happening? Okay she was beautiful and ethereal and quite frankly looked like a painting that someone slaved over and like she was made out of love and light, but so what? He’d been with other women since Peggy, sure, but none of them made him feel this way. None of them made him hear music for Pete’s sake. While she and Sam went upstairs he was grateful to be able to adjust himself without anyone seeing. He took a seat on her sofa.

Looking around Steve was loving the ambiance. He looked around and then stood up to get a closer look of everything. Laughing to himself he saw the record player propped open and spinning with Nat King Cole’s smile looking up at him. At least he wasn’t completely crazy. Okay, well maybe he had to get laid? It had been a while admittedly. He let out a stressed sigh and continued to look around. He saw pictures leaning up against the wall in frames and the nosier part of him got the best of him and he started thumbing through them. He saw little girls and a teenage boy, assumedly her family. Her parents and then her. There was one of her smiling with her white coat and remembered that Sam does call her the Doc. Thinking of Sam he turned wondering what was keeping them, listening keenly he heard hearty laughter. Sam came down first and held a hand out to help her down the stairs. She clutched her imaginary pearls and in an exaggerated Southern Belle accent said

“Oh my, thank you kindly sir! You’re just too sweet! ”

“Of course darlin’! Anything for you!” Sam said in a likened manner. “ Plus you know our agreement and all. I’m yours until you say so”.

He caught her wink at him. What was she winking for? Why was Sam hers? He just met her for crying out loud how close could they possibly be? In an instant he felt something in the pit of his stomach. What was that? It felt heavy and uncomfortable. He actually shifted in his seat thinking his stomach started acting up when he was about to have the meal of his life. More importantly he wanted to know what the hell was going on with Sam and Y/N. All he knew was Sam needed to back the hell up. Why was he getting so angry? Why was he feeling so…so…- that train of thought was cut off immediately when he saw her smiling and her lips moving with no sound coming out. It was as if a shining light was upon him and in an instant he felt better. Like any issue he had could be solved. What was this?

“Captain” She said in a voice as smooth as silk “Are you ready?”

He wasn’t sure what she was asking about but he knew right then he would do whatever and go wherever she wanted. He would follow her to the ends of the earth if she smiled at him like that.

“Yes ma’am. And please it’s Steve!” He said giving her a patented Captain America smile.

“Well if I have to call you Steve you have to call me Y/N. Dinner’s ready and the table is set. Are you ready?” She repeated.

“After you” He said with an out stretched arm.

Seated at the table he was admiring her while she whizzed around the kitchen. He didn't know how long he was staring at her before he heard Sam clearing his throat. Turing his attention back to his roommate he caught him with a mischievous smile on his face.

“What is it?” He inquired

“Nothing man, just looking at that stupid grin on your face every time you look at the Doc. You like what you see?”

“Sam, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mmhmm, yeah, sure, whatever you say Cap”

“I hope you guys brought your extra loose pants because there’s a lot of food here!”

Turning his head to the sound of her voice he found himself getting up.

“Can I help you with anything ma’- I mean Y/N.” He corrected

“That's so sweet of you Steve.” She said passing him a big plate of fried chicken in one and a bowl of mashed potatoes in the other. “Sam why don’t you come get some plates as well?”

“I think the Cap’s got it”

“It’s no problem, helping out is the least I can do.” They said in unison. She laughed at their harmony and agreed. After a 2 more trips to the kitchen the table was set and they were all seated around it.

“Everything looks delicious Y/N, I can’t wait to try it” He said.

“I’m more than happy to oblige. You both were so helpful the first day we met, Sam has been really handy around the house as well. It's the least I could do, plus he told me that you loved soul food. Although he didn’t tell me you were Captain America, it was a little bit of a surprise. Kept that little bit of information for himself.”

He looked at her tentatively “I hope it was a good one, hope you’re not disappointed”

“Absolutely not” She rushed out. A silence fell in the room and he was getting lost in her again.

“Well!” Sam’s voice irrupted, shattering the moment “Now that the cat is out of the bag, lets dig in!” He snapped out of whatever daze he was in and for the next hour they ate and laughed. He had his fill of the most amazing fried chicken that was just spicy enough, corn bread, mac and cheese, greens, black eyed peas and things he’d never even tried before. He looked at her and realized he hadn’t stopped laughing all evening. She was a fantastic host, just as he’d thought.

“The chicken is amazing Y/N”

“Thank you! You don’t think it’s too spicy? She asked.

“Not at all” He started “ I actually added a little bit of Frank’s hot sauce on it”

“Don’t listen to that mad man” Sam said “Mr. Boner was right, the chicken is hot.”

“Mr. Boner…?” Steve said confused.

She laughed“ Sam means Dr. Boner, the bone man. He’s just my work husband and lowkey a little bit of my husband, husband. We were friends back in med school and now we work together. He was the one that recommended me for the job. And I’m sure as you remember from the first day we met, I can do most things by myself, however when I really do need help and I’m completely out of my depth I call him.” For some reason Steve started to feel that thing he felt when he was watching Sam help Y/N down the stairs. “Wow,” he breathed “So you both must be close”

“Yeah what can I say? He’s…peculiar but he’s always there when I need him. He’s one of the people I think I depend on second to my family. In fact I would love for you all to meet officially one day.”

“Officially?” Steve inquired.

“Yeah Sam here has spoken to him a couple times on Facetime and they make fun of me and Boner tries to tell him some embarrassing school stories.-“

“Yeah! The Doc here is trying to keep this calm and collected façade up and I would like to know what she was like before she turned into this statue of constant perfection” Sam said rolling his eyes.

She kissed her teeth “Boy please, I’ve been perfect from the day I came out the womb!”

A comfortable silence fell over them and Steve imagined to himself that there probably wasn’t a time she wasn’t perfect,

“I hope y’all have space for desert! I’m keeping it real simple with apple pie, homemade vanilla bean ice cream sprinkled with pralines.” She started to push her chair backward from the table but Sam told her he would do get it. Did he really know her home thatwell? After a little back and forth and a lot of convincing she decided to stay. It was only the two of them at the table and then she turned her full attention to him.

“So Steve, tell me about yourself.”

======================Your POV=======================

Try and act normal Y/N , please Y/N, please please, please I am begging you just be normal for once in your life. Try to act like you didn’t fall asleep after rubbing one out to this man last night. Think of anything. ANYTHING else. Anything but how you want to be devoured by him and how you want to eat him up too.

“So Steve, tell me about yourself” Nice one Y/N! Way to fucking go! tElL mE aBoUt yOuRsElF. What the hell is this? 60 minutes?

“That’s a really broad question…” He started. Of course it is! Here I fucking go trying to be all Fox and Friends, meanwhile there is a whole ass museum about ‘himself’ that I now have to act like I’ve never been to.

“That's fair” you said, trying to save face “How about what do you like to do when you aren’t wearing the stars and stripes?”

“Hmm. I enjoy the internet as whole. So much helpful information on there. I like that when I become a fan of something in real life I can meet people who also love said thing and they can give me more information about it and even new recommendations. I enjoy painting. I consider myself a little bit of a foodie. I like going to movies that are barely full so I can get that theater experience without so many people around. That’s all I can think of off the top of my head.”

“What forums are you a part of? What do you like to paint? Are you into realism or do you kind of just do your own thing? I love making food and eating it even more. I do that theater thing too! I want to be able to cry without anyone seeing my ugly crying face.”

“I highly doubt anyone would ever consider you ugly”

You looked down quickly thanking God for the melanin because chile, the blush. He probably is this nice to everyone he meets. He is, after all, THE Captain America.

“I kind of just like random stuff,” he continued “probably nothing you’ve ever heard about. And as for my paintings I also just do whatever comes to mind. And drawing and painting things that are fandom relevant.”

“Fandom?” You said with the quirk of a brow “You sound like someone from Tumblr. Now I’m really curious. What do you get into online Captain Rogers?” You noticed a redness creeping up on his face. Hopefully you hadn’t upset him by getting too flirty. He was from the old school after-all. Before you could put your foot in your mouth any further, Sam came out with the desert.

“Now listen here!” Sam boomed “ I had to take just a sliver of this here pie to make sure it was good. In our line of work we have lots of enemies. One can never be too careful. I did this for the greater good. I did this for my country! That being said I don’t want to hear anything about this further! We’ve spoken about the missing piece long enough!”

After a brief second passing between you all, laughter broke out and you told Sam to sit his ass down. You got up and served Sam first, since he did ‘work so hard to insure the pie was good’. Next you turned to Steve and served his up. You served yourself a plate last and sat down to wait for the verdict. You heard a deep moan coming from the Cap and turned to see him with his eyes closed. That moan was definitely going to be thought about later.

“You like?” you asked. The only response you got was a slowly nodding captain savoring your food. You were on cloud nine at this point. He opened his eyes and looked at you. You started on your pie as well. The night continued and you brewed some coffee for the gents and a nice cup of honey ginger tea for yourself. You all eventually moved to the living room and were all laughing like old friends. It was as if even though you just met you had some type of rhythm going. A push and pull of sorts.

“Well” Sam slapped his hands to his knees standing up “Thank you so much for dinner Doc”

“It was great to have you as always Sam,” turning to Steve “ And it was an absolute pleasure to meet you. I hope to get to find out eventually what exactly you’re into Captain Rogers.” There goes that redness again. You had to get this shit under control and stop making him so uncomfortable in your home.

“Trust me Y/N, the pleasure was mine.”

“I hope we can do this again sometime soon”

Shutting the door behind them you leaned up against it and let out a squeal. You couldn't believe it you actually had the Captain America over at your house. For the last few hours you wined and dined him. Now all that was left was to 69 him. You laughed at your immaturity and went to clean up the kitchen.

The next day you went into the hospital. You had unofficially started and not everyone knew you yet. The guy that had your old position’s name was still on the door. You walked into your office and greeted your assistant, Sonia. She was from the UK and had everything and everyone in the hospital on lock. She knew everything about everything, how to get what you needed, and if she couldn’t get it herself she always ‘knew a guy’ who could. Usually you had a rule about not mixing business with pleasure, but for her you were thinking about making an exception.

“Good morning Dr. Y/L/N. How was your weekend? She said in her beautiful voice.

“Nothing much, just had some friends over for dinner”

“And I didn’t get an invite?” making the cutest pouty face, you had to laugh.

“Damn” You said with a contemplating look on your face, raising a Tupperware with her name on it “Now what am I gonna do with this? I mean I thought I was going to bring this to my wonderful super ADULT assistant but all I see is a little baby. Little baby? Do you know where my assistant is?”

Straightening her back and stretching out her arms with grabbing motions “ Gimmie, gimmie! I’m a big girl!”

Laughing even more you hand her the Tupperware. You lean on her desk and prepare to ask for your messages when a man walks in.

“Sonia, my darling, do I have any messages?”

“I didn’t know you were his assistant Sonia” You said turning to her.

“I’m not” she remarked making a biting motion at the gentleman. Completely ignoring you he rolls his neck.

“Christ. I had to cut my vacation short. I heard the new boss has started up. He wasn’t even supposed to start for another 2 weeks. Since I got passed over for the whole promotion to head of Cardio at least I could make a good impression with the guy and be a sturdy number two. I’ve heard his work is flawless and I’ve heard he’s developed his own technique for plaque removal and I want a front row fucking seat. What’s his name again? Dr. Y/L/N? From the what I hear we have a new cardio god in our midst. It’s about time. I really needed that deep tissue massage too. I hope he notices my efforts, fuck.” You scoff and he rolls his eyes over to the schedule wall as he squints. “There’s an angioplasty scheduled? I need to be in on that. Sonia, babe, you have to get me into that.”

With your chin in your arm casually leaning on the desk and looking out the window you remarked “ I don’t think you’ll be able to Dr. Daniels. Seems like you’ve had your own procedure scheduled for the same time.” He finally turns to face you, while you continue to look out the window at the Manhattan skyline.

“How’d you know my name?” he asks abruptly. You lazily turn to him and tap a finger to his badge. “Right you are…ma’am. Well I can understand that this is a little complicated for you. medical schedules were difficult for me to read when I first started working here–”

“Dr. Daniels” Sonia tried to interrupt. He put his hand up to silence her.

“As I was saying I understand how complicated medical jargon can be for...” How did he manage to look like he was undressing you yet belittling and patronizing you at the same time? “someone like you.”

“Dr. Daniels!” Sonia said a little louder this time.

Cutting a look at her he continued “Even though it seems that I have a scheduled procedure I would like to move it as something more important would be taking place at that time.”

“More important than patient care?” You questioned “Seems like bad doctoring to me.”

“Again ma’am, I am sure this all has gone over your head and I would be happy to get someone to explain this in layman’s terms to you-”

“Gerald!”

“Sonia please! I have been trying to explain to this… woman.” He looked you over again, this time with more annoyance than anything else. Starting to mumble he started “ Honestly these people watch one lifetime special and get a WebMD membership and think they’re doctors now. Honestly I didn’t go to John’s Hopkins to deal with this bullshit.”

“That is no way to talk to a patient” You remark “that how you talk to all your patients?”

“First of all, you aren’t my patient ma’am; I am just trying to be curious to you, and you’re making that pretty difficult by the way. Secondly you come in here acting like you know everything because what? You read my name super fast and can read a procedure board? Thirdly, you’re putting me in a foul mood when I have an important meeting any minute now. Quite frankly I am done with this conversation so good day. He’ll be here any minute” He said straining and looking past you, down the hallway while adjusting his jacket trying to look his best.

“Well then this is as good a time as any I suppose” You reply. Fully turning to face him you badge dangled from your neck. “ I’m ‘Him’. Hello Dr. Gerald Daniels. My name is Dr. Y/F/N Y/L/N. You can just call me Dr. Y/L/N. I’ve heard I am the resident Cardio God.”

He looked as if he was going to shit a ton of bricks. All that could be heard was Sonia snickering and when you turned to look at her she was typing jibberish on a blank word document. You had to laugh at her antics. Flinging your coat onto the couch in her office, you called over your shoulder “Sonia my messages in 5 please. I’d like some tea as well. Surprise me.” You slammed your door closed and sat at your desk. Damn it felt good to be the boss.

The rest of your day went by without a hitch and at 4:55 you heard a knock coming from your door.

“Come in!”

The door opened slowly to reveal a humbled looking Dr. Daniels with a blueberry scone in one hand and a cheesy mug in the other. You didn’t want to laugh but you did. You loved bad jokes.

“Dr. Y/L/N, listen I am so sorry about this morning. I was really amped to meet you and I went about things the wrong way. I would like us to start again… If that’s alright with you. Please don't let my poor behavior taint your opinion of me. I get a little high strung with a mix of competitive and it usually doesn’t manifest in the way it did today and I cannot stress how sorry I am about it-” You put your hand up cutting him off.

“ Look dude. You were totally an asshole and should actually be reporting to HR. I was going to report you myself but I asked around about you and apparently you aren’t usually that way with patients. In fact doctors and patients around seem to love you, I couldn't get one bad thing said about you. So I’m giving you a second chance, because I believe in those. But you’re on probation with ME.”

“Thank you Dr. Y/L/N! This is such a relief for me!”

“But tighten up! I don't want that kind of trash in my halls again, Daniels! I mean it!” Looking at the clock “And after hours it’s just Y/F/N. Are those for me?

“Of course!” Handing you the scone he got a packet of heavy cream and jam and gave that to you as well. “Blueberry tea. I sort of have a thing for blueberries and I grow this myself.”

Nodding you took a sip. It was delightful. It tasted as if you could bottle up the feeling of a country afternoon eating a picnic on some grassy hill with cows roaming over yonder.

“Daniels this is delicious. I’m going to have to get the leaves from you sometime.”

“If I give them to you, could you lift my probation?”

“Don't push it!” Throwing his hands up he made a ‘no offense motion and laughed’ backing out of the office he said he would see you tomorrow.

Officially off the clock you brought out your laptop and logged onto Tumblr. You sent your beta a message.

MSG to Jay: Jaybaby. I know this is coming late. I know, I know. Works got me swamped but on the up and up I’ve come up with some new heat and I’m sure the readers will love it. Here are the next few chapters. Could you get them back to me within the week? Love ya big time. X

You sent that and started with your new fic. This one was about a girl moving next door to captain America and basically falling in love with him. It’s going to be super fluff and light hearted cuteness. There’ll probably be a situation where oh no! they have to sleep in the same bed or some trope shit like that. Before signing off you heard a ping and it was a couple jpegs from Rod. It was a picture of you this time. Well part of you anyway. You had your identity to worry about but your icon was a picture of your eyes and part of your hair behind your glasses. He made the most beautiful rendition of it. He also sent a couple of pictures of T’challa, Aquaman for your amusement. Attached you found a note:

Doc. You were one of the first people to start reblogging my pictures and you were the first person to write a fic based off something out of my imagination. You really gave me great feedback and support and I’ll always be grateful for that. Take care for now and happy writing.

You changed you icon to the one he painted and closed your laptop smiling. You turned off the lights to your office and started on your way home.

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The New Girl in Town- Sodapop Curtis x Reader Chapter 4: How’d You Get So Talented Mr. Curtis?

Chapter 3: Greasers really are the best company

It’s been a few days since your dinner at Soda’s house. He gave you his home phone number when he walked you to your motel but you haven’t called him yet. You figured it would be better to give it a few days plus you’ve been trying non-stop to find a place to live.

You finally found a house that you could afford and you were excited that you only had one more night left in this dusty motel room. You were currently sitting on the bed, staring at the phone while you chewed a hole through your lip trying to decide if you wanted to call Soda or not. You finally convinced yourself to dial his number, sitting there anxiously waiting for someone to pick up. It was morning time so he might be at work.

“Curtis’s home. Pretty one speaking.” You heard Soda sing into the phone.

You couldn’t help but giggle into the line at his goofiness “Hello?”

“Y/N oh my god hi.” You could imagine his blush on the other line. “How uh- how are you doing? I was kinda worried when you didn’t call.” He admitted through the line.

“There’s no reason to worry. I’m okay. I found a house.” You smiled even though he couldn’t see you.

“That’s awesome y/n. Are you living there already?”

“Nope. I move in tomorrow. I was actually wondering if you had plans?” you picked at the fringe coming off the bedding.

“I don’t have work until Wednesday.” “True but the question was if you had plans not work.” You giggled.

“Even if I did have plans, I’d cancel them for you. What were you thinkin?.” You couldn’t help but smile at his answer.

“I actually need furniture. When I moved here I only brought a suitcase. Wanna go pick some out with me?”

“Furniture shopping? It’s gettin serious now. What’s next? We go down to New Mexico and elope?” you laughed into the phone. “Meet me at the DX in an hour?” “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll see you there. Bye Soda.”

“I’m just sayin the couch bein comfy matters way more than it bein pretty.” Soda giggled laying on the brown couch in the middle of the store.

“You’re silly.” You giggled.

“Just feel it!” he grabbed your hand pulling you onto the couch with him. You let out a squeal as you fell on top of Soda. You took a sharp breath in when you realized how close you two were.

“Uh okay” you sat up biting your lip. “I still think the other couch looks nicer.” You stood up walking over to the white couch. Soda just giggled as he followed you over to the couch.

“Alrighty then. White couch it is.” He smiled.

You checked out and filled out the delivery agreement. “So wanna grab a burger? All this shoppin is making me hungry.” Soda smiled.

“You know what sounds better?” you smirked.

Soda bit his lip “What?”,

“Spaghetti.” You both grinned.

You made your way to Soda’s house, messing around the whole time. Soda even insisted on giving you a piggyback ride the entire way because there were ‘too many potholes and you could get hurt darlin’.

“Okay you get the water started and I’ll get the stuff out.” Soda let you down when you made it through the doorway.

You both got started making the food, Soda teaching you everything he could. “My mom taught me that if you put this magic spice in the sauce,” he giggled holding up a little bottle “the sauce goes from being a canned sauce from the market to fancy rich people sauce.” He wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh.

“How’d you get so talented Mr. Curtis?” you smirked leaning against the counter.

“Uh- my mama taught me how to cook some.” He smiled stirring the sauce. You just nodded in understanding. “Okay, we gotta drain the noodles.” He nodded at the sink.

You followed as he handed you two dish towels. “Okay pick up the pot” he instructed. “Now head over to the sink. Careful its hot” he giggled. He held the small of your back, guiding you to the sink. “Now carefully pour, don’t go too fast or it’ll splash.” He held your hands as you both poured the water, making a mountain of steam go over the both of you. You stopped breathing as you felt him suck in a sharp breath.

“Uh, very good.” He whispered. You nodded your head and walked back over to the stove where Soda started to mix everything. You grabbed some forks and napkins setting them on the counter. Soda dished out the spaghetti.

“What do you want to drink?” you walked over to the fridge.

Soda scratched the back of his neck, “I honestly think there’s only beer in there. I’m sorry y/n if I would’ve known I would’ve gone to the market.”

You smiled at the boy in front of you “I like beer.” You grabbed two beers out of the fridge, opening them up. Sodas smile grew huge. “What? Is it like a test to see if I can drink some beers?” you giggled.

“No” he chuckled looking at you “I don’t even really drink actually. But I like that it doesn’t bug you that we only have beer in our fridge.” He smiled moving closer, putting his hands on your waist.

“You’re pretty easy to impress then.” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Actually, not really. You just really make a good impression.” His eyes dug into yours. You were suddenly very aware of how close the both of you were.

You took a deep breath, turning to grab the plate. “Come on, let’s eat.”

You and Soda ate spaghetti while not paying attention to some random show, “listen here sweetheart. I’m sorry I’m not letting you win this one. Mustangs are the tuffest car there is.” You sat up straighter

“You are absolutely crazy if you think there’s anything tuffer than a Corvette.” You laughed.

Soda shook his head. “I think you got bad taste.” He chuckled.

“No, I think I have pretty good taste if you ask me.” You bit your lip, shaking your head.

Soda stared at you. “What?” you giggled.

“I wanna kiss you.” he never once broke eye contact

“Okay.” You stopped giggling, the room getting still.

“The problem is” he said as he leaned in “if i kissed you i dont think id be able to stop.” he whispered.

Soda’s stare became more intense as he moved closer to you. Your breathing picked up slightly as you guys kept getting closer, only about an inch apart. Soda closed his eyes and you moved your hand slightly and slowly, grabbing a handful of Sodas spaghetti. Just as he was about to close the space you plopped the spaghetti on his head.

“You did not.” He gasped. You giggled looking at the noodles and sauce slipping down his face. “Okay yep. You’re dead.” he laughed as he jumped up.

You both went running to the kitchen but since you didn’t know his house very well, he cornered you quickly. He wiggled his eyebrows as he reached over and grabbed the pan of sauce, dumping all of it on your head. You gasped as you were soaked and Soda started laughing extremely loud.

You slipped past soda running to the pot that had the noodles in it. Once you were both done cooking, you rinsed the pot out leaving dirty water and bits of noodles inside. Soda was still laughing to even notice what you had planned so when the dirty water came down on him he let out a very loud scream.

Now it was your turn to start laughing uncontrollably as you attempted to run out of the kitchen. The entire time both of you laughing uncontrollably. The sauce and water all over the floor made you both slip and slide everywhere.

You ran through the living room and into a hallway but before you could make it through a door Soda grabbed your waist, lifting you up. “Oh my God Soda!” you threw your head back and laughed as he carried you down the hall.

“You need a cleanup y/n” he giggled as he carried you to the bathroom.

“Oh my God Soda please don’t.” you couldn’t stop laughing. He grabbed the shower head turning the water on, soaking you completely. You both kept fighting over the showerhead, trying to soak each other when Soda lost his footing and started to fall, bringing you with him. Eventually, the laughter died down and you and Soda were left lying in the bathtub, soaking wet with sauce and noodles all over you. Soda looked over at you smiling softly.

“What?” you giggled at him, reaching over to pull a noodle out of his hair.

“If I uh- if I kiss you. Will you promise not to dump anything on me this time?” he whispered.

Chapter 5: You look really really good in my clothes

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Living of Love

Ava returns home and enjoys the blissful joy of being surrounded by her family.

Word Count: 1958

Content Warnings: None. This fluff is my apology for traumatizing you with feels last night.

The first thing to greet Ava when she strode down the gangway and into the hangar was the sight of Poe running to her, absolutely beaming, his smile uncontrollable as he scooped her up, his arms snug around her waist, his lips meeting hers without a word. She giggled into his kiss, feeling him smiling, and hooked her arms behind his neck. He smelled like he’d just showered, the smell of foresty soap lingering on his skin. His shirt was clean and ironed, in fact, it looked new, not at all worn like the ones she knew in the drawers of their bedroom dresser. He’d even shined his boots.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Dameron,” he grinned, his eyes opening slightly, joy lines still radiating from their corners. His lips brushed lightly against hers again before he pressed his forehead to hers.

“Thank you, General Dameron,” she snickered.

He lowered her to her feet with care but didn’t relinquish his hold on her. He kept her close with his left arm around her waist while his right hand stroked her cheek before pushing into her hair. No one bothered them despite the fact that the hangar was abuzz with activity. A few of the newer people stared for a moment, but more tenured members of the Resistance explained that was just how the General and his wife were and to ignore it. Ava’s team had their instructions to schlepp all of the supplies she’d bought at the market into the mess hall kitchen pantry where she would sort it out later.

“Did you get all dressed up for me?” She tugged lightly on the edges of his black leather jacket, the one that he’d chosen to replace the brown one he’d given to Finn. Even the scuffed, ragged leather had a shine of cleanliness to it that she had never seen before. “I was only gone for three days.”

“Three days alone with Ben Solo,” he stated, not angry or jealous, more playful than anything. “I didn’t want you coming home thinking you’d downgraded in settling for me.”

“Oh, stop it,” she laid a hand on either side of his face, kissing him deeply. When she finished he had both his eyes shut in bliss, a hint of pink in his cheeks, and his heart was thumping. “If I had it to do all over again, I’d still pick you,” she brushed her fingers into his curls and watched him tilt his head to her touch, his bright hazel eyes opening to study her intently.

“You’re sure?” He tried to pass his tone off as joking but Ava knew there were serious fears behind the question. He’d always felt he couldn’t compare to Ben. While his parents were war heroes and he had since made a name for himself as the successor to Leia’s legacy, he still felt those points of pride were nothing compared to the lineage and legacy Ben’s bloodline provided him. Ava wished she could settle in his mind once and for all that he wasn’t lacking in any way, but she didn’t mind reminding him regularly how wonderful he was. She liked complimenting him, genuinely telling how amazing she thought he was. She liked the bashful smile that always came from it.

“Ben asked me if he could be my second husband and I told him no,” Ava stated. She watched her husband’s jaw visibly slack and hang open in shock. “You’re the only husband I want and need,” she moved her hand back to his cheek and stroked it with her thumb before stepping away from him a little, plucking up her bag, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the open hangar doors.

“But…wait,” he stammered, trying to process what she’d dropped on him. “He asked to be your second husband?”

“That’s right,” Ava nodded, breathing deeply the clean Spring air as they stepped outside, enjoying the familiar sounds of the native birds and the warm sunshine on her face.

“He didn’t ask you to leave me?” Poe sounded seriously confused and Ava wondered how long he’d fixate on the subject.

“No,” she shook her head, pausing in their walk so she could look at her husband face to face. “But no matter what he’d asked, I would’ve said no. I love you,” she smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. “You’re all I want and need.”

“You’re sure?” Poe raised a brow and looked seriously concerned.

“I’m absolutely sure,” Ava laughed. “Even if it was something I was remotely interested in, which it’s not,” she added emphasis on the not, just to make sure he got the point, “it would hurt you. And I love you too much to do anything that would cause you pain like that. Besides, the two of you couldn’t even share a toy ship without getting into fights over whose turn it was to play with it. I’d be crazy to put myself in the middle of that.”

“I love you,” Poe stated with genuine heart and a serious expression on his face.

“I know,” she smiled shyly, an intense blush heating her face. When he looked at her like that, the way he got all serious and intense, it made her feel something hard to put into words; possessed by him, protected, worshipped, prized. It was all those things and somehow more. When he looked at her that way, she knew he saw his everything in her. “I love you too.”

“Master Poe, Mistress Ava,” a polite metallic voice made them jump and they turned to see the bronzed protocol droid standing a little too close to them, arms bent unnaturally at the elbows so that his hands hovered in front of his hips, head tilted to one side.

“Dammit Threepio,” Poe clapped a hand to his brow, huffing a sigh. “I told you to wait at our quarters.”

“I apologize, Master Poe, but it was growing too loud in your quarters. Your young Mistress Leia and Mistress Shara have no concept of volume control and a vocabulary of language that I seem to lack in my databanks.”

“You have no concept of personal space,” Poe grumbled under his breath. “And are missing body language from your databanks.”

Ava snorted a laugh. Her husband loved droids, he really did, but Threepio, despite being a protocol droid, had horrific manners and seemed relatively oblivious to the nuances of human interaction.

“Did you need to talk to me about something?” Ava directed her attention to the droid, trying to be patient. The sooner the droid got done with whatever he needed to say, the sooner they could send him on his way.

“I have been meaning to talk to you, Mistress Ava, about living arrangements for myself and Artoo-deetoo,” he nodded but did so with all of his torso, rather than just his head.

“Oh,” Ava hadn’t really even given thought to the droids and who had taken possession of them since Leia’s passing. It didn’t seem like any of her business. “Where have you been staying? And why would you want to talk to me about it?” She glanced to Poe who simply gave her a “don’t ask” sort of look.

“We have been living in spare quarters on base and working alongside Master Finn and other leaders in the Resistance,” Threepio stated. “But now that the fighting is coming to an end, we are uncertain of what will happen to us. You see, Artoo-deetoo and I belong to the Skywalker family.”

A heavy weight of realization hit Ava and she understood now why he’d come to her. It unnerved her a little whenever a sentient droid like him spoke of being owned by anyone, but it was the truth. C-3PO and R2-D2 were built as companion droids, not to function as individuals, not the way other sentient beings did. Their purpose was to serve, and they needed an owner to take care of them.

“Young Master Luke is the only Skywalker left,” Threepio said it without inflection but somehow his tone managed still to carry sadness. “We didn’t bring it up before but now that you and Master Poe are building a house, we thought perhaps there might be sufficient space for us.”

“Oh,” Ava turned to glance at Poe again. She knew he wasn’t thrilled about the notion of having the inept protocol droid shuffling around the house all the time, but he was Luke’s by rights. She couldn’t stand the thought of him being separated from the family he’d been part of for four generations. “I’m sure we can work something out,” she didn’t know how but that was something they had time to think about. Their house would take time to build.

“Thank you very much, Mistress Ava,” Threepio sounded relived. “Artoo will be very glad to hear it.”

“You’re welcome, Threepio,” Ava smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse us,” she took Poe’s hand again and pulled him along. “We need some time alone. Why don’t you go see if Finn needs you?” She called back as they put more distance between themselves and the droid, Poe doing a very poor job at suppressing his laughter.

It didn’t take long to get to their quarters and Ava dropped her bag as soon as she got in the door, seeing all three of her children in the living room, the girls in their playpen and Luke sitting on the couch in front of them, reading them a story from a datapad, little holographic illustrations hovering above the device as the story progressed.

“Hey Mom, welcome home,” Luke grinned, getting up and setting the datapad on the caf table. The girls started to whine. “Why are you fussing?” He laughed. “Look who’s home. It’s Mama!”

Ava pulled her son into a hug, kissing him on the cheek since he was too tall now for her to kiss the top of his head. She felt a pang as she saw yet again all the similarities between him and his father, but she pushed it aside. She didn’t know if Poe had told Luke about Ben being at the food festival, but she would certainly relay Ben’s message to their son and pass along the kyber crystal. His training as a Padawan would come to an end soon. But Ava couldn’t dwell on that. It made her sad, knowing her little boy was almost grown. She gave him a squeeze before he let her go, then went to the play pen and kissed each of her girls on the nose, watching them bouncing at the knees, tugging on the rail of their little jail.

“Were you good for your Papa and big brother while Mama was away?” Ava asked, stroking first Shara’s curls then Leia’s. Their hair was getting much thicker and darker black like Poe’s with each passing day.

“Leia said her first word,” Luke announced with pride and Ava gasped in shock, turning her head to look at Poe who was smiling nervously and then to Luke who was smirking, trying not to laugh.

“What was it? Did you record it?”

“Uh…no. I didn’t record it,” Poe knelt down beside her and plucked up Leia while Ava pulled Shara into her arms.

“Why not?” She watched her husband turn red in the face. “What was the word, Poe?”

“Kriff,” he bit his bottom lip and Ava burst out laughing.

“I think Gram would approve,” Luke insisted, dropping to a seat on the couch.

“Yeah,” Ava beamed at Poe, enjoying the moment with all their family together. Poe pressed a soft kiss to Leia’s chubby little cheek making her giggle and squeal, her legs flailing, one hand slapping against his chest. “I think so too.”

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bxcketbarnes · 7 years

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Farmers Daughter - Stiles Stilinski {Part Nine}

Author’s Note: This is the last part before the epilogue. I know, I know, I’m just as sad as you are, but I’m really glad that you lot have enjoyed this series. I really enjoyed writing it, especially because it’s based off my life. Thank you to the magnificent @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me:)

The last few weeks have been absolute hell. Graduation is coming up, so our school has been having rehearsals everyday after school and it’s cutting into my time of talking to Stiles, who I haven’t seen since he left. We’ve tried to have dinner with his dad a few times but recent murders happened in his town and I’ve been worried as hell. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to Stiles. I would definitely go crazy, that’s for sure. I look down at my phone, checking the time. 3:30 p.m. I groan internally, knowing that Stiles is probably on his way home from lacrosse practice while I’m stuck at school, rehearsing. Why do we need to rehearse? It’s not that difficult of a process. The principal tells us that we’re free to go and I race outside towards my car. Once inside, I dial Stiles’ number, pressing my phone against my ear as I begin to drive home.

“Hello?” Stiles says, groggily.

“Hi baby. Did I wake you?” I ask, biting my lip.

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I was waiting for you to call.” He says and the grin on my face widens, blushing a bit. I’m still not used to him being my boyfriend, my god. “How was rehearsal, baby?”

“Oh my god, it was long as fuck. I don’t understand why we’re rehearsing.” I groan, turning down my road, turning the music down slightly. I heard Stiles chuckle muttering a “no clue.”

“I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to hang out. I miss you so much.” Stiles confesses. I hear the sadness in his voice and frown.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’ll be able to hang out soon enough. Are you coming to my graduation?” I ask, hoping that he can.

“Oh baby. I wish I could but I actually have something on that day, but I’m gonna send you flowers.” I bite my lip, stopping myself from crying as I nod my head. “Baby?”

“S-Sorry, I forgot you couldn’t see me.” I chuckle slightly, sniffling a bit as I drive up my driveway, seeing our cows being moved into a trailer. “B-Babe, I gotta go.” I hang up, parking the car before running down towards the barn, seeing my parents standing near the door. “What’s going on?” I ask, already on the verge of tears as I watch our cows leave our barn.

“Oh, sweetie. Your dad doesn’t have enough milking cows for the new milk company to pick up, so he’s decided to stop farming. We’re selling the cows.” My mom cries and tears began streaming down my face as I watch the man drive off with my babies. A sob escapes my lips as I run up to the house, slamming my door shut as I lay on the bed, crying my eyes out. My phone vibrates and I look at it, seeing Stiles calling me. I answer it, sitting up on my bed, wiping my eyes and nose.

“H-Hey.” I stutter, sniffling as I look into my lap.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is it because I can’t come to graduation…” He starts to mention but I cut him off.

“They’re gone.” I mumble, more tears spilling from my eyes as I almost forget to breathe.

“Who’s gone? Baby, talk to me.” Stiles says, hearing the heartbreak in his voice. He always hated seeing or hearing me crying.

“T-Th-The cows, their gone. Dad had to sell them because he couldn’t afford to milk anymore. I’ve had them since I was younger. They were a big part of my life.” I cry, covering my mouth as I let out a few more sobs, hearing Stiles ‘shh’ me. I heard Stiles shuffling around and I think it’s nothing as I continue to cry.

“It’s gonna be okay baby, okay? You’ve done so much for those cows and even though they’re animals, they loved you for it.” I nod my head at what he’s saying as my chest starts to hurt, making it harder for me to breathe. Stiles stays on the phone with me for a while and at one point I swear I heard his jeep running, but I think nothing of it. “Baby? I gotta go, but I’ll call you back as soon as I can alright?” He asks and I nod my head, muttering a yeah. “I love you.” He whispers and a small smile appears on my lips.

“I love you too, Stiles.” I whisper, hanging up the phone as I hear a knock at my door. “Come in.” I mutter, playing with the fabric of Stiles’ flannel, inhaling his scent.

“Who knew my flannels had such an effect on making you feel a little better.” Stiles mentions and my head snaps up, seeing him leaning against my doorframe. I smile, getting up quickly, attacking him into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck, gripping on him for dear life. He snakes his arms around my lower back, pressing his lips to my head. I back away from him, pulling Stiles down by his shirt, placing my lips against his, missing the feeling of his lips against mine. Stiles groans against my lips, pressing his harder against mine, gripping my waist with his large hands. We pull away from each other, resting my forehead against his chest as I begin crying again. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Stiles cooed, rubbing my back, trying to calm me down a bit.

“I-I’m so glad you’re here.” I whisper, gripping his shirt tightly. “H-How long are you staying?” I ask, looking up at him, a few tears sliding down my face. Stiles gives me a small smile, wiping the tears off my face, pecking my nose.

“Only for a few hours baby. I’d love to stay longer but my dad needs me tonight and coach will kill me if I miss practice in the morning.” Stiles says, quietly, placing a sweet kiss to my lips. I nod my head, understanding, wishing that he could stay longer. “What are you doing for college?” Stiles asks and I shrug.

“I-I don’t know honestly.” I mutter, “I just want to stay in the moment, here, with you.” I nuzzle my face into his neck as Stiles walks us towards my bed, laying down on it with me. He wraps his arms around my waist as I begin to feel tired. “I love you, Stiles, so much.” I mumble, feeling my eyes droop shut.

“I love you too, baby girl. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Stiles whispers, running his fingers through my hair.

Day of graduation…

I nervously play with my fingers as I sit next to my classmates, waiting for graduation to start.

“So, Y/N, did this boyfriend of yours show up?” A snobby girl next to me asks and I shake my head.

“He was busy helping his dad with a case.” I mutter and she just laughs uncontrollably.

“Sure he is. Just admit that he isn’t real honey.” I roll my eyes at her, looking around for my parents. I find them and they wave to me and I smile. The graduation starts and I doze off, hearing a student talk for what feels like hours about what we’ve accomplished. I groan internally, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“We’re now going to call up the graduates.” The principal says and I silently cheer, waiting for this to be over with. One by one, students began going up, receiving their diploma and give the principal a handshake. “Y/N L/N.” He says and I smile, walking up onto the stage, grabbing my diploma and giving our principal a handshake before hearing someone scream.

“WOO! GOOD JOB, BABY GIRL.” A familiar voice yells and I see Stiles, Lydia, and Scott standing next to my parents. I look at Stiles, seeing a large grin on his face as he claps his hands. I blush, walking off the stage and back to my seat, looking at the snobby bitch who said Stiles wasn’t real.

“Well, looks like my boyfriend made it.” I smirk, biting my lip. Once closing statements were given and we moved our tassels, all the students went to go see their parents and loved ones. I run around towards where my parents were sitting, seeing Stiles’ tall frame with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“STILES!” I yell, running at full speed towards him. I jump into his arms as he twirls me around, placing kisses on my face as everyone around us stares. He puts me down, giving me the roses and I blush, thanking him quietly as he tucks his finger under my chin, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I hear a few students cheer and I giggle against his lips.

“I love you so much, baby.” Stiles whispers, brushing his lips against mine.

“I love you too, more than you could ever know.” I smile, looking up at him. Lydia clears her throat and I pull away from Stiles, looking over at her.

“What about us?” She sarcastically says and I chuckle, bringing her into a hug.

“You guys are not forgotten. I’m so glad you guys could make it. Malia didn’t want to come?” I ask, walking towards Scott, giving him a hug as well.

“She’s got a lot of stuff on her plate right now. She told me to tell you congrats though!” Lydia tells me, rubbing my back as I walk back over to Stiles, wrapping my arms around him.

“Aw, I’ll have to text her later. But you, you said you weren’t coming.” I tell him and Stiles chuckles.

“I wanted to surprise you and I did. You think I was going to miss my girlfriend’s graduation?” He questions, smirking down at me and I shake my head, hearing my parents calling us over to the car. I wrap one of my arms around his lower back as his arm drapes across my shoulder, the four of us walking towards my parents.

“Thank you guys, really. I love you all, and you a little bit more, Stiles.” I smile, looking at my friends. I wouldn’t want to change anything. Everything is perfect.

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namjoonchronicles · 7 years

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[Final: Jongup Ver.] Tumbleweed, Her (M)#20 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

[A/N] He looks soft here HALP.

The calm after the storm that never came. The wound that never got to heal. The heartbreak that never regain its full form. The missing pieces that remained unfound.

To every beginning, there will be an end.

“That was some sleep.” You heard him say in his deep voice, a smile upon his face, the little crinkle in his eyes.

That’s right. You’re in Yongguk’s house. Three weeks passed and the wounds are still fresh. The images are still vivid and their tattooed in your heart. And in your mind.

Tattoos.

As Yongguk brushed the strand away from your hair, and hook them behind your ear, he leans in to see better. “The cuts are closing up prettily. Doctor said you should not eat eggs, prawns, any processed meat for the time being. So no sausages, even though I know you’re crazy for them.” Yongguk straightens in his seat.

You had a traumatizing night. It was odd to be having such a calm, morning after. You almost died last night, and here you are. ‘Safe’. In the arms of someone you should have loved. You brought yourself up, gently, feeling particularly light headed due to the blood not reaching it’s full speed. “Yongguk.” You breathed his name so gently, he looks up at you, with wondering eyes. “All I do is trouble you. I am forever in-debt to you, and I’m sorry for everything, for every minute of your life, ruined because of me. I only cause you havoc.” You started and the words tumbling out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“Don’t say a word...please, just stop.” Yongguk starts to shuffle in his seat, shaking his head while you set your feet next to the bed he put you in, ready to leave it. “Let me finish!” You roared. You held him by the intense gaze you gave him. “I’ve hurt you enough, haven’t I? Why are you still here, then?” You asked him.

It sting him. The words ,they stung him. Yongguk gave the floor a bitter smile, a little shake of his head. “You’re right. Why the fuck am I still here.” He gave a sad chuckle and he drops his head before giving you a glance that made your stomach flipped. “I’ve been to a lot of places. I’ve meet thousands of girls. And truth be told, and I’m not one to brag, but I can get any girls I want…”

“--then go! Go and get other girls if you want it so bad!” You challenged him. But he got up, towering you while you sat on the edge of the bed, a tinge of fear in your eyes, when Yongguk hissed in your face, “But I don’t want that! I don’t want other. Girls....It’s not as simple as that, okay. My feelings are not a switch. They’re not interchangeable. They’re not something you give away and forget. I’m not like you. I wish they were, but they’re not. Because, honestly. Between you and me. My heart wants what it wants.” He straightens up, he bit his lips and backs away from you, walking backwards.

“And it wants you,” he spins and walked out, and he yells, “...and it fucking! Still wants you!”

Yongguk is a beautiful person. He is. He has always been kind, protective, mature in his decisions. He is the kind of person that get hurts time and time again, and still comes back for more. His genuine heart was yours to take. It still is, even after all the hell he’s been through because of you. But like he said, the heart wants what it wants. But your expectation was wrong. He didn’t come back for the hurt. He came back because you were home. You were his home. His entire fucking everything. It didn’t matter if you didn’t love him. Every words he had ever said.

Love.

“You’re the only one I care about.”

“I’d spent my days with you, and no one else.”

“One of my tattoos are dedicated to you. Maybe one day I’ll show you where it is.”

Hate.

“Why did you do that?”

“So that’s it, now we’re done? Don’t I mean anything to you?”

“If that’s what you think is best for us. Fine.”

You jumped out of bed, realizing that if you lose him now, you’ll lose him forever. There’s no saying on how long he’ll stay patient with you. You tested the waters, and he’s over the edge.

The fridge door is opened and closed and you were relieved to see his semi tattooed back, covered by the black singlet he had been wearing as he pour himself some cold beverages. He is angry, but not angry enough to leave the house. The apartment he lend you. He visibly breathed in and exhaled hard, a loud exasperated and tired sigh. His shoulders rise and fall and you can’t help but empathize him. He deserved more than this. He deserved a genuine heart and soul that loves him for him. “I cannot pretend, Yongguk.I simply cannot.” You thought as you stared to his back.

You were standing by the door sill when you came to see a couple of opened envelopes on the side table, next to the bed. “Choi Junhong tuition fees has been in full.” The letter starts. Behind it, was a handwritten letter from your mother. “...thank you for all the help you’ve given over the course of my daughter missing. You have a lot in your hands, don’t you?”

Had he been paying Junhong, his tuition fees?

It looked like it.

Had he been catering to your mother?

Those letters can’t be lying.

Now let’s be entirely honest.

Where else can you find a man foolish enough to do that much for you?

Yongguk sips the cold water and had been facing the tiled wall of the kitchen, his thoughts blank. “Yongguk…” You breathed his name and he turned around to you wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you, by the lips and you kissed him. He responded in a surprised but muffled moan before he parted his lips to make way for your eager tongue to enter his cavern. He had his hands holding each side of your hip in place, but as the kiss deepens, he wrapped his strong pair of arms around your waist to feel more of you. And he asked you, “Really?”

You nodded, eagerly.

“Let’s start again. Let’s give ourselves another try.”

He looks puzzled.

“Why so suddenly?”

“Damn it, Yongguk. Take what’s already given.” You scolded him, pulling his face into yours so you could roughly kiss him again. But something changed in Yongguk’s dark brown eyes. “Is this one of your tricks?” He threw the mood away. And he had all the rights to.

You slid your hand down one side of his delectable face and his chest. “I will never find another love like yours. Ever.”

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Junhong is in complete contrast to what he used to be. Rumor started spreading on how he used to be in mafia. And that has given him unneeded attentions and friends. Back in the days, being in a mafia is something frowned upon on. But nowadays, it’s something that even polices find considerably, not bothersome. Since they’ve come to an agreement that they will refrain from committing serious crimes, it’s all good. But of course, Junhong is no longer apart of that.

And of course, he felt uneasy eyes around him. Boys and girls alike. But your constant calls and texts didn’t make college life too lonely. Sometimes Bang Yongguk would stop by to pass him lunch and everyone in the college knows that Yongguk’s a lieutenant. So that fact may have contributed to a handful of friends who deemed Junhong as harmless.

“Anyone trying to poke around?” Yongguk asked, as his eyes crinkles into crescents. Smiling at Junhong’s who is lazily dragging his feet to Yongguk’s car. “No one dared.” Junhong grins and Yongguk threw his arm around the boy’s neck, jokingly. “What did she cook for dinner?” Junhong asked as he climbed in. “Her favourite. As usual. You think you mattered in her life? Dream on, lad. She only cares about me.” Yongguk boastfully said.

He meant it as a joke, of course.

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Rushing to and fro the dining table and the kitchen, you ensured everything is in place before the two arrives. The television left on, with the volumes low helps you shake any unwanted anxieties. Bringing the hot pot of beef soup pass the wall where all the family portraits are, you accidentally tilted one frame. Just slightly. You tutted your tongue and set the pot on the middle of the table where the bowl were turned upside down until Junhong and Yongguk arrive. You rubbed your hands on your apron and went back to tilted frame.

As you fix the edges, to a perfect form, your eyes glided to the torn wallpaper hidden behind it. You ran your fingers on top of the flaps, slowly trying to recover the dull color the original wall had. “Giving the wall a new face don’t exactly erase the events that it had witnessed, would it?” You thought. Yongguk spent days, scrubbing off the droplets of blood that spattered on them. Weeks, for the smell to disappear. Another two weeks, to put on this wallpaper. Junhong helped to. So many people would ask, why would you still live here, knowing fully well of what happened here?

Because you’re unafraid. There’s absolutely, no reason to be.

And slowly, the sound from the television seeps into your soul while your eyes dances on the pictures on the wall, memorizing faces. Bang Yongguk has an attractive smile line. Junhong tends to crinkle his eyes, and is unable to take serious pictures. He is basically a giant-sized baby, demanding attentions every now and then. But can you blame him? He had his youth taken away from him. The news anchor voice of what started as an ambience, started to become clearer and clearer.

“...President Kim who won his election, fair and square brought his only son, Kim Himchan to the parliament dinner, looking sharp in suits. The duo is accompanied by the honorary secretary of the National Security, Mr. Park Hwang Soon and his wife, to discuss the future well-being of the country.” You turned your attention to the screen.

And then your eyes caught something, no– someone. Just as the doorbells rang, and it pulled your attentions away from the screen, reluctantly. “Coming!” You sped to the front door and yanked them open where Youngjae stood with a bouquet of flowers and some fruits. “I got here too early didn’t I?” Youngjae’s face crumples into a hesitant smile. You beamed back, “Yongguk wouldn’t mind me having someone around. He dreaded the fact that he had to live me alone to set the dinner up… he’d be thrilled to have you here.”

Youngjae’s eyes wander around the apartment and he notices that it had a few changes since the last time he was here. He caught the television showing Himchan making speeches. And he visibly repulsed at the sight. “They can’t make a better choice in that, can they? A hypocrisy as large as that goes on TV, what is happening to the world.” He commented. The smile he came with, quickly disappeared. “That’s real world, Youngjae, you know that right? Us, the small people will always get left behind, hindered and unattended, unless we are of use.” Your shoulders dropped.

Youngjae couldn’t lie to himself. You looked hollow. So he held your hand, squeezing them as you set the chopsticks next to each bowl. “Why, what.” You said, calmly flustered. Youngjae gaze up to you, and his eyes are saying words his mouth can’t. You averted your eyes, “I’m picking myself up. I really am.” You said, sliding your hand out of his grasp before giving him your back as you turned to the kitchen sink and collect a few more bowls. You blinked rapidly, as the thoughts in your head gets assembled. Your hands worked faster and when the dinner begins, you silently watched them eat and drink.

Yongguk sat right next to you, Youngjae on the left, and Junhong at the end of the table. Yongguk can’t let go of your hands, even when he’s eating. They thoroughly enjoyed the food. And then it was movie time. You sat on the edge of the bed, thinking. Your eyes dropped to your lap where your hands are, fidgeting to the floor next to your feet. Your breathing is shallow and your heart is pounding, then you looked at the time. An hour and a half had passed, and there’s no more laughter from outside the living room. You took a peek. Slowly, creeping through the door of the bedroom.

Junhong’s head is in Yongguk’s lap. Junhong had fallen asleep, and Yongguk had his rested on the edge of the couch where Youngjae laid on. You released your bottom lip from your own teeth and slide next by the bed. You took out a luggage, that’s full of folded cloth, toiletries, shoes. You took the bag and stood behind the front door, putting on a black mask. “Take good care of yourself.” Someone suddenly spoke and it took you by surprise so spun around to see who it was, and which one.

Yongguk still had his eyes closed. “You know where to go if anything happens,” he added. Yongguk spoke without even looking at you. “Youngjae told me what’s inside the soup, told me not to drink it. At first, I didn’t believe him. But then, you see. He’s a pharmacist. And so are you.” Yongguk lifts his head up from the couch. “Crushing chlorpheniramine maleate into a soup is a very pharmacist thing to do. A flu medication, isn’t it? Purchasable. Quick to method. Harmless. Proven to promote drowsiness.” He added.

You ran your tongue along your bottom lip. “...Yongguk.”

But he didn’t let you finish. “...And when you know that it might not work on me since I’m heavy drinker, you added diphenhydramine, a cough syrup. I didn’t know how you manage to make is tasteless, but then again, you’re the drug professional? Is this how you tried to kill Himchan’s father, that resulted into your pharmaceutical practicing license being recalled?” Yongguk asked. He was smiling bitterly. “I’m not trying kill any of you.” You hissed. “It isn’t a fatal dose.” You added. “I just need my life decisions to be made, and not worry about it being judged.”

“You’re in love with a criminal!” Yongguk raised his voice a little.

But Youngjae and Junhong, being drugged, didn’t move at all.

Your hand on the knob froze. “...Are you going to spend your whole life running?” Yongguk asked. “What is it to you, what I do with my life.” You grumbled and Yongguk immediately replied, “Because you’re my life.”

You yanked the front door open, and grumbled, “And Jongup is mine. Goodbye, Yongguk.”

Jongup escaped the gunshots merely because of his men who wasn’t ready to lose him. The SWAT team was outnumbered by them and one of them threw tear gases bombs into your apartment, resulting in terrible fogging, and during the fog, Jongup escaped with help from Junhong. Junhong who had the files then, returned it to the SWAT team. The SWAT team gave the files to Himchan’s father, and promised Yongguk who knew about the existence of the file that when he wins the election, he gave Jongup a complete control of his son, Himchan, with the exchange that Jung Daehyun will be put into jail.

Yongguk who had been searching Jongup ever since, tries to befriend Junhong in order to find Jongup’s current location. But Jongup wasn’t hiding at all. He was in fact, alive and well. Jongup took over the family business when his father’s car blew up in the middle of the same road where Himchan accidentally ran over your father. His death was classified as: Accidental death. Jongup continued to run the black market and as long as he stays in his righteous path, no blood in his hands, and no bullets in his guns, Yongguk will stay put. Jongup had his queen around him, and even though life as the bad man’s wife is difficult, you have been told that you were a lioness for being able to make that man bow to you.

And it’s funny, because all your life. You’ve only been known to drift along.

You know, when tumbleweeds had mature and dry, it becomes detached from its roots or its stem, and tumbles away in the wind. That’s how it got its name. A heart, that was once desolate, dry and with no occupant, now has a permanent tenant. And his name is, Moon Jongup.

[A/N] I would totally elope with Jongup tqvm. Thank you so much for the love given to this fanfic ever since the start. Please continue to support the boys and their awesomeness (especially my Uppie his new song Try My Luck /he needs my body on him lol/ is my jam nowadays, and Yongguk’s Yamazaki, hence the birth of this fanfic). I know I told you guys there will be three versions of endings. I ain’t lying. Like and reblog, and feel free to come inbox me anytime.

[Yongguk Ver.] [Mutual Ver.]

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jarpadandjensenaremyheroes · 7 years

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The Little Princess: Chapter 14

A/n- SUUUUPER sorry it took so long! I’ve been so busy with my daughter and volunteering around my neighborhood to get the place cleaned up once again. Hopefully we can get back to a decent schedule now. Anyways, happy Monday and Memorial Day!

Word count: 2,213

Warnings: this is literally 2k words of FLUFF. Dean being super romantic. I’m not sure where all this fluff came from, but reading through it myself I ended up squeeing over it. So don’t say I didn’t warn you!

Chapter summary: Dean gives you a romantic end to the evening before heading back to Bobby’s

Need to catch up? HERE is the masterlist!

Chapter 14

You and Dean had climbed out of the water to lay amongst the soft grass and flowers at the water’s edge. You were able to watch the sun set through the trees, which created an almost ethereal glow in the small meadow. Dean’s hand traced mindless patterns on your back with feather light touches while you pressed small, soft kisses to his chest and tracing every scar you had once been so familiar with. The sight of the few ones you had never seen before made your heart ache slightly. He had gotten hurt on the job and you hadn’t been there to help him.

Just like that, all your fears of losing him and leaving Mary without her father came flooding back to you. Dean must have picked up on your quickened breathing and sensed the slight panic; he had stopped moving his hand. Rather than have him worry, you decided to explain.

“Dean I can’t lose you. I can handle stitching you up and cleaning your wounds, but I can’t handle losing you. Mary and I need you. I need you to promise me, right now, that you won’t do anything you don’t have to. You’ll call in for backup or find someone else to work the case if you have to. But no unnecessary risks. Promise your daughter you won’t make her watch you burn on some pyre when she’s 4 years old. Please don’t do that to us…”

You tried to hold back the tears and the panic, but it was too hard. The thought of losing Dean after everything that has happened was too much to handle. You broke down crying as he hauled you into his arms and comforted you.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N, I swear I will not leave you alone. I’ve been doing some thinking, and I’m gonna slow down on the hunts. More local hunts rather than this jumping all over the country business. I promised myself a long time ago that if I ever had kids, I wouldn’t be like my dad. I would be a real father to my children. One that they can grow up and be proud of; one that they can talk to and lean on for anything. I wanna be a father and a friend to my kids, not a damn drill sergeant. We may not have the little brick house with the white picket fence, but we have the bunker. It’s the safest place to raise a family. Hell, I’ll even cave on the ‘no animals’ rule and we can get a dog for the kids if you want. Princess, you will never have to be alone again. And I will make Mary the same promise. I won’t be leaving you anytime soon.” He paused for a moment, using the pads of his fingers to wipe away your tears before a smile broke out on his face. “Besides, even if I did die, you would probably just have Sammy and Cas bring me back just so you could kill me yourself.”

His plan to cheer you up had worked and he gave you a shit-eating grin as you laughed and nodded in agreement.

“I probably would Winchester. Nobody gets to take you from me except me.” You tried to sound threatening, but you couldn’t contain your giggles and you ended up sound less ferocious and more adorable than you intended.

Dean looked at you, eyes wide for a moment before he laughed one of his full belly laughs. The kind where he throws his head back and slaps his knee with one hand and grabs his stomach with the other.

Feigning annoyance, you playfully shoved at his shoulder. “Shut up!” Dean fell over with laughter and you promptly pounced on top of him. “I am ferocious! Hear my roar and fear me!” You let out the lowest growl you could manage and Dean only laughed harder.

“OH MY GOD you are so fucking adorable I can’t breathe! Ba-baby oh my God that is the funniest thing ever!”

He was shaking uncontrollably with laughter underneath you and you pretended not to be amused. It was taking all your concentration to keep up the ridiculous frown on your face and when he finally looked at you, tears streaming down the side of his face, he lost it all over again. This time you joined in; the two of you rolling around on the ground absolutely howling with laughter. After a few minutes though, your sides were protesting in pain when you would take a gasping breath.

Moments like this came so easily with Dean. You were so comfortable around each other; nothing was ever too much or too embarrassing. It was always fun and games with the two of you.

When you both finally calmed down and quieted the sporadic giggles, Dean took your hand gently in his and pulled you up to stand.

“There’s one more thing I wanna do with you before it gets dark and we head back.”

He led you to the Impala and opened the trunk where he had conveniently brought extra clothes for the both of you. You hadn’t thought about it until now, but it was good he thought ahead. All your clothes were at the bottom of the pond, and you really didn’t relish the idea of going back to Bobby’s stark naked. He handed you your clothes and steadied you as you pulled on your panties and jeans before turning and dressing himself. He moved you to stand in front of Baby and then ducked inside the car. Confused, you stood there watching him.

Suddenly, the meadow was filled with music. You gasp as you recognize the song, one of your favorites. Etta James’ voice fills your ears as Dean comes to stand in front you. He takes you into his arms, one hand on your waist, the other holding one of your hands out to the side. You place your other hand on his shoulder and rest your head on his chest as he begins moving the two of you back and forth.

At last

My love has come along

My lonely days are over

And life is like a song

Dean lowered his head to whisper softly in your ear, “Y/F/N Y/M/N, I love you with all my heart. Our family is the one thing in my life that I will always cherish, always protect, and always love. Nothing will ever come between us, and I can’t think of a single thing I would want more than to spend the rest of my life with you. You are the best thing to ever walk into my life, and I will spend every day for the rest of forever showing you how much you mean to me and how much I love you. I’m not the best with words, and I know I can be a hard-headed asshole at times, but I promise you that I will never hurt you and never leave you. Not until we’re old and gray and watching our great-grandkids run around our house. I can’t promise that everything will be perfect and that we’ll never have arguments or that we will never have issues come up, but I can promise you that I will love you through all of it. Every single day. I will love you more and more every day. And I don’t ever want you to forget any of that. And I hope that one day soon, we can make our little family even bigger. I want to give you everything you’ve ever dreamt of, because you’ve already done that for me.” He sweetly kissed your cheek. “I love you Princess.”

At last

The skies above are blue

My heart was wrapped up in clover

The night I looked at you

I found a dream, that I could speak to

A dream that I can call my own

I found a thrill to press my cheek to

A thrill that I have never known

“Dean…I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited to hear you say those things. I love you so much, but you’ve already given me everything I could ever hope for. I have you, and a beautiful daughter who has your stunning eyes, and a galaxy of freckles just like you. I definitely wouldn’t mind adding to our family though… And I don’t want promises of perfection and a problem free life; I don’t need that. All I want and need is you; all of you, in every way, every day for the rest of my life. You and Mary are the best things in my life and I can’t wait to see what other adventures our time together has in store for us. I love you.” You stretched up on your tip-toes and kissed his lips soft and slow.

Oh yeah yeah

You smiled, you smiled

Oh and then the spell was cast

And here we are in heaven

for you are mine...

At Last

As the song came to an end, you and Dean continued slow dancing in the tall grass watching as the sun finished dipping beyond the horizon. He kissed you one last time sweet and soft, and then pulled you into the car with him. He held your hand and rubbed little circles with his thumb the whole way back to Bobby’s, and you rested your head on his shoulder.

As you pulled into the graveyard for cars, you saw the sheriff’s car parked out front. You squealed with excitement as Dean grinned ear to ear. Never letting go of your hand, Dean led the way up the steps of the porch and into the house. Jody sat on the couch holding a babbling Mary. She jumped up and ran over to you, sandwiching your daughter between your chests as she wrapped you in a hug.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.” She pulled back slightly to look at you.

“I missed you too Jody!”

You squeezed each other tighter for a moment before Dean pried you apart.

“Alright alright, don’t suffocate my kid! I’ve grown kinda attached to her the last few weeks and won’t have you two crazies smothering her.”

Jody looked at him incredulously. “We’re crazies?” She turned to you. “Do you have any idea how hard it was keeping the three of them out of trouble while you were gone? I swear, I almost went bald from ripping my hair out. And he wants to call us crazy!” she scoffed.

You just laughed. “Trust me, I know. Thank you for keeping them safe for me.”

You all went into the kitchen where Bobby and Dean made sandwiches for everyone while you and Jody fed Mary dinner.

“Wait, where did this high chair come from?” you asked Bobby.

“Ah well, I may have had it stored in the basement. I made John buy me one when he started leaving the boys with me to track down Azazel.”

“You packrat. Do you ever get rid of anything?” Dean teased him.

“Well it’s one less thing you two gotta buy for me! I ain’t keepin’ her here and buyin’ all the baby crap.”

“Bobby, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not my dad. I won’t be dropping her off on a whim to go hunt down some big bad. I was uh, I was hoping you could show me how to take on more of the role that you have. Ya know, answering the phones, providing covers, research and whatnot? I made a promise and I can’t keep it if I keep going the way I have been these last couple years…”

“Of course ya idjit. I was gonna have to smack you if you thought you were gonna keep hunting like that. Just remember that family don’t end in blood, boy. I expect to see that little girl quite often, ya hear?”

“Well then I guess we’ll just have to have big ole family gatherings at the bunker then. You and Jody, and Ellen and Jo can all come stay with us at the bunker, once Jo stops being a brat anyways. We’ve got plenty of room.”

Bobby cracked a small smile and tried to hide it, but you caught it before he could make it disappear. “I dunno boy. That seems like a whole lot of chick flick moments.”

You snorted with laughter. “Says the gruff old man who is currently making cooing noises and baby faces at the toddler!”

“Hush child. If I wanted your input, I’d ask for it!” the old man teased you. “Now, the two of you are staying here for the night so I can keep playing with little Mary here, but I don’t want no hanky panky business goin’ on under my roof, ya hear?”

You blushed furiously as Dean let out a strangled laugh.

“I think we’re good on that for the night, Bobby.”

Jody and Bobby both made gagging sounds at that, and you laughed while smacking Dean playfully on the shoulder.

Bobby chuckled, “I’m glad to see that not much has changed between you two.”

You grinned as Dean wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in tight for a hug. “So am I Bobby. You have no idea.”

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suchthingbutnever · 7 years

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Weird Time Travel Sends 21st Century Hipster Jon To The Wall (a.k.a., what I did at 3 A.M. last month)

So, this was an idea I had in the middle of the fucking night and I literally sat up and wrote five pages before I went back to sleep. It's Hipster!Jon navigating Westeros , maybe with Robb somehwere in there. Ahem.

It was absolutely fucking freezing when he woke up.

For a couple moments Jon remained where he was, refusing to open his eyes. He had one hell of a headache pounding away viciously at his temples, echoing the base of the pretentious minimalist techno they had played at the second flat party.

“Fuuuck,” he said with a croaky voice, laughing a little bit at himself. How was it so effin’ cold?

The heating had been broken for maybe a month now, and Jon had been too busy and, admittedly, also too lazy, to have someone come fix it. It was always easier to pile on layers and retreat into the cavern he called his bed, Netflix at the ready for another five episodes of Breaking Bad.

It wasn’t like any of his flat-mates were keen on the job, either. Leah had even said something along the lines of the seven degrees Celsius in their kitchen being romantic. She was crazy, that one.

“It’s fucking freezing,” he said to himself out loud, and sweet mother Mary’s G-string, his joints felt stiff. London wasn’t supposed to get this cold – foggy, yes, wet and uncomfortable as fuck, yes. He was born and bred in Yorkshire, for that he had been more than prepared.

But not this unforgiving, semi-arctic cold.

He opened his eyes, and blinked a few times. Then he closed them again, squeezing them shut and counting until nine and three-quarters.

Then he sat up abruptly, taking in the… the, room? Was it a room? Or a dingy cupboard? It seemed like he hadn’t made it home yesterday after all. Damn Haz and his fucking penchant for cocktails. Jon was usually more than good at holding his alcohol – hmm, so maybe he had overestimated himself. Too much booze could really mess with a lad.

“Oh fuckity fuck, it’s cold.”

He was sitting on a narrow single bed, with a really shitty mattress, and the blankets that had covered him appeared to be fur. Real animal fur, maybe like, from a bear? Or something else brown and shiny. They smelled really musky, which, ew.

Now that was just absolutely disgusting. Jon knew for sure that most of the people he ran with were at least flexible vegetarians.

He stared at the rest of the room in disbelief – housing in London was godawful, alright, but this was just way below acceptable. Jon wouldn’t rent the room even if they gave it to him for free, with a flat-screen TV on top.

Well, he’d say no after thinking about it really hard, at least. Living space was damned expensive, you could hardly blame him.

However he got here, wherever this godforsaken place was (probably way in the outskirts, so he’d have to get a bus to get to the tube), he needed to hightail it back to his own flat, because his thesis was still sitting in his laptop, waiting to be written, re-written and deleted. He really shouldn’t have gotten so drunk, fucking Haz and his uncontrollable dance-drive after three pints.

Jon started patting around for his clothes, especially his jeans. He really needed to find his phone and call Haz and maybe Ian, so he could find out where the fuck they had ended up. Also, Robb had texted him last night, at three in the morning, and Jon had almost flipped and texted him right back.

“Are you mad, ey? When was it ever a good idea to text your straight-boy crush back drunk off yer arse?” Ian, in his violet leotard and his scary going-out-tonight heels had stolen his phone away, laughing when Jon tripped over a beer bottle trying to get it back. Of course, now he was really thankful that his friends had prevented him from destroying the weird, tentative thing he had with pretty straight-boy Robb, as they all started calling him.

“PSBR”, for short.

Jon let out a frustrated growl, because his clothes from last night – a dark blue shirt, his favorite black jeans that made his arse “a subject of worship”, quote Ian, and whatever the hell he had bothered to put on underneath, all of it was gone. Instead, he was wearing a really scratchy linen top that looked way beyond the usual levels of organic.

And it was still really, really awfully cold.

He padded towards the rustic wooden door, complete with iron hinges, noting how rough the stone beneath his feet was. Pushing it open with difficulty, he found himself in yet another way-too-dark room, this one larger and stuffed with scrolls and old-looking leather-bound books, the type Leah used for her expensive medieval fantasy Cosplay. A fire was burning in one corner, a real fucking fire built from logs of wood and twigs that made cracking noises.

“I see you are feeling well again, my boy?”

“Holy fuckin’ Jesus Christ!” Jon jumped so high he might have crashed against the narrow ceiling of the strange place. Behind him stood a man, an old man so crinkled and wizened he was a whole head smaller than Jon. He was wearing a fur robe, long and jet-black, while around his neck hung a weird chain, each link a subtle, different colour. It actually looked really cool. Nice one, Grandpa.

“Hi, sir. I’m… uh, I’m terribly sorry to disturb you. I’m just looking for my phone. And my trousers, to be honest.” Jon put on his best polite face, cringing and dying a thousand deaths inside.

The old man remained silent, his wrinkly face quite blank. Then Jon got a closer look at his eyes, and realized they were an unfocussed, milky blue. The man was not only old, but blind as well.

“Hey, uhm. Sir? I’ll be on my way in a second, no worries, I just really need to find my phone. It’s an iPhone 6 with a grey case… oh, never mind.” Jon felt like smacking himself against the head. The man couldn’t see jack-shit, and here he stood describing his phone-case. With an uncomfortable jolt, he realized that he needed to find his keys and wallet as well. This was just getting better and better.

“Jon, why won’t you lie down again? I shall have Chett prepare some milk of the poppy, it seems that you need it.”

He froze at that. First off, why did this strange man know his name? Second, why was he using such a gentle tone with Jon, as if he was speaking to an emotionally unstable child? And third – “What the fuck is poppy milk?!”

Jon immediately felt bad for the outburst. The old man was probably just as confused as he was, yelling really helped no one. His mum had not driven him to expensive therapy sessions twice a week for nothing.

God, his mum. He really needed to call her back. She had left a voice message yesterday morning, all “How is my favorite gay son? When will you come back to Leeeeeds and visit me with your gay partner? Surely we won’t need to wait til gay Christmas?”

Her enthusiastic approval was well-meant, yeah, he got that.

Jon shook his head, toes slowly going blue from the icy floor. He needed to tail it, ASAP. He turned towards gothic grandpa, and found that he had tottered closer, reaching out as if to touch Jon’s forehead.

“Milk of the poppy is the most commonly used anesthetic in the Known World, with pain easing properties. It shall give you swift dreams, and ease your fever.” What a strange accent the old man had – and weird grammar, too. But then again, he seemed positively ancient.

“You want to give me opium?” Jon shook his head no, laughing. “And I’m definitely not running a fever, I really just need my stuff…”

A door to their left opened, and a gust of wind blew in, so terribly cold that Jon thought his ears and nose might fall off from the sudden, blazing pain. It was fucking snowing outside – and it had barely been below ten degrees these past few days. Global warming really was a bitch.

“Jon! You have woken, at last!”

A large teenager with a round face and a ridiculously furry black coat stepped in. He beamed a happy smile, in his hands a tray covered but smelling strongly of hot grease. It sort of turned his stomach, but Jon was really more focused on remembering where all these people knew him from.

Was it the drugs? He had only popped the usual E last night, courtesy of Haz and his dodgy contacts that sold them A-class weed every other month. Had someone slipped him something? Was it the super horny blonde guy with the silver eye-shadow who had mouthed at his neck? Was it… was it…

Instead of attempting to appear normal, Jon decided to try the direct route: “I’m sorry, where do I know you from?”

It was disconcerting, to say the least.

Brothers on way with their duty stopped and stared as Jon stood bare-footed in the court yard and gaped at the Wall, a mighty presence towering above them, as it did every day.

Sam had set down Maester Aemon’s meal and hurried out after him, only to see him fall down the stairs leading towards the Rookery in an undignified half-slide. Jon, who was the most collected and capable of all the recruits, who wielded a sword better than anyone Sam knew.

“What. The. Fuck.” Jon bellowed, hands reaching up to wipe at his eyes, “What. The. Actual. Fuck.”

Sam approached him gently, laying a hand on his shoulder: “Jon? Jon, come inside, will you? Maester Aemon…”

“I should’ve never tried shrooms, alright?! It was summer and everyone was doing them, and they are like, plants, natural plants! I’m literally so fucked right now.” Jon had turned to him, his eyes wild and desperate. “I’m seeing things.”

“Jon, what is it you speak of? Please come inside, you’ll freeze. Maester Aemon will give you sweetsleep, to calm you…” Sam hesitated briefly before steering Jon towards the stout timber maester’s quarters with added force. A quick glance around told him that more of the black brothers had gathered, some grinning and japing at the utterly disgraced, confused bastard of Winterfell.

Sam shot them dark looks.

“Where do I know you from? Like, really, was it last night? Did we have sex? You can just tell me, it’s fine – wait, are you even sixteen?” Jon was now looking at him once again, face drawn and pale, teeth chattering with the cold. “I mean you usually aren’t my type, but I literally remember nada, so…”

Sam quickly shut the doors, leading Jon towards the fire, gathering woolen blankets and heavy furs to pile on top of him. He made to stir the fire, adding a few logs. It wouldn’t do if Jon became seriously ill. If he was not already.

“I am Sam, … Samwell of House Tarly, Jon, you must know me. I… you’re my friend.” He gestured helplessly, reading the bewilderment in Jon’s gaze. “You took a hard fall while training at arms last morn, you were out of sorts, but Maester Aemon said you merely needed to rest, exhaustion, he said. Do you truly recall nothing?”

“We were to take our vows,” he added in a small voice, and for a moment dread filled his guts. Jon had been his first true friend, not only at Castle Black, but in all his life. Well, at Horn Hill he’d had his mother and sisters. He missed them desperately still, the small affections, the way his sisters would crowd around him for stories. Though not having to face Father, still soaked in deer’s blood before his mind’s eye, was a true blessing.

“What vows?” Jon asked, eyes squinted and gazing into the fire. He had, at least, ceased to shiver so violently. “Sam, it’s Sam, right? Can you please tell me where the hell I am,” he gulped down a shuddering breath, “and how I can get back to Brixton?”

Sam looked Jon straight in the eye, searching for a glint of recognition. Yet the man sitting before him was so utterly, completely at odds with the person Jon had been only yesterday. His voice had changed, ever so slightly, and the words he used were strange and foreign. Mayhaps Sam was going quite mad as well, but kneeling close to the fire, gazing steadily at his best friend, he seemed queerly… off.

“We are at Castle Black, Jon. Where is it that you want to go?”

“Home?” Jon laughed manically, gripping the furs covering his shoulder and pushing them away. “I’ve no recollection whatsoever of how I got here, yeah? I am fucking trippin’, to tell you the truth. Someone must’ve drugged me, whatever. I just need my phone.”

Sam was quite speechless at that. A “phone”? His “phone”? What did he mean? What was he missing? Then Sam perked up, and he scrambled to his feet, grabbing the furs to pile on top of Jon, once again.

He needed to find Ghost.

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queennicoleinboots · 5 years

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Godiva Refuses To Use Dishes Made In China

Every day, there was always drama at the Parker residence. Yesterday, Peter was throwing his clothes that were made in China out of the window. A week ago, his father was burning most of the clothes and other fabrics made in China. And today, I heard dishes being thrown in the backyard. I had to see what was going on.

Godiva had gone completely bat shit crazy within the last two weeks. Her grief over losing Tug to Chinese poison, indirect or not, seemed inconsolable. She had been destroying anything that was even remotely related to China. At the moment, she opened her new China cabinet that she got at Goodwill. She was tossing dishes out in the yard like Frisbees.

"Bastards! They bring their cheap goods over here and make us pay triple what they're worth. This is what I think of them AND the federal reserve for supporting such a tariff," Godiva said as she tossed a tea cup so far it accidentally went into her neighbor, Samantha's yard.

To make this moment more comical, Godiva was wearing jeans cut-off shorts and a gray cut-off T-shirt that said 'Murica on it. She wore a headscarf she sewed herself and sported a boyish haircut. Yep. Godiva had completely had enough of the establishment. She decided to say 'fuck it' and not wear shoes.

I walked over to her and asked, "May I help?"

"Absolutely. And then Peter is going to have one of his trademark tantrums and destroy this China cabinet!" Godiva said as she kept throwing cups and saucers out of her cabinet. "I just bought this stuff, too. Oh well. I don't care. Our currency has no gold or silver backing, so I don't give a hoot!"

I cracked up. "Thank you. My stress level over life in general has been over 9000," I said as I was throwing dishes out of her cabinet out of frustration.

"I know it. The common man is meant for slavery and nothing more. BUT AFTER 81 YEARS, I DON'T WANT TO BE A SLAVE ANYMORE!!!!" Godiva yelled.

Apparently, Peter got his rage temper from his mother. His father seemed more even-keeled. Speaking of Jamie Parker, he was getting the mail and taking a stroll around the neighborhood. He wanted to avoid getting hit with a random cup or saucer.

"Are you guys about done with throwing cups, saucers, and plates in the yard? I'd REALLY like to destroy the cabinet now! Paul is making me work again," Peter said.

"Soon, PETER!" Godiva said as she tossed a saucer into one of her toilets in her toilet garden.

The toilet ate the saucer and said, "Yuck. Chinese food!"

"Besides, your job is the only income we have at the moment. I'm trying to get off welfare and make my own business of sewing clothes!" Godiva continued as she threw a cup in the yard. The thing smashed into thousands of pieces.

"I'd advertise for you. You know I fucking hate DRYWALLING!!!" Peter whined.

"I'd appreciate it, but you're better at drywalling than most people," she said. "Besides, I thought all quote-unquote American publishing companies were owned by the Chinese now."

"They are," Peter said through gritted teeth. "That's why I am not publishing anything anymore ever."

"And even quote-unquote art galleries are technically owned by the Chinese as well," Godiva said.

"I'm not sure, bit I won't risk it. My intellectual property will not be bought out by short yellow slanted-eyed gremlins! Fuck their investments!" Peter shouted with his fist in the air.

"Then unless you go back to modelling and/or making porn, you are stuck doing drywall," Godiva said with a giggle as she threw her last saucer out of the cabinet.

"Well, in that case, I would like to move to France. I could make an incredible model/artist/writer/porn star. France isn't owned by China. That way, I will never have to touch any tool associated with the accursed substance called sheetrock again! Muahahaha!!!" Peter said with an evil laugh.

"As soon as we make enough money, dear, we will. I could even LEARN French," Godiva said.

"I know some French," Peter said as he proceeded to demonstrate his French skills. "Translation: Please tell me the axe I plan to use for the destruction of the China cabinet isn't made in China."

"Actually, I think it was made in Scotland," Godiva said.

"Sweet!!!" Peter said as he made Grinch noises before he went to get the axe. Peter loved using that axe or any kind of destructive tool in general. Smashing things was one of his favorite things to do.

"He gets so excited when I ask him to destroy something," Godiva said with a chuckle.

"Yeah. It's hilarious," I said.

Godiva and I both laughed.

Peter returned with a huge smile on his face.

"Peter, honey. Where is your protective eyewear?" Godiva asked.

"I can't wear it. It's made in China," Peter whined.

Godiva handed him her glasses. "My glasses were made in Taiwan," she said.

"Those are indirectly owned by China," he said as he backed away.

"Do we have any eyewear THAT ISN'T MADE OR CORRELATED WITH CHINA?!" Godiva asked through gritted teeth.

"No! And I wish we did. Oh well. I'll be careful," Peter said with a smile on his face.

Godiva pulled him toward her and forced her glasses onto him before putting his face inches from hers. "No. Wear the cotton-picking glasses before I stick one of these saucers up your ass," she said through gritted teeth.

"All right! All right! My Goodness, mother! I'd rather wear something only remotely related to the Chinese than have a Chinese saucer up my ass. Yeeee!!! The horror! Being raped by a Chinese object. Can you imagine?" Peter said before he gritted his teeth and started chopping the China cabinet with the axe. He formed a wide smile of delight as he continually chopped the China cabinet to pieces. He was giggling maniacally as well.

Godiva and I were laughing hysterically. It was amazing how much joy Peter got from destroying objects he hated. He definitely was acting like a clown at that moment.

The glass on the doors of the China cabinet burst into millions of pieces onto the kitchen floor. As a housekeeper, I naturally grabbed the broom (that was made in China) and swept up the glass.

Meanwhile, Peter was still on his psychotic rage as he continued to chop even the tiniest pieces of wood into bits. He seemed to have planned to turn the China cabinet into a pile of sawdust.

Godiva laughed her hearty laugh. "My Goodness, have you ever seen such a thing?" she asked as she was still laughing.

The phone rang.

"I'll get it. Haha," Godiva said as she went to grab the phone.

Peter was still laughing as he was chopping the China cabinet. He even threw in a whistle.

Godiva was laughing as she answered the phone. "Hello? Hahahahaha," she said. ".... Haha. Peter is obliterating the China cabinet... Yes, Glenda, he is absolutely enjoying himself... Oh sure! He'd smash anything for a nominal fee... $15 a hour. Minimum. Well, if you pay in peanuts, you get monkey work. Ahahaha!!! Hold on, Glenda! Peter, are you almost done? I can barely hear Glenda with your maniacal giggling!"

"No way!!! There is still plenty of wood that hasn't been tainted by my axe of Chinese doom!!! Muahahaha!!!!" Peter said as he laughed maniacally.

I was rolling on the floor and howling with laughter. My belly was sore from all of the laughing I was doing.

"I hate MOTHER-FUCKING China!!!" Peter screamed.

"...Yeah, I know you think he's hot. You want to come over and watch him obliterate the cabinet?... He'll be at it for a while...See you in a bit," Godiva said as she giggled. "Glenda's coming over!"

Peter kept grinning insanely widely as he was obliterating the China cabinet. He was smashing it to pieces and giggling like The Grinch from the Jim Carrey version. Truly, this man is one of the most incredible human beings I've ever met.

I couldn't breathe as I was laughing with no sound.

Godiva giggled uncontrollably as Peter beat the tiny pieces of wood into saw dust.

"China cabinets made in China SUCK!!!!!" Peter screamed. He was chopping the cabinet up even more quickly than he was before.

"Yes, I know. That's why you're tearing it apart," Godiva said.

There was a knock at the door.

Godiva grinned. "I'll get it!" she said in a sing-song voice as she let Glenda in. "Hey! Nice to see you!"

"Nice to see you, too," Glenda, a somewhat tall woman with short gray hair, said to Godiva. "Where's Mr. Demolition?"

"He's in the kitchen," Godiva said.

"Awesome. His video on the house was very cute. He is so adorable when he is ranting," Glenda said with a giggle.

"Ha! It was cute until he called me and his father 'unappreciative old fucks.' At that point, I called him at his secret meeting and gave him a piece of my mind," Godiva said.

"Did you spank him?" Glenda asked with a smile.

"After he came home, yeah," Godiva said with a giggle.

Peter was giggling and chopping up the tiny pieces that remained of the China cabinet.

"Hi Peter," Glenda said.

"Hey Glenda. Whatcha doing?" Peter asked with that same sadistic grin as he was chopping the China cabinet into bits.

"Watching you tear the China cabinet up. Like there is much else to do in Georgia," Glenda said.

"You got that right! This place is booooring," I said.

Peter chuckled. "Yeah it is! At least it's more interesting than Logantown," he said as he chopped more angrily. He was snickering.

"Oh yeah. That place was snoresville. I could literally hear crickets chirping even in the day time," Godiva said.

"I could literally hear my brain cells fall asleep at the lack of mental stimulation," Peter said with a chuckle as he had officially turned the China cabinet into a pile of sawdust.

Glenda, Godiva, and I cracked up laughing.

"Hey Mom, can I burn this pile over and over again until I hear the screams of the Chinese emanating through the night air?!" Peter asked excitedly with a mischevious smile on his face. He was jumping up and down.

Glenda breathed softly and just stared at Peter.

"By all means, Peter," she said with an equally nefarious smile.

"Woohoo!!!!" Peter said as he grabbed the broom. "I love to light shit on fire!!!!!"

I smiled. "Should I grab the blowtorch?" I asked.

"Sure! We can burn the saw dust together and pretend we are burning the oppressive elite!!!!" Peter said excitedly.

"He is so amazing..." Glenda said as she stared at him.

"He really is," Godiva said as she, too, was impressed with Peter's existence.

"We should totally spend some time with him," Glenda said as she smiled at him sweeping the pile of saw dust into the yard.

I handed Peter the blowtorch, and he turned the thing on full blast.

"Die Mother Fuckers! Die!!!!!" he screamed happily as he was laughing like a hyena. Peter was an incredible human being.

The pile of saw dust was now a stream of smoke emanating in the Southern sky, forever haunting this God-forsaken place.

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