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bloodynereid · 1 year

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graham dunne x reader with right person wrong time💔💔

Here's to the Fools Who Dream

pairing: graham dunne x fem!actor reader

a/n: hiii tysm for the request !! when I read this my mind immediately went to La La Land (one of the many classics in the right person wrong time trope) and so I wanted to do something based/inspired by it so if you see a mix of scenes and some dialogue from the movie that's why. anyways hope you enjoy and as always requests are open!!

tw: angst angst angst, cigarette smoking, swearing, kissing, right person wrong time

description: a struggling actor and a guitarist. what can go wrong?

You first met Graham Dunne out on one of LA’s many beaches, which was coincidentally your favorite surfing beach. And it was one of the most embarrassing experiences of your life.

You had successfully caught a pretty good wave until you felt something weird under one of your feet. So you obviously moved your foot to the side, which resulted with you losing your balance and falling off your board… taking Graham Dunne with you. By the way, that weird thing under your foot was a random piece of seaweed.

“Shit fuck I’m so sorry.” You apologized profusely as you both finally resurfaced, clutching onto your surf boards.

“It’s uh fine. I’m Graham by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Hey Graham! We gotta go, band practice starts in 30 minutes.” Said a curly haired guy who was lying on one of the beach towels next to a pretty blonde.

“Yeah, be right there. See you around.”

“Yeah.” After he left with his band you sat there contemplating how you could have been such a clutz in front of such an attractive man. And on top of all that you forgot to give him your number. It was idiotic really.

A few weeks later and you were being dragged to a concert of some band your friends had been obsessed with lately. They had been gushing about the frontman and the drummer for days on end. So you reluctantly followed them since you had already canceled plans the last time due to an audition. Which you didn’t even end up booking!

So you grabbed your drinks and made your way to the table that your friends had taken over, one of the closest to the stage obviously. And imagine your surprise when out walked the cute surfer boy from all those weeks ago.

They were pretty good, you wouldn’t lie. You liked their sound and well, it was a plus that Graham was one of the guitarists. You didn’t realize you had spaced out until your friends were waving at you from the backstage door with big smiles on their faces. You just rolled your eyes at their antics before closing up the tab and going outside to wait by the communal car. And just outside the main door stood Graham, lighting up a cigarette.

“Could I have a light?” You asked as you saddled up to him.

“Uh yeah sure.” He took out his lighter and held it up to you so you could lean in and catch the flame at the tip of your cig. “Wait, I know you from somewhere.”

“If you’re talking about the surf incident then I think we should both agree that never happened.”

“Huh… so why are you here tonight? You aren’t a stalker, are you?”

“God no. I swear that I didn’t even know you were in this band.”

“Then why are you here?”

“My friends have a penchant for dragging me places I would rather not be.”

“Wow now I’m offended.” Graham said with a slight teasing smile on his face.

“Hey now, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it then?”

“I just have never listened to your band before. If I go to a concert I like to know some of their songs first.”

“Then why did you allow yourself to be dragged here then?” He asked as you both took drags from your corresponding cigarettes.

“I owed them one, I had to cancel last time since I had an audition.”

“Ah so maybe that’s why your face is familiar, you’re an actor. What have I seen you in?”

“Working at the cafe at the Warner Brothers lot most likely.”

“Graham!” A female British voice interrupted your conversation, it was the same blonde from the beach. “We gotta go.”

“Right, sorry to cut this conversation short once again. I’ll see you in the movies, Y/N.” He gave you a charming smile before heading off to join the blonde woman.

You stood outside the venue for a few more minutes, smoking, until your friends arrived all ready to get back home. That was when you realized you hadn’t given him your number once again. Dammit.

You had taken on one of the busiest shifts at work since your boss had to go to her sister’s baby shower so you were stuck with a barrage of questions about the random things on the menu.

“So is this like all milk chocolate or does it have dark chocolate in it?” A tan girl with twin braids stood in front of you trying to decide what she wanted to order.

“Well it’s a hot chocolate, so you know it comes from a powder…”

“Yes but what kind of chocolate is in the powder?”

“I actually have no idea. Let me go check for you.” You turned around and fumbled around with some jars when you found the hot chocolate one. Taking it down and reading over the ingredients you turned around and were about to answer the lady when you saw an unexpected face.

“Graham?”

“Hey I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop by.”

“Really? How did you bypass the guards?” You leaned down with your elbows on the counter with a smirk on your face.

“Oh I’ve got that famous rockstar privilege.”

“Excuse me!” Right, the hot chocolate lady.

“Do you have a break coming up?”

“Yeah in 10 minutes.”

“Great, I’ll hide in the bathroom then.”

“Oh so you were lying about your rockstar privileges huh?”

“Definitely. I had to jump the fence and run like hell from the guards.” You both laughed as he disappeared in the bathroom.

“So what is in the hot chocolate?”

“It says all milk chocolate.”

“Right… what kinds of tea do you have?”

After 10 minutes of dealing with the most indecisive woman to ever roam the earth you clocked out and met up with Graham outside of the café. He graciously lit up one of your cigarettes as you started to walk around the lot, with all of the chaos that was movie making going around the two of you.

“So how did you get into acting?”

“My aunt I guess. She was with a traveling theater company. Oh god I remember that we used to put on these plays in my living room. She was the one who introduced me to movies. I ended up leaving college after two years and coming here. I probably should have become a lawyer instead.”

“I don’t think the world needs more lawyers.”

“Does it really need more actors?”

“Okay you have a point there.”

“So… how did you get into the band?”

“Well I was trying to get over a girl and then I got my brother to join. We moved out here a few years ago and somehow got Teddy Price to produce us.”

“And how has it been going?”

“Honestly pretty shitty but we’re trying to persevere. We just finished recording something with Daisy Jones which the band is excited for.”

“Wow… actually I have no idea who that is but it sounds big.”

“Not into the rock and roll industry much are you?”

“Well I listen to a lot of everything, but I never really know the specifics.”

“Fair.”

“Hey could you guys just stop there for a second we are about to shoot.” One of the interns from an active set said to the two of you as you turned a corner.

“Yeah totally. You know they shoot movies down my street all the time.”

“Shush.” You said with a little laugh as you bumped your shoulder with his. “Oh my god, wait I love her.”

“I have no idea who that is.”

“Not much into the movie business are you?” You echo back to him as you both walk a bit further down the lot.

“Very funny but no.”

“Well I’ll need to broaden your horizons then. Have you ever watched Rebel Without a Cause?”

“I can’t say that I have.”

“Good cause you’re coming with me to Rialto next Tuesday. Only if you’re free of course.”

“I think I am. It’s a date then.”

“It’s a date. I’ll meet you outside at 6:30.” You gave a smile before you both headed over in the other direction to go to your cars.

It was Thursday. The day for your date with Graham and you were running late. Okay it wasn’t entirely your fault your stupid ex boyfriend Greg decided it was high time to come and try to get back with you.

So of course you told him to fuck off and basically threatened him that if he ever came near an inch of you you would call the police. That man was like a really bad definition of clingy.

You had sped through the streets of LA trying to make it as quickly as you possibly could to the Rialto. Your roommate had taken the car to visit her parents so the only mode of transportation you had at the moment was your own legs. That was when you heard it. Right as you ran next to a random red car that was stopped on the curb.

“And next up we have one of the newest singles from a band called The Six, featuring Daisy Jones!”

That only spurred you to go faster and when you finally arrived in front of the Rialto there stood a slightly annoyed looking Graham.

“Hi… sorry… I’m-” You tried to say as you kept trying to breathe.

“Hey hey it’s okay.”

“I heard your song on the radio.”

“What?”

“Yup just as I was sprinting over here I heard it over the radio. And I’m sorry I’m late.”

“That’s okay. I got us tickets.” He smiled as you made your way into the movie theater.

“You shouldn’t have. I was the one who invited you and this is my way of introducing you to the magical world of the silver screen.”

“Well I wanted to be a gentleman that’s all.”

“Hmm.” You hummed back to him as you took your seats and watched as the opening credits played out.

Throughout the movie there was a palpable electricity between the two of you. Your fingers kept inching towards his and you could feel the little looks he kept sending you. A small smile crept onto your face as your pinkies entwined… and then Graham took the initiative and joined your hands together. You turned to look at him as he shot you another one of his little looks.

He blushed but gave a charming smile before slowly leaning forward and softly brushing his lips against yours. You reciprocated it eagerly and soon enough you two were kissing like your lives depended on it.

In all honesty you barely watched the rest of the movie. Instead you continued to kiss like two lovers who were finally reunited. Letting the colors of the projector illuminate the different contours of your faces.

You and Graham had been together for a few months and it was going great. But the other things in your life weren’t doing so well. Your acting career was basically tanking whilst Graham’s band was skyrocketing.

You had met the band a couple of times and they all absolutely adored you, well everyone except Billy but Graham assured you that he didn’t really like anyone anyways. You and Karen got on extremely well and had taken to calling or seeing each other every week, so naturally you saw a lot of Camila as well.

Somehow Graham has gotten you to try writing plays again and so you were currently working on finishing a one woman show whilst the band worked on Aurora. Which you knew was going to be an instant hit. Daisy Jones was a magnetic human being whom you had the pleasure of meeting once or twice whilst you saw the band rehearse.

There was a strange feeling of anxiety though, maybe it was because Graham was starting to come in later and later every night but you convinced yourself it was just the strain that the show was putting on you.

It was the night of the big show and you anxiously twisted your hands together. Okay you can do this. You can do this. You walked onto the stage just as the bright theatre lights turned on. You took a deep breath and started to recite your lines as you had practiced so many times.

Then it was suddenly all over and just before the audience lights turned on you felt a deep seeded satisfaction. But then light flooded the room and the audience was filled with a sparse amount of people. And the most important person you wanted there wasn’t filling his seat. None of the band was either, other than Camila who was sitting there with a concerned smile and Julia who was happily babbling away.

After you had finished getting changed you carefully packed up all the props and started to carry them to your car. Tears streaking your cheeks as a humourless chuckle left your mouth. There standing in front of your car stood a guilty looking Graham. The same Graham who had barely been calling you back while on tour. The one who had stopped making an effort to see you in a long while.

“Hey look I’m sorry. I swear I wanted to be here but the interview ran late and then I realized-”

“Just stop okay. It’s fine, I get it.”

“Okay great. You ready to head-”

“No, Graham. It’s over.”

“What?”

“It’s over.”

“What is?”

“All of it! I’m done. I am tired of humiliating myself and thinking I’m a good actress. Graham… it’s over. We are over.”

“No wait, what can I do?”

“Graham, I'm going back home.”

“Okay we can talk again tomorrow. I’ll give you some space tonight.”

“No, I mean I’m going back to Vermont. It’s never too late to become a lawyer, you know.” He gave you a sad smile but he nodded after a few moments.

“I hope to see you around, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Graham.”

Two days later you were sitting in the comfort of your parent’s house playing chess against your dad, when a sharp ring of the doorbell echoed through the house.

“I’ll be right back.” You opened up the distinctive yellow door and guess who stood there on the steps? Graham Dunne.

“Graham?”

“Hey. I umm well I needed to see you.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well for one the band broke up and because Camila told me to relay some big news to you.”

“The band broke up? But you guys were doing incredibly well.”

“Yeah well… anyways Camila wanted me to tell you that she got one of her director friends to come to your play and he was completely blown away by it so he’s offered you a job.”

“WHAT?!” You stood in the doorway of your childhood home with your jaw dropped and it seemed as if your brain had stopped computing.

“Yeah he wanted to have you come in tomorrow so I’ll be picking you up at 10am, not a second later.” He turned to walk back to his car but you tried to go stop him.

“Wait Graham! But…”

“No, no. Not a single word out of you. You better be here at that time or I’m leaving without you.”

“Right, okay.”

“See you tomorrow.”

The talk with the director went amazingly well and he truly did want you for the role. But it was set in France which meant you had to leave everything you had ever known and loved. Including Graham.

“I think you should go for it.” You two were seated on one of the outcrops that overlooked LA, leaving it spread open like a map for the two of you to decipher.

“But what about you? I just got you back Graham. Fuck I’m so stupid.” You leaned your head on his shoulder as his scent engulfed you. That mixture of cigarettes and the ocean that you knew all too well.

“You’re not stupid, I was being a shitty boyfriend, which is why I think you should go. This is your dream plus I have an idea of my own that I want to start up.”

“Oh and what’s that?”

“I want to open a rock bar near the beach.”

“You should call it The Six.” You said with a giggle.

“Oh shush.”

You spent the rest of that afternoon and evening catching up on life and future plans. Graham ended up convincing you to go to Paris and work on that movie. And you ended up convincing him to name his rock bar ‘The Six’.

“You know I’ll always love you right?” You said to him as you both laid in bed with moonlight streaming in.

“I’m always going to love you too. I’m never going to forget you Y/N.”

“I won’t either.”

Years later…

“Hi sweetheart, are you ready to go?” You heard the voice of your husband ask as you finished putting on your earrings.

“Almost. Now where is that little munchkin of mine?” You said as you ran into your toddler’s room in a pair of black heels.

“Mama!”

“I’m going to miss you so much kiddo. Thank you so much for this, Sofia.”

“No problem, Mrs. Douglas. I hope you both have fun.”

“Thank you. See you later my darling.” You gave your little Andrea a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodbye kiddo.”

“Bye dada. Bye mama.” She answered as she waved from Sofia’s arms as your husband draped a coat onto your shoulders before tangling your hands together to step into the car.

“So where are we off to, Mike?”

“I was thinking somewhere we couldn’t get recognized.”

“Hmm so no fancy restaurants?”

“Well I thought since you religiously listen to that Aurora album, I would bring you to a rock bar.”

“Now that isn’t a bad idea.” That was when you both drove up to a little bar by the beach, with the logo in the front reading: ‘The Six’.

notes + details that didn't fit into the main story but i thought up:

To make it even sadder Graham wrote Y/N a song, and that's what he sings when he sees her in the bar. I didn't include this bit because it felt natural to have it end where it did but idk I might make a bonus scene in the future.

If anyone was keen enough to notice they would have seen that Mike is actually Michael Douglas. for context: I was thinking up of men to have Y/N married to and looked up famous actors from the 70s and I've always liked Michael Douglas (I love Basic Instinct and Ant Man - I still have to watch Fatal Attraction) so he was like the natural pick.

The change in format from my other djats fics is deliberate. Y/N in this case is barely mentioned in the history of the band and that's mostly because Graham told everyone not to talk about her. plus when Julia asked her, she basically answered that she wasn't too much part of the band to be considered in their story. I like to imagine that like Karen or Daisy would make an offhand comment about it and the reddit stans would speculate so much.

taglist: @yesshewrites1 @gwensspidey

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chamomileharry · 2 years

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hii, how are you? i was wondering if you had any fic where one of them is deaf? and they use sing language? tysm<3

hi friend! here are the ones i have (: hope you enjoy <3

as always, please read the tags and remember to leave kudos and a nice comment for the author! if you have any requests, feel free to ask please, I'd love to help in any way! any recommendations you may have are also welcomed! <3

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ✩ Fingers Crossed (5k) // Moriartied

"Harry's been deaf since he was born. Louis is newly graduated after studying sign language, and Harry hires him to translate for all the classes he'll be attending. It's Harry's first year at a uni for non-deaf people and Louis takes it upon himself to help Harry feel like he belongs. Along the way, he gets close with Harry's group of friends and even closer to Harry." ✩ A Little Too Much (5k) // toritastic11

Harry Styles wasn’t born deaf. He didn’t plan on being deaf either, until life reared it’s ugly head nine years ago and the cards fell where they did. Some would say he’s coping as best as he can, his sister calls him bitter, and his mum wishes he would smile more, but being a morose poet seemed to click for a moping Harry, so a morose poet he became.

Alternately; Harry's a depressed poet and Louis is the sun that helps him come alive again.

✩ Worth a Thousand Words (7k) // TheIfInLife “Look, I’m learning some new stuff!”

My name is Louis. My favorite color is green. I like movies. Do you know sign language?

Harry huffed grumpily. Why are you learning sign language?

“Because, I want to be able to talk to you.” Louis looked small, gripping tightly at the steering wheel.

Why?

You’re my friend. Louis signed shakily, having to try it a few times before getting it right. And well, Harry just snapped.

We’re not friends. I don’t know what makes you think that we’re okay but we’re not. You stopped being my friend once you found out that I went deaf. I don’t know if this is your way of ‘making up for it’ or if you think that hanging out with the deaf guy and learning a bit of sign language is your ‘kind deed’ to the world but I don’t want to be your charity case and I don’t want to be your friend.

or Harry went deaf at 5 years old and Louis just wants the chance be heard.

✩ Whipped Cream (24k) // writingstylinson

Harry isn't focused on anything except growing his online photography business and keeping his service dog at his side. It's important since he's always being undermined due to his deafness.

The last thing Harry needs are his client's brother trying to convince him to go out on a date with him.

[Harry is a deaf photographer in charge of taking Lottie's wedding pictures. Louis is determined for Harry to be his plus one.]

✩ Is it a sign? (25k) // bluegreenish

“Also, I didn’t mean it literally,” Harry continues his rambling, gesticulating to support his point. “You don’t owe me a beer and I surely don’t expect you to buy me anything, it was just to start a conversation but you’re obviously not interested in that. Which, again, maybe next time an omega, or anyone really, approaches you, you could convey -”

To Harry’s surprise, he’s interrupted by the handsome stranger, who’s been weirdly fixated on his lips the whole time. What a creep!

“You speak so fast, I can’t read your lips like this.”

What? Harry’s frown deepens and he just stares at the man, waiting for him to explain. Because why the hell would he need to read Harry’s lips? They’re not in some detective movie.

The man rolls his eyes at Harry’s obvious lack of understanding.

“I’m deaf,” he huffs and points to his ear.

And oh. Yikes. That’s kind of embarrassing.

or, the one where Harry meets a certain handsome alpha at his sister's wedding and learns that speaking verbally doesn't have to be the only means of communication.

#chamomileharryficrec #my asks #answered ask #larry fic rec #deaf character #use of sign language

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beiasluv · 2 years

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are you gonna do another part to the Druig sister headcanon? Like the non-canon version?

A/N: tysm for looking forward to my small text on my last head-canons. Here I literally thought no one would notice, but anywho, here it is ♥

warnings: no edit, curse words

*just imagine the rest of the eternals are their friends*

enjoy!

Druig wasn't the most thrilled when he heard that he will be having a younger sister. I mean- he doesn't really care, sprite was a pain in the ass.

"Druig, aren't you excited?" king mocked.

"Yes, of course, I can't wait to be a big brother," he replied. "At least she could be better than this soda."

"I'm not a soda!"

I have to say, he is quite wrong. You are more precious than he thinks you would be. (you really are ♥)

Druig would take you to the parks, beaches, or wherever you want to go.

He'll hold your hand like you are a lost puppy, finding its way in this big world.

He would definitely learn how to braid hair just for you.

"Ow!""Sorry, y/n!"

"Come on, Makkari, where to go from here!"

"Shut up and follow my hands, the left goes over the right-" she guides his hands.

In high school, he would be the most protective brother you could ever ask for.

Boys would be scared to ask you out to date, because druig is on guard 24/7

He would complain about your outfit, if it's short or revealing.

Druig would learn how to deal with "monthly stuff"

He is the quiet kid™ at school, not really talking with anyone, but Makkari (ofc ♥)

Druig would always sit at lunch with you, talking shit about his friends to you. ahem, Ikaris

You would rant about your days to him, sometimes even cry to him. He would hold you close and rub your back.

"You are strong and gorgeous, y/n." "You are the most precious thing to me."

"Now, go show them who is the loser here!"

No one dares to bully or mock you because they know about the eternals™ FAM. Especially, if you are hurt, Druig would be the first to come.

You are still a very tough girl because you learn it from the best •_<

Druig and you are DOG LOVERS. Since he is always constantly getting affected by people's thoughts and minds, he found it comforting in the presence of an animal.

Druig would bring home puppies, and you two have to hide them.

I guess some things can't be hidden forever. (your mom found out)

You would like to prank him a lot. From intentionally spelling, his name as "drug" To cutting his hair while he sleeps. Everybody wondered how tf did you not die.

He has to teach you homework while your mom is busy. It goes a little like this...

"What is the length of the hypotenuse of a triangle if the leg is 25 cm-"

"Why the frick I have to know that- I wouldn't be walking down the street and measuring the road sign or something."

"You know what, you are correct."

Again, we have our cupid y/n for Druig and Makkari. Ofc our girl notices his eyes when she enters the room. He would be like he was caught in a spell.

"Makkari, could you please watch over by makeup bag, it's by Druig. I don't trust him," you giggled as you signed.

"Sure, of course," she signed back. You turned around to wink at Druig and walked out. Seeing him, reached his arm behind the couch where she is sitting and giving a thumbs up.

You guys would share music A LOT. On some special occasions, you will give vintage vinyl. Most of the time, you just make playlists for each other on Spotify.

Druig doesn't really post a lot of things on his social media, and you will post some memories. (because you guys are mysterious)

Uni came and you guys move away from each other.

You like to keep in touch with him by face timing and calling each other.

"Life is pretty hard, and it won't get easier. But I know that I got you," he waved goodbye to the phone.

If y'all like it, any interaction would be appreciated. If not, critics are open.

today is a great day to take care of yourself. 🤍

#druig x teen reader #druig imagines #eternals imagines #druig x reader #druig x you

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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Hellow! Love your drabbles 😳 I saw your reqs were open for Shouto-kun: so can I ask a Drabble in which the reader is crushing on Shoto but feels completely unworthy of him, notably because she's from a very lower condition, something people often remind her while telling how Momo and him would make the perfect couple, because they're both from higher condition.. While reader is admittedly a hard-working person but has always been bullied for her modest origins? If you feel inspired ;o thanks :3

if i was a rich girl, yeah gwen stefani said that too

pairing: shoto todoroki x reader

little bit of angst? fluff!

warnings: self issues?? curse words??? not a warning but bakugou is reader’s best friend. also memories are in italics

plot: you couldn’t help comparing yourself to yaomomo, and clearly, your classmates comments didn’t help at all

notes: aaaa tysm i can’t believe this is my first request hopefully i did justice you your amazing idea! sorry for the delay i was in my last week b4 holiday vacation, hope you enjoy!

“i’m just sayin, todoroki and momo would definitely would look as an amazing couple wouldn’t they?”

it was kaminari’s words that were the final drop that broke the glass.

no, don’t misunderstand the situation, yaoyorozu was one of the sweetest, loveliest and most intelligent girls you’ve ever met.

but also one of the richest.

see, the thing is that you were not born in a “i have it all” family type of environment. you lived well, yes. but it’s for sure that your family did struggle way too many times in their way of spending money.

that’s why when you got into UA tears couldn’t stop falling through your face, you were finally able to do something about that. you always wanted to become the greatest hero, you thought that being able to rescue people from danger was the most selfless thing to do, you were familiar with that, so ever since you were little that was your goal. and besides that, you wanted to help you family so they wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.

also because of that your friendship with uraraka was a great one. you understood what was like to face little things that the others didn’t, and you suddenly became close that you almost considered her a sister.

she was the most important friend to you, well, along with other person.

your eyes started itching, currently at the common room table where you and your friends were having dinner.

kaminari was on the sofa among with bakugou and mina, but it was easy to hear them. so that comment took everyone’s attention, even shouto’s.

“i mean you are not wrong” asido agreed, excited they finally were talking about romance in that boring school. “can you imagine how rich the todomomo’s family would be?”

“todomomo?” todoroki asked visibly confused.

“a ship name! for you and yaoyorozu!” she answered

your eyes were a little bit red now, and the knot on your throat was growing more everytime you looked over to see shouto’s expression.

uraraka noticed this, so she gently placed her hand over yours. how could she handle the situation?

“she’s so fancy!” you overheared some girls in the cafeteria drooling over the way that momo seated.

“i can’t believe this is her whole house” jirou exclaimed cheerfully when you visited her to study form an exam.

“an intelligent girl is always a classy girl” you listened kirishima while he looked stunned the way yaoyorozu handled, not only professional but also gracefully, a mistaken order at the cafeteria.

you always admired the way she was because of her origin, not in a bad way but you were obviously impressed, and if you were honest with yourself, sometimes it made you feel small.

but until now you never thought about this new insecurity, one that came up with the fact that todoroki and momo would actually look great together.

you tried to take those thoughts away, but your dear classmates were not helping at all.

the rambling of momo being a super match to shouto was getting louder and louder every second to you.

“think about it!”

“so when is the first date happening uh todoroki” kaminari still teased.

“but” midoriya interrupted “you know uhm wouldn’t it matter the way todoroki-kun actually feels about momo”

you stared at him.

but you finally had it when you spotted a slight red tint on todoroki’s face.

he was blushing.

“uh..” todoroki’s face was absolutely fuzzy. what could he say?

“i have to go” you announced way more loud than you expected, with a broken voice only two people were able to decipher.

bakugou took over a glance to you, knowing well what was going to happen next, with a tired groan he yelled. “well done idiots”

you ran out of the common room and took the elevator to go you your room.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“be careful” a voice said over your shoulder while grabbing your back before you touched the ground.

you looked above just to find a pair of beautiful heterochromatic eyes. and also a half red and half white hair type of thing. you were embarrassed that being your first day at school you were already tripping with everything. but fortunately he catched you right before something disastrous happened.

“come on, on the first day? if you have something to tell me god do it right now!” you remembered saying yo the sky. “that was weird, i’m sorry, (l/n) (y/n), sorry for bothering you but thanks for saving me” you laughed.

“do you think god would take my complaints along with yours?” he asked serious, was that his way of making a joke? “todoroki shouto” you smiled.

“DON’T GIVE UP!” you remembered yelling from the bleachers at the sports festival “YOU OWE US!”

todorki heard you from above during his fight with bakugou. he saw you there, almost crying and although he did not understand why were you so invested on it, that gave him the extra strength to stand up to bakugou at least for a little more minutes.

“did you know that seahorses once they find their mate they keep it for life?” you randomly said one day while eating lunch with him. currently doing some extra work so you could be ar least on top 10 of your class “how romantic is that, right todoroki-kun?”

he glanced at you, confused but still admiring. you knew so many things that it was actually impressive to him. he didn’t know why but that day, his heart skipped a bit.

if i was a rich girl, na na na na na na na na na na na, see i’d have all the money in the world if i was a wealthy girl.

“if i was a rich girl”, yeah gwen stefani said that too you thought.

the song may seem stupid but your current mood made you put in on speaker.

if i was a rich girl i’d sure have a chance you thought too

“so i guess i do have a crush on him huh” you admitted to yourself.

“about time you made it, idiot” you heard bakugou say “was it hard playing dumb all this time? i mean it’s in your blood”

he was standing at your door arms crossed with that awfully big brother look on his face. you rolled your eyes.

“is it hard messing around being a dickhead? i mean it’s in your blood”

“well you shouldn’t be using that language in front of your lover boy” he said.

“what the fuck are you talking about-”

your body stopped working when he pulled out todoroki out of the wall letting him come out at sight.

the icyhot boy had his hands in his pockets giving that gorgeous look. you blushed, how could he do nothing and still look good?

“why are you feeling this way?” he abruptly asked.

“todoroki-kun?...”

“i’m not dumb, whenever she’s around you act so self conscious” he began “what’s worse is that i see you working so hard everyday but you are so blind that you don’t see what i see”

if anybody could hear the conversation, they would actually say that he was being rude, but you knew him he was just expressing his feelings, weird way tho.

“is it about the money? believe me, yaoyorozu is an incredible girl but you don’t have to compare yourself because how different she is to you in terms of money” your eyes were widened.

why was he talking so much all of a sudden?

“you don’t understand todo...”

“i know what it feels to mad, and seeing you this way it just does it to me over and over again. because everyone has their own opinion on perfect, but to me, you are that definition”

your heart froze at that last thing, his expression was so serious that if you weren’t listening carefully you would have thought that he was mad at you for any other reason. but that’s why you liked him so miches, deep down you understood shouto more than anyone else”

so you didn’t know any other answer that hug him in gratitude.

he was shocked, he never received some kind of display of pure love affection before.

but something in the way you did made him feel better. almost as if your hugs were some magical potion to the answer of everything he needed.

he felt so warm with you between his arms that he didn’t mind staying like this for a couple more minutes.

“wanna go out sometime?” your typical you started coming back again.

the confident and smart girl he learned to care about.

a soft smile crossed his face.

“anytime you want”

and so you thought, you did not have anything to worry about anymore.

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Put A Ring On It

a/n: lmao tooru would actually beat your booty if you ever date kags

anon request: hii can i have a hc like the oikawa sister reader x iwa but now with kageyama?? like the reader is literally the princess of seijoh and never liked anyone until he met kags?? tysm! u make such a cute ff

requests open!!

he might not smile much but when he does, its the most beautiful smile I've ever seen

king and queen of the court??

lmao im getting chills

so since tooru went to kitagawa, it would be natural for him to want his baby sister to go there too right?

you are actually 2 years younger than tooru so that would make you about kags’ age

you are well-known throughout the school as oikawa tooru’s little sister and people also flocked to you since you got the good genes as well

but you were never interested in fear that they would take advantage of you for your brother or to just parade you as a trophy

anyways

you liked volleyball like your brother but you didnt want to play in a team so you just went to their practices to help the coaches

youve heard about this prodigy setter named kagayama tobio, who was also the grandson of a known volleyball couch

but youve only heard bad things about him

tooru lit rally comes home ranting and complaining about this new kid who is great at setting and you were just like, ‘okay and?’

‘y/n-chan! theres an outsider threatening to take your brother’s place! aren’t you worried for me?!’

‘nii-chan, its just volleyball’

‘just-just volley-! that’s it im disowning you’

while iwa just watches from the sidelines

oikawa just shouting and yelling in front of the fridge while you sit on the barstool while eating a banana, looking unbothered

keeping up with the oikawas part 2

you kinda knew him because kindaichi, who is your classmate, talked about kageyama, who was in kunimi’s class

‘tooru-nii never shuts up about him’

you complained to kindaichi one day

‘is he really that good?’

you knew the talent you brother had and the hard work he puts in volleyball as you were usually the one who woke up at night to help him with his knee pains

so you slightly understood his threatened feeling of this mysterious prodigy who just suddenly enters the team

‘he’s not terrible. maybe its because theyre the only setters in the team so oikawa-senpai is threatened about his position being taken’

‘but as long as he’s not a starting, then no foul done right?’

wrong

unfortunately, you were there to see tooru break down during practice when kageyama asked him how to serve

since you usually walked home with your brother and iwa-chan,

get yourself protective brothers

you were forced to wait until he was done with practice

captain duties and all that

and you were getting tired of just waiting in the cold so you go in the gym to tell off your nii-chan when you see him raise his hand at this tobio boy

‘iwa-chan!’

you shriek and he was able to stop tooru from hitting their underclassman

‘oi! oikawa tooru!’

kageyama looked horrified and was so scared that he dashed off

ngl, you felt bad for him and you knew that your brother was probably just overwhelmed w the incoming interhighs and he was just getting frustrated

so when iwa nodded at you that he got tooru, you went after kageyama, who was tossing the ball up in the air

he tossed it up once, expecting it to come back down but you snatched it right up

he turned to see a girl who looked exactly oikawa-san and he backed away

you saw him step back and you pouted

‘ehhh~? am i that scary to you, kage-chan?’

omg the way you even talk was like him

‘are you oikawa-senpai’s sister?’

hes heard little about you from kunimi

you nodded and gave him a smile before sticking a hand out

‘oikawa y/n, at your service’

‘ah, k-kageyama tori-bio’

you giggled at his flustered look

‘what is it? torio? tobio?’

ofc you already knew but he was so cute to tease

‘i-it’s tobio��

he was red at the embarrassment of messing up his own name but you thought he was so cute and a bean

you heard from kunimi that he wasnt very social and mostly keeps to himself or the volleyball team

‘sorry about my nii-chan, kage-chan. hes just stressed right now. dont worry, he’ll come around. i’ll make it up to you in his place, okay?’

your eyes scrunched up as you smiled to try and diffuse the situation and save your brother’s arse

he owes you

‘its okay. its also my fault for pestering him about it so i should apologize’

omg this boy is ADORABLE

DLKAFDKLJAFALSFEJISLKDJ

‘tobio-chan!’

you shrieked before hugging him and nuzzling your face into his shirt

‘youre so sweet! you dont have to do anything!’

he was actually taken aback by your expressive personality and wasnt used to being fawn upon, especially by a cute girl

he remained frozen on the spot and you worriedly let go, thinking he stopped breathing

‘tobio-chan? did you die?! tobio-chan!’

from then on, you just seemed to see him everywhere

for months you didnt even know this boy but suddenly, after the accident, you were just seeing him everywhere

from your classroom, you’d see him at the yard with kunimi and kindaichi as they toss the ball around

i will always think that this trio were initially friends at the beginning!

he seemed to be a very shy boy and was constantly trying to keep his emotions on check

but you saw the smiles whenever he thinks the two arent looking

that was probably why you absolutely had the biggest crush on this boy

but you didnt realize that you had a crush on him

you just wanted to help him come out of his shell and help him smile more bc it was so beautiful

so you cornered him by his locker one day and your cute smile made his cheeks go on fire

‘FIREEE~~~~ BULTORUNE!!’

‘tobio-chan! i want to be your friend!’

he was SHOOK

girls never really talked to him, much less his frightening captain’s cute sister

no words came from him as he just looked at you with wide eyes

‘o-oikawa-san?’

you pouted at the formal use of your name

‘haaa?! tobiio-chan! call me by some cute nickname too~!’

you crossed your arms and stomped your foot on the floor

omg no stop this at once little girl

he turned even redder and quickly stuffed his things in his bag before dashing off

‘eh?! tobio-chan!’

his days were filled with that

you were constantly yelling his nickname with a smile when you would see him and he would blush then run away

even during practice, you would basically act as their manager by giving them their towels and water

but it was obvious that you would pamper kageyama more

that irritated your brother

he dragged you home one day and was basically interrogating you

‘n/n-chan, youre not having a crush on that bastard kageyama are you?’

you glared at your brother, offended at the way he called tobio

‘don’t call him that, nii-chan! i will hit you!’

you shrieked and punched his gut

‘HES NOT GOOD FOR YOU, N/N-CHAN! HES A THIEF!’

tooru shouts and thus began the arguments between your fascination with kageyama

but you didnt care because you intend to uphold that promise and reach that goal through

all you wanted was to see tobio smile freely

one day, you were walking to school earlier than your brother when you saw kageyama at the intersection

your eyes lit up and you bounded up to him

‘tobio-chan!’

his eyes widened and he quickly turned around to walk away

ngl that hurted a bit

‘tobio-chan?’

that small voice made him stop and his head turned to look at your watering eyes

‘tobio-chan, do you not like me?’

you were so used to being liked and fawned over your entire life that the thought of somebody not liking you was so hurtful

maybe thats why you liked kageyama tobio though

he was focused on running away from you rather than going to you

for the first time, you would have to be the one who chased rather than being the one running

kags was worried bc his sister always told him to never make a girl cry and here he was, watching your eyes tear up

‘y/n-san, please dont cry’

you watched him walk to you and shakily wipe your tears away

a smile formed on your face at the touch of his fingertips and you hugged him

lmao we really bokuto 2.0

kags didnt know what to do bc if he hugged you back, that would give you a wrong impression of him wanting to be your friend

but he didnt want friends, he just wanted to play volleyball

but he smelled a faint strawberry scent from your hair and he unconsciously leans in, wrapping his arms around your body

at the feeling of him returning your affection, you giggled and tightened your arms around him while burying your face in his chest

‘do you want to be my friend now, tobio-chan?’

you were so insistent on being a friend that kageyama was touched at your efforts

he was just like

f it shes pretty and nice, its fine

he nodded

and thus began a cute friendship

well, more like a one-sided friendship since you were the more lively one than him

you would run to his classroom with kindaichi and eat with kags and kunimi

you would give him parts of your bento and you would hold his hand

thisgirl does not know personal space

one lunch period, you were all eating lunch when you were suddenly thirsty

you let go of kags and stood up, making the boys look at you

‘im thirsty so ill get something. want anything?’

they shrugged and told you to get whatever so you skipped to the vending machine

yall idontknow how to skip so i just kinda gallop

you got banana milk for you and random things for kindaichi and kunimi

but you didnt know what to get kags

you thought you would know since youve started being friends a few weeks ago but you really didnt know what drink he liked

so you chose the only blue thing they have

you went back to the classroom and gave their drinks but you sheepishly smiled when you gave kags his milk

‘i didnt really know what you liked so i got a blue carton because your eyes are blue and they reminded me of you’

kindaichi and kunimi gave you a disgusted look while kageyama blushed at the thought

this folks, is why kagellama tobiyolo is in love w that blue carton of milk

slowly but surely, kageyama has started opening up to you and you were so happy that he was starting to smile more around you

it took a few months but you were finally considered a friend

ofc tooru was deeply unhappy about this and always tried to foil plans between you and him but you were not having that

he was even harsher during practice but since youre always there, you would take a page from iwa’s book and yeet a ball to his face

‘i will hit you, nii-chan!’

it was a shock to the school that you were actually showing interest to someone since you rarely gave anybody else a second glance

and it was to this shy boy, kageyama tobio, no less!

when oikawa tooru has finally graduated, you breathed a sigh of relief

you were bumped up to best friend by kageyama and you always walked home with him

iwa-chan liked you (in a brotherly, platonic way) enough that he would even keep tooru in his house so you could hang out with kageyama longer

also, kags has finally came up with a nickname for you and has finally called you by something informal!!

imsoproudofhimohmygosh

‘n/n-chan, my mom’s cooking tonkatsu tonight. you wanna come?’

he asked you one night and you nodded eagerly, excited at the mention of your favorite food

‘yes! you dont even have to ask!’

you hummed as you skipped down the road, still holding his arm, and excited to meet his family

but to kags, this was a way more serious affair

youve never met his family before and hes worried that they might embarrass him in front of this cute girl

and he was right

when they stepped in, his sister, who was back from college, peaked and saw her little anti-social baby brother with a really really cute girl

‘mom! tobio brought a girl home!’

he shuts his eyes in frustration but you squeezed his hands

‘dont be nervous, tobio-chan. im right here, okay?’

oml he doesnt deserve you

his mom was so excited that he even had a friend and quickly finished dinner

you bowed in front of his parents and sister before introducing yourself

‘hello, my name is oikawa y/n. its really nice to meet you and thank you for inviting me to your lovely home’

‘omg oikawa-chan is so nice! dig in, everyone!’

kageyama met the eyes of his family and his heart swelled at their approval

it made him like you more

waitt, like?

like, as in, romantic?

like as in, i like you more than a best friend?

like, as in, i want to be your boyfriend?

he choked at that last thought and you hurriedly gave him his water, patting his back

‘daijobu, tobio-chan?’

no luv, life is not daijobu right now

he nodded before sighing in relief

one look at your face and all the thoughts started happening again and he turned even redder

dear god, he actually had a crush on you

nah, itll go away

right?

nope

this is a fanfiction kags, youre meant to fall in love with us

at the passing of his grandfather, tobio was an actual wreck

an emotional, mental, and physical wreck

he skipped school and constantly practiced at the backyard and refused to eat his meals, wanting to stay outside with his ball longer

at his second day of absence, you went straight to his house and when his mom opened the door, she gave you a sad smile and pointed to the back

you saw him trying to do a serve only for him to miss and hit his head before shouting curses

never have you seen him miss a serve

you studied his appearance and your hands trembled

his eyes were red with even more red around his eyes, chapped lips from the constant biting and the bruised knuckles from probably punching something

the last time you saw him was at the funeral after he asked you to go with him and you were so worried that he would turn out like this

‘tobio’

you softly called out and he paused, not moving to get the ball

he heaved a wheeze before choking out a sob

you ran straight to him and gathered him in your arms, cradling the back of his head to your shoulder

throughout your friendship, tobio has never been so affectionate

but right now, you were the only thing that made everything seem normal and he held on to you, so afraid that you might disappear too

as if knowing his concerns, you ran your hands through his hair

‘sshhh, it’s okay. im right here. im not going anywhere, tobio. im right here, okay?’

even you were hurting

everything started because you thought he was beautiful when he smiled so you made it your mission to keep that smile alive forever

but when hes sobbing and in pain, it gives more value to that smile because underneath all that, he was just a shy little boy who had a passion of volleyball

you didnt want to say anything to him but everyone knew that he wasnt exactly the same tobio

if anything, he was much harder with himself and trained even harder

he was staying later in the gym and he was starting to snap at everyone, even kindaichi and kunimi

they got into a massive fight during practice and everyone went home angry but he stayed after, putting his frustrations into doing jumping serves

you watched from the sidelines and when you saw him fall, you rushed over and gently patted his face to get rid of his sweat

‘tobio-chan, let’s go home’

he shook his head

‘no! i need to perfect this-!’

‘tobio-chan, lets go home’

your voice became stronger and firm so he hung his head low

‘you dont understand, y/n. i need to be strong and i want to be the last standing on the court’

you flashed a crooked smile

‘did you forget who my brother is, tobio-chan? i suffered through it with nii-chan so im not going through it again, especially with you. so come on, lets go home’

everyone in the school became wary of the former shy boy who seems to glare at everything and everyone

you were even told, straight to your face, that you were wasting time being his friend

‘ne, y/n-chan. kageyama-kun is so mean so you should stay away from him, okay?’

you glared at them before slamming your book close

‘say one more word and i will shove this book down your throat so youll never be able to utter a single sound ever again’

go off sister!!

you stayed with kageyama, even if he got frustrated and got angry at you, but he was your best friend and youve been friends for years

and you still want to see his smile

tooru was practicing a lot again and your sister and takeru were at tokyo for a trip so you were home alone

so you texted kageyama that you were coming over and he didnt respond which you took as a sign of agreement

so at your trek to his house, you hummed as you swung the bag full of meat buns and cartons of milk when you saw your 3 friends

you were about to shout and raise your hand when you saw kindaichi harshly push kageyama back and kunimi separating the two

‘you-!’

kunimi saw you and hissed at the two

‘stop this right now. y/n-san is over there’

you shouldve known then that everything was falling apart

at this point, you were the only one he let in as his family was too afraid to push him too far

you should be happy, right?

he was smiling around you and only you

only you were able to see such a beautiful thing

but now,

you were not happy with the way he acted towards everybody

during that iconic game in his last year of middle school, he pushed you away too

the locker room was tense and kindaichi was about to yell at him when you knocked

‘tobio-chan, can we talk?’

he wordlessly threw the towel down and hefted his bag before going outside to follow you

omg im getting flashbacks from my shirabu ff from yesterday

you grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug

youve given him many hugs before but this time, it was so strong and different than the others

his arms were around your shoulders while yours was around his torso due to your height and your head was leaning against the place where his heart would be

‘im going to seijoh, tobio-chan’

you paused, gauging his reaction

he didnt say anything, just keeping you in his arms

not iwa-level-bara arms but a healthy-muscular-arms

‘tooru-nii wants me to spend one more year with him before he goes to college and theyre saying my grades are enough to keep me there. but if you dont want me to go, i wont’

‘what? why wont you? its a good school and you deserve it’

his grumbles were still frustrated but he was rather calm whenever he talks to you

‘you wont miss me then, tobio-chan~?’

he could feel you pouting and that made him smile

‘i wont since youll come over to my house everyday’

you pulled your head away with mock surprise

‘everyday?! tobio-chan~! youll really miss me~!’

so you went your separate ways

but you spent every day of the summer together

much to oikawa’s dismay

and during your first day, he was reluctant to let you go

for 3 years you walked together at the same direction to the same place

but now, youd have to part ways at the same intersection

you softly smiled and giggled when he refused to let go of your hand

im busting uwus just writing this yall

my fingers said ‘free reign!’

‘tobio-chan~! i’m going to be late~!’

you playfully whined and gently pulled your hand from his grasp

but he didnt let go, still holding your hand while the other was in his pants pocket

‘we should skip today, n/n. we can go get meat buns and popsicles and-’

you walked back to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, chin rested on his chest so you could look up to him

‘as much as i want to, my grades and attendance need to be high, tobio-chan~’

he scoffed, ruffling your hair

‘once i become a professional player, you wont need to work. i can support us by myself’

bruh hes already thinking they would get married or something

you scrunched your nose in distate

‘i want to make something of myself. i was given a life so im going to live it’

‘but that means spending less time with me and-’

‘tobio-chan, i know what youre doing. stop stalling and let me go to school already~!’

‘no!’

he refused and caged you in his arms while you wiggled and laughed

‘ill see you later! i promise! now i need to go or nii-chan will yell at you~!’

with great reluctance, he let you go to school, pouting and everything

that cute pout he has oml

as your figure became smaller the farther you walked, you turned around and saw him still standing there and when he saw you look at him, he raised a hand

you jumped and cupped your hands around your mouth

‘MISS YOU ALREADY TOBIO-CHAN!’

i reference my previous works constantly

pedestrians looked at you weirdly and looked at kageyama too causing him to get flustered and run to school, your laughter echoing behind him

seijoh was already expecting the arrival of oikawa’s cute little sister and once you appeared, woohoooo

you got your own fanclub of ladies and genitals

they flocked over to your desk after tooru and iwa dropped you off at your classroom during lunch

‘ne, oikawa-chan, do you see anyone cute today?’

‘iwaizumi-senpai is cute, dont you think?’

‘no! yahaba-senpai is cuter!’

‘matsukawa-senpai and hanamaki-senpai are not bad’

we have matsuhana rights in this household

but you remained quiet, focusing on your phone as kageyama complained to you about some tangerine looking fool

‘oikawa-chan!’

that caught your attention and you smiled gently

‘hm?’

they giggled at your rosy cheeks

‘she has a boyfriend, probably’

you shook your head

‘no. i dont’

‘well, do you have anyone you like?’

you thought about it and shrugged

‘ive never really liked anyone before. i dont care about having a boyfriend either since my brother and tobio are enough for me’

that traveled quickly and soon, everyone was trying their best to woo the little princess oikawa

from lunch suggestions to study dates,

they all wanted to be closer to you

but you always refused,

‘tooru-nii wants me to eat lunch with him’

‘im hanging out with tobio-chan after school’

‘iwa-chan doesnt like you so no’

lmao yes

you were famous around the school for the way everyone treated you and catered to your needs to gain your favor

exactly like a princess

the princess of aoba johsai

the princess of seijoh

she ruled the court alongside the Grand King Oikawa and everyone practically worshipped them

everyone wanted them to like them, just a little bit, but you remained closed off to romantic relationships

when tobio texted you about the upcoming seijoh practice match, you were bouncing on your heels in excitement as you waited for them in the gym

kindaichi and kunimi were rolling their eyes at you

the other members of the team knew of you and were confused at your behavior

‘her boyfriend’s on the karasuno team’

‘the king of the court’

‘eh?! boyfriend?!’

‘y/n-chan, can you hand me my bottle?’

he wasnt answered as you shrieked and sprinted straight to kageyama who appeared at the door

‘tobio-chan~!’

you launched yourself and latched yourself to him, tobio immediately supporting you

‘geez, n/n, not in front of everyone’

you giggled

‘i missed you so much, tobio-chan~!’

‘then transfer over’

‘i cant do that! you know that!’

everyone was S H O O K

‘is she,,,, your girlfriend, kageyama?’

daichi and suga asked but the boy turned red before shaking his head

‘my friend’

‘ehhh?! you have friends?!’

hinata shut up i swear-

you cheered him on despite being on the other team

you got even louder when you saw your brother playing and he complained about your loyalties

‘you cheer on for your boyfriend but not your brother?! what is the meaning of this n/n-chan?!’

you rushed to give him a towel when he motioned you to do it for him like you always did

‘i want a girlfriend too’

‘we’re not dating you idiots!’

kageyama shouted from the sidelines to the orange hair kid

‘but you act like,,, that’

you smiled

maybe dating tobio wouldnt be a bad idea

i mean, hes cute, adorable, talented, funny, nice

you could deal with it

‘so youre syaing, we act like it already?’

you questioned towards the grey-haired guy who nodded

‘whaddya say, tobio-chan? should we hurry up and put a ring on it?’

he spluttered, almost choking on his water

‘r-r-RING?!’

‘well, you said youd support us in the future, right?’

‘i mean-yea-but’

‘okay then its settled’

both teams gawked at you while kageyama was too busy trying to not have a nosebleed or a heart attack by how fast his heart was beating

you turned to your brother who was looking like his entire world was crumbling

‘OI TOORU-NII! TOBIO-CHAN AND I ARE NOW DATING AND WE’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED!’

oikawa screamed

yall this is so long im--

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powerosewaterpuff · 3 years

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YO ITS ME AGAIN , so um , some fear gas content in your au please , like fear gased dick and big bro jason comfort him

i genuinely have no excuse as to why this is so late, but oh my god school has been up my ass lately and i haven’t been able to get back into the groove of writing so I took this as an opportunity to build on that a bit. so tysm for the prompt! i rlly rly appreciate it hehe and again this had no excuse to be as late as it was ngl. but again this is my robin reversal au with jason being the oldest (i cant think of a good early hero name though ugh!) and dick being younger than him so enjoy! also so dick isn’t officially robin (he only does that when jason dies), but the persona still exists and he will join on major missions but bruce still has him in training so casual patrols are a no unless they have no other option for back up yk?

tw// there’s a slight mention of needles! it’s super short but i wanna be on the safe side as well as mild mention of cuts and scratches!

it took prodding. begging. and absolutely pleading to get bruce to agree to let jason and dick patrol together on their own. dick and or robin was not a constant on patrols with jason and bruce, as bruce wanted to ensure dick was fully equppied and trained before rushing into the field. it didn’t matter how much dick whined, or complained, or did as twice as many flipping kicks in training, the answer was always a solid no unless supervised or it was necessary. so it was a massive stretch to assume that bruce would agree to let them patrol together. they were practically in shock as bruce gave a nod after a few moments of silence. he even surprised himself. maybe it was the puppy eyed stare (mostly dick), or the reassurances that alfred would be on their comms the entire time, or even the full promise by jason that everything would be alright, but something made bruce say yes. more field training would be more than beneficial for dick anyways, (and that bright smile his youngest gave him and tight squeeze of a hug from his eldest didn’t hurt either).

the only promise jason was going to be able to fulfil was that scarecrow was going to rue the fucking day he decided to rear his ugly face out of arkham. it didn’t matter that bruce was beating the living shit out of him, holding no punches. jason was still brimming with rage. he hopped rooftop to rooftop, whipping his head around wildly as he searched for a fear gassed blur of neon colours. he wished he had been fucking a nanosecond faster, to reach out and pull dick from the blast of fear gas that swam through his nose and induced him in this fucking crazed frenzy. dick had just taken off his mask, right as jason was telling him to wait before bruce gave them the signal, and now jason was scouring the streets of gotham trying to find his brother. (he was going to fucking break scarecrow’s face, if bruce hadn’t already)

jason’s life was never one attributed with luck, it seemed like every possible slot in his pile was stacked firmly against him. except for when out of the corner of his vision he saw a stumbling mesh of a yellow cape climb onto a roof to his left. jason, took this as his initiative to attempt to stealthily sneak up next to dick, using his dark costume as an advantage.

he crept gently over to the building as he saw dick stumble onto his knees and he winced a bit as blood began to trickle down dick’s leg from the gashes beginning to form. dick was looking around wildly, almost in a desperate search for something. now, jason would’ve waited. he should’ve waited. bruce has drilled into his mind that dealing with victims of fear gas had to be done as meticulously and carefully as possible. dick shouldn’t have been any different, jason was able to hold to hold himself back. or he should’ve been able to.

it wasn’t until he saw dick scream out for his mother in a guttural rasp and leap towards the railings of the rooftop, did jason feel his legs take off as he stretched out, and managed to secure an arm around dick firmly. dick screeched even louder, wailing for his mother as he dug his nails into jason’s arms. jason gritted his teeth tightly but held on, because fuck that hurt. dick struggled and pushed, stamping his foot against jason’s leg and attempting to squirm out of his hold. but jason held on.

jason began attempting to reason with dick, he leaned his head down and gently placed it against dick’s. he murmured a bunch of fucking nothing as dick sobbed his throat raw. jason leaned closer to dick’s ear as dick began to shake in fear rather than anger and shut his eyes tight.

“dick? it’s jason, it’s just me. we’re on some fucking rooftop somewhere, and you are safe. okay? i’m holding you, and you’re safe, nothing is going to happen. bruce is gonna be here soon, and everything is going to be okay. i know you’re seeing god knows what, but i’m gonna get you out of this alright? i-i promise.”

jason couldn’t say he wasn’t dumbfounded when dick stopped angrily squirming around and began pressing his face into jason’s chest, with fat tears streaming down his face as he let out a wet sob. jason hesitantly wrapped his slightly bleeding arms around dick even tighter, curling up around him as he tried to push out the sound of dick’s sobs. he was never exactly good at dealing with dicks tears, he hated them so fucking much.

it didn’t take long for batman to arrive on the scene, but it was a scene he didn’t exactly like. his oldest son was cradling his youngest son as he heaved and sobbed. bruce silently stalked over, tapping jason on the shoulder as he waved his hands quietly, indicating that he could take dick off of his hands. jason was, not surprisingly, hesitant. (that untrustful hesitance was something, no matter how far jason did with his recovery, would always exist. that need to protect himself, or anyone he could care about no matter who it was against. that deeply rooted and innate need for self preservation, it marred jason’s soul with broad brush strokes. fading, but never leaving. )

jason almost shook himself into realization, realizing it was batman who was standing in front of him, and not someone of possible harm. he slowly unfurled his arms around dick, but was once again left dumbfounded when dick gripped onto the back of his uniform even tighter. the once muffled sobs got louder as dick desperately tried to hold onto jason. jason felt bruce’s stare, fucking digging into him, but he found himself not caring as he quickly curled back around dick. rocking back and forth, not bothering with the useless platitudes but keeping a firm lock on the back of dick’s neck and his waist. he peered up at batman and caught his gaze, and with a hushed agreement, they nodded at each other.

jason looped his arms around dick’s legs, his face twisting into a deeply set frown as dick’s sobs began morphing into hacking coughs, harsh and volatile. he managed to get himself standing upright as he pressed a kiss onto dick’s tear stained check, whilst still rubbing his back. the pain of others always had physically manifestions on jason. he fucking hated it. his mother would be splayed out on the couch, muttering incoherent fucking nonsense and jason would feel bile sting at the back of his throat, almost tempting him to kneel over and lurch as his body shook violently. and now, hearing dick’s fragmented breaths and shaky sobs, he felt like doing just that.

it had taken an effort, to get jason and dick safely off of the roof, and at the end bruce opted into scooping jason up who had dick clinging onto him like a koala, and simply carrying them both into the batmobile. alfred has already been long informed of the situation and had been able to promptly prepare an antidote that would be ready for their arrival. that did not mean, of course, that dick was compliant in taking the antidote. it took shushing and holding and soft whispers to get him to stop squirming enough for the needle to safely prick through his skin. alfred had opted to use little superman stickers afterwards, they were always dick’s favourite.

it had taken a while for dick to become conscious again, as alfred had added just a touch of sedatives to the antidote. just to help dick relax. when he did wake up, the world around him looking slightly fuzzy around the corners, he found himself encased in two sets of arms. was he in bruce’s bed? dick attempted to sit up but was met with a hand in his face pushing him back down, he turned his head to the side to be met with hazy lime green eyes and a lazy smile.

“dickie, sleep. now. you’ll wake up bruce— dont look at me like that he’s a light sleeper and you fucking know it. now go back to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“I just woke up though, why am I going back to slee-.”

“sh. your voice is too loud this early in the morning.”

“you’re so annoyin—and get your hand off of me!”

“make me—slapping my hand isn’t doing anything, bud.”

“shut up. i didn’t ask.”

“you’re still not making me”

“i’ll kick you.”

“do it. c’mon. do it right now.”

“fine—stop pinching my cheeks, jay! ow, ow, ow.”

“stop kicking me, then i’ll stop pinching.”

“that’s not fair! who made you the king of rules, assh-.”

“boys.”

“sorry bruce.”

“i’m sorry, B.”

“i’ll whoop your ass tomorrow.”

“I’d like to see you try, you old sack of bones.”

and with a roll of the eyes, a feathery soft kiss was pressed into dick’s forehead. a soft smile curled at dicks lips afterwards, a warm fire nestling in his heart drove the lingering hazy darkness away. dick nuzzled closer into the bed sheets as the two sets of arms encasing him only held on tighter. all curled under the fluffy bedsheets as the morning sun began to rise on the horizon, seeping through the cracks of the dark curtains as a kaleidoscope of colours painted the early morning sky.

fin.

i rlly should’ve made this longer with a little more detail but i haven’t gotten back into the groove of creative writing yet so take this with a grain of salt lmao. but anywho tysm for reading and tysm for the prompt! again i rlly wanna get back into creative writing so hopefully i’ll written sm shit? hopefully? maybe? idk? but again tysm for reading and i am so so sorry for how long this took :]!!

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landgraabbed · 3 years

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20 to 23 for the storytelling asks! [also whoops i hit unfollow by accident when trying to get the ask thing up ): ]

omfg tysm and that's so okay!! tunglr please sdjfdjsfd

20. choose your favourite shot from your story so far

mmmm, here’s a handful (literally, there’s a lot of hands): x, x, x, x, x

21. choose your least favourite shot so far

not to get too nasty at myself on main but... there’s a lot of them lmao, probably more than shots i really like. these are mostly from the earlier times in my very crappy old laptop! let me get you some picks to walk down cringe lane w/ me:

this, and many other shots with horrible lighting (x)

this, and others with just terrible backgrounds

this, and shots with bad composition/lighting/posing that wouldn’t be my first choice but ended up posting (x, x, x)

22. choose a favourite character from your story so far

i can’t choose between jessamine and malcolm. the kids, too, but it’s unfair to put calla and yarrow here who so far have only been shown as toddlers with no actual character building to speak of.

jessamine. well, she’s the main character. i love that she’s grown up. she went from an angry, desperately sad, painfully lonely, bitter teenager with no self-worth to speak of to this woman who’s learned so much, dealt with some inner demons, and keeps on growing and self-improving.

malcolm. he’s very dear to me. the way i write him he is a mirror of all that happened in his family. he only ever wanted to make The One Person happy. first, it was his mother, whose attention he craved. his brother left, he got that, and though he was briefly happy because his mother was giving him attention, he lost his brother, his long-term plans, his father. then he finds victor feng (a father figure) and, well, victor’s plans had no room for malcolm regardless of how he cared about him. then it’s jessamine, who he managed to manipulate into causing the death of his mentor. and that was the tipping point. he’s learning how to be better without carrying over his familiar trauma.

23. choose your least favourite character so far

oh boy, there’s a lot of stinkers. i’ll stick to one that’s shown up already: robert “robbie” lilywhite. he... makes me feel weird. it’s the fact that he barged into jessamine’s life the way he did, implied that her marriage was a façade, still thought that she owed him her time of the day, and the fact that he did all of this when he knows that she doesn’t want him in her life for her own good (most of her personal issues growing up are related to robert and what he symbolizes).

read the room robert!

#p #replies #amelettes #OMFG this got so long i'm so sorry #psc: extras #tag stuff

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consumedkings-archive · 4 years

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ancient names, pt. xiii

A John Seed/Original Female Character Fanfic

Ancient Names, pt xiii: that unwanted animal

Masterlink Post

Word Count: ~7.7k

Rating: M for now, rating will change in later chapters as things develop. It’s CLOSE y’all, CLOSE, but not yet.

Warnings: some steaminess--nothing VERY explicit, but it begins, a little--and might be considered "dubious" if you squint your eyes (but it isn't). Gore, character death, just general Pain and Suffering occurs pretty much nonstop. Par for the course at this point.

Notes: Okay so truth time, I actually wrote this entire chapter like a fucking maniac in a single day--the day after I put out chapter 12, in fact--and so I had like, a bit of a crisis where I thought it might actually be garbage because that's insane. So I sat on it for a few days and had three pairs of eyeballs on it and HERE IT IS. I hope you all enjoy.

Thank you to @baeogorath & @lilwritingraven for putting your eyeballs on this and making sure I wasn't writing, like, a crack fic come chapter 13 (it WAS debatable for a moment)!!! And of course thank you to @starcrier, my lover my life my shawty my wife; thank you for enabling me always to write the most self-indulgent things and then polish them up to be actually GOOD.

And thank YOU, of course; every kudos/comment is like the highlight of my day every single time so tysm!

“She was going to try and kill me.”

It was a problem, John thought—Elliot’s pure and unabridged fury in that moment almost got her killed. She would have gone down swinging, to be sure, but she would have gone down, eventually. A problem, sure, but one that had been mitigated. He’d handled it. Just like he’d handled everything else.

He said, “But she didn’t. Besides, are you really afraid of what she would have done? She’s barely half your size.”

“It’s not about what she’s capable of, little brother,” Jacob bit out, “it’s about the fact that she’s your responsibility to control and you seem wholly incapable—”

“—a process , Jacob, you can’t just slap a saddle on a pony and expect it to ride—”

“—wouldn’t have happened if I was in charge of her—”

“What’s important now,” Joseph interrupted, pausing a moment to wait and make sure neither John nor Jacob was going to talk over him, “is that Deputy Hudson is missing.”

Yes, that was the biggest problem now—sans the mere existence of the Family. As they sat in the chapel, Joseph pacing to the front absently as he mulled over the day’s events and Jacob refusing to sit but rather looming in the corner of John’s vision, he thought there was a chance that they’d say it was a waste of time to find her.

“I think,” Joseph continued, “we could allocate a small number of men—”

“Stop.” Jacob’s voice was hard. “We’re not wasting resources to find Hudson. We should be using resources to find Burke, because if he made it out he’ll have the government coming down on us any minute. Hudson is nothing.”

For a second, his two older brothers stared at each other; Jacob, steely and sharp, and Joseph, eerie in his stillness. They stayed silent for the entire duration, which was probably only a few seconds but in fact felt like an eternity , before Joseph spoke.

“We will allocate a small number of men,” he said, carefully and purposefully articulating each consonant in every word of the sentence which had shifted from a could to a will, “to scout the area. We need information on where the cult is moving. If we happen to find Hudson in the meantime, then we’ll have done the deputy a favor.”

There was another long pause. Then: “ Fine.”

John came to a stand. It was decided, which meant that he wasn’t about to look a gift-horse in the mouth, despite how uncomfortable it made him to have Jacob and Joseph in their weird little stand-off right in front of him. It was impossible, always, to tell which one was going to come out the winner, even though the end result always seemed to swing in Joseph’s favor—and that was just the way it tended to be, with them. Jacob was always the most resilient of them, but he had never been able to outlast Joseph.

“Jacob, you’ll pick the men to go,” Joseph continued amicably, and then as though to give his brother a tiny slip of victory he added, “as I trust your judgment.”

Jacob didn’t seem very pleased. “Fine,” he said again, turning and heading for the door. “But I’m not taking John’s wild animal.”

“Of course.”

That won’t bode well, John thought absently, but there wasn’t a lot of time to dwell on it. He hadn’t promised Elliot Eden’s Gate would look for Joey, so already he figured this would be considered above-and-beyond. And when they inevitably found Joey—because there was no way they wouldn’t—Elliot would remember that Eden’s Gate did this for her. That he did this for her.

“John,” Joseph began quietly, when Jacob had closed the door behind him and gone outside, “I’m trusting you.”

John turned his gaze to his brother. The words felt... Different. Off. He opened his mouth, hesitated, and then said, “What do you mean?”

Joseph was pensive as he watched the murky dusk light filter through the cross at the head of the church. “It can be easy to lose your way,” he replied, no hint of hostility or frustration in the timbre of his voice. “To get distracted. Lured off the path. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

John’s throat felt tight. “It won’t.”

“Are you positive?” Joseph finally tilted his head, casting a glance at John over his shoulder, a look that didn’t quite lock their gazes but that John felt seen all the same. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he answered, “I’m—of course I’m sure. You’re my family. I’d—”

You don’t owe him your blood and guts all the time.

“I’d do anything for you,” he finished, Elliot’s voice ringing in his head despite his better attempts to stuff down somewhere else. “You, and Jacob, and Faith.”

The older man nodded after a moment, apparently satisfied with this answer. “Then I don’t have anything to worry about.” He took in a small breath, as though to compose himself, and then turned around to face John completely, one hand gripping his shoulder with a firm squeeze. “You’ll tell me if you run into trouble?”

He regarded his brother with a beat of silence. Then I don’t have anything to worry about, Joseph had said. What had he been worried about? John? Or Elliot? And if it was the latter—what for? What for? His that voice demanded again. He was going to let her die. He was going to let Jacob shoot straight through her. What for?

John said, “Of course.”

Joseph nodded again, releasing John from his grip. He departed back to the head of the chapel, flipping open the worn, white leather book, reading quietly.

A lingering uncertainty kept his feet rooted to their spot. He wanted to ask what it was he and Elliot had been talking about the day before, when she’d come sprinting around the corner with Joseph lingering behind, eyes fixed on them. But each time he opened his mouth, jealousy wound its way thick and wretched up his throat and clamped his jaw shut.

Do you want to know? it said. Do you want to know what he was doing?

Joseph glanced up, his gaze inquisitive. “That’ll be all, John.”

“Right,” John said, and finally his body complied, carrying him down the aisle and to the doors that led out of the church.

No, he thought. I don’t.

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The cruelest thing, she thought, was that the world seemed to carry on just fine—as though nothing had happened, as though her body was not plagued with panic in that very moment and had been every moment since realizing that Joey was missing. The sun still made its descent behind the distance mountains a leisurely one, giving the Autumn evening a brisk, energized feeling, but though it was her favorite season and the exact kind of weather she liked, there was nothing that felt good.

Boomer had come back from when she’d let him out and searched the bunkhouse up and down for Joey. When he couldn’t find her, he paced and whined; his gaze turned to Elliot, inquisitive, and then he’d begin his search all over again, until she couldn’t take it anymore and she took him out of the bunkhouse.

She didn’t know what was worse—staring at the empty bunkhouse or watching Boomer search for Joey over and over again.

Elliot had been sitting outside of the bunkhouse—well, sitting and then standing and then pacing and then smoking and then sitting again —by the time John had come out of the chapel and told her they’d be sending out a search party to check on the whereabouts of the Family—and to see if they had Joey or not.

“Just the one?” Elliot asked.

“The one,” John confirmed. She sucked in a sharp breath. A headache was resting just behind her eyes, stuffed-up from the ever-present verge of tears she sat on, a feverish heat humming around idly in her skeleton.

“Fucking unbelievable,” she said at last. “I’m going to go find her myself.”

She took a few steps around John, but before she got very far she felt his hand catch at her elbow. He said, “Now, just wait a second, deputy, and listen—”

“No, you listen here John Seed,” Elliot bit out, her head snapping around to look at him, meeting his gaze. “I’ll fucking die before I leave finding Joey in the hands of your little cockroaches. Especially a tiny handful of them that probably won’t try very hard—”

“If we tell them to, they will—”

“—and I especially ,” she ground out over his interjection, “wouldn’t trust a search party issued by Joseph Seed farther than I can throw them. So I’m going to go out and look for Joey on my own, and if you want to try and stop me, then—”

She stopped herself. Then? A voice inside of her prompted, inquisitively. John stared at her, waiting for whatever blow was going to come next, tension radiating through his very posture.

“Then you’re exactly who I thought you were,” she managed out at last, pulling her arm out of his grip, “and fuck you.”

“And you’re just going to go traipsing through the woods, in the dark, unarmed, looking for her?” John snipped. “I’m sure that’ll be super helpful to Hudson.”

“I’m not going unarmed,” Elliot replied briskly, “because you’re going to give me a gun.”

“Pardon?” John’s eyebrows arched up, and she didn’t want to lose her nerve but the sheer indignation in his voice almost had her second-guessing her less-than-concrete assertion. “You just about tried to sink your teeth into Jacob for something that was completely unfounded, and you want me to arm you?”

“If you have to worry about me killing Jacob without a gun, then whether I have one or not doesn’t make a difference.”

“That is absolutely not how that works.”

“John,” Elliot said, steeling her voice in a last-ditch effort, “you promised.”

He took in a sharp breath, glancing around the main yard of the compound for a moment, like maybe he didn’t want to look at her right then and there—the man who couldn’t stop looking at her, trying to make her squirm. The irony of it wasn’t lost on her, but she tried to push that down for another time, another place.

“Fine,” John said at last, “but I’m coming with you, and we’re only firing on the Family, not on Jacob.”

A little flood of relief rushed through her system. She swallowed and nodded. “Deal,” she replied. She hesitated for a moment—her body had leaned, as though after their little moment in the bar her body now tilted to kiss him on instinct—before clearing her throat and averting her eyes. “I’ll meet you at the gate, then.”

He eyed her warily. “Okay. Ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes.”

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John was right. It was unhelpful.

The turning of the season meant that the sun drifted low behind the mountains much earlier. Though Elliot knew it couldn’t have been much later than six, it was nearly dark by the time they got out into the thick of the woods; the birds had stopped their singing, and the woods had fallen asleep, leaving them painfully, dreadfully alone .

John had reluctantly put a shotgun in her hands on their way out and said, “Keep that trigger finger under control,” before heading out with her. She didn’t want to say it out loud, but it felt good—the weight of the gun in her hands felt good , familiar and hefty and she knew the second she fired it she’d feel that slick, red-hot rush of adrenaline.

And she didn’t say that to John, because she didn’t need him trying to confiscate it.

Boomer paved the way ahead of them, darting and ducking through the underbrush with his nose to the ground. He was a smart boy; the second she’d held Joey’s water bottle up for him and said, “Find”, he’d set off with a newfound purpose, always looking for a job to do or a task to accomplish.

Her breath puffed out in a milky-white cloud. While silence reigned, the cogs of her mind churned, leaping frantically from one thing to the next. Jacob, goading her into trying to kill him; Joey, telling her she didn’t have to go it alone all the time; John, hands on her face as he kissed her like he was desperate for her. The last twenty-four hours were beginning to blur together until it became some kind of fucked-up Picasso painting, one where she couldn’t tell one moment from the next—the only thing keeping her headache and the last dredges of her pneumonia under control being the tylenol she popped the second the suggested time period had passed.

“—you doing?”

Elliot’s eyes flickered and she turned her gaze to John. “What?”

“Yesterday,” he reiterated, “when you asked me to take you to Fall’s End. What were you doing?”

She turned her gaze forward again, spotting Boomer worming his way through the brush. “What do you mean?”

“You were panicking,” John elaborated, his tone implying that there wasn’t any humor left in him. “And it looked like Joseph was—”

“I wasn’t doing anything ,” Elliot interrupted. “Your brother tried his psycho bullshit on me and I exited the conversation. That’s it.”

John was quiet again, just for a moment, before he started, “Elliot—”

“I’m going to need you to shut up,” she bit out.

“Don’t you get tired of doing this?” he demanded. “What are you running from all the time, anyway?”

“You,” she snapped, “and your stupid family, always trying to dig into me—”

“Me,” John repeated flatly, “or all of your problems?”

Indignation, and anger , red-hot and unruly, spiked straight to her brain. Yes yes yes, her mind chanted, fight us, push us, give us something to sink our teeth into.

But then Boomer was barking, and then he was growling, the thick, hearty kind of snarl that came from deep in the cavity of his chest. Elliot shut her mouth with a determined click of her teeth and set off to follow the sound of his barking.

“Elliot—” John started, but she lifted her hand to signal for silence, and he blissfully shut up. As she dug through the woods lining the compound to follow Boomer’s alerting, dread started to coil in her stomach; there were no voices to match his signaling. Nobody yelling, nobody talking to him. The idea that he’d found something, but that the something was incapable of speaking, made her stomach lurch and twist.

She found him just at the edge of the woods, hackles raised fully along his spine. At first, she couldn’t see what he was barking at—in the dark, she only saw the looming shape of a boulder and the ground scattered with pine-needles around it—and then she saw it.

Blood.

The ground was damp with it, a large dark circle, and on top of it crushed lily blossoms littered the ground. The sickening smell of hot copper mixing with the sickly-sweetness of the blossoms shot nausea straight up into her throat. Funeral flowers, she thought through the haze of sickness washing over her. Restored innocence, after death.

And then, in the center of the blossoms, a head.

Not Joey’s head, she realized after a second of brutal panic shot through her. Someone else. Blonde hair, matted with blood, the skull slumping to the side like it was uneven in the back, white lily blossoms stuffed into her mouth, two perfectly preserved blooms flowering out of her eye sockets. It was Ase.

Do you see?

“Boomer,” she managed out unsteadily, reaching for him as she stifled the urge to gag. He darted over to her, nosing her hand with a cold, wet nose and whining softly just as John had caught up.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, lifting his arm to cover his nose, flashlight landing first on the crimson-stained ground and blossoms and then straight up to the boulder nearby. On it, scrawled in what she thought could only be blood, were the words WRATH, DO YOU STILL WANT TO BLOOM IN ME?

“What the fuck,” Elliot said, feeling her body hunch and try to puke up the bile rolling around in her stomach. “ Who —”

John’s mouth twisted in a grimace. “I have an idea. But that’s—”

Elliot turned away from the gruesome sight, and at last she couldn’t hold it back anymore; the image of the decapitated head, stuffed with flowers, was burned into her memory so that even when she closed her eyes, she saw it. Her hand hit the trunk of a tree for support in keeping herself up as she vomited, the wretched sound of it only inspiring further sickness in her.

Ase’s fingers laced with hers, eyes glassy, blood and gore spilled across her face. “Do you see?”

“Fuck,” John said, disgust welling in his voice. “We have to get back, El.”

“He’s going to kill her,” she managed out between heaving breaths, the sour taste of bile still in her mouth. “Fuck, he’s going to kill her, John, I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have ever—”

“Let’s go.” John reached out, hand planted between her shoulder blades. “We’ll get back and tell the others. Now we know who has her.”

She nodded weakly, pulling herself up straight and swallowing back the urge to be sick again. Worse than the blood, worse than the flowers, worse than the writing—Kian, or whichever one of them had done this, had just left her. Her head, left here, alone. It wrenched her heart, somewhere deep inside of her, because in her last moments of life, Ase had reached for her.

And now she was here. Left behind. Forgotten. Serving one last purpose, even after death.

Elliot couldn’t have recalled even half of the walk back to the compound if someone asked her. Not that anything happened—John didn’t push for conversation, but seemed more preoccupied with whatever was going on in his own mind, his brows furrowed and his eyes fixed ahead of them.

By the time they got back, darkness had completely fallen; a blanket of stars stretched out above them, only a little drowned out by the lights of the compound, and a more bitter chill had settled around them. Sometime on the trip back, Elliot had gripped John’s hand, afraid that if she didn’t he’d carry on without her when she would inevitably be unable to continue.

I’m so sorry, Joey. I’m so sorry.

She stood numbly while John said something to Joseph. Though her eyes drifted aimlessly around the compound, she felt Joseph’s eyes—lingering on her, and then John, and then their hands, loosely clasped. Elliot was sure that he was delighted by this; but though his eyes kept drifting back, he said nothing about it.

The two men spoke in low, urgent tones, and though she could have listened if she wanted, there was so little will left in her to exert the effort; it would just be a replay of the gruesome scene they’d found, anyway.

“They’re at least an hour out,” Joseph said, his voice cutting through the thrumming wobble of bass ricocheting around in her head. “They weren’t able to find them, but if they left that and it was fresh, they have to be somewhere close by. We’ll have to regroup when Jacob gets back.”

“We have to go now.” A strange kind of sensory experience washed over her as she spoke—she had become an audience member to her own body, the shotgun sitting limp and useless in her hand, the other slipping out of John’s grip. “They’re going to kill her if we don’t get her back now.”

“I’m afraid that just isn’t an option,” Joseph replied. The cloying patience in his voice made her stomach churn. “I’ve sent other members out to gather supplies, and I just can’t spare the manpower. You’d be going on your own.”

“Fine,” Elliot replied, pulling her hand out of John’s and heading toward the bunkhouse, Boomer trailing at her heels. “What’s fucking new.”

“Elliot—”

She might have tried to hear what it was Joseph and John said to each other, but she was too busy walking herself into the bunkhouse that had become her temporary base of operations. The shotgun deposited onto the bed and Boomer sitting patiently by the door, whining softly on occasion, she shuffled around in her bag before she found the carton of cigarettes. As she pulled one out, hands trembling, she tried again, and again, and again to flick the lighter on, each time a more colossal failure than the last.

I never doubted you’d be able to get me out.

Her lip wobbled against her better judgment. Discarding the cigarettes onto the bed as well after a number of failed attempts, she walked into the bathroom and rinsed her mouth, and then her face, sitting like that for a minute—bent over the sink, wet hands pressed to her face, anxiety and adrenaline battling for control over her mind.

When Elliot lifted her head, the face that stared back at her in the mirror felt like a stranger. It was her , undeniably; the logical part of her brain recognized each dip and curve of her face, the blue eyes and the panic-flushed cheeks. But the part of her brain that ruled more dominant—the one driven by emotion—thought, who is that? That’s not us. Not us, no. Too cold, too mean. Not us.

The door outside the bathroom clicked open and then shut. Boomer growled, low, but then John said something to him that she couldn’t make out and he seemed to be appeased. Funny, that he could do that now. She dried her face and hands off and stepped out of the bathroom.

“I’m going,” she said, “and I really don’t want to argue with you—”

“Then don’t,” John replied. “Don’t argue with me. You’re in no state to go and get her, El.”

“I—” Her voice faltered, and she tried to summon up the agony and the anger in her, but it was nowhere to be found. Squashed, dulled, emptied out of her. That was all she felt, now. Empty. “I can’t leave her. She’s—she’ll be waiting for me, I can’t.” She stepped around him when Boomer whined at the door again, opening it for the Heeler and letting him dart out.

“You won’t be any use,” he said from behind her. “Kian will crush you with one hand and her with the other.”

Elliot didn’t answer. Instead, she tossed the hand-towel off to the side and passed a hand over her face, closing her eyes.

John was right, and she didn’t want to say, so she wouldn’t say anything at all.

“Elliot.” His voice was soft, and closer now, and she saw his hand come up in her peripheral; he guided her to turn around and face him. “You know I’m right.”

Before his fingers could reach for her jaw, she caught his wrist.

“Don’t,” she said, steeling her voice, “okay? Don’t. I’ll wait until your stupid search party gets back, but—”

“Then you can be in charge,” John finished. His wrist twisted in her grip until he had her hand in his, bringing it up to the junction between his neck and shoulder where she could feel the steady rhythm of his pulse, and this close she could smell that fucking cologne, and the woods, and he was so close—when had he gotten so close?—and she knew what he was doing. “An hour, hour and a half tops. Kian probably wants to hold onto her and make a big show of it.” He paused, and then added, “I told you I’d help you find her, didn’t I?”

Her throat felt tight. “So help me,” she managed out.

“I’m trying,” he murmured, and their noses brushed, and she thought don’t fucking do it, don’t do it. “You have to let me.”

Elliot felt her brows pull together, knitting in frustration and anxiety, and she said, “I can’t,” her voice breaking just a little on those two words. “I can’t, I don’t—know how—”

He gripped her, like an animal he was getting ready to spear, just before his mouth met hers; it was not a gentle kiss, this time, no tentative breaths lingering between them in uncertainty. It was a punishing kind of kiss, the sort that stung when his teeth dragged against her lower lip and her nails dug into the warm skin of his shoulder.

Oh, something in her said, when John crowded up against her, warm and firm, one hand finding her hip and the other boxing her in against the door. Oh, is this what we needed? Is this what we wanted?

The bite of it grounded her, dragged her back to the sting of reality, back from wherever she had been sitting and watching her life unfold like a horrific play.

“John,” she said, his name coming out of her breathless and a little wrecked, but nothing followed. She didn’t know what she was trying to say. Please, her mouth wanted to say, but her mind said we can’t, we shouldn’t, we won’t. Scarier still was the knowledge that where she had been splitting, the part of her that had been driven through and cracked open, John had pulled her back together, even for just a little bit. Even for just a moment.

“You just have to tell me.” John’s voice was a dark, rich rumble, the sound of it shooting straight through her and pooling an unfamiliar but not unwelcome heat just at the base of her spine. Anticipation prickled along the back of her neck; his fingers at her hip slid just under the hem of her sweater, tracing the scars she knew were there. “Just tell me what you need, El, I’ll give it to you.”

“I—” She felt her gaze flicker, her breath hitching at the feeling of his fingers. He was grounding her back to reality, but he was picking her apart, too—just a different part of her, the part of her that he wanted. An even exchange. She exhaled sharply, and the noise caught somewhere in her throat and came out a whimper , fluid and filled with a strange, broken kind of want that flooded her with embarrassment.

But if John noticed her humiliation, it didn’t matter—he made a low, hungry noise against her mouth, his hand skimming along to her back to pull her closer to him. “Anything,” he said. “I’ll give you anything, you just have to tell me what you need and I will.”

The dark, lurid promise of it flickered through her brain. John—handsome, wicked John—dragging his mouth along her neck; John, hands deftly undoing her jeans and moaning against her skin; John, anything you want, Elliot, just ask, sliding down to his knees between her legs to give her the real grounding she wanted—

As though he knew exactly what she was thinking, John’s mouth drifted from hers; she felt the prickle of his beard against her neck, the tiny, tiny sting of his teeth against her pulsepoint, and she moaned, the sound as involuntary as it was jarring.

John’s own noise mimicked her own. She felt his hand drop from the door to her hip, gripping—like he wanted more, wanted her , but it felt like he was pacing himself. His voice, dark and low and oh so good rumbled against the skin of her neck when he said, “So pretty—you sound so pretty, El—”

Too much, her alarm system was screaming, it’s too much, too much, what do we do? Turn it off, pull the sprinklers, out out out.

But she couldn’t. Her hand slid from his shoulder down to his chest, curling into the fabric there, her body twisting traitorously to get closer to his as something wretched inside of her said, We could just forget, for a little, wouldn’t that be nice? And it would—it would be nice, she knew, to forget about all the gore, to forget about the panic, to let slip a few threads of control and indulge in something wicked and terrifying, like the way John said, “ Fuck, I want you,” so covetously it made her chest ache.

“Can’t think,” she managed out, squirming in his grip as panic wound its way through her, mixing in a toxic cocktail with what she knew was arousal sitting in her stomach. “I can’t think, n-need air, John—”

Her hand left his shoulder and fumbled at the doorknob. John pulled back, just a little, and then stilled her shaking hand over the doorknob. His gaze was dark, the black blown wide with want, but he turned the knob on the door anyway and dropped his hand from her back as it swung open.

The cold, chilly air of the evening brutalized her senses. She took two steps away from the brunette behind her, swallowing thickly until she could actually feel her heartbeat again—fast, but tangible. Her eyes fluttered shut, but treacherously her brain went sprinting—sprinting to John pressed up against her, the gentle, dull ache where his teeth had dug into her lip, the tingle where his fingers had brushed her skin.

It was a few seconds before John said, “You should try and get some rest before they get back,” as he stepped around her. She opened her eyes to look at him; he seemed perfectly composed, as though nothing had just happened, if not for the way his eyes settled heavy on her, if not for the way that she knew he sounded when he wanted her.

She didn’t know what to say. Desperate for something, anything to keep her mind busy and away from the task at hand, she wanted to say, kiss me again, please, but now it felt more traitorous than ever. Once in the heat of the moment was one thing, but to ask for it?

So she said, “Okay.”

John’s eyes swept over her, slow and leisurely. “If you need me,” he continued, “come find me.”

Blood rushed to her face. Fuck fuck fuck, so fucking bad, this is so fucking bad. She opened her mouth to say, I won’t, but before she could muster the words out of her mouth John turned and walked away, heading to the church and leaving her alone.

Alone with that strange, hungry animal inside of her.

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John could not stop thinking about her.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she tasted when she said his name against his mouth, or the way she squirmed and whimpered the second his fingers brushed bare skin. Fuck, he wanted to know what her scars were from—wanted to run his mouth along each one until he could dip lower, drag his teeth against the soft skin and make her say his name in a different way.

So close, he thought idly, the sounds she made replaying themselves in his head. I was so close, I almost had her, she was almost mine.

It would be bad to push—he needed to exercise patience. Her friend was missing, after all. The next time he got so close, he wanted her to ask for it; he wanted her to say please, John, the way that had become so easy for her to say as of late, but more. He wanted her to twist her fingers in his hair and beg him to put his mouth on her. And he would, if she did. He’d do anything she asked, if she just made that noise again.

I want I want I want, something in him chanted, hungry, demanding. I want her, she’s mine, all mine, nobody else’s.

An hour passed. He stepped out of the church and made his way across the yard, feeling more composed than before; he would be fine to wait, he thought. It would make it all the sweeter when she came around.

John knocked on the door to the bunkhouse and waited a few seconds before stepping inside. Elliot stirred on one of the beds, sitting up a little; her face was warm from sleep and whatever panic had been rushing through her before seemed mostly abated.

“Are they back?” she asked, kicking her legs out from under the blanket.

“Not yet,” John replied, pausing. “How are you feeling?”

Elliot eyed him with a sort of wanting wariness; as though she wasn’t going to allow herself to fall victim again, even though she wanted to. It was more than she’d given him, anyway. “Fine,” she answered briskly.

“Just fine?” John prompted.

“Just fine.”

Another silence stretched between them. John said, “Elliot, I meant it when I said—”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Elliot interrupted. “There’s—it’s—”

“It’s?” John waited, again, while she worked the words around in her head.

“I don’t—know,” she managed out at last. “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” he said idly, taking a few steps over to her. “If you don’t want it to be.”

“You said it yourself,” Elliot pointed out, “you would do anything for them. Right?”

He paused, watching her. “Yes.”

“Even,” Elliot continued, “try and—with me—”

John blinked. “Pardon?”

“Try and fuck me,” the blonde bit out, “so that I’ll—so that I won’t try and put them away. So I won’t try and kill Joseph. So I’ll—”

She cut herself off, then, stopping. John thought, She really doesn’t stop, does she? That brain of hers just won’t stop turning. Because, perhaps, those moments that she had seen John straining for Joseph’s effort like she said—those moments that had been spent with Joseph saying things like, I think you’re doing great with the deputy, or I don’t have anything to worry about, then, made his fingers itch. Something in him was hurtling, careening to make Elliot his in every way. Before anyone else.

“Elliot,” he said curtly, boxing those thoughts away to keep his composure, “please do not condescend to me about the draconian machinations you think are behind the fact that I want to fuck you.”

She sucked in a sharp little breath, like she was doing her best to control her temper about what he’d just said. He saw her fingers curling absently into the sheet, and then loosening and curling again. Her lashes fluttered, and she parted her lips to say something, but nothing came out; when she turned her face away from him, he could see the beginnings of a bruise blooming where his teeth had met her skin.

John narrowed his eyes. “If you can tell me that—”

But he was interrupted by the sound of shouting outside, the rattle of a truck’s engine coming to a slow and then shutting off. Elliot’s gaze flickered from his to the door and she reached for her boots. “Is that them?”

Fuck, John thought. Deal with the matter at hand, and then finish this. Patience was a virtue, as Joseph would say. “I’ll check.”

He turned, opening the door to see Jacob pulling the truck around. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes since he had walked into the bunkhouse. Elliot would want to get out and find Joey as soon as possible, and then —

Joseph was already outside, and when John stepped out into the yard, his brother said, “John—” and his voice plunged over the proverbial cliff; when their eyes met, Joseph’s feet carried him forward, an eerie and unsettling urgency to his tone.

John hesitated in his movements as anxiety settled in the pit of his stomach. The last thing that he wanted was to see the thing that made Joseph say his name that way , whatever it was—whatever monster had crawled out from under the bed.

But it was too late. Against his better judgment, and against his personal wishes, his eyes strayed innately, searching searching searching for the source of duress so that he could eliminate it, until finally he found it, planted right in the middle of the compound: Joey Hudson.

Joey Hudson sat up cross-legged, her jaw broken in her skin and hung slack like a horror monster, her dark eyes glazed over and empty. From her mouth spilled the most brilliant bouquet of wildflowers John thought he had ever seen—but it was nothing, nothing compared to the voluminous collection of flowers that filled up the cavernous hole of her chest.

It was bursting with blossoms and verdant ferns. Fresh. Not a single bloom wilted. Recent. She was so packed-full of them that he thought, surely, they’d had to have broken her ribs out of her and tossed them to make room. The harsh lights lining the compound bathed her in a most unforgiving, cruel fluorescent glow, so that there was no mistaking any detail; each flower picked and placed with insane, meticulous care. He felt his stomach churn.

Jacob’s truck had pulled in just behind it. It was his voice shouting at the men to stay, his commanding presence that tried to root John back to the earth as his brain mindlessly fizzed static around the corpse laid out in front of him, his feet carrying him forward despite his better judgement, despite the alarm bells screaming for him to go back. All thoughts of his conversation with Elliot were wiped clean from his brain, bashed in and crumbled to dust under the sight before him.

“What’s wrong?”

Elliot’s voice jarred him out of the strangely-dulcet reverie the gruesome, discordant corpse had put him into, like a spell suddenly broken. He thought, very quickly, Elliot is going to be devastated, and then, I have to stop her, she can’t see this.

When John turned to look at her, his hands instinctively went up, in a foolish act of trying to block it from her view. It was no use; her eyes fixed on it immediately, having come out before he could notice, in plain view of Hudson’s decorated body.

“No no no no—”

Her voice wobbled and filled with dread. John reached for her. He thought, if I can hold her; he thought, if she would just let me hold her; but Elliot had never before, and he didn’t know why he had thought she would now. She shoved his arms away from her, the anguished noise that came out of her ripping right through his sternum.

The blonde took one, two, three steps before she stumbled, and John’s arms went for her, circling around her waist to keep her from the ground and keep her from Joey, and she howled, grief and rage welling out of her in a sound that John wished he had never, ever had to hear.

“Stop looking, El,” he said helplessly, the feeling of her body crumpling over the circle of his arms nearly pulling him down with her; her feet found purchase on the ground, and she pulled at his grip, sobbing an incoherent train of no’s over and over until she was wrenching her whole body like a wild animal to get loose. Doing the only thing that she knew how to do, anymore: hit, and hurt, and try to get free.

She moaned, viciously, “Don’t fucking touch me ,” and he grabbed her wrists to still her, to stop her from hitting him. Over and over, she said, “This is your fucking fault—this is your fault, I’ll fucking kill you, I’ll kill you, John Seed—”

“Elliot,” John said over her howling, “I have you.”

Elliot cried, and cried and cried, until all she had the energy left to do was cry, rattling deep in the cavity of her chest where the rest of the sickness still lingered; she cried and John gripped her wrists and pulled her forward until her face was against his chest and he said, “I have you, I have you,” again, because that was all he could say to her; there was nothing else that he could give her.

Her fingers curled and uncurled weakly into fists. He was only vaguely aware, over the sounds of her grief and misery, of Joseph telling Jacob to get help to move the body; he registered the voices somewhere in the back of his mind, but all he could really think about was the way Elliot slumped against him, digging her nails into her palms over and over again as she cried until he slid his hands to hers to keep her fingers laid flat.

John pushed the hair from her face. Her cheeks were flushed red from her grief, her bottom lashes—normally so blonde and fine—a dark, mousy color from the tears. His hands took her face and he said, “Look at me,” and he pressed their foreheads together. “Just you and me. Don’t—look over there, stay here, with me.”

“I can’t.” Her voice broke. She sobbed; the sound of it rattled somewhere deep inside John’s skull, locked itself in his jaw, to haunt him, forever. “I can’t, I can’t —I hate you—”

He said, helplessly again, “I know, El.”

Her breaths rattled, laborious and exhausted, from somewhere deep inside of her where Grief had made its permanent home. She lifted her head and sucked in another breath, a sharper one, but as soon as she saw Jacob moving towards Hudson’s body, she lurched forward.

“Don’t.” The words came out of her like something wretched, something vicious. Jacob, blissfully, stopped; the lines of his expression were hard, and unforgiving, but he seemed to be waiting rather than doing it out of spite. For once. “Don’t you fucking touch her, don’t—”

“We have to move her body,” John said; just like that, the words crushed her, brutalized her under agony’s weight. The words her body seemed to have cut her right to the quick, and if he hadn’t been holding her, he thought she might have collapsed on the ground.

“My Joey,” she moaned. Agonized, an animal trapped and wailing to be let go . “What did they do to her? What did they do to you? John—”

A near-midnight breeze carried the voices of the Eden’s Gate members just ahead, and Joey Hudson’s corpse stirred, petals fluttering and dark hair drifting in the breeze. For a second in time, she had been resurrected—just one second—where the horror of her murder melded into something more monstrous than before.

And Elliot, saying his name in a way that said help me. All of her vitriol, and all of her poison, and all of the times she’d said I’ll rip your fucking eyes out or I’ll kill you, and now she was here—gripping him, holding him tight, like he was the last thing in the entire world that was going to keep her anchored to the earth. Each dreadful noise of heartache that came out of her tolled like a bell inside of him, vibrating its discordant song over and over again.

I need you, help me.

John wrapped her up in his arms more securely. “Let Jacob move her somewhere quiet, Elliot.”

The sorrow hiccuped in her chest. She tried to say something, but the words came out broken, merely fragments of the sentence she’d been wanting, and she stopped her squirming; when John was able to turn her away from the gruesome sight, Jacob began moving again, speaking in a low, urgent tone to another member of Eden’s Gate.

It felt like he was in a dream as he walked her into the church. The time between Hudson’s corpse and the doors seemed both to stretch on forever and pass in a blink; once inside the dark, quiet chapel, the door closed behind them, John found himself releasing a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

He guided Elliot to a nearby pew, sitting her down; as he settled between her knees, palms flat on the tops of her thighs, Elliot sucked in a deep, shuddering breath.

“John,” she said, and he waited for her to finish her sentence but she didn’t; each time she opened her mouth, all that came out of it was a wet, agonized sob, the kind that dragged the grit right out of her chest, shuddering and hoarse. She tried again: “ John ,” and he took her hands and held them in his.

“I know,” he said. And then that nasty, wicked little monster inside of him; finally, finally, finally, it chanted, Elliot crumpling at the waist to bury her face, wet with tears, against their clasped hands. Finally finally finally. Mine, all mine, mine and nobody else’s.

It should have made him feel guilty. He should have felt bad about it. John knew it; he knew what kinds of emotions were expected out of people in times like this, what people looked for, but he didn’t. He didn’t feel guilty at all.

“El,” he murmured against her hair, “you have to breathe.”

“I can’t,” she sobbed, “I can’t.”

Poor, desolate little hellcat, he thought, knelt between her legs as she cried. Poor, agonized hellcat.

“You can,” John said. “For me.”

She did. One long, arduous breath in, and then another, and another, until her breathing was normal and she was emptied out. Only the hollow grief remained; her gaze lackluster, empty, searching idly for somewhere safe and soft to land.

“I have to find him,” she whispered, her voice rasping raw in her throat.

“We will.” He watched her, and though her eyes never landed on him, her hand still clutched his, nails digging into his skin like she thought she was going to float away. Like she was afraid he’d leave. She finally looked at him.

“Swear,” Elliot said. “Swear we’ll find him, and kill him—rip him apart—”

Just like that, the grief was reformed; he saw it happen, the way she gripped it, mangled it in her hands, even when it bloodied her with its edges. Twisted it into something useful. Anything to fit it, slot it right into her like one more missing piece in her puzzle. There was no room for sadness in there: only anger. Only wrath.

What do we do with grief?

“I swear,” John insisted. She was so full of it; vengeance, burning straight through her, so easily flipped on. And all his.

“I mean it, John.”

“I told you,” he said. “Anything you want.”

#john seed x deputy #john seed x oc #far cry 5 #far cry #my writing #fic: ancient names #ch: elliot honeysett #ch: john seed #i have nothing to say for myself except im sorry

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nightingaletrash · 5 years

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📖 for an OC of your choice? :0

Tysm :D I’ll do this for Venaya ^^ under the cut cuz oops it got kinda long o.o

[The journal looks old, but well looked after. The binding is made from guar-leather, and a heavy lock emblazoned with the shape of a bird cradling an orb keeps it firmly shut from prying eyes. The pages are generally pristine, some a little yellowed with age, but otherwise intact. The writing is neatly uniform, written by a practised, educated hand.]

28th Sun’s Height 216

Mother and Father spend the morning arguing, as has become their usual, so I spent the day with Uncle Melar rather than attending my lessons with Mother. She’ll be so busy being furious with Father, I imagine she won’t even remember. And if she does remember, Melar will surely speak on my behalf.

Things have definitely been much more tense as of late. Staying in the house is becoming unbearable. Father accuses Mother of being more interested in Redoran politics than her own family, Mother accuses him of apathy that weakens our House. It’s hard not to take sides.

I hardly see Mother unless I visit her at her office, and even then she refuses to speak of anything but House affairs. Sometimes it feels like I’m less of a child to her and more of an investment for our future. The son who will set House Redoran on it’s ear, or at least that’s what she envisions for me. And I worry about Father’s habits lately. He disappears into the town for hours at a time and comes home with the strangest smells on his person. And it’s not matze. I’m worried he’s turning to skooma due to the stress of constantly fighting against Mother.

Perhaps I should have said something to Uncle Melar. I’ve always been able to speak to him about a great many things, and he is one of the few who I can speak to openly without fear of judgement or reprimand.But Mother and Father are both very proud. I doubt they’d be happy if I asked Melar to insert himself into our family’s affairs, and it might end up doing more harm than good.

I’ll speak with Father tomorrow. Perhaps being able to talk to me will ease his burden and make skooma a less tempting option.

5th Last Seed 2E 216

It finally happened. The fight to end all fights. Father is leaving tomorrow morning and is already packing his things... And so am I. My Father may not be ideal, but at least he has not divorced himself so entirely from his family that House Redoran is all he has left. I’m still concerned about his forming habits - I can see he is trying since we talked - but I won’t stay in Suran. Not whilst she is here.

After Father announced his intentions, Mother swiftly turned to me - for the first time in months - and demanded to know if I also intended to sully our family name. It was oddly satisfying to inform her that she was the one who destroyed the name Serethi, and even more so to see the look on her face. I’d not seen her so thunderstruck since I copied that argonian phrase as a child. Only this time was not met with a swift reprimand. Instead it was met by silence followed by the slamming of the door as she returned to her office.

May she find it as empty as the Void.

We depart for Sadrith Mora in the morning. Perhaps under the guidance of Ayem we will be able to lay the foundations of our new beginning.

[The later entries are markedly different from the earlier, the handwriting a little less uniform with increasing mentions of the author’s struggles with her father’s growing skooma habit. The pages are occasionally blotted with tear stains, and the next entry is undated and written in a shaky, almost indecipherable hand with smears of what appear to be blood.]

The Cammona Tong finally ran out of patience for Father. They jumped just along the coast and shoved me into the back of their caravan. To teach him a lesson, they said. I’ve never been so scared in my life.

The smell of sulfur is almost overwhelming, even though it’s been nearly two weeks. My skin won’t stop bleeding. I can barely see what I’m writing. Even the smallest amount of sunlight makes my eyes hurt more than I can say.

Father is distraught. Every moment he’s at my side, he’s either in tears or on the verge of them, unable to process what the Tong did to me for his mistakes. He’s sworn off the damned skooma, at least. Promised he’ll work hard to repay his debts to the Tong and to every damned dealer he owes money. It won’t heal me, no amount of magic has, but it’ll make up for what I’ve been through on his behalf. Or at least I hope it will. I didn’t much like what I saw in the mirror already. This isn’t an improvement.

[The next entry is barely anymore readable than the last, but is free of blood smears at the very least.]

3rd Midyear 2E 218

It’s been over a month since I left Sadrith Mora. Since I found that damned s’wit and his fucking pipe. He promised me there would be no more skooma after what the Tong did to me. Well, it’s good to know that I’m as valuable as guar shit to him. Saves me a lot of time trying to justify his habits anymore.

I just can’t believe I wrote to Mother of all people. I can imagine she was practically cackling to herself in glee when she got my letter. She’ll be full of ‘I told you so’s’ and will be all too happy to remind me that duty to House Redoran is above all else.

Well, we’ll see how long that lasts. I just need a place to stay a while and make some coin before leaving for the mainland. I’ve had enough of Vvardenfell. It’s brought me nothing but misery. The further I am from here, the happier I’ll be.

15th Midyear 2E 218

I’ve had a change of plans, and I couldn’t be happier for it. During my journey to Suran, I met the most fascinating nord, a young woman calling herself Astrid. She was struggling to dispatch a few cliff striders that had attacked her camp and I stepped in to help. What magic I learned from the Telvanni has evidently been worth the effort.Astrid was very grateful to me and offered me a place in her camp for the night. It’s preferable to curling up beneath a rock and praying to the Three that nothing gnaws my legs off in the night, so I accepted.

We sat at the fireside, talking as we ate fresh kwama eggs, and something about her made me want to tell her everything. Perhaps it was magic, now with what I know about her, or maybe it was just being so tired of having no one to turn to since leaving Suran, but I told her anyway. About my struggles with being the son my parents had dreamed of, with their constant arguing and the way their marriage fell apart, my father’s struggles with skooma, and how he carried on with the stuff even after the Cammona Tong’s warnings.

It felt very much like talking to Uncle Melar because rather than interject her own opinions like so many people do, she simply sat and listened and only spoke when I was finished. She asked me my name, and when I told her it was Venaryn, she laughed and said ‘no silly, I mean the name you want to be called.’ So I told her I wanted to be called Venaya. She then asked if I truly wanted to returned to Suran and my mother. I told her no, that I didn’t want anything to do with the place, and she made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

Astrid is a cultist, a member of a cell of Nocturnal worshippers, and she offered to bring me to them. I asked, jokingly but also a little seriously, if she intended to sacrifice me. But she held my hand and, with the utmost sincerity, told me that she wished to repay me for stepping in to save her life by stepping in to save mine.

We’re headed for the coast, and from there we depart for Skyrim. I can’t say for certain if this cult is a wise choice, but wisdom hasn’t exactly done me many favours. At the very least, it couldn’t be any worse than returning to my mother.

[The following entry has returned to being readable - not crisply uniform and formal, but readable and relaxed. The pages as clean, save for a few pressings of wild flowers between the pages and a few (relatively poor) sketches have begun to appear between entries as well.]

28th Sun’s Height 2E 218

It’s hard to believe that just two years ago I was listening to my parents arguing over every little thing. The Twilight Sepulcher is practically a paradise in comparison. Here I study and pray in quiet contemplation, sometimes carrying out tasks for the Night Mistress. My transition continues, and whilst there have been bumps in the road, I am never without the support of my brothers and sisters. Astrid celebrates every milestone I reach with more exuberance than anyone else. Sometimes I think she’s happier than I am with my progress.

Even now I can’t imagine what my life would be if I’d gone through with that stupid idea to return to Suran. I can only imagine my mother wondering why she never heard from me again. Undoubtedly she was bragging to her colleagues about the return of her wonderful son, only to be humiliated by my non-appearance. I honestly wish I could say it was planned, but part of me hopes it was part of Nocturnal’s plan for me. Some small measured vengeance for the woman who tore that family apart.

As for my father, I don’t know if he’s even alive. Every time I’m tempted to find out, Astrid and the others remind me of what he did to me, and I remind myself that that part of my life is over and the temptation passes. I have a life here. A family. I’m happy, for the first time. Venaryn Serethi is a chapter long since closed. I am Venaya Sero,

and I won’t let the past take that from me.

#vounoura #journal meme #eso #venaya sero #lemme know if anything needs to be tagged and i can add tags for it #but yeah venaya dealt with a lot of shit #ss didn't help #but she'll get her happy ending damnit

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wannawrite · 6 years

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All For One

who?: Wanna One’s Lai Guanlin, Cube Ent’s / Pd101’s Yoo Seonho genre: 🌸 type: bullet point blog navigator. • you have two Cube Chicks for best friends • is this a good or bad idea? this...is the cutest, softest thing...possibly...ever. I’ll try my best! Made me think of my best friends a lot :”) TYSM @isaluciavevo for requesting - Admin L

• ahhhh the Cube Chicks are back together again • honestly,,,who...just who in the right mind thought that this would be a good idea • because it is a GREAT idea • but • warning: Cube Chicks may cause trouble out of good intention • good vibes only • that’s how y’all roll • if you want it • you go get it • and your boys will support you • both are competitive sportsmen • basketball team!! • captain • and vice-captain • it’s a v v messy yet memorable friendship • sometimes it’s you trying to keep Seonho and Guanlin alive • sometimes it’s Guanlin trying to keep you and Seonho from getting arrested • yeah • it’s Seonho for everything • have you seen this boy? • he gets in so much trouble its a miracle you haven’t bailed him out of jail yet • but he’s a good boy, don’t worry • he’s just clumsy and childish • kind of doesn’t think of consequences before acting • sort of plunges both feet into hot water without dipping his toes to check first • but • that’s how your entire friendship functions • it’s a good friendship • you share a class with Seonho • and it’s crazy • he sits next to you • some days he never pays attention to the teacher and gossips to you throughout class • other days he’s like • ‘hey seonho can I borrow a pencil-’ • ‘shush. pay attention to the teacher, y/n.’ • damn Seonho I just wanted a pencil I didn’t ask for this slander • but you love him • in school, he’s the first person to greet you at your locker in the mornings • with a bright smile, his backpack slung over his shoulder • then he ruffles your hair playfully, messing it up completely • true friendship :”) • ‘ahh, I know that person you like will definitely take notice of you now,’ he teases • then you guys walk to assembly and class together • sometimes in class, you guys have a sheet of foolscap paper in between the desks • and either one of you will draw or write some really cute, heart-warming, heart-fluttering bullshit • okay you get my drift • ‘you’re doing amazing sweetie’ • ‘cheer up!’ • ‘have fun at basketball practice later!’ • ‘i miss Guanlin :(‘ • ‘>:( what about me’ • ‘I love Guanlin :D’ • ‘ :”( ‘ • ‘ily2 dw ❤️’ • Seonho smiles before folding up the paper and sticking it into his bag just as your teacher walks by • he has an incredible knack of never getting in trouble • he can create trouble but he doesn’t get in it • explain later • okay now • Seonho is also super concern and caring • during lunch if he gets pizza, he makes sure to buy some for you too • and Guanlin of course • ‘pfpp lol hyung you can buy your own’ • ‘yah, you still owe me from last week’s frozen yoghurt.’ • bickers over food • visits your house very often • he just comes to nap on your bed • ‘nooo I’m here to inspect if you cleaned your room like you said you did in your Snapchat story.’ • really, he just wants access to your pantry and kitchen • while eating popcorn, you and Guanlin doodle things all over his arms when he’s sleeping • not dicks pls • Seonho is a child • he needs his sleep • after sleeping, he makes sure to go out with you and Guanlin a lot • barbecue is a MUST • in fact, the owner is a classmate’s parent • and always give you guys a discount • THAT’S how regular y’all are • and there’s always a tad bit more food for your table • karaoke is a favourite • time for swaggy rapper™️ to shine • speaking of Guanlin • he’s a year older • yet not that much more mature • or sensible • jk, he is • quieter and shyer than Seonho • but just as goofy when he opens up to you • is fake deep • ‘I want to get a tattoo of a burrito because we get so wrapped up in our internal feelings and sadness, that we ignore the crisp and goodness outside.’ • sends really meaningful things to the group chat at 12am • Guanlin🐥: you guys mean the world to me, I would never trade y’all for anything else • Seonho🐣: aww hyung :”) • you: 💓💓💓 • changes the group chat profile pic very often • he went through an entire streak of Kermit the frog for a month • Guanlin really likes memes • more than Seonho • and Seonho has a folder of 500+ pictures of memes alone • at 3.30am, Guanlin will send memes to the group chat • kermit the frog memes • pepe memes • any other meme you can think of • sometimes recycles memes • edits memes • Guanlin🐥: hey Daniel hyung promised me a lifetime worth of pizza if I gave Seonho to Minhyun hyung • Guanlin🐥: so lmao bye bye Seonho • Guanlin🐥: you’re the sacrifice • Seonho actually disappears for a couple of hours • wh00ps • but Guanlin is EXTRA • extra sweet ;) • advises you both of life • ‘now...my young grasshoppers, I’m going to teach you how to sleep in class and not get caught.’ • ‘this is how you secretly eat pizza rolls in the middle of math’ • ‘LiSTEN, this is how you sneak in a waffle maker to make breakfast in morning assembly’ • but he does actually help • he helps both of you with studies • pushes Seonho to study by treating him to pizza • and ice cream • and chicken • Guanlin tells you tips and tricks to memorise math formulas better • uses creative analogies • ‘okay, imagine that x is a sheep. So 2x would mean 2 sheep and then 4x + -3x would be?’ • I don’t even know actually but let’s just pretend I do • ‘guys, if you get Mr Kai as your math teacher next year, tell me.’ • is a nice, responsible and caring older brother • gets really protective from time to time • it’s the small actions that give him away • like • ‘no, I’ll walk you out to the gate, don’t go by yourself.’ • ‘text me when you get home safe, okay?’ • will walk you to the bus stop and take your bus even if it goes the opposite way • makes some lame excuse • ‘uhh, my sister’s friend’s dog is in the area so I’m going to meet him and we’ll go back together.’ • ‘I need to pick up dry cleaning for my mother. You know how she’s fussy about her evening gowns.’ • ‘Lin, it’s 9pm at night...the shop is closed.’ • red-faced • ‘oh’ • Guanlin is #1 on speed dial on both your phones • ‘in cases y’all get drunk, call me, no one else knows how to take care of you two.’ • Seonho always texts him when he’s arrived safely at home • with a cute selfie sometimes • Guanlin tracks both the children’s sleep schedules in his diary watch him • is generous • pays for your haircuts • *pushes both of you into the salon Jinyoung works at* • ‘since school is almost over, you guys need a look for summer.’ • ‘hey Jinyoung, these are my friends so take good care of them wink wonk’ • ;) • I got you • Taiwanese chick is slyer than a fox • Seonho sits in the salon chair with pitch black hair • and emerges with a blonde streak down the middle • you don’t sense anything wrong • until Baejin starts to whip out green hair dye • ‘WAIT’ • you wrestle Jinyoung for that box • ‘HOW MUCH DID GUAN PAY YOU? I CAN PAY YOU MORE!’ • Guanlin’s hair ends up being blondish green • well done • he also once convinced Jinyoung to chop off a good 4 inches of your hair • I could use some 4 inches in height • hah • speaking of height • Guanlin is tall • so is Seonho • and Guanlin is just a bit more of that annoying tall friend who makes fun of everyone who isn’t as tall as them • yes thank you for putting MY box of cookies on the top shelf of my pantry • aww Seonho you sweetheart, thanks for helping • he smirks and takes the whole box for himself • sigh • tall people • if you hang out in the evenings • Guanlin always drags Seonho’s ass out of your house to the basketball courts nearby • to practice • you know • time to grind😤😫 • you tag along • trying to win against a basketball team captain and vice-captain • some die heroes • ‘WatCH ME’ • your best friends just chuckle and shrug • but they are also your support squad • ‘jUst JUMP YOU GOT THIS!’ Guanlin yells enthusiastically • once, he even bought a loudspeaker • ‘LET’S GO TEAM!’ • and it got taken away by a park warden • then he brought another one • and a policeman on patrol swiped it • so Guanlin relied on his swaggy rapper™️ voice • Seonho becomes the spectator • ‘AND-AND WILL Y/N SCORE FOR THE FIRST TIME?’ • this is how you guys spend the weekends • ‘...THEY DO. A MIRACLE HAS HAPPENED.’ • Guanlin runs and catches you in a hug, overjoyed • Seonho joins soon after • and the three of you collapse in the cold court floor, bursting into laughter • but your heart couldn’t feel any warmer :”) • ‘ahhh, I could spend all night here.’ • but of course, realistically, you can’t • so all of you retire to Guanlin’s mansion • I make him a rich boy in every single one of my works I realised I’m sorry • sometimes it becomes a sleepover • like pillow fights • making s’mores • scaring the hell out of his chef in the process • ‘dAMNIT GUANLIN YOUR PARENTS WILL KILL ME IF YOU BURN THE BOTTOM OF THIS POT.’ • ‘they’ll fire you if you swear at me, right?’ he says cockily, raising an amused brow • his chef just huffs. ‘I’ve known you since you ran around in diapers, goodness.’ • ahhh • his chef is gracious nonetheless and brings you guys platters of snacks for your movie night • includes a lot of yelling • Seonho getting spooked easily • Guanlin taking time to calculate if the scenario could happen in real life then reacting • the kind of best friends to watch Netflix with you until 12am • ‘c’mon,’ Seonho whispers. ‘Everyone should be asleep by now.’ • the three of you creep up to Guanlin’s spacious rooftop garden • star-gazing time • you pop open the soda bottles and get bags of chips • sipping cola • looking at the stars • back on the ground, head to head to form a circle • ahhh • ‘oh! shooting star!’ • ‘hey, that constellation looks like a horse!’ • it’s just a good time filled with laughter, jokes, food and friendship • as the night wears on, things get really deep and personal • these hangouts have sort of become personal therapy sessions for you • whatever you want to say • say it • all of you trust each other with your lives • a lot of things get lifted off each other’s chest • figure out problems together • help each other out • just a genuine, meaningful time of bonding • when it ends, you feel more secure and loyal to your friends • you and Seonho take the enormous couch in the gaming room while Guanlin sleeps in his bed a few doors down • he makes sure to tuck both of you in • and talk until one of you falls asleep before he tucks himself in • such a pure and real friendship • supportive • loving • loyal • and caring • during Christmas time, you guys team up to bake cookies and other holiday treats • it obviously isn’t the greatest idea • I mean, have you seen Guan and Seonho’s ‘It’s meringue time!’? yeah • seonho insists on icing his own cookies this year • he later spent almost an hour scraping icing off the ceiling of his kitchen • taking turns to help decorate each other’s houses • gift shopping for the rest of your clique together • synonymously agreeing to buy yet another fly swatter for Daniel • maybe some shoe insoles for Sungwoon • savages 24/7 • puns all around • breathe memes • especially Guanlin • like that boy has a basketball jersey with Kermit on the back • he actually wears it out • gave an identical one to Seonho for his birthday • and you received one as well for Christmas • from your Secret Santa • at basketball matches • it’s a given you’re there to support them, rain or shine • so if your crush wants to see you, they attend the game • a night before, you’re spamming the group chat with encouraging messages and gifs • they’re like ‘pffp we don’t need these’ but it actually cheers them up • HEART MELTING • there’s always a small spat in the group chat on whose jersey/jacket you will wear • Guanlin🐥: hEY I’M OLDER THAN YOU. • Guanlin🐥: THEY CAN WEAR YOURS ANY OTHER TIME, THIS IS ONE OF MY LAST COMPETITIONS

• Seonho🐣: I FRICKIN WASHED AND DRY CLEANED MY JERSEY FOR THIS i’msorryimessedup

• on the day itself, you’re clad in Seonho’s practice jersey and Guanlin’s jacket • the cutest • everyone assumes y’all daring • but all of you are just the closest of friends • friendship goals • plus, they’re the best wingmen • just a super supportive, real, joyous friendship

#wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #lai guanlin #yoo seonho #cube entertainment #cube trainees #cube chicks

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prompt ; Hi Love can I can #19 "It isn't important" with Vav's St. Van? Angsty fluff please 💛 tysm -- @aesthedick-cheol

word count ; 2,033 oh my god

im sorry that this is so bad omg i’m so tired but i couldn’t stop writing but im so TIRED

This was not your week. You weren’t entirely sure as to how it had started going south, but Jesus shit, it just wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t even just filled with terrible things, the world wasn’t ending, but the general mood of everyone you knew was too depressing for you to be even mildly happy. As a matter of fact, you had woken up on Monday happy! It was your two year anniversary with Geumhyuk, and, despite not being able to see him face to face until Friday, you were still able to Skype and text and such. At least the two of you had been able to talk for a few hours, him apologizing profusely for not being there.

“It’s okay,” you said, “I’ll get to see you on Friday, and that’s all that matters.”

Your friend, however, had not had such a great Monday. Around six in the evening, she called you, sobbing horribly. “Listen, [Y/N],” she started, “Jaeyoung broke up with me, and I am drunk. I need you to pick me up, and fair warning, I am most likely going to throw up in your car.”

Already on the way to your car, ignoring your slowly burning dinner, you asked, “Because you’re sad, or because you’re drunk beyond belief?”

A vague vomiting sound came through your phone, making you cringe. “Both,” she heaved. You groaned, very audibly. “Is Geumhyuk there?”

“No,” you responded through a sigh as you started the car. “He’s on tour. He’s gonna be back on Friday, though.”

“I’m sorry, babes,” she replied, words slurring together much more. “When will you be here?” She had to repeat herself six times in order for you to understand it.

“Eh, five minutes?” Your statement came out as a question. “Are you outside?”

“I’m nodding!” her answer came a minute later, in the form of a yell. “Whoops,” she whispered, “yeah, I am. I’m nodding.”

You managed to keep her on the line until you were able to pick her up, and the ride back to your apartment wasn’t exciting, but it wasn’t boring, either. You had music harsher than she usually listened to playing, but softer than you usually listened to it. The two of you talked about whatever you could to keep her awake. You knew she wasn’t in danger, but you really didn’t want to be alone.

She didn’t throw up during the car ride, but once she got out, she promptly turned around, threw up in your car, then stumbled off towards your apartment building. You groaned quietly, locking your car and following the stumbling mess that was your best friend up the staircase. Once you were sure that she would be safe, asleep in the pullout bed from your couch, a giant bottle of water right next to her face, you trudged back outside, a bucket of various cleaning supplies in your hand.

The sun was up before you were even half-sure that the vomit was going to be out of the car’s carpet. You groaned again, eyelids falling on themselves. You rubbed your eyes, yawning hugely, as you realized that, oh, shit, you have work. You had a few hours, but you had other shit that you had to do that day.

Yikes.

You walked up to your apartment, immensely salty that you had gotten a home so far up, and once you opened your door, you were hit by the groans of you insanely hungover friend. “Close the door,” she moaned. “I’m a vampire, the light…”

“Water’s a foot from your face.” She pulled the blanket further over her head, covering her eyes, and slid the water bottle up the makeshift fort. One minute and a lot of crinkling plastic later, the giant water bottle was empty, twisted up and outside of the blanket. She was breathing heavily as you shut the curtains around the giant windows that you had worked so hard to get. Oh, that was why you had gotten a home up so far. “I’ll make bacon.” A grunt of appreciation came from on top of the couch.

Half an hour of cooking later, your friend was much better. She’d taken some pain medication as well, helping her killer headache. “Thank you,” she broke the silence through a mouthful of hangover cure. “I owe you my life. Don’t you have work, though?” “Not until noon,” you muttered over a half-assed cup of coffee. You were clinging onto it like it was giving you life, which, at that point, it was. Not sleeping the entire night had caught up with you, the smell of vomit clinging to you.

“...It’s like, ten til.” Your eyes shot open.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” you whispered to yourself, practically slamming your mug on the small table. You raced to your room, yanking your uniform out of your closet and grabbing the small bag of emergency supplies. It was filled with face wipes, travel deodorant, and dry shampoo, as well as a phone charger, which you wouldn’t have even thought of. Even though you weren’t on it for the majority of the night, it was still almost entirely drained. “I’ll see you later, go home!”

“No promises!” she yelled back. Your car, thankfully, smelled less like vomit than you did. Sadly, that meant that you absolutely smelled live vomit. You most likely broke a few laws racing to work, and barely made it on time.

The rest of your Tuesday was a blur. Your friend was still in your apartment when you got home, which ended up being a good thing. “I still have work tomorrow,” you muttered into the pillow that you had immediately crashed into. “I’m gonna die.”

“No, you’re not,” she responded, gently rubbing your back. “I’ll do some laundry, go take a shower.”

“I’m too tired to move.” You were already falling asleep on the crappy bed. “I’ll shower,” you yawned, “later.”

Your friend crinkled her nose. “That’s gross, but you definitely need to sleep. I’ll wake you up later.”

“I will end you.” That was the last thing you remember from that night. By the time you woke up the next morning, it was already eight. You had fallen asleep at six in the evening. You did, however, feel great, and your friend woke up right before you, or so she claimed.

“Clothes.” Was all she said. You did as she asked, changing into pajamas that she’d put in your dryer for a minute. The soft feeling of fluffy fabric gave you hope that your week could get better, even before Geumhyuk got home.

That feeling, of course, disappeared as soon as your brother called.

“I got kicked out,” was all he said, the unrecognized number easily traced to a payphone. Those still exist? Wednesday already sucked ass. He called back twenty minutes later, however, all he said being, “Nevermind.” Your family was complicated.

Your friend came back a few minutes later, around eleven in the morning, with clean and dry laundry. “There was an issue,” she muttered, barely willing to make eye contact with you. “It’s clean and everything, but…” she fished a piece of paper, slightly crinkled, out of the filled laundry basket. You pulled it from her grasp as quickly as you could.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, your heart coming back down to a normal pace just as quickly as it had gone up. “It’s literally just twenty dollars.”

“Wait, you’re not mad?”

“Dude, this week started off shit. It’s what, Wednesday? My days are still going to hell, but they’re slowly getting less awful. I would have died to have this be the worst thing this week. You know I smelled like boozy vomit during the entire time I was at work yesterday, right? I work at a bookstore.”

Your friend grimaced. “Oh. Yikes.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty yikes. Oh well, can you put those away for me? I’ll go pay.”

Your friend nodded enthusiastically. “You know who collects it, right?” You nodded in return, walking straight towards the door. You smiled to yourself, your week was finally getting better. You weren’t sure why the past few days had been such a roller coaster, but hopefully the rest of the week would be somewhat more calm.

The only other thing worth mentioning that happened that day was you falling down the last few stairs, in front of the neighbor that you’d yet to meet. Again, pretty yikes. At least he’d offered to take you out for coffee, so that he wouldn’t know you as the weird neighbor that had fallen down some stairs, all while wearing fuzzy pajamas.

Thursday was completely and utterly uninteresting. You had work for a few hours, showing up early to make up for showing up not quite late on Tuesday. You were fully rested, your uniform was clean, you had even eaten breakfast for once. You got to stock the books, and, due to that, you got first dibs on any that you found interesting. You got a new book about astronomy, one that also talked about astrology, so you were actually fairly excited.

Friday, you woke up just like you had on Monday, excited for the day. It wasn’t your two years with Geumhyuk anymore, but you would be able to see him. You were determined to make the day successful, and through what you were sure was pure spite, you managed to achieve it. By the time you were able to see Hyuk, around four in the afternoon, you were glowing, if not from the day going well, then from surviving the week.

You were honestly bored out of your mind, watching something that you’d found randomly on Netflix, searching through everything that they had to offer, when a knock sounded sharply on your door. You had sent your friend home for the last time about an hour ago, telling her that Geumhyuk would be there at any point, and she had willingly left, for once. “Hyuk?” you called, not wanting to move if it wasn’t him.

His faint voice filled your ears. “Why don’t you come find out?” You practically screamed as you scrambled off of the couch. Despite your fuzzy socks, you managed to get to the door in about a second, flinging it open and wrapping your arms around you. “Woah,” he laughed, “did you miss me?”

“I’ve had a sort of...not so good week,” you responded, burying your face into his chest.

“Woah, what happened?” he asked, voice only that of worry.

“It isn’t important,” you muttered, enjoying the scent of his sweatshirt, the feeling of being deprived of him finally hitting you. “I’m just glad that you’re here.”

“Hey,” he mumbled, lifting your chin from his chest with his finger. His voice was soft, but his eyes, full of concern, were softer. “If it hurts you, it’s important. What’s bothering you?”

You groaned slightly, flipping yourself so that you were laying on his lap, facing up, eyes boring into yours. “Where do I start?”

“The beginning, I’d assume.”

You closed your eyes. “So, Monday wasn’t bad, at first. Actually, it was kind of amazing. It was our two years, and the four hour long phone call really helped me.”

“Again, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be here. I’ll be with you for all the rest, okay?”

“Hyuk, that doesn’t matter to me. You’re in my heart, even if you’re not with me physically.” He grinned, an amazing sight to open your eyes to. “Anyway, it was pretty great, until Jaeyoung made a dumbass decision.”

“Oh god, was she -”

“Drunk.” He shut his eyes in frustration.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be here for you.”

“Stop being a nerd,” you murmured, starting to fall asleep, properly, for the first time that week. “Just sleep with me, this week is over. Everything is okay.” Geumhyuk muttered something you couldn’t quite decipher in agreement, his lack of sleep catching up with him, as well.

For once in your lives, the two of you were able to sleep through the night. If only every night could be like that. But, since it wasn’t, it just made the ones that the two of you shared even more special.

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