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hopeandjoy9 · 6 months

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You know how I shared my ikesoren playlist forever ago? I thought I'd share my FFXIV playlist now though it's audience is, uh, just me.

Some background: some songs are for generic WoL, but my specific WoLs are a female Au Ra named Yukiko Shirogane and a male Viera named Freyr Cyfddydd. They are both reincarnations of Azem, as Freyr almost died when he was born, splitting his soul in two. Their relationship is ultimately that of "like brother and sister".

Main ship in the playlist is Freyr/G'raha (so, m!WoL/G'raha), Freyr/Haurchefant, and also some scattered Hythades references. The playlist order is roughly chroniclogical.

Adult Children - Kanzaki Iori (Freyr's backstory)

I wanted to be the same, too; I wanted to be born into a loving family We'd laugh together, say "It's great to be alive." Let this unchanging day end. Let this day where I can't change end.

2. Dernie Traveler’s Diary - PIPPO (all WoLs)

If I can simply go on like this, singing to myself, to keep myself smiling, then it’s all good, even if I can’t touch anyone else. As long as I can still see their hearts, I’m happy simply singing to myself, smiling, even if no one can feel me here.

3. Wonderland and the Sheep's Song - Hachi (all WoLs)

In the rain shelter of the candy shop, I awaited God's return So, shall we sing? The sheep's song! With that lantern in your hands, Illuminate everything, so like the sun...

4. Chignon Solider - seeeeecun (Freyr during ARR climax, with flashbacks to the fall of Dalmasca)

“Raise the flag of retaliation!” I cried. I’ve become an adult just so that, to the lives of humans, I can… That is your “atonement” to your mother. I will simply never stop believing that.

5. Flamingo - Kenshi Yonezu (ARR G'raha -> Freyr)

You're a fla-fla-fla-flamingo, A dazzling fla-fla-fla-flamingo You dance away, stumbling and laughing, never to return Only loneliness and jealousy remain Thanks for your business - treat me better next time...

6. Vampire - DECO*27 (Freyr -> Haurchefant)

You’re a vampire too It’s OK if you suck me up, go ahead “I can’t take it anymore” I want you to make me say it too I could never do it with anybody else, let me praise you

7. Cactus and Mirage - Jakkan-P (Freyr -> Haurchefant)

You're a mirage, Like some impossible dream, Lying on a desert bed, And when the sun goes down, You're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, you're gone, Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

8. BugLug - seeeeecun (Fray -> all WoL)

Yes, yes, in that case, I’ll do it, so cease your grumbling. The child cries gratingly. The ultimate of love and hate concentrate from a slovenly direction onto a single point. A man-to-man portrait of the dead in a bug-manipulating ending summer.

9. Kimi no Taion - Kuwagata-P (Freyr -> Haurchefant)

Flowers wither and the moon wanes Another season passes That you were here, feeling and touching you fades away as if nothing was there

10. Strangers - Heavenz (Yukiko -> Freyr)

"There was someone, there was someone..." I must have clung to that phrase. The enveloping sounds are just noise, and through it I can't pick out anything But you, you were still there, weren't you. That is to say, we are like lost children but we are not all alone.

11. Brainwashing - Neru (Yukiko & Freyr)

If you follow the tracks of tears on my cheeks At the end of them, Abandoned and starved, My dreams have frozen

12. Namida - MARETU (StB Fray)

The flowing blood and tears, tears dye you darker and darker. Take out your blades, your blades. It hasn't stopped beating yet, right? Your heart.

13. Ideals and Wars - Inumaru Shibaigoya (8th Umbral Calamity!G'raha -> all WoLs)

Even though your shadow is already gone, your noble ideal, determination, and views will keep in living within me. I shall be the one to fight this time. If I have fought until the moment I reach the end of my days, pray let me tread on your shadow, my God.

14. Six Feet Under - Aqu3ra (Ardbert)

Give back the time I lost Who was it that got in the way? It feels as though I’ve forgotten both what I liked and what I hated The goddess smiled as if making a bargain It seems she won’t wait for the proper timing

15. Red Tears - nekobolo (Crystal Exarch -> Freyr)

I'm sorry, for building a wall around me. I'm sorry, for being a coward. I love you, it's true. But I can't open the door to my heart.

16. Toosenbo - wowaka (Crystal Exarch -> Freyr)

I won't let you through. I'm the only one playing hide-and-seek. It's an innocent spoiled child's dream, "Please keep your eyes off me. Please let go of me. Smile with your innocent eyes!"

16. Android Girl - DECO*27 (Freyr -> Crystal Exarch)

Android girl, I’m out of my mind. I know you’re mine and mine alone, but “who” are you anyway? Even though I’d had faith in us the whole time, the whole time...

17. Ars - Sekikomi Gohan (Crystal Exarch -> Freyr)

I, who fantasizes over an optimistic view of life, will stay lonely In my final moments, I put everything about the reason I lived in this lethargic smile that will never reach you

18. Dramaturgy - Eve (Emet-Selch)

I can’t escape from this box. I came to that sad realization and wanted to escape. We were all playing our parts, Making our way towards the credits.

19. Tiara - Sekikomi Gohan (Emet-Selch -> Hythlodaeus)

My oath to love you forever and to share the pain together Alone, I proclaim it under the waning moon Shining Tiara, here is proof of my pure love

20. Two Breaths Walking - DECO*27 (Crystal Exarch & Freyr)

The front foot I’d half-put out to come over and embrace you Has somehow started to hurt you The words I just learned become a knife that pierces through you Tearing your life to pieces

21. Eine Kleine - Kenshi Yonezu (G'raha -> Freyr)

To have everlasting sorrows and open seams, but also you; How happy I would be to smile and say, "It was for the best"... Everything before me seems to blur and dissolve; A flood of miracles wouldn't be enough... Because you called my name... Is it all right if I call your name?

22. The Defeated Boy - Kemu (Crystal Exarch/G'raha)

After struggling and running, I had somehow ended up standing where I am I'd wanted to become someone that everyone would admire, a hero - but I couldn't

23. My Name is Love Song - Neru (G'raha & Freyr) (translation)

Please don’t treat me so nicely; the wounds at the depths of my heart will open up If you do that, I’ll end up by your side for life While singing “please don’t treat me so nicely,” I ended up forgetting my own name Now, we’ll call out our names with the same voice, waiting for someone to come

24. Pierce the Clear Blue Sky - Kasamura Tota (Freyr -> G'raha)

You dumbass, you don’t have the right to go and die You’ve got to be happy, it’s your job to stay by my side forever So let me take on those pains that won’t ever leave you alone If you go off somewhere without me, I’ll never, ever forgive you

25. Cynicarealism - TaKU.K (Venat -> Emet-Selch)

At long last, you’re smiling, I see. But even if your lid’s a bit loose, who could blame you? Your heart is unsullied. The morning star appeared in the sky today. What a beautiful picture it makes. I could almost forget about even the deplorable Avici hell. Alas, if only he had survived, the world may have been sullied, but the two of you could have swindled the world, escaped it, and arrived at——

26. Teo - omoi (Yukiko & Freyr -> Meteion)

Not a single one left behind We'll reclaim every last piece, that's all Until the magic wears off - until then, Hold on tight to my hand, my hand My hand!

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #wolgraha #hope rants about her ocs #vocaloid #tbh this is mostly for me #and because i am procrastinating on english homework

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tojiboobsucker · 3 years

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one more moment (m)

pairing: iwaizumi x female reader

MINORS DNI !!!

[please note that this is during the time-skip]

warnings: dry humping, nipple play, penetration, rough sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, some cockwarming, pet names such as princess and pretty girl (if i miss anything else, lmk!!)

a/n: not proofread and meant to be all lowercase 🏃🏻‍♀️ i finished this at 2:30 am hey lol also this isn’t really that good because it’s been about 8 months since i’ve written smut (or attempted writing it lmao</3)

when your eyes flutter open from the bright room you gently squeeze your boyfriend’s arms around your waist in content before turning to face him. a little grumble comes from his lips as he hugs you closer to him. in this moment, you can’t help but nuzzle your face into his bare chest. he’s warm, has been since the day you two first met. he had such a warm aura once you got to know him and it was one of the many things you adored about him. while in thought, you run your hands up his bare chest, eventually letting your hands cup his face. again, hajime grumbles, his chest rumbling along as he starts speaking.

“you’re up early.”

with an adoring smile, you stretch your neck and press a kiss against his jaw. at this, he takes your wrists and rolls over, placing your hands on his chest while you settle into your straddling position.

“well aren’t you just energetic this morning,” you muse, tracing a heart into his chest with your right fingertip as his hands move to your hips.

hajime hums, his hands massaging your hips. a little laugh slips past your lips as you lean forward to kiss him, your hips slightly moving up with you. you didn’t think much of hajime’s hands gripping your hips a little harder as you kissed him, but when you pulled back and saw him staring at your neck, your torso in one of his shirts, all of you, you feel your face heat up a bit.

purposefully, you lean forward, your hands running up his chest as they did before. you hear your boyfriend’s breath hitch, earning a sly smile from you. hajime casts a glance at the clock on your bedside table. 7:06 AM. before he can gather his thoughts about work, you grind your hips against his once, a soft moan leaving his lips.

“fuck,” he huffs under, bucking his hips up.

“hajime... i want you,” you moan, your hips picking up a rhythm against his slightly hardened cock.

his hands start to guide your hips against his, his clothed cock grinding against where you need it most. while you were only in his tshirt, he was clad in his boxers, a groan leaving his mouth as he stops you.

"hajimeee," you whine, trying to move your hips to grind onto him as he swears under his breath.

"shit- hold on princess-"

he lifts one of your legs, having you move over so he can slide his boxers off. his cock springs free, your eyes slightly widening at how hard he is already.

"don't keep me waiting pretty girl. i have to leave in 20."

you swing your leg over, hovering over your boyfriends tip. you take a shallow breath, preparing to sink down when hajime grips your hips, nails leaving light crescents in the soft skin. it was too late for you to realize what he was gonna do when he roughly pushed you down onto his throbbing cock. you let out a strangled moan and he hisses, groaning shortly after and holding one of your hands resting on his bare chest.

"fuck baby you're still tight after last night huh?" hajime grumbles lowly, letting you adjust.

your walls flutter around his throbbing cock, your eyes squeezing shut at the stimulation and thoughts of hajime holding you close last night, fucking you as if there were no tomorrow.

"y-yes," you whimper, biting your lip as your boyfriend slightly moves to adjust. "h-hajime.. please...."

"use your words pretty girl," hajime croons, gazing at you in his shirt that completely drowns you. "i wanna hear you loud and clear~"

"please. please fuck me hajime."

"hmmm... what was that?"

you whine at your boyfriend's teasing demeanor. he's not one to tease but now that he is you find yourself whining and wanting to beg more and more.

"fuck me with your cock daddy, please."

you're taken aback when hajime thrusts up into you, his cock already hitting your sweet spot. and while you thought you could prepare for the next thrust, you realized hajime was not stopping. his feet were planted on the bed as he fucked up into you and you took your hands off of his chest, arching your back and leaning back to put your hands on his thighs.

“so pretty, creaming on my cock so early in the morning, princess,” hajime nearly growls, suddenly stopping his pistoning hips.

you cry out, your walls clenching around your boyfriend’s half-sheathed cock hungrily. hajime sits up, leaning back against the headboard, pushing you down onto his cock during the process. your mewls and whimpers make him moan, leaning forward to kiss you. your lips move against his feverishly, hands moving to cup his face.

you’re so entranced in the kiss that you don’t sense hajime’s calloused hands reaching up your shirt to run his thumbs over your hardened nipples. you mewl loudly, one of your hands coming up to cover your mouth. hajime chuckles lowly, making you clench around him again. he tuts a bit, lifting the big tshirt over your head.

“there’s no use in staying quiet now pretty girl,” hajime tells you quietly, taking a moment to suck on your left nipple while lightly pinching the right. you mewl again, prompting hajime to hum against your breast. he lifts his head up, left hand going from your hip to play with your clit. “the whole neighborhood can hear you now, you don’t have to hide your lewd noises~”

with his hands roaming all over you, one focused on your clit and the other on your nipple, you throw your head back and bite back a moan.

“h-hajime-“ he stops all movement, reaching up to grab your chin to make you look him in the eye.

“address me correctly pretty girl,” he lowly grumbles, his left hand gripping your hip again.

“... daddy... please, please.. i want your fat cock, please. t‘so big daddy.”

you sigh, hands going to grip his shoulders as he lets a low, guttural groan leave his mouth.

“you’re asking me so nicely princess, i’ll have to breed you nicely hm??”

with both hands on your hips, hajime bounces you on his cock, watching your tits bounce with your movements. your mouth is wide open, wanton moans echoing against the walls.

“fuck, fuck, daddy cum inside, cum inside-!” you moan, moving yourself to meet hajime’s cock.

he quickly stops you again, fucking up into you quickly while wrapping his arms around you. you reach for his back, scratching and gripping while moaning loudly.

you feel your orgasm approaching, your whines and pants growing louder than the sound of skin slapping. hajime follows suit, his moans echoing off the walls as he holds you close and fucks up into you harder. the knot in your stomach grows, the veins on your boyfriend’s fat cock running along your walls with each thrust and making you moan his name like a mantra.

“m’so close daddy, please. h-hajime cum inside, cum inside!! i want your babies, please-!”

“gonna cum on my fat cock princess?? cum with me.”

“yes!! fuck, daddy, i’m cu-cumming!!”

with hajime nipping on your neck and thrusting sloppily up into your sopping heat at a quick pace, you cry out lewdly while cumming on his cock, burying your face in his neck while fisting the hair on the back of his head. he thrusts once more, moaning into your shoulder and stilling once he feels ropes of his hot cum spurting onto your walls.

“fuck... you hold my cum so well pretty girl,” hajime pants into your ear, his breath shaking.

silence rings in the air with exhausted pants coming from you and hajime, the two of you still. hajime’s cock softens, making you hum and nuzzle his neck.

“shit.. i’m late for practice,” hajime groans, peppering kisses from your shoulder up to your jaw.

“mm.... stay home today?” you muse, molding yourself to him. “so warm.”

hajime chuckles, rubbing your back and kissing your head.

“i can’t, beautiful, i have to go because the game’s tomorrow,” he tells you.

with a whine, you sit up, looking at your boyfriend with puppy eyes.

“but daddy~” you coo, shimmying your hips against his. hajime groans, shaking his head and kissing you.

“later baby, i promise. i’ll fill you up even more hm?”

“y-yes daddy.” you slightly clench despite feeling overstimulated and your boyfriend takes note of this.

“we were just getting started last night baby. i wanna make sure i breed you well enough to have our babies yeah?”

and in this moment, you nod, gazing at your boyfriend dreamily at the thought of starting a family with him. you relax around him, stomach feeling warm. with a kiss to your temple, hajime hums, hands gently caressing your skin as he whispers sweet words to you.

#I AM SO SORRY FOR THE BAD ENDING.#i will hopefully improve :’)#also u will see breeding more on this blog too.. whoops #aoba johsai #seijoh #iwaizumi #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime #aoba johsai smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #seijoh smut

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holylulusworld · 3 years

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Two Barbarians (3)

Title: Two Barbarians (3)

Square Filled for @spnabobingo (Round 6): Overprotective alpha

Ship: Alpha(Prince)!Dean Winchester x Omega(Princess)!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Grandmother Millie

Rating: Mature

Summary: Dean is determined to make you see you’re his omega.

Warnings: angst, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, true mates, comforting, fluff, overprotective alpha, light oral (fem rec), mentions of oral (male rec), implied smut, mentions of knotting, implied claiming, cuddling & snuggling, possessive alpha, coming in pants (untouched)

Word Count: 2,2k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

<< Part 2

One week before the wedding, …

“Dean, it feels odd,” you whimper, feeling his tongue lap at your exposed sex. He moans against you, smirking when your hands snap toward his head to tug at his hair. “My Prince, are you sure we are allowed to do this before our wedding night?”

“My love, you are so sweet down there,” he purrs. “You taste like heaven, sweetheart. Now let me touch you again. I want to make you feel so good. Don’t you like it?”

“I like it a lot,” you bite your lower lip. “It feels so good when you touch my petals,” heat creeps into your cheeks when Dean’s tongue flick your sensitive nub. “But I don’t want anyone else to touch me like that.”

“No one will dare to touch my omega,” Dean’s head snaps upward and you can see possessiveness in his emerald orbs. “Only I can touch you down there or anywhere, my little skunk.”

“Please, don’t stop,” whining you look down your body. “Dean, can I touch you too tonight? I want to touch your manhood, please.”

“Sweetheart,” he purrs, slowly crawling up your body. You can feel his arousal press against your slicked sex, and you know, he wants you as much as you yearn to give yourself to him. “Only one week left. You can touch me as much as you want to in not a week.”

“One of the ladies said I should take your knot in my mouth,” you blur out. “Do you want me to?” innocently glancing at Dean you move your hand to his swelling length. “This feels so hard, my prince. I could help you and use my tongue and lips.”

“My love,” a throaty purr leaves your lips when Dean burrows his face in your neck to inhale your scent. “Please don’t make me weak. If you don’t stop, I claim and knot you tonight and no one is going to stop me.”

“Why didn’t you claim me during my heat?” you whisper. “Why giving me herbs to suppress it? I wanted you to make me yours.”

“Rowena offered her help, and I took the chance to get to know you better before I knot, claim and make love to you,” Dean nuzzles your cheek, moaning when you grasp for him, roughly pressing the alpha to your heated body, hips rocking against Dean’s crotch.

“My prince, uh—your pants are wet,” you giggle. “Is this normal, Dean? I mean, are you hurt or sick?”

“I just came in my pants,” he sighs deeply. His cheeks shades of pink he looks down at you. “I couldn’t stop my manhood from wanting you.”

“OH! Did you knot your pants?” he laughs, shaking his head at your question. “What? Don’t you knot an omega all the time?”

“Most of the time we only use our manhood, my little skunk,” Dean pecks your lips, nibbling at your lower lip. “Alphas knot their omega during heats, our ruts, or when we mate for the first time.”

“Not for fun?”

“Naughty little skunk,” pressing his lips to your mating gland he moans. “You taste so good, Y/N. One more week and I’ll show you my knot.”

“Is it big? Lady Lisa said an alpha must have a big knot to satisfy his omega,” you shyly glance at Dean, chewing on your lower lip.

“I got the biggest knot you’ll ever see,” nodding you smile up at your alpha. “I’m gonna fill you with my pups and show everyone I stole my arch-nemesis daughter’s heart.”

“Slow, sweetheart,” Dean holds your hand, carefully helps you move down the stairs. “We don’t want you to stumble and fall again. My little skunk is a clumsy omega.”

“I’m not clumsy,” you protest. “I was in a hurry, scared and heartbroken.” You sniffle, looking around the throne room. “Is she really gone? I don’t want to see her again.”

“No one is going to hurt you,” he whispers in your ear. “Everyone knows you are my chosen omega. You believe me, right.”

“You didn’t threaten to put me in the dungeon lately,” Dean smirks when you squeeze his hand a little tighter. “And you didn’t yell at me.”

“I tried to tame my temper for you, sweetheart. I can’t promise to always be patient, but I’ll try my best. Promised.”

“Will you,” leaning closer to Dean to whisper the words you press his hand to your heart, “do this thing with your tongue again too? I like it a lot, my prince.”

“Son, we need to talk about a few things before the wedding,” John whispers, jabbing his thumb over his left shoulder. “Your grandmother is about to change everything again. Please, help your king out.”

“I can’t leave my omega all alone,” Dean wraps his arm tightly around your shoulders. “She could get hurt again! I need to stay by her side all the time.”

“Dean, you didn’t leave your bride’s side for over a month. She can barely breathe without you worrying,” laughing at your pained expression John looks you all over. “She looks healthy and happy. Let your grandmother tell her about the new musicians and food. We can talk about the hunt to honor your wedding.”

“I can’t—” Dean snarls at his father, immediately shoving you behind his back. “No one is getting close to my omega. Stay away from Y/N.”

“Something wrong?” Sam cocks his head to glance at you behind his brother’s back. “Why are you hiding Y/N behind your back? Is she sick or scared?”

“Hands off my omega, Sammy,” Dean threatens, finger poking his brother’s chest. “You looked at her too often for my liking. She’s my omega, my chosen bride.”

“Dean, I was just worried about her. Did you forget you threatened to put her in the dungeon?” furrowing his brows Sam looks at his brother. “What? Got nothing to say?”

“Back then she was just the enemy’s daughter,” Dean growls when Sam dares to get closer to you. “Now she’s my bride and omega. Don’t get any closer.”

“Sam,” John holds his youngest son back. “Dean’s scent just got stronger. I think he’s close to his rut and it’s not a good idea to get too close to his omega right now. Give him a bit of time.”

“She’s mine,” before you can protest Dean scoops you into his arms to run away with you. “I dare you to even look at her!”

Three days before the wedding,…

“Son, this is not—” watching Dean cover your body with his larger frame John sighs deeply. Your alpha placed almost all of his clothes on the bed, wrapped you into a warm blanket before he caged you with his body. “Don’t suffocate your omega.”

“I need to keep her save,” Dean grumbles. He looks you all over again, checks every part of you before he lies on the bed, waiting for you to curl in his side. “I don’t want you to get closer. This is my omega and our nest.”

“He’s so protective,” you purr, nuzzling your alpha’s neck, rubbing his scent onto your skin. “My king, you should leave us alone. I’ll try to calm him down, but I’m afraid it’s no use.”

“I got a sword and a dagger,” threatening his father Dean whips his head toward John. “She’s mine and I must keep close to me.”

“Dean, you got it bad for her,” laughing John slowly steps backward. “I just wanted to tell you everything is prepared for your wedding. You only need to attend the wedding.”

“We will,” one strong arm slings around your waistline and you squeak when Dean burrows his face in your neck to positively lick your mating gland.

“Dean, my prince,” you push against how shoulder feeling his erection press against your thigh. “ALPHA!”

“Soon you are mine,” he hums to himself, licking your untouched mating gland. “I won’t let anyone get close to you ever again. My omega, my princess.”

“Maybe I should hide in the dungeon for the time being,” sighing deeply you rest your head against Dean’s shoulder. “I will sleep now, alpha. I promise to not run away.”

“If you hide in the dungeon, I’ll follow you,” Dean states, kissing your neck. “Sleep, I’ll watch over you and make sure no one touches what’s mine.”

“Goodnight, Dean,” pressing your lips to his chin you smile. “I feel safe with you, alpha. But you need sleep to my prince. Promise to sleep a bit.”

“Promised,” Dean lies but you are too tired to argue tonight. “Maybe in the morning after you woke.”

Wedding Day, ...

Dean circles his father and brother like prey snarls now and then before he starts to pace around the altar. “What if anything happens to her while I’m not with her? I will kill anyone touching her!”

“Son, that is enough!” John’s voice echoes through the church. “Your chosen bride is safe with the maids. Three knights guard the room and will accompany her to the church. Nothing is going to happen to her.”

“Brother, look—” Dean stops in his tracks when the doors to the church opens and everyone gets up from their seats to watch you walk down the aisle.

Grandmother Millie, John’s mother, leads you down the aisle, smiling wildly when Dean purrs low in his throat the moment you take his offered hand.

“You look beautiful, my little skunk,” you giggle when Dean whispers the words in your ear before he pecks your cheek.

“It’s your grandmother’s dress,” smiling at your groom you let him hold your hand tightly. Dean breaks all rules. He doesn’t follow the protocol for a royal wedding. He simply holds your hand, not wanting to let go of you.

“Only your beauty makes it look like a dream,” Dean roams your body with his eyes, smiling at you. You are wearing Millie’s wedding gown. It’s a ruby, long, form-fitting gown with a wide neckline, long sleeves, and gold embroidery.

You wish you could listen to the priest’s words, but all you can do is to look into Dean’s eyes. There is adoration and love in those mysterious orbs, and you wonder if he looked a girl like that before.

While your heart beats faster the longer you look at Dean, you forget about the wedding and that people are watching you and the prince.

“My prince, you must take your vows now,” the priest tuts, and Grandmother Millie chuckles. “We are all waiting for you.”

Listening to Dean’s vows you whimper silently. Instead of facing the priest, he looks at you all the time.

“—for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to death us depart,” he ends, looking at you, expectantly. “Your turn,” Dean whispers and you try to remember the words. “I’m here with you my love.”

Dean couldn’t leave the feast fast enough. He almost ran toward the chamber the maids prepared for your wedding night.

“Dean, slow down!”

“I finally got permission to touch you,” he purrs, smirking when you start to squirm in his hold. “Lemme bring you to our chamber and make you my omega. That’s all I want, my little skunk.”

“No more dungeon?”

“No more dungeon, sweetheart. Only our chamber and later, a warm and safe nest,” he kisses you softly, moaning when you wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, my barbarian. Now make me yours...”

“How does it feel?” Dean licks over the mark he left on your neck. “Does it hurt? Do you need anything?”

“It feels odd,” you feel the heat creep into your cheeks again when Dean shifts his hips and his knot twitches deep inside of you. “I read the books but didn’t think it will stay inside almost all night.”

“Did I hurt you? You felt pleasure…right?” worriedly kissing your hair Dean sighs when you do not answer his questions.

“Twice—” whispering the words you look over your shoulder to face your alpha. “At least I think it was twice. It could’ve been more.”

“That’s good,” puffing his chest Dean gives you a dirty grin. “My knot will fade soon, and we can sleep a bit. I don’t want you to be tired in the morning.”

“I liked it, my prince. Can we do this more often?” a deep growl leaves Dean’s throat and you squeak when he buries his face in your neck to bite you playfully. “Your knot, it’s big.”

“We will do it every night if you want us to,” he smirks when you squirm in his hold. “Or more often.”

“Every night,” Dean wraps his arms tightly around your body to keep you warm.

The winter is close and he feels it in his bones, it will be a dark and cold time. But with you by his side, he’ll never be cold again.

“Everyone waits for us to confirm we are expecting my heir, Y/N. I must knot and make love to you every night.”

“You are a liar,” you tut. “I know you only want to lie with me again. I see the hunger in your eyes, alpha.”

“Well, my love,” he nips at your neck, “I’m a barbarian after all. And now that you are in my arms and wear my mark. You are a barbarian too…”

“I love being yours, Dean. I love you, my barbarian…”

“I love you too, my little skunk.”

THE END...

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#Two Barbarians #spnabobingo #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean x omega!reader #alpha!dean x omegareader #Alpha!Dean x PrincessReader #prince dean #royal au #a/b/o

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seacottons · 3 years

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[ idol!au ] — ateez x 7/11 employee reader

notes: this is so fucking stupid i'm cackling. some are based on their vlogs : minkiway, achallenz, ateezlog, and 1day vlog.

— hongjoong

"Let's get the strawberry yogurt smoothie."

"But we already got too many custard and pudding cups?"

"Do you want San to mope for the next two days?"

"No?"

"Alright then. So, get the yogurt smoothie."

You hear the commotion and bickering before even spotting the two, a faint smile finding itself onto your features. You most definitely weren't eavesdropping. Their bickering was audible throughout the entire expanse of the small store, and you finally peered up from organizing the display of flavored gum to spot the smaller of the two give the taller an exasperated expression.

"You know I don't like spicy! Why would you even suggest that, you bum?"

"You asked for my opinion, Joong," Seonghwa rolls his eyes, gaze locking with yours in the process. A knowing smile crawls its way onto his visage for a brief second, before it's replaced with a faux look of concern, "Oh! Y/n! Why don't you suggest something new for Hongjoong to try out?"

At the sound of your name being called, the smaller male stiffens considerably, hand nearly loosening around the packet of kimbap in his hands. With a suspicious glare, his head instantly snaps to his friend, who in return sent a friendly smile towards you. Seonghwa nearly laughed at the flustered male in his peripheral vision, before nodding in acknowledgment towards you once you made yourself towards the aisle. Hongjoong helplessly watched as you conversed with Seonghwa, your laughter ringing in his ears like soft, melodious chimes.

The tips of Hongjoong's ears burned red, his hand subconsciously reaching up several times to tussle his tresses and hide the obvious signs of his infatuation and nervousness. Seonghwa's eyes glimmered with mischief as they briefly darted to eye his sweating comrade.

"I really like this one," you picked up a warm pack of the spicy cheese kimbap to offer them a look, your eyes flickering to Hongjoong immediately, "But you don't like anything spicy, right Hong-"

"I'll take it!"

Seonghwa merely casts him a look of surprise, and Hongjoong almost stutters as the taller scrutinizes him. Was he that obvious?

"I've actually been enjoying spicy food for the past few weeks," he claims defensively, shoulders straightening and frame subconsciously leaning towards your own as he quickly picks up a conversation with you, cheeks red and lips tugged up into a jaw-breaking smile.

When the two step out of the small convenience store, plastic bags in hand, Seonghwa waste no millisecond to address the elephant in the room, tone complacent and all.

"You're whipped."

— seonghwa

You stare at the blue cart filled to the brim with yogurt cups, and you give the tall male a puzzled look. You were accustomed to having the eight men from upstairs purchase an abundance of food, from dried goods to ready-to-eat meals, but this was new.

"Seonghwa, is this really for all eight of you? Just.. yogurt," you mused curiously, hesitant hands reaching towards the yogurt cups to begin scanning and bagging them.

"Yes and no," he offers a soft smile, hands reaching towards the number candle display, rolling it to the side in search of the desired numbers. He places a number 2 and 3 onto the counter, and you're even more confused than before, "It's for Hongjoong's cake. His birthday is today."

"Then why do you need the yogurt?"

"The yogurt is the cake."

Your lips form a silent 'oh' as you nodded absentmindedly. The two of you share a moment of silence, before your shared laughter erupts throughout the convenience store.

"How thoughtful of you, Hwa," you drawl out teasingly, gaze unwavering from his chiseled face, "That's cute. I bet he'll love it."

Seonghwa nods silently, a polite smile brightening his features as he helps you with the items and bags, insisting he'll pack up the yogurt while you scan. He had a habit of always needing to help and making sure he wasn't being too much of a bother. His head snaps up once you call his name for nth time, and a faint dusting of pink blooms on his facial features as he meets your gaze, "Oh. Sorry, did you call me?"

You giggle lightheartedly as you finalize the amount of his purchase, eyes curiously meeting his, "If you were to pick a non-traditional birthday cake, what would it be?"

"Ah, tteokbokki," he states without a second to lose, eyes sparkling underneath the fluorescent lights of the store, "it will definitely be tteokbokki."

"When the time comes, I'll gladly make you a tteokbokki birthday cake," you accept the cash from his hands, before closing the cash register with a bump of your hip, hands working on tying the two plastic bags filled with yogurt cups, "I mean- of course, if you don't mind that is?"

A bashful smile nearly breaks his face into two as he accepts the bags, hands purposefully brushing against your knuckles a second too long as he nearly laughs in amusement at your nervous smile, "I'd love that, Y/n."

— yunho

You wrap the damp rag around your lithe finger to wipe around the buttons and crevices of the dusty cash register. Once it was practically sparkling, you decided to wipe away at the glass fridge displays, roughly rubbing the stubborn fingerprints that remained on the surface.

The doorbell chimed, and from where you stood, you were unable to see the customer that had just walked in. The sound of a group of males pierced the silence of the store, along with the rumbling of the vending machines in the corner. Nevertheless, you called out with a warm welcome and hastily wiped the last of the few glass doors. Your co-worker was supposed to be here minutes ago, while you were slaving around cleaning the place all on your own and dealing with customers simultaneously.

Removing your gloves, you internally grumbled at the fact your co-worker was late from lunch for the third time this same week. Stomping your way towards the cash register you failed to remember to add a wet-floor sign onto the area you had just mopped, utterly forgetting about the whole ordeal as you made yourself to the front of the store. As you turned the corner, your sneakers skidded loudly against the slippery tiles, your frame instantly thrown off balance as a clipped yelp left your mouth, hands bracing in front of your face to shield it from any damage.

It took a few seconds for you to realize a pair of arms were secured around your waist, and you silently gaped at the male above you with a stupefied expression.

Of course, it had to be him.

The very same man you've been crushing on for a few months now. The very same man who worked three stories above you.

Yunho was so graceful for someone so tall.

"Oh, thanks," he laughed in amusement at your shocked expression, your hands reaching up to clamp around your mouth in horror, "Are you okay though? You... uh, you should put a wet-floor sign. Wouldn't want anyone suing you for falling, now would you?"

Heaven knows you were never more thankful for your co-worker being late again than ever before. You were so close to him, you can practically smell the cologne sprayed on his neck.

"No! No, of course not! I'll get it right away!"

When you scurry from his arms and to the back to rummage in the closet, Wooyoung's voice and laughter ring out loudly behind you.

"But you fall harder every time we come here! Just sue Y/n alread—" a muffled sound of a punch and a loud squeal of pain followed suit, "Ow! Hulk hands! What was that for!?"

— yeosang

In the late hours of the evening, you found yourself guiding Yeosang through the aisles of the convenience store for a mission he had to complete for a series they were filming. When you spotted no cameras around, you sighed in relief.

"You know you're cheating, right?" You ask as the male crouches down to examine the array of rice balls and other food on display.

"There are no cameras here. No one will know."

You pause momentarily to glance at the security camera nestled in the corner, before rolling your eyes and crouching next to him to aid him in his task. This isn't an uncommon occurrence. Yeosang has come down to the store numerous times to grab items for the vlogs he filmed. One time it was utensils and a bowl, and the other time was an abundance of gummy bears.

"I can't believe you're making me do this for you," you laugh in disbelief as he stands to watch you look around for a particular item.

"You know what my members like more than I do," he muses with a soft smile, "they practically live here."

"Yeosang," you called out with a quirk of your brow, "you live with them. If anyone's capable, it's you."

"I know. I still need your help though."

You internally sigh and get to work, not that you minded in the slightest. Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest the moment he stepped foot inside the store.

"The guys usually get this pack of ramyun almost every visit, along with this rice ball," you arrange the food in his cart, before dragging him into another aisle, "We also got this new shipment of honey rice cakes- I'm sure Seonghwa will like them. He usually prefers the older types of snacks. Wait. Do you need Mingi's diarrhea medicine too?" You joke with a lighthearted laugh.

Yeosang gives you a grimace, and his judging eyes study you for a second too long that has your neck and ears heating up rapidly, "No, Y/n. Mingi's digestive system is doing just fine now.."

Yeosang nods absentmindedly as he's dragged to and fro from one aisle to the next, unable to focus on the words that come flying rapidly from your mouth "..And Hongjoong always tries new potato chips every time he visits, but these are his favorite, I can tell. San likes anything sweet. If there's no more yogurt smoothies left, just get a chocolate bar."

You peer at Yeosang who remained silent the entire time, his unfocused gaze trained on you. With a snap of your fingers in front of his face, he startles at the sudden sound, eyes wide and darting rapidly in confusion, "Oh! Sorry, Y/n. I got distracted there. Did you say something?"

"Cute," you laugh airily at his flustered expression, thumb jutting behind you towards the drink display, "I almost forgot the most important item- coke! You guys are the reason it's always out of stock here."

Taking a look at the clock above the door, you gawp in disbelief as you wait for the male to fish out his wallet, "Yeo, you've been here for the past half hour. They're going to think you got lost."

"No, that's alright," Yeosang mumbles as he hands you a sufficient amount of cash for the items, eyes looking anywhere but your face, "We should do this again sometime."

"Hm," you glance back up at him questioningly, "Sure. Whenever your next challenge is, I suppose. I don't mind helping."

He reaches up to awkwardly scratch his neck, lips pressing together into a firm line before he has the courage to meet your eyes and reply, "Oh- no. I meant.. on our own free time. No challenge. Just us two. Hanging out? Buying snacks?"

You almost stumble over yourself at his words, hands clammy and face burning. Nodding subtly, you fail to realize the goofy, flirtatious smile settling on your face as you hand him the receipt.

"Challenge accepted."

— san

"And they said it tastes like toothpaste! Can you believe them?"

You reached out to pat a hand onto the taller male's back in a caring manner, nodding when he asked you how ridiculous the other members' statements were.

"Yes, of course," you console him as you carefully organized the new shipment of chocolate bars on display, allowing the male to vent to you in the aisles of the convenience store he frequently visited from upstairs. He's also been trying to persuade you to join his mint chocolate cult for the past two weeks now.

"Mint chocolate doesn't taste like toothpaste! Toothpaste tastes like mint chocolate," San brushes a hand through his pink locks, eyeing you for a reply in agreement. You think he only came down here not only to vent, but to also fuel his ego by finding another person to agree with his statements and judge his friends' taste in food- other than Mingi, of course, "don't you agree?"

You nearly laugh at the awaiting gaze that overtakes his features. He was very serious about this topic, so it was safe to assume his older friends bashed the flavor to the point San took it almost personally, "Yes, San. For the hundredth time, mint and chocolate are the perfect pair. They're like.. peanut butter and jelly. Cheese and corn. Strawberries and bananas. And-"

"Me and you."

You think you hear wrong as he quickly dashes towards the ice cream freezer to grab a handful of mint chocolate ice cream pints.

"What?"

"Hm?" he has the audacity to tilt his head in amusement, eyes practically twinkling with mischief, "What's the matter, Y/n?"

How dare he fluster you like this. Your jaw is slack as he walks back over to you with the same, bright smile and dimple on display. The words nearly die in your throat as he looms over you with a look of mock curiosity and innocence, "N-nothing, uh- do you want me to check you out?"

"You're more than welcome to anytime, Y/n. No need to ask."

His smile stretches in amusement as your eyes widen in shock. He knew what he was doing to you. You choked out a response, nodding your head as you made yourself over to the register counter.

Once placing the ice cream pints and eight plastic spoons in the bag, you handed it to the bubblegum haired male, whose eyes crinkled happily, "No need to be shy, Y/n. Sometimes, all you need is," he reached over to press the tip of your nose back with the pad of his finger, "encourage-mint."

His laughter rung like the bell chime that signaled his departure, and before he turned the corner to go back to the entertainment building upstairs, he sent you a quick and mischievous wink.

— mingi

The steam from your ramyun cup swirled up to meet the cold air as you sat alone in front of the convenience store for your lunch break. You watched as people scuttled through the streets in an attempt to avoid the light misting of rain. The cup of steaming noodles helped warm your hands though, and the store awning provided enough shelter from the rain.

Taking a generous amount of noodles in your mouth, you slightly wince at the searing temperature on your lips.

"Y/n? What're you doing out here?"

A voice caught your attention, and your head snaps up to meet the eyes of the well-dressed male standing nearby with a to-go bag in hand. You stare with stuffed cheeks and wide eyes, quickly ducking your head to drop the remaining noodles hanging from your lips back into the steaming cup. You don't know why he's asking a question like that. He, along with the others, have numerously visited the store or were nearby when you were on your lunch break. Even Yunho memorized your lunch schedule throughout the week.

"Mingi! Hi-" you cough out suddenly, hand quickly reaching up to wipe the sauce from your lips. He makes his way over to where you're sitting, before plopping beside you and proceeding to open the bag in his hands. You give him a questioning look, and when he feels his eyes on you, he turns to you with a smile.

"You don't mind if I eat lunch with you, yeah?" He snaps his chopsticks apart and gives you a hopeful look, "You just seem all bored and lonely by yourself."

You stare flabbergasted at his words, before shaking your head almost too quickly after a moment of silence. You didn't mind the lack of company actually, but Mingi was too sweet for you to deny, "No, of course not. But it's okay, you don't have to-"

"One doesn't let their friend eat all alone," he simpers, before eyeing his styrofoam box and thrusting it in front of you, "Here! You should try some barbecue eel. It's perfect for this kind of weather."

The two of you spent the next half hour conversing and stuffing your mouths full of food he had gotten from his mother's restaurant. His eyes sparkled once you complimented his mother's cooking skills, and a contagious smile found itself on his visage as you asked for the name of the place. He slurped another strand of noodle into his mouth before boisterously replying with a raised brows and a bright smile.

"I'll see if I'll have time this weekend to visit it," you accepted the napkin he offered you to wipe your mouth, before crumbling it and tidying up the area. He stands to discard the empty boxes of food and bags before checking the time on his phone.

"I'd love to spend more time with you, but Hongjoong will have my ass if I don't go back in time," he laughs loudly while dusting his clothes to rid himself of any fallen crumb, "Oh! Here's a card for my mother's restaurant! I always carry some with me wherever I go."

You accepted it with a grateful smile, brows knitting in confusion at the numbers scribbled on the corner of the small business card, "Oh, there's a number here? Is it their new number?"

"It's mine," he says while patting your head with a cheeky smile, "Next time, we should eat together there— where it's warm and not out here in the freezing cold."

You gape in awe at him, face flushing almost immediately. Mingi smiles, internally reminding himself to thank Yunho for the idea later.

— wooyoung

"Y/n! I can't believe you betrayed me like this!?"

Peeking your head up curiously, you quirked a brow in the direction of the heaving male, "What are you talking about?"

You place the last stack of cash into the register before closing it shut. The display of candy near the register needed organizing, and you sigh to yourself before you begin working on it. His friends stand outside, in front of the store, conversing amongst each other as they waited for him to finish grabbing 'something extremely important'.

Your friend nearly reached over the counter to shake you by your shoulders with an exasperated cry of anguish, "You told me you'll save me at least one of the BTS cold brew bottles! They're all sold out! Again!"

Oh. Of course that was the problem.

You roll your eyes at his dramatic rant, elbows resting onto the counter as you leaned forward teasingly. You were grateful no one else was in the store while Wooyoung had his meltdown. He would've probably frightened them anyway.

"I told you when the new shipment comes in to save me each version of them!"

"Wooyoung- it's just canned americano. We have plenty more brands to tr-"

"No! It has BTS on the packaging!" He explains quickly, "Don't you realize it's a godsend to have packaged food and drinks with their faces on it!?"

"You're going to throw the packaging away anyway! What's the point?" Your unimpressed face studies his in confusion. Internally, you smile to yourself at his frustrated tone. You love to rile him up.

When you were met with silence, you scrunched your nose in distaste, arms crossing in front of your chest defensively. He looks a bit flustered at your gaze, shoulders shrugging silently.

"Gross! Wooyoung, were you seriously planning on keeping and collecting them? Aren't you overdoing it?"

He lets out an indignant squawk and pins you with a pointed stare, which you returned with a blank blinking of your eyes.

"I don't tell you how to live."

Rolling your eyes, you turn to rummage through your bag tucked beneath the counter, before fishing out two cans of the americano. Wooyoung's eyes open wide in astonishment.

"You're lucky I remembered. My manager only let me buy two."

"Y/n?" He scrambles to the counter to take a good look at the cans, before he finds himself tugging you forward by your head with a loud cry of excitement, to which you groaned in protest, "I knew it! I knew you wouldn't let me down!"

Your face flushes at the close proximity and when the bell chimes signaling a new customer, your heart drops to your stomach in fright. You did not need anyone witnessing this. Wooyoung's grip was relentless as he squeezed your cheeks together and continued to praise you for being the most trustworthy person he knows.

"Wooyoung, how many times have I told you harassing someone isn't the way to express your feelings," Hongjoong's annoyed voice calls out from the front.

— jongho

You attempted to remain inconspicuous as you huddled over your phone over the counter, eyes glued onto the screen displaying the current live video. You swore you could hear their rackety footsteps and shouts from three stories below. You wouldn't be surprised if one of them came crashing down from the ceiling one day. An infatuated sigh and droopy smile tugged at your lips as you leaned your cheek against your palm.

A few minutes later, you had to mute your phone to attend a customer ( because heaven knows how loud and rowdy they get when they're all together. And you didn't need their argument about butts to blast out throughout the store ). To your displeasure, another few came strolling in. You wanted to groan in frustration at their impeccable timing. Of course, Ateez would start a live during your shift, and of course customers came flocking in as if the convenience store was suddenly a magnet.

By now, you've missed a good portion of the live, and some of the customers gave you wary looks as you trembled to hastily bag every item they purchased. You nearly ripped the register out in the process of your haste.

You thought it was finally the last of the burdensome customers, when a handful of bags of chips, ice cream pints, and ramyun cups were placed onto the counter. Sighing subtly, you glance up to give the customer a fake smile, only to gape as the male across from you has his eyes set onto your phone screen.

You feel the force of heat rush to your face like a volcano spitting out molten magma, and with a noise between a strangled gasp and cry, your hand quickly slams on top of your phone to shield the screen and hopefully save the last bit of dignity left in your system. You gripped it against your chest with a panicked grin, and his eyes flickered down and then back up to meet your own.

The last thing you wanted was for the boys to know you keep tab of their activities and projects. You were just supposed to be the friendly clerk downstairs. You muster up the energy to not feel too affected by the questioning stare the other is giving you.

"Well," the male chuckles at your perplexed and flustered expression, "I've caught you red handed, Y/n."

Your smile falters at the accusation.

"It's not what it looks like. It just popped up from my notifications- I wasn't even-"

"Hey, hey!" He suddenly quips playfully, arms out in front of him in defense, "No need to be so defensive. So, I take it you were lying when you said you weren't an Atiny?"

Your silence was a dead giveaway, and his smile only grew wider as you attempted to shrink into yourself.

"Who's your bias?" He tried again, and you laughed it off, quickly changing the topic by asking him how many napkins and spoons he needed for the ice cream. He reached a hand up to brush the red bangs from his eyes, before looming over the register a bit suspiciously. When your head snaps up to give him a look of confusion, his attention is suddenly drawn to the gas medicine displayed on the counter. You sigh in relief as you hand him the bags before wishing him a good rest of the day.

"Y/n?"

Before he bid you farewell from the door, he waved a hand up, mischievous smile plying at his lips, "Nice photocard you have there on your phone."

Your eyes glance down immediately to your device resting on the counter, breath leaving your lungs in embarrassment as the same red-head smiles back at you from your phone. Jongho's laughter can still be heard from outside even with the door shut, and you suddenly wish the floor will swallow you up to save the remaining crumb of dignity you had left.

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neonthewrite · 3 years

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Washed Up Winchesters 4

The mission goes on! Jacob is just happy to be included.

Cowritten with @nightmares06, the writer behind the @brothersapart multiverse!

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Read Time ~10 minutes

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Jacob had spent much of his time walking the fields outside the city since finding the sodden pair. The livestock minded him less and less anymore, and keeping an eye on the herds gave him something to do. The moment Chase and Minnie had dragged the poor guys into the house to get them wrapped up and dry before they caught hypothermia, there was nothing more he could do to help.

When Minnie brought him news of their waking up, he was relieved. He'd thought he might be called back and tasked with carrying them to a hospital or something.

Now, after hearing Minnie's annoyed news that one of them ran off, he wondered if Chase had taken a chance to explain things. Probably not.

He heard Chase's argument by the tree out front. He didn't see the other guy, hiding as he was near the trunk, not until he'd moved closer.

Then, of course, he recognized a gun for what it was. Tiny, perhaps, but it would be just as deadly to the miniature people he'd been surrounded by since he washed up on Lilliput's shore.

"Hey!" he blurted, twitching forward. One hand braced on the ground to avoid falling over, and the other swept down towards Chase. Huge fingers curled around the small Lilliputian, forming a wall between the tiny pair. Chase was safe, barricaded in a small alcove created by Jacob's hand.

Only a short distance from Chase, Dean jerked backwards to avoid the incoming hand. It was not reassuring to have it sweep close to him, and his mind interpreted it as coming right at him.

Before he realized that Jacob was just barricading Chase off, a person that Dean had no intention of being hostile towards, his finger twitched, and he fired his gun.

All it did was sputter, and only then did Dean remember that he, and everything he owned, had been recently dunked in the ocean, rendering the gun totally useless.

In the pause that followed, Jacob stared at Dean with a shocked look. He’d been fully prepared to take a tiny bullet from that gun, and didn’t know how to proceed once that plan failed. He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again.

Chase, however, was neither silent nor still for long. He shoved against Jacob’s hand with all the strength he had, and though Jacob wasn’t affected by it, he hesitantly uncoiled his hand partway for Chase to stumble out again. “Dude, seriously? You were gonna shoot him?!”

"I thought he was gonna grab me!" Dean shot back defensively at Chase, fussing with the gun only to find the insides were still flooded. Useless. "And now we don't even have any silver bullets to stop the skinwalkers, since Sam's gear is in the exact same shape!"

Jacob drew his hand back slowly, very aware of the distrustful glances he was getting. As he did, Chase shook his head and sighed. "Guess you'll just have to let us help ya, then," the small Lilliputian announced. "And no more attacking Jacob."

"I don't really blame ya," Jacob muttered. Even crouched down and trying not to loom over the pair, he eclipsed the house behind him. "I promise not to grab, if that helps…"

Dean sent Jacob an annoyed glare as he put his gun back together, resolving to give it a full cleaning the moment they were free. The gun deserved better after the amount of times he’d used it, occasionally saving their lives or the lives of victims.

“Better not,” he griped, remembering how strange it had felt to wake up in giant hands after being tossed overboard. “The last thing I need is the newest giant getting in the way while we work…”

“Actually,” a voice interrupted Dean’s grumblings. “We’re going to need Jacob’s help for this.”

Sam came striding up, Minnie not far behind him. She had to move fast to keep up with Sam’s longer paces, and as they hurried over to join the others, Jacob’s hand twitched slightly, startled by their sudden appearance. He scanned the small crowd of four while Sam went on. “If we want to have a chance at getting to the docks on time, we’re going to need someone with longer legs.”

Dean bristled at the idea. “Help?! From them? They’re just a bunch of kids!”

“And we’re just some hunters that got tossed overboard, remember?” Sam reminded Dean sharply. “Without Jacob, you’d be stuck at the bottom of the ocean, finding out if mermaids exist or not.”

Dean just stubbornly crossed his arms. “Our disguises and paperwork were perfect,” he insisted.

“I was thinking about that, too,” Sam admitted. “It could just be that they… sniffed us out. If there were only skinwalkers on the ship, it didn’t matter how good your paperwork was.” Turning to Jacob, he tilted his head back to meet him in the eyes. “So? Are you in? We need to find out what they want before anyone else gets hurt.”

Jacob’s eyebrows drifted up and he glanced over the others in the group. He had no idea what they might be talking about. The first thing he heard after coming back to the house was an exasperated Minnie explaining that Dean (and, to even more of her annoyance, Chase) took off. Despite being able to outpace everyone in Lilliput without question, he could barely keep up with them sometimes.

He had to hope they’d explain things eventually.

“I mean, yeah,” he answered after his confused pause. He shifted slightly where he knelt, feeling awkward out there on the front lawn. “But I can’t walk through the whole shipyard or anything, there’s some spots I’m not allowed to be.”

“That’s fine,” Sam assured him. “If you can get us there fast, we can take care of the rest.” Turning towards Chase and Minnie, he held out his hands placatingly. “Look, I know it’s a lot to take in, but out there,” Sam waved distantly towards the horizon, “there are monsters.”

“We don’t have time for the whole spiel,” Dean interrupted. “But they’re as happy to kill you as look at you.”

“Me and my brother fight them,” Sam took over, trying not to let Dean’s gruff nature ruin what little camaraderie they had with the Lilliputians. “They’re not like your friend Jacob, or any other giant from the ocean, they’re far more dangerous because they can blend right in with you or me.”

Chase and Minnie exchanged a glance. His was amazed and confused, while hers was exasperated. Ever since Chase brought a giant home, it seemed like weird happenings followed. This was crazy. They couldn't outright deny the idea of monsters, not with a giant looming over the whole group, but the temptation was there.

"You mean, like, not just in Blefuscu?" Minnie finally said, cautious and reluctant to accept it.

Chase was practically enthusiastic about the news. "If there's monsters out there, why would they stick to just Blefuscu? Apparently they just hop on boats to get back and forth!"

Jacob frowned faintly. "And they toss people off boats," he murmured indignantly. It stuck with him that he'd nearly been too late to help Sam and Dean. "You think they're already ... infiltrated, or whatever?"

“We won’t know until we catch up to them,” Sam cautioned before Dean could jump in with his assumptions. “With their ship disembarking so fast, we only had a short time to infiltrate, and we got tossed off before we overheard any of their plans.”

“Anyway,” Dean said testily, “we need to get moving. Time’s wasting!”

Chase grinned. Minnie rolled her eyes at him. “You’re having too much fun with this, there’s actual monsters.” She crossed her arms as if it might deter her brother’s buoyant mood.

It didn’t. Chase tilted his head back and shielded his eyes from the sun. “You heard him, Jake! We gotta get going!”

Jacob wanted to agree with Minnie. If there were actual monsters out there, it seemed like they should be taking things more seriously. From the way Sam and Dean put it, people could already be hurt. Judging by how quick Dean was to pull weapons on him, these things could jump out at anyone at any time.

Still, he smiled faintly and scoffed. “I might just leave you guys waiting here,” he teased, even as he shifted one of his hands and moved it towards the small group, already turning it palm-up before it got to them.

Dean hesitated when the hand was there, larger than life and twice as strong. “I don’t know about this--”

Sam roughly shoved Dean’s shoulder, making him stumble onto Jacob’s hand before he could bring up even more protests. “Yeah, well this is what we’re doing,” he sassed his older brother. “Unless you suddenly have a better idea for how we’re going to catch up to the skinwalkers, just stay put and quit complaining.”

Chase and Minnie were next, though they gave Sam and Dean a few extra seconds to situate themselves. Even with twice the normal amount of people hitching a ride on his palm, Jacob still had plenty of room for them all. He held steady as Chase and Minnie stepped up, noting that they felt even lighter than usual compared to the newcomers.

“Alright, guys, no roughhousing,” Jacob instructed with a hopeful smile. “Won’t be long before we’re at the harbor.”

With the warning out of the way, the surface beneath the four tiny pairs of shoes tensed. Jacob’s fingers curled slightly, an extra precaution, as his hand rose into the air as steadily as he could. Luckily, he’d had some practice. Lifting the miniature crowd towards his chest was a smooth motion followed by his other hand appearing like a guard rail.

And then he stood, sending them all but soaring into the air as the air brushed past.

It was all of about five seconds of Jacob standing at his full height before Dean ended up clinging to Sam.

"Dude, really?" Sam griped, trying to peel the iron grip his older brother had on his arm. "What's the problem now?"

"Problem?" Dean asked, his voice a higher pitch from normal. "There's no problem. We're just a hundred feet in the air, that's all!"

"You fight monsters, Dean, and a little height is what gets you?"

Dean sent a glare at Sam, but it was half-hearted, the heights beyond the edge of Jacob's hand distracting him enough to keep him from sassing back. "Just... don't like heights..." Dean muttered. "It wasn't a problem before!"

“Minnie’s not a fan, either,” Chase chimed in, earning a dark glare from his sister. “But don’t you worry. Jake here has practice!”

Indeed, Minnie stood close to him with her arms crossed and her shoulders tense, and avoided looking at the edge of the giant hand. “He’s … pretty careful,” she muttered. Admitting it was tough, but for the sake of helping their erstwhile guests feel safer, she would avoid arguing with Chase. At least on some things.

“Talking about me?” Rumbled not only overhead, but nearby in Jacob’s chest. He tilted his head down to check on his many passengers. He’d never seen his hand look crowded. “Gonna be alright? The only other secure way I have is my pocket.”

Dean's reply was somewhat along the lines of a strangled grunt, and Sam shook his head, amused.

"This is fine," Sam told them. "No... pockets. I doubt that would do much to help."

Dean nodded faintly in agreement, and gave them a weak thumbs up. He sank down, ending up sitting on Jacob's palm, trying his best not to think about where they were, and that he was sitting on a giant's hand. All of that while said giant took them to their destination.

The other hunters back home would never believe this one, as if they needed more reason to call the Winchesters crazy.

Jacob nodded once, and his sympathetic gaze lingered on Dean’s shaky hunch. It wasn’t the first time one of the little folk had been nervous on his hand, and probably wasn’t the last. Even Chase had been concerned at first, as much as he tried to act like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Once assured everyone was as settled as they could be, though, Jacob turned his attention on the ground far below instead. He didn’t want to dote so much attention on his passengers that he forgot to keep an eye on anyone wandering down there.

As he stepped off the front path of the Lisong’s home, he regretted leaving a very noticeable giant boot print behind. Someone would likely scold him for it later.

#mywriting #collab #chase in lilliput au #washed up winchesters #jacob andris #chase lisong #sam winchester #dean winchester #minnie lisong #gullivers travels fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #g/t #g/t handheld

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bokoutoe-retired · 4 years

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— #2 “did you think i was going to hit you?”

characters; ushijima wakatoshi

synopsis; ushijima comes home irritated and it leaves you a little on edge

total w/c; 881

warnings; vague mention of past physical abuse, and brief fear of current physical abuse, maybe a curse word?? also, just a reminder i am not a haikyuu! manga spoiler free account! this does have minor time skip spoilers

「a/n」requested by @irenenene! i had a super hard time writing this and i feel like it kinda shows lmao :/ oh well, it was a fun challenge and i hope y’all enjoy it <3 also this might be the only thing i post this weekend because friday was my birthday (and this is a scheduled post) but i’d love any feedback on this piece! praise or constructive criticism!!

wakatoshi had had a bad day. that much was clear from the way he threw the door shut a little too hard and kicked his shoes off a little too roughly.

“hey toshi, welcome home” you smile at him from your place on the couch. he hums gruffly in acknowledgment but doesn't say anything else. the response honestly puts you off a little. usually, you’d at least get a “hello, y/n” or a “hi, love” in return, and today? nothing but a grunt. “is everything alright love?” you ask him from your place on the couch.

“yes, fine” he grumbles in a way that makes it seem like everything is very much not alright. despite his blunt response he makes his way over to you and presses a kiss to your forehead, reassuring your anxiety that he’s not mad at you, but rather something else that happened during the day.

you had thought maybe after his hot shower he would come sit and talk to you about what had put him in such a sour mood, but his shoulders stayed stiff and his brows remained furrowed. ushijima isn’t usually much of a vocal person, it takes a while for him to find a way to put some of his thoughts into words. you understand that completely, that’s why you know he’ll always confide in you, and he wants to, it just takes him a minute before he’s ready. you follow him as he passes the living room and enters the connected kitchen. he starts taking the remains of dinner from the fridge as you lean on the counter next to him. you were worried about him, he hadn’t been this tense in a long long time and you know the adlers had an important game in a couple weeks.

“are you sure everything's okay?” you run your hand down his back, and it almost feels like he leans back into the touch.

“it’s fine” his curt answer is edged with sharpness and anger.

“you know what? here,” you take the tupperware he had had in his hands “let me heat up the leftovers while you go sit down and then we can talk about whatever's bothering y-”

“i told you it was fine y/n!” his voice wasn’t too loud but his tone was angry and exasperated. a loud boom stems from the contact between his hand and the table as he brings his fist down. you flinch violently, your hands coming up in an attempt to protect yourself from what you thought was an inevitable blow. the room is silent, save for the sounds of your breathing as it picks up and tears well in your eyes. your arms drop for you to see wakatoshi standing in front of you, his eyes wide. you wrap your arms around yourself and fall into the chair behind you as the tears start flowing.

“did you think i was going to hit you?” he seems to be in disbelief, of himself and the entire situation. he quickly forgets about his iration at the sight of you crying because of HIM. it breaks his heart, and now with a much clearer head, he realizes he should’ve left his anger that was completely unrelated to you at the door.

“y-yes, god i’m so sorry toshi” rationally, you knew wakatoshi would never hurt you on purpose, but past experiences had left you more wary and more cautious than you wanted to be. the combination of that deep fear nagging in the very back of your mind and the anxiety of worrying about wakatoshi being what caused you to react with such a start.

“sweetheart, no. why are you apologizing to me, i should be apologizing to you. i shouldn’t have gotten so frustrated, it didn’t even relate to you. i am very sorry y/n” he comes to kneel in front of you on the chair, taking both your shaking hands into one of his. “but i need you to know, no matter how angry or how upset i am i will NEVER lay a hand on you like that. ever.” despite the events that just transpired, it's easy to find comfort in wakatoshis arms as you collapse forward into his chest. your tears continue to fall, wetting his shoulder you’ve tucked your head into

“i know, i- i just got so scared and-” your hands clutch into his fresh shirt as you try to breathe and calm down a little.

“shh, i know my love” he cradles you close to him, rubbing his hand across your back soothingly. as the adrenaline fades from your body, your breathing is still a little shaky but your cries are now sniffles few and far between. “would you like to go to bed? we could talk if you still want, or we could cuddle and watch a movie, whatever you please” he holds you away from him slightly so he can brush the remaining tears of your cheeks and look into your eyes.

“we can talk if you’re ready,” you sniffle and stand up, ushijimas large hand rests on the small of your back and guides you into his chest for a tight hug “but if not, can we just cuddle?”

“of course, anything for you, love. let’s go talk”

#Haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #Haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu x you #Haikyuu x reader oneshots #ushiwaka #haikyuu ushijima #ushijima #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushiwaka x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima oneshot #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader drabbles #ushijima x you

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kominum · 3 years

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rewatching old sailor moon and thought of like... disgruntled tuxedo mask!corpse but with unrequited love because i’m a glutton for angst

wc: ~2.2k

warnings: death of a minor character, implicit knowledge of sailor moon lore, modern twist, unedited

please send in ideas you might have that i could write short blurbs for! this was honestly fun to write.

It’s a scratch he can’t itch. It’s what has him waking up in cold sweats, confused and moderately annoyed that his hard-earned sleep has been so rudely interrupted. He hates the cape, he hates the itchy suit, he abhors the top hat – and the only things he doesn’t really hate are his baton and endless supply of darkened roses.

The first time he transformed, he was half-asleep and struggling to understand why he was speeding down the highway and parking two blocks away from some random back alley. His pain was relatively dulled, which was surprising, and his body suddenly possessed a world of fighting skills that felt foreign yet familiar. All he could recognize was a slightly disheveled woman cursing and just trying her best against some odd form of demon spawn, and before he knew it, he’d thrown down a dark purple rose and engaged in combat. Once said woman found an opening, she took off her headband/tiara, performed a throw that would put professional frisbee players to shame, and the monster disintegrated into dust.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted, body hunched over and hands on his knees. “What the fuck was that?”

“More like who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck if I know,” he muttered and dusted himself off.

“What’s with your get-up anyways?” She failed to hide her snickering. “You’re 3 decades behind.”

“Do I look like I want to fight in a suit? Plus, you’re fighting in some rendition of a schoolgirl uniform.” Her black thigh-high boots were killer, but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction.

“You should’ve seen what it was before, but I was able to make some changes. Good heads-up for you and—”

“Sailor Moon, are you okay?!”

Oh. So she’s got a talking cat, too. What in fresh hell was going on? Did he take something? But also—“Your name is Sailor Moon?”

“We’re working on the name change,” she grumbled, bending down to let said feline jump up her arm and settle on her shoulder. “Anyways, uh…thanks. I was kind of in a bind, but I’m usually not I swear. Good timing, I guess?”

“If that’s what you wanna call it.” But she was already in the wind, hopping from roof to roof with no inhibitions, and left him completely dumbfounded.

His silly attire dissolved back into his previous clothing as he ambled back towards his car, thought not exactly at his own will. But he shrugged, slid into the car seat, and dialed the only person he could think of who would readily pick up at this ungodly hour of…2:37AM. That was just the start, and he can’t tell if things went downhill from there.

He should backtrack.

He met you almost two years ago at a hospital.

You had been waiting anxiously for your boyfriend to come out of surgery after being in a bad car accident, biting your nails, occasionally pacing back and forth, smoothing your hands worriedly against your jeans, and gnawing your bottom lip to death. It was midday, sometime after lunch, and he’d come in for some routine checkup he can’t remember what for now, and sat a few seats away from you in the tiny hospital coffee shop. He’s no therapist or expert, but he highly doubted that any caffeine would alleviate your anxiety. Yet you sat there with two to-go cups and a granola bar wrapper, and something told him to stick around for now.

He’s never been one for a lot of small talk, but you looked to be about his age and no one else was with you. Tragedy tasted most bitter when alone, and some force of the universe told him to at least say something, anything. So he stuffed his hands into his hoodie and shuffled awkwardly to your table, tentatively asking a, “Hey, uh…is everything okay?”

You’d looked up at him with wild eyes on the verge of tears, heart battering against your chest, and the only intelligible thing that left your mouth was a “Huh?”

And he’d casted a gentle grin, eyes laced with a mixture of pity and concern, and asked again his first question. “My boyfriend’s in surgery. He got in a bad accident. There’s um…roughly two hours left, I think.”

“And you thought coffee would make it better?” He jutted his chin towards your large cups.

“Hot chocolate,” you chuckled. “I’m not keen on torturing myself like that, not now at least.”

“Well, I’ve got an appointment soon but I should be done before his surgery’s over…want me to come check up on you?”

Dumbfounded was the best way to describe your expression, and he was so close to retracting his offer before you gave him one of the most thankful smiles he’d seen in many years. “I’d really appreciate that.”

He nodded. “Sounds good then. Give me a sec.”

At the counter, he paid for another cup of hot chocolate and added in a chocolate chip cookie for good measure before bringing it back to you. “I hear chocolate helps.”

“Thank you, again. Go, don’t want to make you late.”

But an hour and a half later in the waiting area outside surgery, the doctor came out with a solemn expression, and you all but collapsed into the plastic chairs, tears leaking like waterfalls from your eyes. Part of him wanted to bail and go because there wasn’t much he could do, but it wouldn’t be right to leave you to drive home now. He wanted to make sure that you were calmed down, all cried out, and breathing properly so you could at least operate a vehicle safely.

The same unknown force had him offering you his number in case you needed anyone to talk to, yet the conversation sat empty for weeks until curiosity and guilt ate at him. He tapped out a message, deleting it, then another one, more deleting, before he settled on a plain, “It’s the guy from the hospital. I know it’s been a while but…how are you?”

Your reply was almost instantaneous, to which he worried if he’d accidentally woken you up at 4:13AM. First, it’s a casual, “hey, thanks for checking up on me! I’m doing okay,” but he knew better. And the other shoe dropped in the form of a simple, “I miss him.”

It’s a quiet, heartwarming friendship. You know nothing specific about him – he’s incredibly vague on any identifying information. Hell, you’d be willing to bet that the name at the hospital was a fake one. Nevertheless, he’s one of your closest friends. You know he mainly works online, has a lot of trouble sleeping, is chronically ill and has a number of medical conditions, his general disposition and feelings on things, but overall, just wonderfully easy to talk to.

Yet something just feels wrong about falling in love with him. It’s a horrid combination of guilt and disbelief. Are you rebounding? Are you subconsciously searching for your dead ex-boyfriend? Are you so desperate for romantic connections that you’ve twisted yourself into believing you love a man that you’ve seen fewer times than the number of fingers you have?

You come to peace with it when his custom ringtone chimes softly on your nightstand in the middle of the night. Rain or shine, stars or none, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. Nothing has ever woken you up so quickly, not even alarms on interview days. “Hello?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Kind of, but it’s fine. What’s up? Wait,” you interrupt yourself and listen carefully to your speaker. “Are you…driving?”

“…yeah.”

“Should I ask from or to where?”

“I…honestly don’t know. Something felt off, felt like I had to get out of my place and just fucking do something. So uh, I drove somewhere and just started driving back home.”

You curl up under your sheets on your side and plug your earbuds into the phone. “Well, did it get rid of whatever you were feeling?”

“I think so? Honestly couldn’t fucking tell you. Still really bizarre to me.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” you murmur. “Well, feel free to call me whenever you feel like that again.”

“I don’t wanna fuck up your sleep schedule though. Feel like it’ll happen more often than I’d like.”

“How about this – if I don’t pick up, it’ll just be my nice way of saying ‘fuck off, too busy sleeping right now’?”

A soft, deep chuckle warms your chest and cheeks. “Sounds good. So how’ve you been?”

“Well, you know…”

It’s the same night that you think you might have a chance at love again. You fall asleep with his voice weaving stories and tales in your ears and wake up to a message that says, “Wow, didn’t know I was so fucking boring that it made you snore so loud.” The hope that creeps through your veins is dangerous and thrums urgently whenever you get a call or message from him.

And as bright as a star, it all comes crashing down in a firey blaze.

You crash into a girl as mysterious and serenely beautiful as the moon with a talking black cat one afternoon. She exudes a gorgeous amount of confidence in her stance as she protects you from a creature that looks like it’s out of a horror video game, and you can only stare in awe. The cat from before yells instructions at you, throwing what looks like a pen with a red cap on it and you blindly follow them. Your subsequent red heels feel incredibly comfortable and you can’t remember the last time you wore a skirt – but there’s no time to ponder as you push the girl you were admiring out of harm’s way and somehow manage to direct fire at them from your fingertips.

The monster burns and screams in agony before getting hit with what looks like a glowing frisbee. Your savior wipes the dust off her outfit before extending a hand out to you, “Welcome to the club, Sailor Mars.”

Say what now?

“There’s gotta be a better name than that,” is the first thing you say as you get pulled up. She throws her head back and lets out a charmingly obnoxious laugh. “We’ll work on changing it. I can tell we’re gonna be good friends.”

“Her name ended up being a rip-off of my name,” the cat quips and receives a scowl from the supposed plagiarizer. “I’m Luna, and this is Sailor Moon, or Lunaria she says.”

“You gotta admit, that’s cutting it a little close,” you agree and Lunaria flips the bird. “How the fuck am I going to change Sailor Mars? Also, can I do anything about this outfit?”

“We can go shopping tomorrow for sure. Luna and I can fill you on everything and – oh, before I forget, there’s a guy—”

“So it looks like you don’t need my help?”

You freeze in your steps, startled by the familiar baritone approaching you two. He was involved in all this?

“I told you, I don’t need your help—”

“Is she new?”

“Yeah, which means, we really don’t need your help. She’s got actual fire power. Literal fire.”

“That’s pretty fucking cool,” he accepts. “Good to meet you.”

You spot a set of veiny fingers that appears in your peripheral and you tentatively turn in his direction, hoping that your hair will obstruct your face as much as possible. “Same,” your throat manages to squeak out as his warm hand engulfs yours in a firm handshake.

“Get out of here, Corpse,” Lunaria chides and lets go of you to push a finger to his chest.

“I’m only here because you fucking needed saving. Now you’ve got another person dragged in.”

“I told you, I’m not some fucking damsel in distress,” she hisses. The mirth in his visible eye only causes the infuriation to grow and swirl more vigorously in her gut.

You watch the exchange from the sidelines as Corpse’s teasing only increases and provokes Lunaria further, disheartened that you’ve never heard him laugh so much in one exchange before. Dread from deep within your veins begins to freeze around your heart, something so set and undeniable that causes your brain to realize that falling in love with him was a mistake. It was the kind of mistake that would strike you with pain for years and the intense foreshadowing has you spinning on your heel and bounding through an alleyway. Your outfit shifts back to what you’d been wearing before, the characteristic weight of your phone in your back pocket seeming heavier than ever.

You call him that night, holding in a deep breath when the dial tone breaks midway. A rustle, a breath, and then, “Hey what’s up?”

Oh god, you scream to yourself as your heart shatters at the bottom of your chest. His voice, again, cannot be misconstrued as anyone else’s – the inflection, the tone, the volume, everything belonged to him.

And the universe told you then and there that he, undoubtedly, belonged to her.

#corpse x reader #corpse x y/n #sailor moon!au #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband x y/n #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband angst #corpse angst

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starryse · 3 years

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Love me More

Sehun x Reader

fluff, slight angst, mentions of anxiety

1,161 words

Summary: Vulnerable. Unguarded. Those words you would have never used to describe Oh Sehun. But as you sat next to him on your faint blue blanket, gaze unable to leave his, you couldn’t think of anything better than to describe the look that filled his brown eyes.

“Dude I am NOT writing him a love letter” you grabbed the jar of pasta sauce from the shelf, placing it into your shopping cart as you strode down the aisle.

The brunette next to you sulked, quiet whines of protest leaving his lips as he walked next to you through the store, “but y/n-“ you quickly hushed him, not wanting to continue the conversation the two of you had been having since you left your apartment 2 hours ago. Baekhyun huffed, crossing his grey sweater cladded arms against his chest, “okay fine, be that way”

You glanced over at your pouting friend, proceeding to roll your eyes at the look on his face, “sounds good to me.” Baekhyun could only glare at you for your response, refusing to add anything more knowing you were far too stubborn to agree with him. Meanwhile, you giggled at the strand of incoherent grumbles that left his mouth as you two began to checkout.

The rest of your week went just like that. Baekhyun, or his tag team Jongdae & Chanyeol, would constantly pester you to confess your “dying love” for their youngest member. And while you appreciate their adamant support in wanting you to be happy, your stress levels had to disagree. The constant pressure of your friends, and even their s.o.’s, to finally tell Sehun your feelings, was causing you to want to avoid the dancer as much as possible.

You canceled plans, locked yourself in your apartment, and only texted the boys when necessary (aka when they threatened to bring him over themselves.) It was stressful, to say the least. But that didn’t amount to the puddle of guilt you felt in your stomach everytime you came up with an excuse when Sehun asked why you hadn’t been talking to him, or attending your annual sushi nights. It was for the best, that’s what you had to tell yourself. If not, you would have invited Sehun over, sat him down, and told him you had been in love with him for 3 years- and that would obviously end in you losing the greatest friendship you had ever had, scratch that, the greatest person you had.

Hence, why you’re currently on your 3rd day without talking to the black haired boy, ignoring his texts or facetimes, and blatantly refusing to deal with your feelings for him. The longer you spent without him, the quicker you could move on, right? Wrong.

“Y/n? Please open the door”

The sudden knock on the door, especially the familiar voice that followed, had you flinging the remote that had been in your hand across the room, your water bottle following close behind. Your head whipped behind you, eyes staring widely at the location of the voice. The internal debate of whether you should ignore it and pretend you weren’t there, or to grow some balls and answer it was strong, but you knew you didn’t have much of a choice.

“y/n I know you’re home, don’t act like you have actual plans on a Tuesday night that doesn’t involve your tv”

A groan was pulled from your chest, an annoyed grimace spreading across your face as you hobbled to open the door. The cold breeze that entered your house quickly disappeared at the sight of the emotionless man in front of you. His arm that had been resting on the door dropped back to his side, hand tucking into the thin pocket of his joggers. The tension wasn’t nearly as bad as you would think, in fact, you felt the same feeling you always had when you were with Sehun- you felt safe. Your shoulders that were tensed back now drooped back down to their normal state, the breath you had caught in your throat now leaving as a sigh past your lips.

There was no need to tell him to enter, it was practically his second home anyways considering the amount of time he had spent there. Instead, you released your grip on the door knob and silently walked to your bedroom. You didn’t need to hear the sounds of Sehun’s discarded shoes to know he had plans to stay awhile, he always did. And you didn’t need to hear the padding of feet that trailed soon after yours to know he already knew you wanted him to follow. So when you sat on your bed, and the other side sunk from the added weight beside you, you didn’t need to look over to know Sehun was already looking at you.

What were you supposed to say? “I’m sorry Sehun I’ve been ignoring you because I love you and I don’t want to ruin our friendship by telling you?” Hell no. Deciding on just keeping your mouth shut, you sat next to him in silence, praying that he does something to ease the anxiety that was starting to creep in your heart. Throughout the years you had known Sehun, he had begun to take notice of the little signs you gave off when you started to feel anxious. For instance, you tended to stay silent and wait until someone did something. Right now was no different, Sehun of course watched as you stared down into your lap, eyes shifting to look over at him a few times. He knew it was your way to get him to say something, anything to make everything okay. So he did.

“You know, it sucked knowing my best friend was ignoring me,” Sehun's quiet voice cut through the silence, “knowing that the only person I wanted to talk to didn’t want to talk to me back.”

You opened your mouth to deny the last sentence, but the look he gave you and the words that came out of his mouth next were enough to shut you up, “It’s even worse when it’s the same person you’ve been in love with since the day you laid your eyes on them.”

Vulnerable. Unguarded. Those words you would have never used to describe Oh Sehun. But as you sat next to him on your faint blue blanket, gaze unable to leave his, you couldn’t think of anything better than to describe the look that filled his brown eyes.

So you did what you did best- break through his walls.

The faint touching of his tongue against yours as you pushed your lips roughly onto his was indescribable, the sensation of his slightly chapped lips beginning to move against your own enough to have you melt into the grip of his hands that squeezed your waist closer to him. Your breath was slowly smalling as the kiss deepened, as much as you hated it, you needed a breather. The sound of your lips unlatching from his let off with a pop, your nose quickly breathing in air as you glided your tongue across your darkening lips.

Your chest heaved, eyes drifting to meet Sehun’s, “I love you even more, idiot.”

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ravenforce · 4 years

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Stark Legacy 6

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader but Natasha Romanoff x Reader centric for this chapter.

Summary: I have no words to summarize this one. I feel like this is a whole story on it’s own. Nat x Reader, with a few flashbacks.

Word Count: 4207

A/N: Please, let me know what you guys think. I poured my heart into this, Idk why I tend to do that whenever I write for Natasha. HAHA. Also, I deviated a little bit on the coma/death arc for the reader, sorry.

Previously: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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Natasha walks inside the gym a little later than she normally would and fully expecting her blonde girlfriend to be there since she didn’t wake up with her on the bed either. To her surprise, Carol’s not there too. She shrugged and went on her gym routine with a furrowed brow. The next day, without even meaning to, Nat woke up to Carol trying (unsuccessfully) to silently slip off Wanda’s embrace and off their massive bed. Nat gave her girlfriend a good fifteen minutes head start before tailing her.

Nat tried not to think ahead but Nat being Nat, she was still prepared for all possible outcomes but out of all the scenarios she thought Carol would drive to, she never - not even once - thought that she’s driving to SHIELD Headquarters. Nat’s eyebrows furrowed while waiting a few blocks away for Carol to be cleared to enter the premises. She knows for a fact that Carol’s not due for her weekly meeting with Fury because they all maintain a synchronized calendar to keep track of everyone’s schedule.

“What are you up to, Danvers?” she whispered to herself.

Nat sat on the parking lot for another ten minutes before following Carol inside. Nobody in their right mind would ever question why she was there even without an appointment. Natasha went through the command center to see if Deputy Director Hill is on her station but, she too wasn’t anywhere to be found.

What is going on? Where is everyone? She thought to herself while walking along a deserted hallway. When she rounded the corner, she roughly bumped into someone. The deep frown on her face was immediately erased when she saw who she bumped into.

“There you are!”

“You’re here too?”

They spoke at the same time. Nat chuckled for a second before registering what Maria had said. Before she can ask, Maria spoke first.

“Does the Earth mightiest heroes have nothing better to do on their free days than loiter around here?” Maria teased before pulling Nat for a quick hug.

“I don’t loiter -” Nat grumbled on her girlfriend’s shoulder. When they pulled apart, Maria’s sporting a teasing smile. Nat rolled her eyes playfully. “I am not loitering. I’m looking for Carol.”

“Yeah, she’s here,” Maria confirmed while tucking a stray red hair out of Nat’s face. Nat bit her lip in an attempt to keep herself from blushing at the softness her girlfriend’s showing.

”Didn’t she just met with Nick yesterday? What’s her business here today?”

At the mention of Fury’s name, Maria stiffened as she remembered that she’s already running late to her meeting with the man himself. She cursed under her breath, hurriedly plants a soft kiss on Nat’s cheeks before sidestepping the redhead and practically running out of there.

“Carol’s in the gym with Agent Stark,” Maria said loud enough for Nat to hear from the other end of the empty hallway before she disappeared.

Nat stood there frozen for a minute before she turned on her heels to see what you and Carol are up to. “Y/N Stark -” she whispered to herself as she walks towards the gym. Nat can’t deny the fact that her heart started beating wildly on her chest at the mere mention of your name.

It felt like an eternity has passed since Nat ever heard your name at all. So much has happened between then and now including your supposed death and the world literally ended, Nat didn’t really have time to dwell on all of her unanswered what-ifs. What if you didn’t die? Would she have had enough courage to feel she deserve you if you both were given more time?

***

Nat was enamored the moment she met you while she was undercover as Tony’s assistant. You were unlike no other she’s ever met before. A genius in your own merit was yet content to live peacefully behind your brother’s dark and long shadow. Funny without being obnoxious. She was sure she’s in love with you when you fought side by side while infiltrating Hammer Tech.

“I didn’t know you could fight, princess,” she teased while trying to catch her breath after taking down most of Hammer’s security.

You rolled your eyes at her, pretending to hate that stupid pet name. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, Natasha Romanoff -” you fired back. Enunciating her name indicating that her cover was blown with you for a while now.

“Let’s change that after we’re through with this -”

A new batch of security emerges that forced you to go back to kicking ass. “Are you asking me out right now?” You punched one man on the throat, knocking him out effectively.

Nat’s chocking another on her side of the hallway. “No better time than the present, Stark. So what do you say?” She squeezes the guy a little harder, making him go slack on her arms. Nat was just catching her breath when another man appeared behind her. She almost doubled down when you threw a knife that you procured from your knee-high boots behind her.

“Nice -” she said a little breathless, partially from being tired and also a little turned on.

You walked up to her to give her a hand from the floor. She took the help gratefully. “Yes.”

Nat understood immediately. “Let’s wrap this up quickly then,” she said with a smirk.

***

A few days after sparring with Captain Danvers at SHIELD, you visited the compound one morning to make a quick delivery. The compound was eerily quiet for eight in the morning, making you wonder if you came in too early. Your wandering stopped when you heard the hopeless clanking of pans in the kitchen. You smiled, hoping that it is who you want to see that’s making all the noise. You leaned against the doorway, watching wild red hair rummaging through the cupboards.

“After all this time, you’re still hopeless in the kitchen,” you said to announce your presence.

Natasha stood abruptly, bumping her head on one of the open cabinets. She turned around with a frown while clutching the top of her head. “What the hell! You scared me!”

Her frown only deepened when you won’t stop laughing. It’s not that you didn’t want to stop, you just couldn’t. She looks so adorable with her scowl and wild bed hair bathed in the early morning sunlight streaming through the massive windows in the room. You walked towards her.

“I’m sorry but, this isn’t my fault -” you stopped two feet away from her. “ - no one’s supposed to sneak up on the Black Widow, right?” You teased while rubbing the top of her head.

“No Black Widow business until I have my second cup of coffee, you know the rules.”

Of course, you do. You can’t forget anything about Natasha even if you want to.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely. You didn’t really mean to startle her - that badly.

Nat looked at you from under her lashes, and had your knees been human they would surely buckle under that look. “Kiss it better,” she demanded.

“What are you, five?” you teased to diffuse your nervousness but, Nat can see right through you.

“Coward.”

You huffed before pulling her towards you and kissed the spot where she hurt herself. “There! Happy now?”

Nat smiled. “I am now.”

***

Before you can say anything else, the rest of the inhabitants of the compound trudges in the kitchen including Maria, Carol, and Wanda.

“Hey.” Everyone greeted monotonously indicating that none of them are fully awake yet. You just smiled politely to everyone to give them time to fully shake the sleep off their systems.

Sam strode in last. He was sweaty and looking alert, probably from doing his morning jog. “Y/N!” he exclaimed when he noticed you. Everyone bristled at his volume, which probably won’t be acceptable regardless of the time of the day. “What brings you around? Not that we don’t want you here. Did you finally realize that you’d like to join our team now?”

“What?” Maria asked after registering Sam’s line of questioning.

“No offense -”

You decided to cut Sam off there. Any sentence that starts with no offense is often kind of offensive. “No, Sam, I’m not joining the Avengers.” Maria visibly relaxes at that while Sam deflated. “I just came here today to deliver you guys this -” You fished out an envelope from the inside pocket of your brown trench coat.

Nat who was still standing next to you reached out and took the envelope. “It’s an invitation,” she mused. Everyone’s looking at you expectantly.

“Yes. Pepper’s throwing me a homecoming party, and I don’t have the heart to tell her no,” you smiled. “Pun not intended.”

The kitchen erupted in excitement while freshly brewed coffee was being passed around. “This is so cool, it’s been so long since we had a Stark party,” Bruce commented, earning a soft elbow from Bucky and poorly concealed side-eyes from the girls. Bruce opened and closed his mouth, unable to form an apology.

“It’s okay Bruce but don’t expect it to be as grand as Tony’s parties,” you said smiling. “So?”

“Count as in!” Sam jumped at the opportunity to change the topic fast. Bucky sighed, resigning to his fate. “For you, I will be there, doll.”

“Thanks, Buck.”

While everyone was distracted about talks of the party and what to wear, you turned towards Natasha. “You’re coming too, right, Tasha?”

Nat smiled at the use of her nickname. You’re the only one who likes to call her that. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, princess.”

***

The party was in full swing when the Avengers arrived at the Tower. Aside from the team, Pepper invited a select few Stark Industries people, from investors as well as your old lab team. Nat didn’t expect anyone else aside from Maria to be invited. So she was surprised to see you standing amongst Agent Colson’s team. Nat’s sure that you saw them arrive but, you made no move to excuse yourself from listening to Agent Simmon’s surely interesting story.

Pepper did excuse herself and greeted the Avengers. “Hey!” She gave everyone a quick hug. “Traffic? Come on, let’s get you guys some refreshments.”

“Yes! Let’s get hammered!” Sam cheered too enthusiastically.

A couple of steps though, Pepper turned back to see the girls still rooted in their place at the doorway. “Coming, ladies?”

“Ah, I think we would say hello to Y/N first,” Maria and Carol answered at the same time without taking their eyes off of you.

Pepper followed their love-struck gaze and chuckled. She assumed it’s a pack thing, so she didn’t bother asking Nat and Wanda anymore and just followed the boys to the catering table. Nat watched Maria and Carol strode confidently towards you, and efficiently inserting themselves into the conversation. Nat watched her girlfriends, subtly inserting their bodies on both your sides, creating a barrier between you and Agent Johnson and Agent Simmons.

***

Natasha can deal with the fact that all her girlfriends have a crush on you. She doesn’t see herself having trouble sharing you with her pack if it came to that. It’s the others she’s worried about. You’re too bright that everyone’s gravitating towards you like moths to a fire, like Icarus to the sun. All night, Nat tried to get you alone but, every time she thinks she finally does, someone else would come over and make conversations with you.

Nat thinks you’re too polite to tell them off. So she excused herself when Agent Simmons came over to talk to you again (for the nth time that night). You smiled at her before turning back to Jenna. The bartender put four tequila shots in front of her the moment she sat on the bar. Bucky then turned to her.

“Thought you might need a stiff drink,” Bucky grumbled over the rim of his beer bottle. Nat downed one shot before glancing in your direction. Bucky didn’t miss how the redhead’s frown dipped a little deeper. “Didn’t think you’re one to walk away when vultures are trying to snatch your girl.”

Nat downed her second shot and slammed the glass down the counter. She’s not my girl, she thought bitterly. She knows full well that you’re not hers to hate Agent Johnson for simply wanting to be near you or for laughing at something you said and her hand landing casually on your biceps. You’re not hers for her to be jealous, she knows that painfully.

She couldn’t watch any longer. She downed the last two shots before turning towards Bucky. “I think I’ll get some fresh air,” she whispered, eyes downcast. “Thanks, Buck.”

Bucky only nodded before Nat hopped off her stool and walked out of the party venue. Nat didn’t turn back to see you watching her leave.

***

Nat snugged a bottle of expensive wine from a passing staff on her way to God knows where. All she knew was that she needed to step away to clear her head or drown her feelings and her regret.

You and Nat have been casually dating for a couple of months, even with your brother’s utter disapproval of the relationship. For the first time in a long time, you were standing against your brother on a matter but that was Nat you were talking about. You weren’t going to give her up without a fight. Eventually, Tony relented but without threatening Nat that if she ever breaks your heart, she’ll be the first person on his non-existent hit list.

Everything was fine. You both were happy until Nat suddenly decided she’s not ready. You didn’t know what happened. All you know was one day, she came back from a mission and decided she’s not ready to be tied down to one person.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I’m not built for this -” she waved her hand. Indicating not only the domesticity of sharing the same living space but also everything that comes with it like building a home with another and shedding walls to letting people in. “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t cry, and Nat knew you were letting her go gracefully. Even when she was breaking your heart, you were still thinking of her. “It’s okay, Tasha. I understand,” you said simply. You gave her a small smile before kissing her one last time.

Nat took a long swig of the wine before acknowledging your presence behind her. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at your party?” she spoke without taking her eyes off of the city skyline. The view from the rooftop of the tower was spectacular.

You chuckled nervously. Nat only goes to the rooftop when she needed to think and breathe. You wonder if you’ve done something through the night that might set her off. “I saw you leave the party, I was looking for you.”

“Why?” She took another long swig, making her head spin a little bit.

“Why not? I’ll always look for you when you’re gone.”

Nat suppressed the urged to groan, opting to chug the wine, but you were lightning fast. You caught her wrist before her lips could touch the bottle. You fished the wine out of her grasp. “What’s wrong, Tasha?”

“Nothing,” she answered automatically. Her eyes are darting back and forth from your eyes and your lips. There’s a sad, hungry look on her face you couldn’t understand. You decided to ignore it for the time being and just confront her about it when she’s not one shot away from being drunk.

“Okay, if you say so. Let’s go back inside, it’s cold out here.”

You started to walk back towards the only door to the rooftop when Nat tugged you back roughly to her. “Tasha!” you exclaimed in your surprise when she pinned you between her and the deck railing.

Nat held your eyes for a second before she laid her forehead on your shoulder. “Do you enjoy it? Having everyone wrapped around your fingers?”

You can hear the hurt in her voice. You wanted to question her about it. You want to understand what she’s talking about, but the words wouldn’t come. Especially, when you felt her turn her head slightly, and her left hand caressed your cheeks.

“I can’t get you alone all night,” she whispered as she noses her way from your jaw through your neck.

“Tasha -” God knows you tried not to make it sound like a moan, but it came out exactly like that.

The rest of the words died in your throat as you felt Nat plant the softest of kisses on your neck and her right hand found your leg through the long slit of your dress. Suddenly, it wasn’t so cold anymore. The fire that is Natasha Romanoff warmed you immensely, and you were ready to burn for her again, still.

“You were mine first,” you heard her whisper before she pulled her head away from your neck and smashed her lips against yours for a minute. Then she’s running away, again.

***

MH: Meet me at SHIELD.

WM: What’s wrong, Mar?

Nat frowned at the demanding chat from Maria. She waited patiently for an explanation; she tried not to jump to a conclusion. But at the back of her head, she prayed it’s not another alien threat. She can deal with Hydra, but she doesn’t think she has enough to give to fight and lose people to another Thanos level problem.

MH: Y/N’s down. Otw to the lab with Happy to get started with repairs.

Nat paled, and for a minute, she couldn’t move. Fear gripped her, the past flooding back to her.

She rushed into the hospital when she heard about the accident. Relief flooded her senses when she saw Tony and Pepper alert and awake on their hospital bed. Steve and Rhodey were already there. When the group noticed her, Tony immediately averted his eyes while Pepper started bawling.

“Is the baby okay?” Nat asked, worried that something happened to the baby.

Silence. Nat turned to Steve and Rhodey. Rhodey just frowned, lost for words too. Steve looked like he was trying to string a sentence in his head. “I’m sorry, Nat -”

Nat became even more confused. “For what?” she asked. “Guys, you’re scaring me.”

Tony took an audible, deep breath, catching Nat’s attention back to him. This time, he held her gaze. “Y/N’s home, Nat,” he said. “When we found out that Pepper’s pregnant, we told her, and she came home.”

Nat didn’t know that. No one told her that you’re home, which was understandable after she broke your heart. “Okay,” she nodded. Still, a tad confused as to where this conversation was going. “Do you need me to call her for you?”

“She’s gone, Nat -”

“Wha -”

“She’s dead.” Tony decided it’s better to rip off the bandage clean. Pepper started sobbing again. “She was with us tonight.”

Her phone vibrated on her hand again. She looked at the message from Wanda.

WM: Breath, Nat. She’s inhuman now.

And at that moment, Nat was so thankful that Wanda’s an empath. She released a breath she didn’t know she was holding and closed her eyes for a second to center herself. When she opened her forest-green eyes, she fired a quick text to the group chat before nearly running out of the compound.

NR: I’m on my way.

***

Nat was cursing in Russian under her breath as she power walk through the hallway of SHIELD towards the labs. She made a mistake of jumping on the first available vehicle in the compound’s parking lot, instead of using her MV Augusta F4 RR 312 motorcycle. It would have taken her to the HQ in no time.

She was rounding the last corner before she arrived at the lab when she bumped into Happy.

“Hey.” The man looked exhausted even though the machines in the lab did all the work, but Nat understood it completely. The idea that you got injured affects those who knew you before you were inhuman than those who knew you post-human. “I’m beat. I’m going to crash upstairs.”

Nat nodded with a smile before adding, “thank you, Happy.” She hopes the simple words convey how much she appreciates the man for taking care of you after all this time.

“Anything for Y/N,” Happy answered, smiling. He was almost on the other end of the hallway when he called for Nat again. Nat stopped in her tracks and look at him quizzically. “Be quiet when you get there.”

Then he disappeared. Nat just shrugged and continued to the lab. When she got inside, she floated to the room where she knows you would be and found you sandwiched between Carol and Maria.

“Shouldn’t you be the one sleeping?” she teased softly. You looked up when you heard her voice from the door and smiled.

“I would if I needed one, but I don’t. You, on other hand, look like you can use a nap too.” You tried to speak as softly as you could as not to disturb your sleeping friends(?), but they still manage to stir and look at Natasha. Together they patted the only space available in the bed for her.

Your lap. Nat quirked an eyebrow at the two before looking back at you. You smiled before raising your hand to beckon her to you. Nat decided to throw all her inhibitions to the window and gracefully climbed on the bed with you. It took a bit of squirming around to accommodate her on top of you, but you managed. Nat laid her head on where your heart should be.

Suddenly, Nat felt exhausted. Like all the stress and emotions - the confusion, the disbelief, the longing - she desperately tried to run away from ever since she found out that you’re alive caught up to her then. Her eyes started to close as you run your fingers through her soft red hair.

“I’m still yours,” you whispered, confident that Natasha has joined her softly snoring girlfriends in dreamland. It was quiet for a minute. The only sound in the room is the whirring of machines from the lab outside.

“I’m ready now,” Nat mumbled loud enough for you to hear before she completely went under.

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find the strength, find the melody pt. 7

lmfao I love how I posted an update 2 days ago like “this fic will have sporadic posts! idk when they’re coming!” and then I spent the last two days writing this. when that insomnia inspiration hits ya gotta just go with it!

this chapter went in a completely different direction than I had planned on soooo yeah...honestly not sure where this is gonna end up! the characters from my OC novel that I’m loosely basing this story around didn’t have a connection before they ran into each other so when Julie gave me this I almost cut it because I genuinely wasn’t sure where it was going. I think I’ve almost figured it out and I’m pretty sure I know how this will end. and now we all get to laugh at me together because it’s definitely gonna be more than 3-4 chapters. it might even be more than 6. Luke’s POV will have roughly the same amount of chapters I think, possibly longer because boy oh boy does he have A LOT to say (most of it about Julie). fair warning: this one has an awkward cut off because of the way I need to set up the next chapter. sorry about that.

and now something I probably should be embarrassed to admit: I don’t remember writing the part where I managed to sneak an “I’ve Got The Music” reference in so now we know for sure this show has infiltrated my brain. it’s fine, I’m fine, at least I WILL BE WHEN WE GET A S2!!!! KENNY!!!! SAVE ME HERE!!! MAKE MY UNHINGED OBSESSIONS WORTH IT!!!!!

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It was no small miracle that Julie made it through the afternoon without Ray asking for details about her supposed ‘plan’ to play with the Sunset Curve boys. She didn’t think she would have been able to pull off spinning a story quite as well as Luke had earlier. She had expected at least a small amount of interrogating about when she had started playing again, but apparently the news that she was playing at all, let alone with other people in front of an audience, was enough for Ray to ignore all of the other plot holes involved in this scheme. He seemed to have almost forgotten the meeting with Principal Lessa entirely, humming on the drive home, kissing her forehead and turning her loose to freak out alone in her room while he sat down to work on his computer in the dining room. Julie took full advantage of the time alone to restlessly pace her room and send Flynn a 911 text. Her bestie’s contact photo lit up the phone screen 30 seconds later.

“Okay, I’m hiding in the basement girl’s bathroom, so you’ve got exactly 5 minutes before I get too grossed out to stay here.”

Julie’s chest loosened at the sound of Flynn’s comforting voice. There wasn’t anyone else in the world that loved her the way Flynn did. It was reassuring and made it easy for Julie to let loose.

“Lessa told Dad about the music program and then You-Know-Who ambushed us outside of her office and basically forced me to agree to perform with them.”

“Voldemort was at Los Feliz?!”

Flynn’s gasp was overflowing with sarcasm.

“Flynn!” Julie whined. “Be serious! Luke showed up out of nowhere again! And he did the thing again! The charming his way into getting what he wants thing! And now I have to play with his freaking band! What the hell am I supposed to do?”

There was silence for a moment. When Flynn spoke again her voice was softer, more serious.

“You don’t have to play with them, Jules. You can tell them no, and they’ll have no choice but to respect that. The only person who can make you do anything is you. But...I kinda think you might want to play with them.”

“What?! No!”

Julie’s exclamation was a second late. Flynn didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Julie sighed.

“Okay fine. There’s something about Luke that makes me want to play again. Are you happy? He gave mom’s song back to me when I thought it was lost forever. He’s the only person who’s heard me perform it, and he...no one else has ever made me feel that good about my music before.”

Julie thanked her lucky stars Flynn wasn’t in the room to see her blush. There was a long moment of contemplative silence on the other end of the line. When she spoke again, there was that extra note of take-no-shit in Flynn’s voice that made Julie sit up and really listen.

“I think you should give it a chance. Who knows, maybe this is some sort of sign from your mom. You said it was a miracle he would have even found that song in the first place. You said it felt like she was there with you when you were playing. Maybe she made sure it would find its way back to you when you were ready for it.”

Julie didn’t say anything, just worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Her heart beat a little faster in her chest. It had felt a little too perfect to be just a coincidence. The way Luke kept appearing in her life at the exact moments she needed him someone or something to help her keep moving forward. Flynn sighed.

“Look, I’m not saying it is your mom. But I’m not saying there’s not some kind of greater power out there that keeps pushing the two of you together. I think you should give it a chance. If nothing else, you can get back in the music program and we can bring Double Trouble to life in time for our Junior Showcase!”

Julie couldn’t help laughing. Her eyes felt misty, love for her best friend welling up in her heart.

“I never agreed to that name you know. But thanks, Flynn. I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Now. I gotta get the fuck out of this grimy ass bathroom. Love you, bye!”

Flynn waited for her to return the sentiment before hanging up. Julie flopped back on her bed, letting her breath out in a loud whoosh as she hit the comforter. A glance at her phone told her she only had a couple hours until Luke and the other boys would be out of school and on their way to her house. She tried her best to ignore the way that thought made her stomach roll with a type of nervousness she would rather not name. It was easier to blame it on nerves over playing with new people rather than nerves over playing with Luke. Except...now that she actually thought about it, she had played with Luke before. Her head spun, eyes fluttering shut as she remembered the one music class she had shared with Luke last year.

She had only been a freshman, stuck in a lowly Introduction to Composition class. It was supposed to be for new songwriters. Julie had a little more experience than the rest of the class, after all she’d been kind of composing with her mom for a few years now, so when it had been time to write a duet for their final big project she had gotten paired up with the classmate whose skill level most matched hers. It was supposed to be a way for them to challenge each other and grow as writers instead of one person doing most of the work. Julie had been paired with Luke.

He’d been a grumbly sophomore, held back for failing his last semester of Intro to Comp the year before. He had been stuck there only for the second semester, forced to double up between their class and his second year Composition class. Julie hadn’t been all that excited about partnering with him. He hadn’t really seemed to care about the class at all, and even though Julie also sometimes felt like it was holding her back a little bit, she never once voiced that thought. It was a privileged mindset, and Julie was well aware that she had an advantage over her classmates since her mother was a professional songwriter. Luke, on the other hand, had made it well known that he felt like he was wasting his time just waiting to get through the semester so he could move up to the Advanced Composition class that he felt he truly belonged in. Julie could usually do no more than roll her eyes in those moments.

It was true that Luke was talented. His guitar playing was impressive, his lyrics were heartfelt and sometimes even downright poetic. Julie just didn’t think anyone deserved specific things in life because they happened to be naturally talented at something. Their songwriting experience had been...interesting to say the least. And short. It had ended abruptly when Julie’s mother had died 5 days later. In the end, they’d only worked together for two 40-minute class periods before she had been lost in the fog of grief that consumed her in the weeks following the loss of her mom.

Julie shot up in bed, eyes wide. She didn’t even fully remember what had happened with the half-finished song they had been working on. Errant notes echoed in her head, like a song that had only existed in dreams until now. She absently wondered if Luke had held onto that as well. It was no wonder she had kept that particular memory suppressed all this time. That time in her life had been particularly painful. Luke had been gentle with her though. Almost all traces of his typical arrogance gone in the two short class periods they’d had to work together. He had kept things light, steering their songwriting in the direction of a rock ballad more than a true duet. Julie hadn’t minded. She had been floating through classes by then anyway, on edge every second she was away from her mom’s bedside. It had been easier to work on something that didn’t have as many sappy emotions attached to it.

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. No wonder Luke had been so sweet with her. He must have had a front row seat to her breakdown throughout the last year. She hadn’t even realized it. Had never before seen the way he watched her from a distance, checked in on her during class. She should have. Now that she was thinking about it, trying to identify every instance, she could name a million. How had she missed it for so long? How had he gone so long without saying anything? The Luke she remembered was terrible at keeping his mouth shut. He had always been ready to speak his mind, never afraid to start a discourse. It didn’t track that he had been holding himself back. Unless...it was more about her musical ability than anything else. She remembered now; Luke had been thrilled to partner with her for the duet. He had made some remark about how her sound was the perfect complement to his. Maybe he only cared about the ways they would mesh as songwriters. She could only hope that’s what his words had meant.

She felt more secure in her footing as a musician when it came to dealing with Luke than she ever had as a simple teenaged girl. If it was just about the music she could compartmentalize better, keep herself from getting too emotionally invested. Music had always been a safe zone, neutral. She breathed in and out deeply, remembering the technique Dr. Turner had taught her to slow her breathing and recenter her mind. She could do this. It was just about the music. They would play a song together, Julie would get back into the music program, and life would move forward much in the way it had before. Except Julie would actually participate in class this time. She had the music back in her soul, she wasn’t ever going to let it go again. On her next exhale, she heard the doorbell ring. Showtime. Julie zipped down the stairs, ripping open the door before her dad had a chance to get more than three feet away from his computer. Luke, Alex and Reggie all stumbled back a step as she tumbled outside, pulling the front door shut behind her. The three teenaged boys shared a look.

“Studio. Now.”

Julie raced down the path to her mom’s studio before they could react, not even waiting to see if they followed her. If they were smart, if they truly wanted to do this, they would. She hauled the garage doors open, only turning around when she had the piano at her back. The wood felt warm and solid, almost like she had her mom as a support behind her instead of an instrument. The boys appeared seconds later, Luke leading the way. He stopped a couple feet inside of the studio, studying her with wide open earnest eyes. She let out a deep breath. Reggie spoke up before she could get a word out.

“Woah, Julie, this studio is so cool! It’s like a tiny home! A musical tiny home in a botanical garden!!”

His green eyes were wide, expression awed as he spun to take in the space that Julie and her mom had spent countless hours turning into theirs.

“How did you get chairs on the ceiling?! Are you, like, a witch and a siren?!! Man, you and your mom must have made some serious magic in here.”

Luke’s arm shot out faster than lightening to backhand Reggie’s bicep. Reggie cringed away, a soft owww! just barely audible over the loud sigh Alex let out as he buried his face in his hands. Reggie shrugged, looking back and forth between his bandmates before giving Julie a confused yet apologetic glance. What had he said wrong this time? The giggle that bubbled out of her was as unexpected as it was welcomed. Warmth blazed in her heart, memories of the time she had spent in here with her mom washing over her with a kind of hazy bliss she hadn’t ever experienced before. She gazed at Reggie, letting that same feeling of motherly love from the night before fill her up. It was all she could do not to react to Luke’s jaw dropping when she gave Reggie a soft smile.

“We did. We made so much magic in here.”

The words were gentle and filled with a kind of genuine love that overshadowed all other feelings of awkward nervousness. Alex and Luke relaxed instantly, Reggie’s face losing all traces of uncertainty as he beamed at her with a smile so large it almost looked painful. Julie couldn’t help but let herself return it, just a little bit. The silence that settled between them was more comfortable, the tense moment from earlier broken. Julie studied the boys in front of her. She hadn’t ever thought of them as friends per se. They knew each other, would say hi if they encountered one another outside the walls of the high school, but at the same time, they didn’t actually know each other. Julie’s little run in with Luke the night before had made that painfully obvious. She wasn’t really sure what to make of them.

“Are you guys actually serious about this whole Showcase scheme? Did Luke even tell you about his dumb plan?”

“Hey! That plan is genius. Even your dad agreed. He seems pretty cool.”

Julie couldn’t help the fond way she rolled her eyes. Alex was quick to reassure her that they did, in fact, know about the plan.

“Not that I actually think it’s a particularly well thought out plan.” He stated with a lingering glare at Luke’s back.

The planner in question did his best to ignore the skeptical look on Julie’s face.

“Julie, you really don’t deserve to be out of the music program.” Reggie’s voice was soft and sincere. “You have the voice of an angel. If we can help convinced Ms. Harrison and Principal Lessa to give you your spot back it will be so worth it. And even if we don’t, it’ll be worth the looks on their faces when we rock the pants off that crowd!”

Julie laughed in spite of herself, slightly reassured even as she chewed nervously on her lip. Luke took a few bouncy steps forward, pulling her attention to him completely. His eyes locked on hers and she was sure she was drowning, throat tightening at the look he was giving her.

“You got this. I wouldn’t have come up with this idea if I didn’t believe it 100%.”

Honestly, that was what scared her the most about it.

“We don’t even have anything prepared.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, unsteady and wavering. Luke took a few more steps towards her, Reggie and Alex ghosting along silently a few feet behind him. Julie didn’t even notice, so laser focused on the brunette boy in the cut-up tank top in front of her. She watched his muscles flex as he reached into his back pocket, flicking out a piece of folded up paper in a move scarily reminiscent of when he had given her mom’s song back to her. He bit his lip, head ducking a little to be closer to hers as he unfolded the worn sheets of scrappy notebook paper. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding, focusing on the messy handwriting in front of her.

“I thought you would say that.”

The smile on his face was so soft and sweet it should have been illegal.

“It’s called ‘Bright’. It’s a Sunset Curve song that we never performed because it’s missing something. Look,” his bare shoulder brushed hers as he shifted to point at the notes, warmth seeping through the thin material of her t-shirt, “it’s perfect for your range. I was thinking, if we add a little bit of piano here and here,” fire blazed a path up her arm as his fingers traced along the opening notes and chorus, forearm flexing against her own, bare skin brushing in teasing licks, “it’ll be perfect.”

Julie forced herself to focus on what he was saying, eyes roving across the paper. She hummed a little under her breath, hearing what he described in her head. His eyes lit up when he saw her get it, feet springing up and down as he dipped even closer towards her and started to sing.

We will rise, through the night

You and I

We will fight to shine together

Bright forever

His voice vibrated in her chest, the sound filling her with an emotion she couldn’t fully identify. Alex and Reggie bobbed along behind him, Reggie’s fingers plucking out the baseline on an invisible guitar while Alex nodded along to an unseen beat. Julie could envision the way the song would sound with a complete band, could practically see herself fitting seamlessly into the mix with her piano and vocals. She couldn’t help the smile that curved her lips as she joined in, reading the lyrics off of the page.

And rise through the night,

You and I

We will fight to shine together

“Go up high.”

Luke cut in, fingers twirling towards the ceiling. Julie automatically made the adjustment in notes to harmonize her voice with his for the last line, holding the final syllable for a beat longer than him.

Bright forever

“Yes!”

Luke’s arm pumped up and down, bicep flexing and distracting Julie momentarily. She dropped her head shyly, trying to hide her blush. When her cheeks cooled a moment later she looked back up at the boy in front of her. His eyes were glowing, smile stretched a mile wide as he stared at her. Unconditional belief in her was practically oozing from his pores. She felt her face soften as their eyes locked, giving him her own sweet smile that was meant just for the two of them. She thanked him with a gentle murmur, heart melting as he simply bit his lower lip and nodded.

A throat cleared in the background, and Julie was snapped out of their private bubble by the sound. Her entire face felt engulfed in flames as she looked over Luke’s shoulder to see Alex and Reggie still standing a few paces behind him. Reggie’s face was bright, his sunshine temperament back in full force. Alex was a little more guarded, but he was giving her an encouraging smile and there was cautious optimism swimming in his sage green eyes as he fiddled with one of his drumsticks. She inhaled deeply and let her breath out in one smooth exhale. The same sort of peacefulness from the night before settled over her.

“Okay. Okay, so we’re doing this.”

Luke’s whoop was so loud both her and Alex jumped. Reggie raced forward with a cheer to sling one arm around Luke’s shoulders and the other around Julie’s, pulling them so close to his chest that their noses nearly touched. Julie saw the blush staining Luke’s cheeks and felt her own warm to match. Alex coughed again.

“Reg, c’mon. Let it settle for just a sec before you go all human octopus on the poor girl.”

“Oh, right! Sorry, Jules!!”

Reggie released both of them quickly. Julie flicked her gaze between the three boys, enjoying the glimpses at their band dynamic. Alex’s words had sounded a bit exasperated, but there was a fondness running through them as well. He gave a half-hearted roll of his eyes at Reggie’s abrupt movements and reached his own long arm out to pull the dark-haired boy close.

“Help me unload the van? I still don’t trust our little Lukey boy with my kit.”

“Hey! That was one time!”

Luke sounded downright offended. The dark look Alex leveled at him in response had Julie choking back a laugh with a badly disguised cough. Clearly once of whatever he did was enough. Luke pouted, arms flexing as they crossed over his chest.

“You put your foot through my bass drum, and you think that isn’t reason enough not to trust you with it ever again?”

Luke sputtered, eyes flicking to Julie and back to Alex as his ears reddened.

“I told you I didn’t see it!”

“It’s the biggest part of the kit, dumbass. Literally the hardest thing to miss.”

Alex’s voice was as unimpressed as it was dismissive. Luke threw his hands in the air as the other boys headed out of the studio, laughing amongst themselves. It was clear this was a regular argument between the two, no heat or anger left in it, only a loving sort of tease. Like the way Carlos still brought up that time she accidentally gave him a concussion double-bouncing him off of their neighbor’s trampoline when he wanted something from her. Or the way her Tía would still laugh as she remembered the time her mom had almost gotten them both arrested for a bar fight on her 21st birthday, Ray affectionately filling in the parts that she tried to leave out. Warmth bloomed in her chest. This wasn’t just a band, wasn’t just a ragtag trio of friends. These guys were brothers. This was a family. And they were letting her into that intimate circle.

The thought was both humbling and nerve-wracking. This Showcase was a big deal. It wasn’t just some school assignment. This could impact their future as a band career-wise. They were all trusting her with this, fully believing in her, or at least, fully believing in Luke’s faith in her abilities. She wasn’t sure anyone had ever believed in her like that. Not anyone that hadn’t known her since she was in diapers. Her head swam, knees feeling a bit weak. She stumbled her way over to the couch, collapsing onto it with a barely audible huff. Luke was in front of her instantly, crouched down so they were face to face. His hands twitched in his lap, but he didn’t reach for her.

“Hey. Julie. Breathe.”

She sucked in a breath, zeroing in on nothing more than his face. After a few seconds she realized he was breathing in and out slowly, just loud enough for her to hear over the jumble of thoughts running amok in her brain. She matched her own inhales and exhales to his, the room slowly coming back into focus as her head cleared. He gave her one of those soft smiles she was starting to think of as hers.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. But I wouldn’t have stopped you in school if I didn’t think you were gonna rock it. I heard you last night. I listened to you for years before last night.”

His chin dropped in embarrassment for just a second before he pulled his gaze back up to hers. Julie felt like she was on the edge of a cliff. Not for the first time she wished she knew how long this version of Luke had been lurking under the surface. It took everything in her not to let herself step off that ledge and fall.

“Music is in your soul. It’s a part of you. Not everyone is like that, but you are. Your life without music...”

He tapered off like the thought was physically painful to him, eyebrows furrowing in a slight wince.

“Living without music would be like living in a world without stars: dark and empty and uninspired. You deserve galaxies, Julie. You deserve the chance to shine exactly like the star you are, and the world deserves the chance to hear you. Please, just...have a little faith?”

She saw it then. As he gazed at her with those bottomless ocean eyes, with that special smile on his lips and sincerity bleeding through every word, she knew. Luke was like her. Luke got it. In a way that no one else except her mom ever had. That’s what this was. They were kindred spirits, two sides of the same coin. And that feeling? The wind rushing through her hair and stealing her breath away while her limbs all turned to jelly feeling? That was definitely her falling head over heels off of the cliff and into Luke Patterson completely.

“Okay.”

She breathed out, and his answering smile set off the butterflies she thought had finally left her stomach. He stood up and held a hand out to her, easily pulling her to her feet in one smooth movement.

“You know,” his smile turned rueful, “eventually you’re gonna have to answer one of my questions with something other than ‘okay’. That’s a pretty passive word, and I’m not really a passive type of person. I wanna start hearing some ‘hell yeah’s and ‘awesome’s pretty soon.”

Julie rolled her eyes, moving away from Luke to set up her keyboard. He gave her a bouncy little shrug of his shoulders, and she let the levity of his joke wash over her, releasing the last bit of nerves. She could do this. Luke believed in her. Her mom believed in her. Hell, Alex and Reggie believed in her and she barely even knew them. She could do this, just like her mom had said.

Noise from the other boys making their way up the driveway had her rushing to pull both doors to the studio open so they could haul in Alex’s drum kit. The three of them left together to grab amps and guitars, Julie finishing the rest of the set up in the garage. Before she had time to overthink things or freak out again, they were all settled into their spots and Alex was counting down for their first run through. Fingers against the keys, Julie breathed out, opened her mouth, and began to play.

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Shattered Reality - Chapter 3

A/N: I decided to add some text convos in this chapter.

WARNINGS: Alcohol, Swearing, Violence,

Word Count: 2.5k

You awoke to the shrill scream on your alarm at 4 am. You really wish that you didn’t need to work for a living. The memories of yesterday felt so distant. You pulled yourself out of bed and got ready for your morning shift at the coffee shop. You groaned inwardly to yourself. The heat of the sun, lack of hydration, and the two nights worth of alcohol all came down on you. You weren’t normally a drinker, but Kioko always had that effect, not just on you, but on everybody. You slowly made your way around your small apartment to gather your uniform. You brushed your hair and put it up in a messy bun, quickly coated your lashes, and headed out the door.

Your walk to work was quiet as usual, but you felt as if someone were watching you the whole way to work. You tried not to panic, but couldn’t ever shake the feeling. As you walked into work, the feeling faded. You shift was over quickly, it had flown by. You still felt tired, but the group of people you worked with always made it better.

The walk back home you didn’t have the same feelings from earlier. You decided it was probably just the early morning jitters. You walk into your apartment and spot a business card on the night stand. You pick it up and look it over. You smile when you realized it was the same card Gojo had given you yesterday. You take the card and place it in your wallet for ‘safe keeping’. At least that is what you told yourself. You checked your phone for any text messages, and realized that it was too early for anyone to be awake.

You rummaged through your fridge to eat something quick before starting your next job, which was babysitting. The family you babysat for was pretty well off, and always paid well. The kids weren’t brats which was amazing. You loved the twins, they were so adorable to you. The family needed you for the first night as they usually did every summer break. They always took their eldest daughter out to celebrate a job well done with school. You decided that you’d try to grab a quick nap before having to play with the rambunctious six year old twins.

As you laid down, your mind wandered to the last conversation you had with Geto. You dreamt of blue eyes, abs, and flashes of an angry Geto. You awoke a few hours later feeling more tired than you did when you went to sleep. You glanced at your phone and saw a missed phone call from an unknown number that left a voicemail. ‘Probably a scam.’ You thought. There was a text from Kioko and another from a different unknown number.

You smiled a bit. You decided that you’d definitely forgive Kioko, and maybe you should tease Gojo a bit, but that could be done after babysitting. You got ready for your next job and called a ride. Within an hour you had arrived. The twins came running with exuberant expressions on their faces “Y/N!” They chimed together. “We missed you! Mom and dad said that you’ll be here until after we go to bed!” Emi, one of the twins said.

The twins were identical in their looks with black hair, and green eyes. Emi was sweet, kind, and loving. Her favorite color was pink, and she loved kitties. Eito was loud, rough, and standoffish. His favorite color was green, and he loved foxes. While the two were opposites in so many ways, you knew they loved each other.

“Y/N. Here is the restaurant we’ll be at tonight. If you need us feel free to call my phone. We’ll be home later than usual today, since you know, Aki has finished her final year in high school.” The twin’s mother, Chika said to you.

“Oh, it’s not a problem. I love these two, please enjoy your night with Aki. Tell her congratulations for me!” You replied. Chika nodded and walked out the door. You settled down on the couch as the twins were playing with their favorite toys. You watched them for a few minutes, before deciding on figuring out what to make them for dinner.

As you looked through the fridge and freezer, you heard the kids playing roughly with each other. Knowing Eito started whatever tiff the two were having, you walked back to the living room and saw them fighting. You imagined what it would’ve been like growing up with a sibling. Would you fight? Would you get along? Would you be like Geto and Gojo?

As you separated the two, your mind wandered back to the text from Gojo and you grew giddy. The next few hours were filled with cooking dinner for the twins, playing a few games of hide and seek, and bathing the twins before bed. You decided to text Gojo and Kioko back after you had put the two into bed.

You felt lighter than air after your text exchange with Gojo. Sure you didn’t really want to admit to Kioko that you liked him, but how could you not when those beautiful eyes that you’d never be able to look away from. You could barely stop staring at the picture he’d sent. You felt the urge to text Gojo back. You really wanted to get to know him better.

Kioko was enraged to learn Gojo had lied to get Kioko’s number. She also knew that if he’d ask straight out, she would’ve said no. She went straight to texting Gojo.

Back at the house, you kept yourself busy from texting Gojo. You decided to clean up the mess the twins had made. You hand washed the dishes from dinner, dried and put them away. You even tried to watch a few episodes of your favorite show, but nothing could take your mind off of Gojo. Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch. After a few hours, you were awoken by Chika and Aik coming back from the night out.

Chika was red-faced and laughing so loudly you thought she’d awaken the twins. Aki gave you a sympathetic look. Following them was Shun, Chika’s husband. You didn’t see much of him, since he was usually working.

“Hey, Y/N. How was everything? Were the twins good for you?” Shun asked you.

“They’re always great. Two of the sweetest kids.” You replied.

“That is great to hear. Sorry about Chika, she got a little excited and celebrated a little too much. I didn’t realize we’d be home so late. Do you need a ride home? I could take you, or if you’d rather, you can just sleep in the guest room. It’s your call.” He replied looking a little embarrassed about his wife. You glanced at your phone. It was 2 am. You groaned internally you’d have to be awake for work in two hours, and you didn’t have your work uniform.

“Oh, Mr. Lin it’s fine. I’ll just go. Don’t worry about a ride. I can just walk. It’s not that far.” You replied not wanting to impose on the family.

“Oh, okay, well. Here’s the money for watching the twins.” He handed you your cash. You gathered your things and walked out the door. You weren’t more than a block away when you decided that maybe if you had to walk home you could enjoy the walk a little bit.

Within five minutes a black SUV stopped next to you.

“Can I give you a ride home?” The driver said as he was rolling his window down. You honestly, weren’t sure who would be pulling up, but whoever it was it couldn’t have been good.

“Uh. No I am okay.” You said sternly. You heard a familiar chuckle.

“Okay, but it’s going to look really weird when I am driving slow next to you while you walk home.” Gojo said. You laughed at the image.

“Oh! Sorry Gojo, I thought you were some creep.” You replied to him. His smile faded rather quickly.

“Has there been a problem around here? Shun should be on top of it.” He told you. You just kind of stared at him.

“What the hell are you even talking about? Are you sure you’re not drunk? Are you even allowed to be driving?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing. Come on, don’t make me wait for you.” He told you.

“Oh what happened to the ‘I’ll gladly wait for you’?” You shot at him. He just laughed.

“You’re something.” He gave you an easy smile. Your stomach fluttered at the sight of it. You walked to the passenger’s side and slid into the seat.

“Thank you for the ride. I would’ve walked you know.” You said without knowing what else to say.

“It is very late, and this city is dangerous. I couldn’t allow a beautiful woman like you, walk around by yourself. Even Kioko isn’t allowed.” He admitted to you. Your face grew warm at his compliment. You tried to look everywhere but at him

“So, Y/N, if you put your address in the GPS, I can take you home. Unless, you’d like to go out and get some breakfast?” Gojo offered you. The moment he mentioned food your stomach grumbled. “I guess food it is. I’ll take you to this diner I go to all the time.” He continued and he started the car. The ride to the diner was quiet, but comforting. A few blocks later, Gojo stopped the SUV outside the 24 hour diner. It was definitely a popular spot for all those who were out late in the evening drinking or teenagers who didn’t want to be home. You weren’t even sure if you’d be able to find a table at all.

Walking in behind Gojo was a sight, not just for the obvious reasons, but when he walked into the diner, he was greeted by almost everyone. The man sure was well known. Even some of the younger patrons recognized him. Everyone seemed genuinely happy or excited to see him. He waved hello and smiled to everyone while heading to a booth in the corner.

You felt a little bit jealous of the attention he was getting. When you both arrived at the booth you slid into the right hand side, and he in the left hand side.

“Hello, Gojo, sweetie. Here’s your coffee, can I get you anything else?” The waitress asked him, ignoring you.

“Thank you, ma’am. I’ll have my usual. As for my date here, Whatever her pretty heart chooses would be fine.” Gojo definetly was charming. The waitress gave you an annoyed look.

“I will have some pancakes, please, and I’ll also have a coffee, with extra cream and sugar. Thank you.” You tried to give your best forced smile. The waitress just rolled her eyes and walked away.

“I don’t think she likes me very much, but she seems to adore you.” You teased him. He smiled while taking a drink of his coffee, keeping and eye out around the diner. You noticed that he always seemed to be on guard. You saw him straighten up slightly and his eyes narrowed as he watched the person walk through the door.

As you turned your head and you saw Geto walking toward you two. He slid in the booth sitting right next to you.

“Hello, Y/N. I didn’t see you at the club tonight. What are you doing here with Gojo?” You didn’t miss the jealousy in his voice or the way his eyes narrowed when he spoke Gojo’s name.

“Oh, I was just walking home after babysitting, Gojo was in the neighborhood and saw me I guess.” You told him wearily. You couldn’t help but feel like there was something really off about the two of them tonight.

“You were walking home alone at this time of night?” Geto interrogated you. You felt yourself shrinking. “How irresponsible of you! Do you know what could’ve happened if the wrong person saw you? Do you have no care for yourself? I can’t believe this.” He started chastising you, just as if you were Kioko. The waitress came and placed food down before you and Gojo.

“I am sorry, but I don’t know if you noticed. I am not weak. I am not a little girl, and I can take care of myself. I am not afraid to fight if I have to, and I sure as hell do not need some annoying man looking over my shoulder telling me what to do!” You shouted at Geto poking him in his chest so he’d back up. You stormed out of the diner. ‘Who the fuck did Geto think he was acting like he was my father’ you thought.

Geto and Gojo just looked at one another as you left. Gojo was not sure how to approach you, and Geto felt like a fool, and a little intrigued by your actions.

“I better go apologize to her. We will discuss this later.” Geto told Gojo with a stern warning in his voice.

“Y/N, wait!” Geto called from behind you. Honestly, you didn’t want to hear anything he said. You didn’t care not at all about an apology.

“No!” You shouted back at him.

“Y/N! Don’t move another muscle!” Geto shouted more angrily than before. You were so upset, and angry. All you could see was red. You were ready to explode, you weren’t sure if it was for Kioko or for yourself. You were starting to see who Geto really was as a person. All the interactions you had with him, he had all his walls up. He made sure he got his way no matter what. He had caught up to where you were standing. He grabbed your wrist and spun you around.

“You don’t get to walk away from me.” He hissed, the anger dripping from his voice. His face scrunched up with agony, his demeanor changed completely. You were absolutely terrified. All color drained from your face. He took his other hand and wrapped it around your throat, choking you. You tried clawing at his arms to let you free. You tried kicking and hitting him anyway you could. ‘Why isn't anyone doing anything? Why didn’t anyone care?’ You thought. You felt your world fading. Out of your darkening eyes, you saw a blur running toward you. The last thing you heard before blacking out was the smack of skin against bone.

“What the FUCK?!?” Geto seethed at the person who punched him. He didn’t think twice and swung back in the direction of the punch.

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Geto continued to yell.

“The only person who can stop you in this rage.” Gojo said in the coldest, most calm voice Geto had ever heard. Chills ran down Geto’s spine. Geto had only heard Gojo speak in this manner one other time, and then it was paired with a death glare.

“Now, I am taking Y/N somewhere you can’t lay a hand on her. If you so much as look at her wrong, I will not hesitate to slit your throat while you’re sleeping. Are we clear?” Gojo stated with his calm and even tone. Gojo lifted you up and gingerly placed you in the back seat, trying to make you as comfortable as possible. He peeled out of the parking lot not looking back at his ‘Best Friend’.

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Two Burning Hearts Are Dared to Break (JJ x Original Character) Ch. 1

What happens after you lose one of the most important people in your life? After losing John B and Sarah, JJ and Elle realise that the only thing they have left is each other.

Picks up directly after 1x10.

Content: sadness, grief, slow burn, eventual best friends to lovers

Warnings: swearing, mentions of child abuse/bruises from child abuse, mentions of grief, mentions of anxiety, non-sexual shower scene

Inspiration: OBX the series, especially 1x10.

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head since finishing OBX the first time. I want to make it into a slow burn series with angst and pining. Also want different love interests introduced which causes obvious tension (Topper character redemption arc). Let me know if you’d be interested in reading that.

Also, I’m Australian so beware of UK spelling habits instead of American eg. Mum vs. Mom.

Word count: 2388k

feedback/likes/comments really appreciated

It’d been roughly an hour of sitting in the makeshift SBI tent, the tropical storm raging on whilst the heavy rain pelted down around it. Pope with one arm around Kie as she continued to sob into his shoulder, her parents sitting in silence beside them. Heyward took the initiative of talking to Shoupe after he had delivered the news, pulling him away from the kids to try and gain some perspective on the matter. Members of the SBI were bustling in between the tents, continuing on with their investigation.

Across from Pope and Kie, JJ sat, head in his hands, trying to block out the sounds of everyone around him. Shoupe’s words on repeat in his head “We lost them… we lost them”. Elle sat to his right, staring blankly at the ground. Unlike JJ, her head was empty, and not the peaceful kind of empty, the kind that would slowly drive you insane. This kind of silence between the pogues was rare, each too consumed in their thoughts, or lack thereof to attempt any kind of conversation.

Elle felt JJ shift beside her, finally lifting his head from his hands. She turned to watch him, cautious of an emotional outburst. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks wet with the constant stream of tears that had been trailing down his face. Wiping his face clear, he stood up abruptly, gaining the attention of Pope, Kie and her parents.

“Can we leave this fucking tent yet?!” he questioned, looking towards the SBI agents guarding the entrances. As if on cue, Shoupe and Heyward entered, pulling their soaking hoods down from their heads.

“Not yet son, we need to get statements from each of you and do some questioning” Shoupe responded, hands on his hips as if to maintain his authority, but his face held a solemn look. Elle couldn't tell if it was due to the guilt or the pity.

“Questioning?! You’re going to question us about how you and your minions drove our friends right into a raging storm?!” JJ challenged, taking his signature red hat off and running a hand through his tousled hair out of frustration.

“Look, I know you’re all hurting right now”, JJ scoffed, Kie finally lifting her head from its place on Pope’s shoulder, “but this is still a criminal investigation, and you’re all accomplices as far as we’re concerned”.

“That’s absolute bullshit Shoupe, he wasn’t a criminal and you know it!” Pope exclaimed, surprising everyone in the room.

Heyward stepped forward, as if to take control of the situation, “Come on man, look at these kids. Do they look like they’re in any way to be interrogated right now?”

Holding eye contact with him, Shoupe sighed, lifting his eyes to glance around the room from one pogue to the next. “Alright, go home and get some rest. But we’re going to have to bring each of you in tomorrow”, pointedly looking at JJ he added “and we want to know the truth about everything”.

Rolling his eyes JJ looked across to Pope and Kie, who both shared the same looks of worry on their faces. Talking to the police about everything that’s happened over the past few weeks was the last thing any one of them wanted to do.

Everyone started to disperse from the scene. Kie hugging them all before leaving with her parents, her Mum’s arm holding her close as they walked to their car. The Heyward’s followed their lead, bidding goodbye to Elle and JJ before heading home. JJ turned to look at Elle after watching their friends leave, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread just thinking about returning back to his house.

Elle, like always, picked up on the fear radiating off of him, grabbing his right hand in her left and squeezing it gently. She knew there was no possible act of affection that could slow the thoughts racing through his mind right now. “Hey, come and stay with me tonight”, she offered softly. The very idea of returning to her house alone tonight caused feelings of anxiety to arise, at least if she had JJ there, her house wouldn’t feel so empty.

It didn’t take much to convince JJ. Going back to a mansion in Figure Eight with his best friend seemed a hell of a lot safer than returning to his beat up shack with his father, who no doubt was already passed out on the couch. JJ’s eyes moved from their place on their interconnected hands up to meet Elle’s eyes. They held a pleading look, silently begging him to let his walls down and accept the offer that on any other occasion he would refuse.

“Uhh, yeah.. Okay”, he nodded softly.

“Alright then”, Elle turned back to the seat that she had occupied, picking up her keys and beginning to drag him along with her, “let’s get the hell out of here”.

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The car ride was silent. The only sounds coming from the engine of Elle’s jeep as they drove through the Cut, the water pelting down onto the exterior of the car. JJ sat next to her, his gaze never wavering from the window to his right. The torrential downpour had soaked through their clothes, leaving Elle shivering slightly as she gripped the wheel. She’d always loved driving, especially around the Cut. The scenery was similar to that on her side of the island, but the feelings that it evoked were the opposite. The Cut felt more like home than Figure Eight ever would, but there was a nagging thought that that feeling was due to the boy sitting next to her, and not the Cut itself.

Passing over the bridge into Figure Eight, it was only a matter of minutes before they had arrived at the Sterling residence. The grand house stood on a large block of bright green land, surrounded by a carefully maintained flowerbed, displaying the hard work of the Sterling’s gardeners. The outdoor automatic lights switched on as Elle and JJ made their way to her front door. JJ had only been inside Elle’s house a handful of times, despite their 4 year friendship, but he still doesn’t think there'd be a time where he wouldn’t be astounded by the sheer size of it and the never ending staircase that greeted you as you entered the front door.

“Are you hungry? I can grab us some food before we head up to my room” Elle proposed, pointing towards the kitchen.

JJ denied the offer, in spite of the slight grumble that came from his stomach. He was worried that anything he tried to get down might not stay there.

Elle nodded, leading them up the stairs to the second floor which held her and her brothers bedrooms, as well as another living area. JJ felt out of place in his wet, muddy clothes and bruised skin, a strong contrast to the white walls and clean carpet.

Entering her room, JJ stood awkwardly, noting her large queen sized bed with a quilt cover that matched her blue and white colour scheme, and the walk-in wardrobe to the left of it. He wondered why she’d needed such a closet when her wardrobe consisted of tank tops and shorts throughout the summer.

“Did you.. uh.. wanna take a shower? There’s towels in the cupboard under the sink and shampoo and conditioner inside the shower if you need it” she asked whilst rummaging through some drawers in her closet. She pulled out a pair of soft black shorts and a tee that she had borrowed from JJ when staying over at the Chateau a few weeks ago, holding them out to JJ shyly, “these are yours, freshly washed. Think they might be a bit more comfortable than what you’ve got on”.

JJ had to glance down to remind himself of what he’d been wearing. She was right, the combat boots adorning his feet were sturdy and heavy, his shorts stiff from a mixture of dried rain and mud, whilst his button down clung to his body, entirely saturated. Glancing back at Elle he accepted the clothes, offering what he could muster up of a smile.

“Yeah..thanks”, making his way toward the on suite bathroom that was to the right of her bed.

Elle busied herself by searching through her drawers for clothes to change into, when she heard JJ began to speak.

“Um, Elle, would you mind uh”, she turned, watching him stutter over his sentence.

“Yeah?” she encouraged softly, curious as to what he was getting at.

“I… uhm, well, I don’t really wanna be alone right now”, he confessed, mumbling the last part whilst avoiding eye contact by focusing on how his boots were dirtying her floor.

Taken aback by his admission of vulnerability, Elle’s brows furrowed slightly, somewhat confused of what he was asking.

With caution, she pressed “Do you want me to come into the bathroom with you?”.

“Well like, yeah… if you don’t mind”, finally lifting his gaze to meet her eyes. Compared to the pleading look they held back at the tent, they were curious and inviting. JJ would never understand how her eyes were able to show every emotion she was feeling.

Giving him a reassuring head nod and a comforting smile she responded, “Of course I don’t mind”.

Turning back to her drawers, she grabbed out a pair of pyjama shorts and a run-down oversized t-shirt she had bought from the country club’s charity fundraiser a few years back. Opening up her underwear drawer, she spotted her pale blue bikini. Grabbing it out, along with a pair of clean underwear, she walked over to where JJ was leaning against the bathroom door, watching her.

Contrary to Elle’s usual confidence that she displayed, nervously, she held up her bikini whilst proposing her idea “I know you don't want to be alone right now, and to be honest neither do I. Would you mind if I hopped in the shower with you?”

His blue eyes widened slightly, with both surprise and affection. Under any other circumstance he would make an inappropriate or flirtatious comment, when faced with this kind of situation. God, he really wished they were under any other circumstance right now.

Despite the heavy feeling in his heart, he cracked a small smile and joked “As long as you wash my hair”.

Elle giggled, a sound that he hadn’t heard in a few days. Since the gold game had taken a turn for the worse. He’d missed it.

Following her into the bathroom, he stripped down to his boxers, whilst waiting for the water to warm up. Once he’d stepped in, he relinquished in the feeling of the hot water running down over his head and down his body.

Elle, now in her bikini, his favourite bikini to be precise, stepped in after him, sighing at the feeling of the hot water slightly scalding her body, after being uncomfortably damp for so long.

Observing her movements, JJ watched as she picked up a body sponge and pumped some body wash onto it. Turning back to him she motioned for him to turn so that his back was facing her. Beginning at his shoulders, Elle moved the sponge in circular motions, the grime starting to lift off of his tanned skin. She worked quietly, focusing on the task at hand, distracting herself from the thoughts of the past few hours that threatened to enter. JJ remained silent while Elle worked, attempting to relax under the water and her gentle touch.

Once she had completed his back, she applied some pressure to his right arm, turning him to face her. They met eyes, a mutual feeling of vulnerability connecting them. Moving her eyes away from his face, as to contain some kind of break down, she began the circular motion from his shoulders and collar bones, down to his torso. Elle sucked in a breath after being faced with the dark purple bruises that covered his toned body. She doesn’t think she will ever be able to remove the images of these bruises from her brain. Anger surged through her temporarily at the acts of violence that had led to such bruises to arise. Elle crouched down slightly, now eye to eye with the marks and using a gentler motion than before, cleaned over them, wary of applying too much pressure and causing him even more pain than he’s already in. She let the water wash off the soap from the injuries, softly pressing her lips to the area, kissing lightly, before moving onto the next mark.

JJ sucked in a breath at the act of affection, watching her press the kisses to his skin. No one had ever treated him with such care, as if he were porcelain and pressing too hard may just shatter him. His heart swelled with a feeling he couldn’t describe, tears prickling at his eyes. His breathing began to shallow, willing himself not to break down completely.

By the time Elle had returned to a standing position, JJ had tears streaming down his face. With the same gentle touch as before, she wiped under his eyes, ridding them of what she thought were tears, it was hard to tell amongst the water of the shower head. She searched his face, trying to decipher his emotions. Did she hurt him? Had she gone too far? Had she crossed an unspoken boundary that wasn’t supposed to be crossed? JJ cut off her overthinking when he pulled her into his body, holding onto her for dear life. Elle tightened her arms around him, his body shaking while he sobbed into her neck, the warm water running over them, blocking out the sounds of his whimpers.

With more emotion than she’d ever heard in his voice, he finally spoke “He’s gone Elle. He’s just gone.” Between sobs, and spluttering he continued, “What am I supposed to do now? He’s gone. He was all I had”.

Elle joined him then. She tightened her hold on him even more, as the tears beginning to fill her eyes, turned into streams of tears, and then into a full-blown breakdown. They stood there, under the water, holding onto each other desperately, crying. Crying for everything that they’d been through. For everything that they’d lost. For John B.

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rolyatswonderland · 4 years

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TWST: A Mermaid’s Tale Pt.2

Yay it’s part 2 ^o^ I’m still not sure how many part’s this’ll have, but at most possibly 4 or 5-? we’ll have to see ^^;

Thank you so much to my bestie @blackevermore for helping me beta read the story! ;7;

Pt.1 - Pt.2(Here) - Pt.3(Soon)

Professor Divus sat quietly in his office, completing a stack of paperwork, until his door was roughly slammed open. He glared, watching a few papers from the stack fall to the floor due to a sudden breeze sweeping in, but the moment he saw the familiar shade of red hair all he could do was sigh in annoyance.

“Ah, you four again, whatever could be the issue this time.” Professor Divus saw Grim’s flames and knew that it meant that Deuce and Rolyat weren’t far behind. In all his years of teaching he had dealt with many troublesome students, the flaw of teaching at an all boys school. However it seemed that this year of teaching a new litter of puppies as troublesome as this four really had him questioning his profession, and one was neither human and the other not a boy. Despite having dealt with many of their shenanigans before, the sight of Deuce carrying Rolyat with a mermaid tail certainly caught him off guard.

“Ah- W-Well you see Professor we...sorta need your help- haha.” Ace couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head, glancing over to Deuce who was still holding the newly transformed girl.

“Explain yourselves,” Divus commanded with a sharp glare, his stare so serious that surely the four students before him felt a shiver of fear go up their spines. Ace and Deuce took the lead in explaining what had happened, presenting him with the two cans of scales and Grim even admitting to his own mistake and stubbornness. He remained partially quiet for most of it, only letting out a hum in response or a nod. After they finished explaining, Professor Divus took the cans and examined them, turning them over before letting out a dissatisfied grumble.

“I see, some foolish pup did not properly label these containers.” Divus held the cans in his hands with a dissatisfied expression on his face, then looked to Ace who seemed to have a confused look on his face.

“Uhm so, how come Roly didn’t turn into a whole fish on us? I mean she totally got splashed when the potion erupted but how come it’s just her legs that got the scale treatment?” Ace asked, Deuce and Grim nodding along, wondering the same thing.

“See this can here? It has a full fish drawn on the lid, this means that these were the fish scales you were meant to use in your assignment. ” Divus held up the still full can of celadon silver scales to show the group before placing it down and picking up the other can. “While this can looks like it has a fish on it, in actuality, it has only a fish tail drawn on, as these are mermaid scales that you seemed to have mistakenly dropped into your potion.” He held up the other can, displaying the pattern that could have been misinterpreted as a fish, but if viewed long enough will show the very obviously mermaid tail like pattern.

Deuce sighed, crossing his arms with a shamed look on his face,“Ah- they both just sort of looked like fish to us so...we weren’t exactly sure.” He felt quite foolish for not noticing such a difference before since he only paid attention to the labels.

“Hmmm,” Professor Divus looked over to Rolyat. The girl had been awfully quiet throughout their discussion, seeming rather spacey and she simply stared down into her lap while being held in Spade’s arms. “Miss Rolyat?” It took her a moment to respond, with a slow reaction time as she lifted her head, as if having just realized someone had called her name, she warily looked over to the Professor but didn’t say a word.

Staring intently, the Professor could see that the girls lips were awfully chapped and dry. Focusing his view on her tail he removed one of his gloves, reaching out his hand to touch at the pearlescent tail to find it surprisingly dry, with no feeling of the slick ooze that should have coated her tail. But after adding all these things together did he realize what was going on, looking at the boys with an urgent but serious look in his eyes.

“I’d advise you three to find Miss Rolyat a body of water immediately, her scales have started to dry out in the air, so her body is quickly being affected by the changes from the potion.”

“H-Huh? What does that mean?” Deuce asked, looking down at the girl in his arms with extreme confusion.

“Merfolk can survive out of water but not for very long, if they are kept too far from a body of water like any regular fish they will begin to suffocate, and due to the circumstances of her sudden transformation I worry that Miss Rolyats dried out tail is evidence that such a process has slowly begun.”

“HUH!?” The trio all gaped in shock. Their friend..was going to suffocate!? Immediately panic set it as they frantically looked to one another for what to do, but it seemed like Ace was the quickest to calm down after he realized something.

“I-I know just the place we can take her to! But Professor what about an antidote?” Ace asked concerned, looking over at his teacher in hopes of an answer, but the seemingly unsure expression on the Professors face drew a pit in his stomach.

“Sadly I ordered all the materials for the reversal potion to come in tomorrow, seeing as that was when you all would turn in your finished assignments and we would have then proceeded to the next phase of turning the animals back into their original forms.” Divus crossed his arms as he continued to stare at the girl. “I will go and discuss with Mr. Sam to see if we can obtain the materials sooner, but if not she should be fine as long as you find her a body of water to reside in until a reversal potion can be made, so for now I suggest you three hurry.” The trio nodded, taking a small bow before excusing themselves as they quickly exited the room. Divus could only sigh as he sat back down into his chair, resting his head in his hand with a troubled expression. “What troublesome puppies indeed…”

~~~

Ace ran ahead of the group with Grim still latched onto his shoulders, and Deuce was following close behind as he held on tightly to their friend. “S-So- Where are we going!?” Deuce shouted, the trio speeding past students who looked on in confusion and surprise.

“We’re heading for mostro lounge!” The red head’s answer almost made Deuce stop in his tracks entirely, but he continued running.

“Huh!? The freaky fish dudes!? You want us to go there?” Grim yelled in surprise, completely baffled as to why they would ever need to go to the Octavinelle dorm.

“Look those guys are fish people too right? So if anything they’re our best shot of helping us out! I mean they’ve got that big tank too in the lounge!” Ace looked back at Deuce as they ran. The trio didn’t have the fondest memories of the lounge, the place only serving as a reminder of their time as forced servers and Grims poor time as a dishwasher made them shutter. But if there were any people who could help their new mer-friend then it would have to be them.

“H-Hang in there Roly, okay?” Deuce looked down at the poor girl in his arms, she didn’t so much as open her eyes but she could still hear him, weakly giving him a thumbs up in response.

~~~

After weaving and bobbing past various students and racing to the hall of mirrors, not even hesitating for a moment before jumping into the Octavinelle portal. Soon they made a beeline for the lounge, bypassing any curious dorm members.

“Huh!? The Doors are locked shut!” Ace was the first one to get there with Grim, doing his best to push open the lounges double doors only to find them shut tight.

“Nyaa! What the hell! Don’t tell me they’re closed- there’s no way!” Grim shouted, baffled at the locked doors, seeing how Azul would never miss a chance for business unless he really needed to.

“Stand aside!” Deuce yelled, still running down the corridor before stopping just a bit away from the doors, and without a second's hesitation he turned his body, raising his leg in the air to swiftly kick at the doors, the trio watching them open on impact with his kick. Ace and Grim stared dumbfounded at their friend for a moment before watching him rush inside, the duo shaking it off as they ran and followed right behind them.

“Oh my, it’s you four” the tall Jade Leech was currently behind the bar counter, drying away at some dishes while Floyd, who sat at the bar, swiveled around in his seat to see who had made all the racket.

“Ehh, it’s crab and mackerel, with little sealy and lil’ shrimp too?” Floyd tilted his head curiously as he got up out of his seat, noticing the ‘little shrimp’ not looking too good in the arms of her fellow classmate.

“Just who do you lot think you are to cause such a commotion before opening hours?” An annoyed looking Azul came walking up the steps behind them, having heard the crash of the lounge’s doors opening and assessing the damages that would surely need to be paid back.

“Argh look we’ll pay to fix the door but seriously let us use the tank!” Ace didn’t want to be bothered with getting bombarded with questions, pointing at the large tank in the lounge as he stared down with Jade with a surprisingly determined expression, especially due to the fact that Ace was still somewhat scared of them.

“Oh? The tank you say?” Jade raised an eyebrow curiously at his underclassmen. His brother however just stalked closer to Deuce and Rolyat before reaching a hand out to take off the blazer on her waist, revealing the beautiful light pink tail.

“Waah! Little shrimps got a tail!” Floyd looked rather surprised, staring at the girl's pearlescent tail in awe.

“Okay yes she has a tail! Now just use that benevolent heart of yours and help us!” Ace shouted.

“Fgyaa! She’s gonna’ suffocate if we don’t hurry!” Grim followed right after. Grim and Ace’s words of panic seemed to fully settle in for the aquatic trio. Azul seemed shocked and baffled at the sight of the mermaid tail before quickly regaining composure, adjusting his glasses before looking to his vice dorm head.

“R-Right, Jade?” Azul was hesitant but quickly found his wording and turned to his right hand man.

“Hm, right away,” Jade nodded, setting the glass down and quickly making his way around the bar, beckoning his hand for the underclassmen to follow him through a door in the back of the lounge. The doorway leads to a backroom with a metal staircase leading upwards, seemingly for the top of the large fish tank that spreads a good amount around the lounge and even has a tunnel that connects the tank to the vast ocean that surrounds the rest of the dorm. Quickly the group made their way up the staircase, stopping at a platform before the large opening of the tank, the trio looking at their friend warily.

“Ah, pardon me but could I see Miss Rolyat for just a moment?” Jade held out his arms to Deuce who seemed wary at first, looking to his friends before Ace just nodded, telling him it would probably be alright. Deuce sighed, nodding back to Jade and handing him Rolyat. Jade immediately took notice of the girls pailing complexion and how dry the scales on her tail had become, so without a moment's hesitation he carefully slipped off the girls blazer and began unbuttoning her dress shirt, revealing the simple whitish pink camisole underneath.

“What are you-” Deuce went to stop Jade but stopped in his tracks when Jade shot him a look.

“It’ll be much easier for her skin to breath since it’s quickly started to change, merfolk are not known for wearing heavy layers you know.” Jade’s words quickly cut off Ace’s, the trio were about to question their upperclassman actions before simply letting it be, feeling that he would know best.

They did stand by and watch warily however, watching as Jade carefully lowered her body into the tank before letting her go as her body floated down to the bottom. He turned back to go down the stairs, the trio following close behind as they joined Floyd and Azul who were watching the tank to see what would happen.

Rolyat looked as if she were peacefully sleeping despite being in water. A couple of curious fish would swim over and stare, some even having the courage to nudge at her with what little force they had. Eventually however, her tail slowly started to move as her eyes fluttered open, she moved to sit up, tiredly confused until she came face to face with a yellow tang.

She screamed, hardly any sound coming out but saw the pleather of bubbles spill out of her mouth, suddenly realizing where she was she quickly covered her mouth and shut her eyes. But she soon realized that she wasn’t drowning, she uncovered her mouth and warily opened her eyes, looking around with confusion and then looked back at her tail as she moved around.

The sound of Jade gently knocking on the glass caught her attention, her view immediately catching sight of her friends as she clumsily swam over to them, head accidentally bumping into the glass barrier that separated them. Holding her head in slight pain she continued to look on in confusion, just barely being able to hear what they were saying as the group talked.

“She may remain here and we’ll do our best to provide support where we can, however I will expect some form of compensation for the repairs on the door.” Azul adjusted his glasses as he stared at the troublesome trio. The group only seems to sigh in response.

“Yeah yeah we will, sheesh.” Ace scratched the back of his head in annoyance as he glanced over to Deuce who seemed to be typing something on his phone before holding it up to the glass for Rolyat to see.

“We’ll come see you again when lunch time rolls around, but until then hang in there okay?” Deuce’s words of encouragement could barely be made out through the glass, but Rolyat read along with his phone, but all she could do was simply smile sweetly and nod her head.

They parted ways and she waved goodbye as her friends ran off to class, but now she felt a feeling of loss as she floated in the take, unsure of what to do in her current state.

She looked over to the Octavinelle trio, Azul simply nodding to her as he adjusted his glasses and walked away, likely going back to the vip lounge. Jade simply gave her his usual mysterious smile, taking a small bow to her before turning away and going to assess the damages of the door that Deuce had kicked through. Floyd on the other hand simply sat in the closest seat to the tank and grinned his sharp toothy smile at her, finding something amusing, which made her worried since Floyd’s smile’s could mean a plethora of things.

So just as Deuce had told her, all she could do was simply hang in there until they found whatever they could to fix this mess, and hopefully it wouldn’t take too long.

#waaah it was so much longer than the first part ;7;#but I hope it's satisfying until I upload the next one haha;;#twisted wonderland #twst sona #twst oc #twst mc #twst grim #ace trappola #deuce spade #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst

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thinkyoureholy · 4 years

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Fragile Figures [17]

Pairing : Choi San / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Character Death?, Mafia! / Hired Assassin! AU

Words : 3.7k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11. Pt 12. Pt 13. Pt 14. Pt 15. Pt 16. Pt 17. Pt 18.

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-San's P.O.V-

I shoved his hands off of me, stumbling back into the car behind me, "Don't fucking touch me," I growled out.

Kei's golden eyes seemed to grow darker as he scowled, already reaching out a hand to me but Kiri grabbed his wrist before he could touch me, "That's enough, Kei. Can't you see he's in no position to run from us? He can barely stand on his own two feet how do you expect him to escape?"

Kei glared at Kiri for a moment before clicking his tongue, yanking his arm out of her grip, "Whatever. Just get in the car. She's waiting for us back home."

And with that he climbed into the driver's seat, slamming the car door shut loudly. I stayed where I was without moving, breathing heavily as I stared at the ground. I hated how right she was. With my leg the way it is I wouldn't get more than two steps away from them before my leg gave out. Without those painkillers it was unbearable to even stand.

"Here." She said softly, her hand coming into view, "These should help."

I stared at the pills in the palm of her hand, setting my jaw before slapping her hand away, the pills falling to the ground. I didn't bother looking at her, keeping my head down as I thought of a way to get away from them. I had no weapons on me and I couldn't really fight them with the way I am. Think, San, think!

"Just get in the car, San. Make this a little easier for all of us alright?"

I gagged at her sickly sweet voice, recoiling away from her outstretched hand. I watched her face fall at the action, her hand slowly going back to her side. I said nothing as I got in, knowing this was the only thing I could do. I'd rather not have them injure or kill me while I was with them. I needed time to come up with a proper plan to get away from them and back to Y/N unharmed.

"Go on ahead, Kei. I'll call for another car in two hours. We have to give Kanda time with his brother before we take him back." Kiri said, leaning over to look at Kei properly, “Tell her to go easy on him. We don’t want to break him anymore than he already is.”

Kei just waved her off before starting the car and driving to wherever the hell they were hiding out at. Kiri’s words had my blood boiling. I can’t believe after everything she can just act like she suddenly cares. She’s part of the reason why I’m so fucking up in the first place! Who the fuck the she think she is? If anything this is another one of her tricks to get me to lower my guard with her before she stabs me in the back. She’s always done this and every single time I fell for it but not this time, I know better now.

“Oi, where the hell are we going?” I asked, kicking at the back of his seat.

Kei kept quiet, his fingers gripping the steering wheel a little tighter at the sound of my voice.

“What do you all want from me? I left you bastards for a reason, why the fuck are you dragging me back?” I continued with my questions, seeing the scowl on his face deepen but I didn’t stop, “Kei answer me, what-”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up I swear to you I’ll slit your throat right here and now. I don’t care what our sister wants to do with you.” He threatened through clenched teeth, pressing a knife to my throat.

He had pulled the car over and turned in his seat faster than I could process, the blade of his knife pressing roughly against my throat. I winced when he applied pressure, blood already starting to trickle down my neck. I grit my teeth as I tried to pull away from him but he reached over to grab a fistful of my hair with his other hand. The look in his eyes had my heart rate skyrocketing, flashbacks clouding my mind.

“You will be quiet and cooperative until we get there do you understand me? Be an obedient little brother for once, alright?”

I said nothing, the fear in me beginning to cripple me. I hated this feeling more than anything, I hated that only he could make me feel like this. For all the talk I do I could never truly stand up to my older brother. The murderous look in his eyes always stopped me from talking back to him when he’s finally had enough of my shit. Out of the four I left behind I was most terrified of Kei, not even she invoked this much fear in me. I’ve been left in a state close to death many times due to his temper…

-Six Years Ago-

I coughed and gasped for air at the same time. I couldn’t breathe, the simple act now being the most difficult thing in the world. I pushed myself off the floor but the moment I did my arms were kicked out from under me, my face being shoved harshly into the cold cement. I knew better than to fight back and normally I would just take it but this time..he’s gone further than he ever has before. I could barely feel my face and my whole body, fuck, it was screaming, crying out for me to just pass out already but he wouldn’t even let me do that. Every time I was close to losing consciousness he’d hit me with a bucket of ice cold water. So not only was I in excrutiating pain but I was cold, so fucking cold.

“K-Kei please. I...I’m sorry. What--whatever I did I’m sorry…” I cried out, pleading with him,

I heard him click his tongue, his hand grabbing my shoulder as he turned me onto my back. I stared up at him, begging him with my eyes, hoping he’d show mercy but the look he had in his eyes had that thought vanished as soon as it came. The look in his eyes had my throat closing up, my heart rate spiked, the fear coursing through my veins.

“You see that’s what pisses me off even more about you. You fuck up time and time again and when I take the time out of my day to discipline you, you have the nerve to feign ignorance?” He growled, gripping my chin with his fingers harshly.

His face was twisted in anger, his bright golden eyes hard darken to the point where they were almost unrecognizable. “If you’re gonna fuck up own up to it! I don’t have the time to tell you again and again to fix yourself! This is the last fucking time, San! The next time I'll kill you! I don't give a fuck if I get a scolding from Mei you're not worth keeping alive if all you do is fuck up all the time!"

"Kei that's enough."

I didn't dare look away from him at the sound of Kiri's voice, knowing even something as minuscule as averting my gaze from his was enough for him to beat me some more. He gazed deeper and deeper into my eyes before he finally scoffed, slamming me into the ground. I squeezed my eyes shut the moment my head hit the concrete, the room spinning as my ears rang. I let out a groan, curling in on myself, covering my head to protect myself from any more.

"Clean him up." Kei let out with a grunt, wiping his hands off on my shirt.

I heard him let out a huff of air before hearing his footsteps leaving. I winced the moment I opened my eyes, trying to push myself up off the floor but cried out the second I put any kind of pressure on my left arm. I heard Kiri rush over to me but I yanked my arm out of her grip when I felt her fingers touch me. I pushed myself up slowly with my right arm, gritting my teeth as I sat up and dragged myself back, leaning against the wall behind me. I groaned low in my throat as I took a look at my arm, seeing the huge gash starting from my elbow down to my wrist. I saw Kiri try to reach for me again but I slapped her hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I spat out through gritted teeth.

I looked away from her as I tried to stand, missing the way something flashed in her eyes. I was unsuccessful in my attempt to stand so I resigned myself to staying there on the ground. Just as I heaved out a sigh a second later a cry of pain fell from my lips. Kiri had reached forward and grabbed my left forearm, digging her fingers into the open wound. I let out curse after curse as I tried to pry her hand off of me but it was no use, Kei had weakened me too much. I looked into Kiri’s eyes only to flinch at the sight of them.

“You either let me help you or I finish what Kei started but I promise you it’ll be much worse.” She said, her voice light as she gently brushed her fingers against my cheek.

-Present Time-

Kei had broken three of my ribs, fractured my tibia and gave me a severe concussion that day. What’s worse is that a beating like that was something I was more than used to receiving from him. I exhaled shakily, leaning further into the seat as he drove off, silence enveloping us.

It didn’t take long to arrive to wherever he was taking me. Once there all he said was to get out, hopping out of the car before I could even say anything. I clenched my hands tightly into fists for an instant, inhaling sharply through my nose. I must’ve taken too long to get out as Kei opened the backdoor and pulled me out of the car, dismissive of my cries of pain as my legs got tangled up with each other when he yanked me out of the car so abruptly. I hissed as I tried to straighten out but I stumbled, finding it difficult to stand on my own, using the car to hold myself upright. I heard Kei click his tongue, a set of crouches appearing in my line of sight moments later.

“Here. I’m not in the mood to carry you.” He grumbled out, turning his back on me as soon as I grabbed the crouches.

He walked away from me before I could say anything, silently telling me to follow him with a tilt of his head. I had no other choice but to follow him, not knowing exactly where I was. I wasn’t blindfolded or anything but this part of the city was completely unknown to me, I wasn’t even sure if I was even still in the city to begin with. I followed after Kei silently, thought after thought filling my head and most of them were thoughts of Y/N.

I wanted to see her so badly. I didn't think I'd miss her as much as I did. I missed seeing her smile, hearing her laugh, holding her in my arms, fuck just having her within reach. I missed the days I spent messing around with her, teasing her with my words, spurring her on just to watch the way her eyes narrowed ever so slightly when she was annoyed. I missed everything, not just her but everything about that place. Sure there were those times with Yunho but, shit, I even missed those times. I took it all for granted, everything. I let myself feel at ease and look at what happened. I can't believe I forgot about these people. In that one moment of bliss I lost all sense of judgement, I had forgotten the very reason why I never stayed in one place for too long.

"San...it's been so long."

Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts, my eyes meeting her golden ones, her features identical to Kei's. For a moment I had forgotten that those two were twins in the first place, Kei calling her his older sister throwing me off sometimes since she's only older by a few minutes. Mei was sitting at the far end of a table in the middle of the room. At the sight of her I unconsciously took a step back, leaning into the wall behind me. She scanned me from head to toe before a smile that chilled me to the bone tugged at the corners of her lips.

-Y/N's P.O.V-

I sat out on the porch, a cigarette held limply in between my fingers. It wasn't lit but I was thinking about lighting it, I wanted to light it. I had been off of cigarettes for a few years and to have those years go to waste...I couldn't bring myself to do it. But I...I needed something, anything. It's been six weeks, six weeks since San was taken and I've never felt more desperate. I let out a shaky breath, burying my face in my hands. I was starting to lose my mind...I don't know how much longer I can take this.

"Y/N!"

My head shot up at the sound of my name. I quickly got up and ran inside, almost colliding with Yunho. He put his arms out to steady me when I stepped back so as to not bump into him, stumbling a bit.

"We found him. We found Kanda." He said hurriedly, a small smile playing at his lips.

The instant I heard that a lump formed in my throat, my eyes filling with tears. I gasped for air, trying to stop myself from sob, a relieved smile on my face. I gripped onto the sleeves of his sweater, that being the only thing keeping my standing.

"Where--where is he?"

"I'll tell you everything on the way. The others are already there. Let's go before Seonghwa bursts in there, the others can only hold him back for so long." He said, turning me around and began leading me out of the house.

……

Once there I ran out of the car, not even waiting for Yunho to stop properly. I ran over to where the others where, reaching out for Seonghwa's arm since he was the closest to me.

"Do you know if he's in there?" I asked out of breathe.

He shook his head, clenching his hands into fists, "Even if he's not in there I'm going to beat that bastard half to death until he tells me what he did to San."

I pat the side of his arm before going to the front, addressing everyone, “I want you all to stay here. I need to go in there and speak to Kanda myself.”

As soon as I uttered those words the protests started to come in but the ones that protested the loudest were Seonghwa, Hongjoong, and Yunho. Those three immediately stepped forward, each having different things to say.

“You’re crazy if you think I’ll let you go in there with a guy that’s almost killed you more times than I’m comfortable with.” Yunho spoke in a firm voice, grabbing onto my arm.

“It’s too dangerous for you to go on your own. At least let one of us go with you.” Hongjoong said urgently.

“I’m not going to just sit around here and wait, Y/N. I’ve waited long enough. I’m going to get my hands on that son of a bit one way or another.” Seonghwa said, his tone of voice telling me he really will storm into the place on his own, with or without my permission.

I sighed heavily and nodded at Seonghwa, “Fine, you can come but the rest of you stay out here.”

“Y/N-”

“Yunho I need you to keep some semblance of order out here with the others.” I said quickly before prying his hand off of me and leaving with Seonghwa in tow.

I remained quiet as I walked in the building, Seonghwa leading the way. The two of us didn’t exchange any words once it was just the two of us, too focused on the task at hand. I inhaled sharply at what I had to do to get any type of information out of Kanda, my pride and ego had to go on the back burner for this. I wanted to do this on my own so none of the guys had to witness me in that state but Seonghwa was a ticking time bomb.

“Hwa...I’m going to need you to let me do all the talking. Don’t interrupt me no matter how much you want to.” I said standing outside the door, “Don’t pull out your weapons even if they have theirs drawn.”

“But-”

“Just trust me on this.” I cut him off, my tone of voice enough for him to know not to question me.

He set his mouth into a straight line, nodding his head, staring straight ahead. With a heavy sigh I knocked on the door, only having to wait a few seconds before it swung open. The woman I vaguely remembered as being one of Kanda’s subordinates looked at the two of us wide eyed, pulling out a gun and pointing it at me without hesitation. I could see Seonghwa move to take out his own gun out of the corner of my eye but I stopped him, grabbing onto his wrist firmly. I didn’t take my eyes off the woman for a second, putting a hand up to show I didn’t come with ill intent.

“I’m just here to talk.”

Her gaze flickered from Seonghwa to me and then back again. I could tell she was trying to figure out what to do.

“Kanda!”

That was all she had to say before I heard movement coming in from the apartment, Kanda appearing moments later. The look in his eyes told me he was more than surprised to see me standing there. What must’ve surprised him the most was the calm look in my eyes. I didn’t come here to fight...no...if I did the others would kill him before I got any answers out of him. Even though I was the angriest of the bunch I had buried my anger...desperation was all I felt now, nothing else, nothing more. I stared into Kanda’s eyes for a moment longer before I did something I never thought I’d ever do.

I bowed at a ninety degree angle, staring down at the floor as I clenched my hands at my sides, “Kanda please, I...I’m begging you, give San back to me. I’ll do anything you ask I’ll even take his place so--so please, please let him go.”

By the time I finished talking I was shaking, trying to hold in my tears. I didn’t dare to look up, trying to keep myself together. I saw Seonghwa shuffle on his feet but he remained quiet, they all did. As the seconds ticked by the faster my heart beat, that is until I heard Kanda sigh heavily.

“He’s….he’s not-"

"I’m-"

"Wait!-"

I gripped onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him up off the floor, his head hanging back limply. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, shaking my head for a moment and when I opened my eyes again my brain finally registered what they were seeing. I looked around, my grip loosening at the sight. The whole apartment was covered in blood, bodies lay on the floor, unmoving. The four that lay on the floor had pools of blood underneath them. My face paled as U recognized one of them to be Seonghwa. My grip was gone at the sight of him, Kanda falling to the ground with a thud. I took a step towards Seonghwa, terrified at the thought that he might be dead. What--what the hell happened? I...I don't remember anything. I looked down at my hands to see them covered with blood, the blood even trailed up my arms, stopping at my elbows.

I stumbled back into the wall, sliding down to the floor. My body didn't stop shaking even when I heard the others run into the apartment. I watched with wide eyes as Yunho slipped on the blood on the floor, Wooyoung steadying him. My eyes scanned every one of their faces, seeing the horror in their eyes as they took in the scene they walked into. Yeosang and Jongho ran to where Seonghwa was, checking his pulse and applying pressure to his open wounds. My eyes were glued to Seonghwa's body, my heart beating so loud I could hear it in my ears.

"Y/N. Y/N! Look at me. What the hell happened here?!" Yunho asked, cupping my face in both his hands and forced me to look at him.

"I...I don't know. I…” I trailed off, my eyes on Mingi as he checked on Kanda, my heart sinking, “No. I...I need him. I still don’t know what he did with San!”

I moved to go to him but Yunho stopped me, his grip on my shoulders tight, “Y/N if you did all this I need you to tell me.”

I looked at him in a daze, trying to remember what had happened here but I just kept coming up empty. I caught a glimpse of my hands once more, my body still trembling...but I didn’t know why...unless I- no it can’t be. I couldn’t have done all this...could I? But Seonghwa…? There’s absolutely no way I’d ever harm him yet just thinking about it had a lump forming in my throat, the blood in my veins running cold.

“I don’t know. I...I really don’t know, Yun. I can’t remember anything.”

Was I really willing to go this far, to the point where I even harmed one of my most trusted for San? I would never… right?

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It is a quiet night. Each floor of the house hummed with white noise. Cedric played with Nasir, fed him, ran him a bath, and read him asleep all the while exhausted from a long day, hungry, and wondering how his wife was strong enough to handle Sir with a straight face for two years. He frequently pulled himself together after falling apart from chasing Nasir around, keeping him entertained and taken care of. He pulled himself up the stairs, lagging each leg forward. His head felt like a water balloon. “Shit”, he grumbled, patted himself down, “my phone”.

“Uh...huh,” Yvette stifles her cries. She’s trying to swallow the pain, she holds her breath and closes her eyes. While her husband took care of their child, she found herself cleaning up their room. They moved into this house after Nasir’s infant stage. There was no reason an infant toy would have been found under the bed. Nasir played with monster trucks, blocks, action figures... nonetheless Yvette’s discovery invited a heavy wave of sadness into the room. She cried silently thinking of her many failed pregnancy attempts. She had it all, a husband, a child, money, family, a happy life, accomplished goals, her own successful LLC, luxury living in her lap....but she couldn’t get pregnant. Not for one whole year. The chances that the doctor could say “sorry Yvette, but you can’t get pregnant at all, let’s look at your options”, was a very real, very big chance that she didn’t want to face.

Thump, thump, thump.... Yvette tries to wipe her face from snot and tears and cease her hysterical crying. She didn’t want Cedric to see her because she didn’t want him to get sad and stop trying. “Shit”, ... “my phone” she overheard his deep, sleepy voice. She got herself together and followed him downstairs. Staying in the room by herself by the baby toy would grant her access to more depression and anxiety. Nope.

“I don’t know if you know but, my spidey senses are tingling and they are normally right, especially about you,” he places his big hand on her forehead, “hmmm....mmmmm, you’re warm, you feel........sad”. He says jokingly. She did have a sad aura or energy about her, she couldn’t hide it if she tried. Cedric was joking but suddenly realized he was right. He knew immediately what it was about. He pulled her in, and gave her a big hug. He held her for a full minute, as if he could melt away the sadness that seemed to wrap her up within itself. “The doctors appointment is tomorrow morning...it’s 1 am, let’s get some good rest, okay?” She nods with her head pressed against his chest. “Let’s get high, that’ll help with the resting”, she suggested. He still held her in his arms as she looked up at him, he grinned, knowing good and well he could not handle getting lit and agreed.

“Well Mrs. Wood, I have good news and bad news about your situation.” Dr. Magnus speaks calmly to his patient. “Our team has ran tests closely, analyzed your pelvic exams, and taken blood tests. Today we are going to take a closer look at your ultrasound to answer your question about infertility.” He flowed through doctoral phrases with fluidity and no anxiety despite Yvette pulsating her nervousness into the room. “Which would you like to hear first? The good or the bad news?”

Yvette looks at the window, “the bad news.” The doctor continues with the news requested, “Well, the bad news is that your uterus is shaped oddly now, making it hard for a fertilized egg to implant, which is why you haven’t gotten pregnant.”

“The good news is that we can get you pregnant...” Cedric cuts in, “We?”. The doctor clears his throat, “with your help of course Mr. Wood”. Cedric doesn’t move, he gets very rigid and then relaxes, letting out a little scoff. “What’s the good news doc?” he asks bluntly knowing good and well Dr. Magnus literally just said the good news.

The doctor remains silent for a brief moment, demanding respect in the room. “I mean, if her tubes are shaped like a maze and my sperm can’t seem to find their way, then what is the good news?” The doctor is relieved and maintains his posture, “Ah,” he says.

“No seriously doc, but continue, I’m interested. Sorry about that.” Cedric falls quiet, he realizes he’s making an ass of himself and of his family.

“You were saying Doc...”

Dr. Magnus, “What’s the rush, if you don’t mind me asking? You already have a little one I’m sure he’s a handful.”

“Doctor with all due respect, how can I get pregnant?”

Cedric thinks to himself, “At least it wasn’t me, cant fix that”.

“So Dr. Magnus, if IVF is the next best option. How do we finance that? I heard it’s not like covered by insurance.” Yvette inquires her next option.

Dr. Magnus takes a deep breath in, “Well you guys, you’re right, it is an investment. IVF is a process that takes time, and it takes a toll on your body. But because of how selective the process is, and how controlled the decisions are, the chances of getting pregnant are 98%, especially in this case.”

Cedric, “That sounds good doc. How much are we looking at on the price tag?” Dr. Magnus, “You’re looking at roughly 15,000 simoleons Cedric. And like Yvette said, that is up front. Once the payment is finalized we can expedite the process immediately.” Cedric’s jaw drops, he can hear his heart beating and his palms are sweating. “Okay,” he says sternly, that isn’t a price he can debate with anyone. If Yvette wants to get pregnant, and IVF is her only option, then he feels it’s his duty to see that through. For better or for worse.

Yvette jumps forwards, “How much?” she is stunned, that’s her first time hearing the price. “You said the chances are 100% right?” The doctor corrects her quickly, “98%.” She is baffled, “So we are paying 15,000 simoleons with no insurance or refund policy for something that could go wrong 2% of the time? What if I’m the 2%?” She sits back and notices she’s thinking out loud. She looks at Cedric for an answer. He doesn’t say anything but his eyes are telling her it’s okay.

The doctor continues with the explanation of IVF and how it works as a fertility treatment. He talks for roughly 3 minutes and hands them a pamphlet to read. He asks them if they’re ready. Cedric, “When do we start?”

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Please do 37. A smidge of angst for our holiday pleasure. Mauahahaha.

**Happy Christmas, friends! I’m doing the 25 days of Christmas with Bill and tiger, so go on and send me a prompt from the list, or any list, or make up your own–to read about all the troubles these two morons can find themselves in during the holiday season

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37. “You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

Misery. That’s all this was. Surrounded by flashing lights and jovial faces, warm sentiments and love, you were just in misery. Of all the years you had known Bill, this would only be the second Christmas you had ever spent without him—the first one being the year that you met. Even with a family as big and a schedule as crazy as his, you had somehow always been able to divide the holidays amongst your families—sometimes you would follow him back home for a few days, before he’d return with you and celebrate with your family. Each of them had just accepted the other as their own and it was just a given—where Bill went for Christmas, you followed. And when you came back home, he’d call up your mom and ask what he could bring to your family dinner.

But a bad stroke of luck this year, a filming schedule that ran right until the week of Christmas had left him scrambling. His family was used to accommodating changing schedules, whether that meant celebrating Christmas a little earlier or a little later, and this year all the siblings had been available the day before Christmas Eve. It was cutting it too close for your family celebrations, so you opted out of joining him this year. No one was to blame, but both of you still hated it.

“I’m sorry, tiger,” he sighed over the phone before hopping his flight, “I wish I would have wrapped earlier.”

“It happens, bud. Go be with your family, I’ll be here with mine, and I’ll see you in two days.”

“I hate this,” he grumbled.

“I know. But say hi to them for me,” you tried to smile.

“I will.”

“Give Alex a kiss for me,” you smirked, “On the mouth.”

You were met with dead silence, a long pause as your devious smile grew wider.

“You’re not funny kid,” he deadpanned, “Not even a little.”

With instructions to text you when he landed, you hung up the phone with a heavy heart.

The bad luck would only continue. A winter storm hit, burying his town in snow on the day he was supposed to leave. The city was in lockdown with 4 feet of snow on the ground; you followed the local news and while you couldn’t understand the words, the pictures were clear enough. Cars were stuck, trains weren’t operating, the airport had shut except for emergency flights. And when his number popped up on your phone the morning of Christmas eve, your heart sank. You took a deep breath in before answering.

“Tiger,” he started, and you could tell by his tone that no good news was coming your way, “I don’t know if you’ve been following, but…”

“Looks pretty bad, bud,” you interrupted.

“It is. The entire city is shut down. Nothing is leaving here, kid,” he murmured, “Including me.”

You took a deep breath, willing the tears back and swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry, tiger,” he said, and he sounded as heartbroken as you felt, “God this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Bill,” you sighed, “It’s okay. Christmas is just a day. We can celebrate it together any day. And we will, bud. We will.”

You knew he didn’t believe you, but he was trying to hold it together too.

“I haven’t seen you in a month, kid,” he said, “I hate that. I hate this. I want to spend Christmas with you.”

“I want to spend Christmas with you too,” the tears were getting harder to hold back, “But Mother Nature had other plans.”

“It’s not fair. I just want to hug you and kiss you under the mistletoe and cuddle up with you in blankets and bake Granny’s shortbreads and see your family and just…hold onto you so tight. I miss you kid, I miss you so—”

You couldn’t stop it now, big fat tears rolled down your cheeks the more he spoke.

“Bill, please—“ you interrupted, “Don’t make this harder.”

A deep sigh came through the phone, followed by a long pause.

“Merry Christmas tiger,” he said, “I love you.”

“Merry Christmas Billy Goat,” you replied, “I love you too.”

And it was hard. Spending Christmas Eve with your family was fun, the loud and boisterousness of it all took your mind off of your loneliness, but your heart was still heavy. You missed him. Missed his presence, his comfort, his smile that you would catch from across the room. You missed the waft of his cologne you would sometimes get as he flitted about your parents’ house, missed his goofy, hideous Christmas sweaters he always insisted on wearing, missed the midnight walk on Christmas Eve you would always take together. Missed his arms around you during the night, missed the hot chocolate the two of you would always creep into the kitchen to make at 2AM, you just missed….him. In every way.

Christmas Eve came and went, the dinner was plentiful, the gifts were in abundance and the alcohol flowed. And on Christmas morning you took home the few packages with his name on it—gifts from your parents and a few aunts and uncles who were always fond of him-but when you put them under your tree, you broke. Hugging your knees to your chest, you buried your face in them as you just let the sadness overtake you. It was a lot, the time leading up to the holidays without him. Work had been stressful, the bustle of the holidays adding to your anxiety and you didn’t have that grounding presence, that steady voice of calm, to help you reel it all back in. You didn’t have the affection you craved, the kind you needed, and when it seemed like the whole world was in love and celebrating it, you were….alone. During a time where you should be anything but that.

Your family didn’t do much on Christmas day, celebrating the majority of the festivus season on Christmas Eve. They had offered for you to stay for dinner so you wouldn’t be alone, but you wanted some peace and quiet—you wanted to sulk a bit, wallow in your sadness, without anybody witnessing it.

You swiped at your cheeks roughly, hauling yourself up from the floor. You changed into one of his shirts—a fresh set of tears making their way down your cheeks when you caught the barest hint of his scent—and you climbed into bed. You wouldn’t sleep, you knew, but at least with your stuffed tiger cuddled to your chest and his shirt all around you, maybe you could find some peace. Some solace from the heavy ache in your chest at his absence.

You must have drifted off at some point, because the sound of the door unlocking jarred you from a light sleep. Confused, you rubbed at your eyes as you tentatively patted for your beloved knife under your pillow. Moving as silently as you could, you made your way out of your room and down the hall just as the door flung open.

You paused, staring at the sight in front of you in disbelief.

There in your doorway, looking haggard beyond belief and shaking the snowflakes from his shoulders, was Bill. Exhausted and disheveled, stubble covering his jaw and deep bags under his eyes as he set his suitcase down, he looked terrible—but he was there. Staring at him wide eyed, you shook your head a little—half expecting him to dissipate as if he was a mere figment of your imagination. His eyes fell on you, and you could hear his deep exhale.

“Tiger,” he sighed, “My tiger.”

You couldn’t move, staying rooted to the spot.

“C’mere sweetheart,” he stepped into your hallway, toeing his shoes off and extending his arms.

You thought you were imagining things, continuing to stare at him while staying completely immobile.

“Tiger?” He looked at you a little uneasily, lowering his arms and taking a cautious step forward, “Put the knife down.”

And it was only when he moved again, only when you caught a whiff of his cologne, that something clicked in your brain—he was here. He was actually, truly here and it wasn’t just some cruel apparition, some illusion born of how badly you needed him.

The knife clanged to the floor as you ran to him, leaping into his arms as he caught you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms pulling him to you and he held on just as tightly. Stuffing his nose in your neck, he inhaled deeply before you pulled back and crushed your lips to his. You kissed him with a fervour, pouring every ounce of need and loneliness you had felt into it, and he held onto you as he kissed you back just as urgently.

“Bill,” you tried, but it was just a sob against his lips, “What are you doing here?”

He kissed you again, holding you closer to him as you cried.

“Spending Christmas with you,” he murmured, and you clutched at him.

“But….how?” You sniffled, “The whole city was on lockdown. The airport was closed, I saw it.”

“An 18 hour ferry to fucking Latvia,” he paused to kiss you, “and then a red eye flight, and two more flights,” another kiss to your lips, then to your nose, and then your eyelids, “But here I am.”

You couldn’t speak, overcome with emotion you buried your face in his neck but he set you on your feet, pulling back to cup your cheeks in his hands.

“You didn’t think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” He murmured, kissing a few of the tears trailing down your cheeks. With a loud, choking sob you jumped on him again, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as he walked you back into the bedroom.

“Merry Christmas, kid,” he whispered into your hair.

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