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What Love Breeds - Ch 11

Jason has hard conversations.

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The screen blinks from black to his father’s face in two alarming seconds. Jason clears his throat. “Hi, Dad.”

“This better be good, Jay,” his father snarls. His tan, weathered skin is backlit by the bright Greek sun. James Shaw is difficult to hear over the crash of waves and live music that blares from the resort patio, but his familiar glare is loud and clear.

“So, um, we had the yearly review a few weeks ago.” Jason clears his throat. He adjusts the laptop’s angle in a nervous fidget.

“And?” James snaps.

“And, you remember Dressings? Van Dressings? He said - well, mentioned, that the board liked to sample farm products.”

James is unmoved. As Jason’s pause sits between them, unwanted and untouched, he repeats himself, “And?”

“He fucked one of the cows. Our newest project, actually. He implied that they - that the board would do this frequently when you were - when it was you. I just needed to know if that were true.” Jason swallows thickly.

James cocks one bushy grey eyebrow. “That’s it? Yeah, they fuck ‘em. What, are you asking if you should’ve charged? They’re the board for Christ’s sake, Jason. They can fuck them whenever they want.”

“Did you?” Jason blurts.

“Did I what?” James demands, an icy edge undercutting the question.

“Did you use them the same way the board does?” Jason asks. He knows better than this. Years of working for his father in bookkeeping, of coming home from college and rounding the business with his dad, of sitting in board meetings preparing for the eventual day he would have the position he does now; they’ve all trained him to never ask his dad a question he doesn’t want the answer to, but more importantly, one his father won’t want to answer. But the desperation wrings Jason like a rag and something inside him is imploding. He stares at his father’s ever-present scowl, and struggles to remember how to breath.

His father leans in closer to the video camera until his unblinking, unwavering facade takes up its entirety. Jason would snort if he weren’t frozen with fear. “Now listen to me, here. I never touched one of our girls. As the owner, as the founder, I couldn’t wake up the next day and respect myself. Could you?”

Jason shakes his head so briefly it’s almost imperceptible.

“Good.” James takes a second before leaning away slightly. “You don’t mix business with pleasure. You don’t. Even when the business is pleasure. It’s a line you don’t cross, impossible to come back from. At that point, the business might as well crumble under your feet. You’re finished.”

“What… What do you mean?”

James rolls his eyes. “You’ll understand when you’ve seen it happen. Randall’s Dairy came close once, in the nineties. Too close for comfort if you ask me. You remember what happened with Wayne Randall?”

“No.”

James waves his hand and brushes the story aside. “Find someone else to tell you. All that matters is, you’ve never messed around with the livestock. Right?”

Jason nods. “Yes, sir.”

“And you won’t. If you do, you’ll be out. I’ll find some other yuppy to take your position, or, Hell, call your sister up.” James laughs bitterly. “Either way, you touch one of them, and I’ll bury you in some position so far down the totem pole they won’t even recognize your name. But you knew that, because I didn’t raise an idiot,” he spits.

“Right,” Jason says before quickly correcting himself, “Right, sir.”

“Good. Get back to work.” James fumbles to slap the laptop shut, leaving Jason with his own reflection in the blank screen. His eyebags sag into his cheeks, and there’s a weary clench to his jaw. Jason reaches a trembling hand for his thermos and takes a deep sip of Essie, still warm in the cup.

As her taste passes through him, his panic ebbs, and Jason feels himself catch his breath for the first time in the last six and a half minutes. Is this what his father meant? That he grows more dependent on Essie every day? But what did Wayne Randall have to do with anything? As far as Jason remembered, Randall’s Dairy had been nothing but their fiercest and only competitor for the last forty years. They’d passed ownership down to their oldest son, Dean, a couple years before Jason took up his own father’s mantle. As Jason tries to force connections and piece together his father’s cryptic message, he feels the challenge become increasingly difficult. At the same time, he realizes he drained his thirty-two ounce thermos in a matter of minutes.

He groans and presses his face into his hands, allowing the thermos to thud onto his office rug. With his eyes closed, he sees only Essie’s face, her soft body, the swelling slosh of her breasts. He’s standing from his chair without a conscious thought, blinking through his overhead lights, and marching across the building.

As medical interns and lower-level staff part a path for Jason, he checks his wristwatch. The herd should be finishing their second meal right about now, the majority of them transitioning to a nap. Only a few will be led by handlers to the playpen, where they’ll wait in individual stalls to be called in front of the well-paying audience. If Jason remembers today’s schedule accurately, several of them will be paired off together for crowd viewing, a few have been pre-purchased for private sessions, and their best seller is up for public bid.

As he rounds into the barn doors, staff are already taking today’s roster down the hall. The cows follow blindly with foggy, distant gazes, their bodies swaying from side to side as they stumble after their command-givers. Tommy heads up the rear with Harper at his heels. Her usual aggression is gone and swept away by the slack, open-mouthed face that blindly tracks Tommy’s every step.

Tommy slows as he and Jason meet.

“Replace her with EMT299,” Jason orders. “And bring her milk. As much of it as you have.”

Tommy is momentarily taken aback before he nods and turns abruptly with Harper. Jason overlooks the herd from the open doors as Harper is trotted back into her pen and put to rest. Jason’s eyes then swing to Essie, who lies on her back and seems to play with her own fingers, twirling them between each other and giggling all the while. As Tommy comes to her pen, she hears his instruction and is blankly at his beck and call. They head back to Jason, and Tommy hands her off.

Tommy lowers his voice. “You know, Harper was going to be up for bid. That’s a lot of cash you’re losing putting Essie in with the other girls.”

“She’s not going in with them,” Jason answers definitively. “They’ll bid on her as well.”

Tommy bites his tongue for as long as he can. “You sure?” he asks eventually. “We usually demo them with each other before we give anyone the chance to bid. Works up their appetite and shows off what the girl’s like in the playpen. Essie wasn’t supposed to go on until Friday, anyway.”

“They’ll get what they need,” Jason barks. Tommy blinks.

“I’ll… I’ll bring her milk,” he says, and Jason nods gruffly. They part, Jason hauling Essie up behind the rest of the handlers and herd, and Tommy disappearing into the walk-in refrigerator, hunting down Essie’s load from that morning.

The herd and handlers approach the playpen’s entrance. Board members, investors themselves, and the rich and kinky enter through the main doorway into a viewing room. It resembles a theater with raised velvet seats and carpeted walkways, though the seats are distanced by large gaps between them. In these spaces, a privacy screen can be raised mid-show to give their audience the seclusion they require. They rise to an adequate height, measured carefully to not block anyone’s view. There is no enormous white screen at the front, after all, but a window peering directly into the plush playpen.

Beyond this public entrance to the audience’s cushioned interior and down a thin side hallway, is a door locked to anyone without a key card or the nine-digit daily passcode. This entrance leads to sealed stalls. Handlers load individual cows into their white, sterile three-by-three rooms and lock the exits behind them, though there is truly no need. Cows wait patiently in their trance for their turn, when a voice comes over the loud speaker and releases them. Handlers load the four who will enter the playpen as a group into their stalls first, then Essie in the middle. The remaining two are brought farther down the hall to customers who purchased intimate, solo sessions in private rooms. Jason assigns two handlers to observe these solo sessions through monitors, knowing they will enter if the sessions run awry.

The remaining handlers move for the playpen, where they stand at the ready as safeguards. As the handlers open and close doors behind themselves, the sound of the viewing crowd wafts in and out. Jason doesn’t have much time if he wants to get his hands on her now.

He unlocks her door with his keycard and slips off one of his shoes to prop it open. Jason stumbles in behind Essie May, wobbling unevenly into the tight space.

“Wide awake,” he breathes in her ear. Essie rouses, though her waking state isn’t much different from trance at this point. Jason takes Essie by the shoulders and spins her to face him, the motion bobbling her head and eliciting giggles.

“Hi,” she teeters before Jason can shush her.

“Be very quiet,” he says, his hands already roaming up and down her sides. She doesn’t notice her body moving with his touch, angling itself closer to him.

She nods before her eyes wander from his face back to the blank wall. When they circle around and find Jason once again, Essie says, no quieter, “Hi!”

Jason sighs and grabs hold of her jaw. “Open wide.”

Essie’s mouth drops instantly. Jason pushes his finger past her lips and he directs her to, “Suck.”

Essie goes to work, her tongue swirling around his finger and saliva peeking from the corners of her mouth. For a moment, Jason forgets where he is as his world becomes Essie and her fervor. She moans intermittently and wraps both hands around Jason’s arm, pulling him deeper down her throat. She bobs up and down as she licks him from fingernail to knuckle and squeezes her thick thighs together. Her legs are pressed all the more tightly as Jason adds his middle finger to the mix and takes a fistful of her ass with his free hand. He gropes her roughly, his breathing rising to meet Essie’s intensity, and lets a hard spank loose on her ass. Essie’s squeal is muffled by his fingers, but a tiny voice in the back of Jason’s mind warns him that the slap was plenty loud on its own.

Jason can’t care anymore. This is the only way he can have her instantly and he won’t wait until tonight. So he moves her playpen schedule up a couple days – if it gets her alone in a private room for thirty minutes, so what? As long as Tommy holds up his end of Jason’s half-assembled plan, they’ll still make more money than if they’d sent Harper. His father’s words echo in his ears. Maybe he will destroy the company. He doesn’t care. He can still feel the warmth of Essie’s milk in the bottom of his stomach. It’s all he can bare not to drink her dry in this room. Staring down at Essie, her chin glistening with drool and her eyes half-lidded with lust, Jason feels complete. This is where he’s supposed to be, and fuck everything else. If he were thinking clearly, he might realize that’s the exact sort of idiocy his father warned him about, but he’s not. He’s unzipping his pants and pushing Essie’s head down to his dick.

Essie May whines when his fingers leave her mouth, but is quick to find her next target. Her lips wrap around his already hard cock, and she takes as much of it in her mouth as she can. She bobs up and down his shaft as the precum coats her tongue and her moans echo through the holding pens. Jason takes handfuls of her hair and steadies her against his cock as he begins rocking his hips, thrusting down her throat. He stares down at her and as they rock in time with one another, he has eyes primarily for the pendulous swing of her breasts. She’s full again already, as she should be on her new and overactive meal plan. He pulls more of her hair into his grip as he wishes he were at her tits, and forces himself to stare down at her face instead. Her eyes are far-gone though her mouth moves so actively, devouring him with every pump.

Jason’s vision flashes white the longer they go. The pressure builds in his stomach, the release threatening them both. He wants to stay in this moment for another hour, for another week. The feel of her tongue working around him comes close only to the taste of her milk, the phantom flavor still lingering on his tastebuds and growing stronger with his arousal. When Jason’s getting too close to his climax, desperate to postpone the inevitable, he yanks her off. Essie protests, her mouth open and panting, her face furrowing with dismay. Instead, he positions her hands to cup her own tits together, and slides his drenched dick between them. Jason tilts her beneath him and lowers his body to allow him to fuck her tits properly, his slacks caught around his knees and putting him in an awkward position. He manages, though, and drools over Essie himself as he focuses on the push and pull of her tits around his cock. The more motion there is, the more milk beads at her nipples, and the harder Jason fucks. Essie pants with her tongue dangling loosely under him, her pussy drowning the ground beneath her. All cows are, but Essie is especially fragrant, and it pushes Jason into a frenzy as he thrusts faster than he knew he could. His head spins the more brutally he pushes himself, his breath coming in short, erratic bursts, but the pleasure electrifying him as he catches whiff after whiff of her pussy and the faint scent of her milk. As more spills from her tits, Essie palms her chest and rubs in circles, spreading her milk over her breasts and lubricating Jason’s cock, pushing him to the edge. Jason groans over her, his animalistic noises tangling with hers. All at once he comes to an end – his thighs clench into a rigid form as he slides through her silky breasts one final, delicious time. Thick streams of his cum splatter her neck and chin in tight, explosive bursts, his white stream mixing with hers. He grunts through it, and lowers himself to his knees. Jason straddles Essie with his softening dick against her stomach, both creatures catching their breaths.

Jason wheezes, “G-good girl, good girl, oh, very good girl.”

Essie moos lowly under him, momentarily frozen by the tingling that rockets from her cunt to her toes. Another gush of her wetness rolls down her thighs, a thick glob swinging from her pussy. As she releases her tits, the skin between them shiny and red where Jason moved so vigorously, she wipes her fingers through the mixture painting her chest and throat.

Essie scoops as much as she can into her mouth, swallowing eagerly. Her skin is left with nothing but the faint sheen of her product and Jason’s load as he slows his breathing on top of her.

“Good,” he appreciates. “Make yourself nice and pretty for everyone you’re about to meet.”

Essie giggles. “Wha-? Like, uh… hehe, new... friends?”

Jason chuckles. “Yeah. Something like that.”

She smiles, cum and her own fluid still shining on her lips, as Jason rights himself in the holding pen. He swipes a hand through his hair and tucks his shirt back into his slacks, fastening himself into his suit. He struggles to mash his foot into the shoe that was holding the door ajar. Once he’s frustrated enough, he careens out of the holding pen and into the hallway to use both hands on this damn boot.

He’s halfway through his laces when he notices the pair of legs standing at the other end of the hall. He looks up through his still disheveled hair, undoubtedly greased by his sweat at this point, and is face to face with Tommy.

Tommy, who carries two sealed gallons labeled ‘EMT299’, and stares. His eyes dart from Jason’s undone shoe to the stall behind him. Tommy asks, a certain gravity pulling on every word, “What’s going on, Jay?”

#what love breeds #hucow kink #ch 11

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master-of-fluff · 2 years

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For the The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Tumblr Meme asks Kai 1, 6, 7, 14, & 20

What does their bedroom look like?

Kai's bedroom is very minimalistic he's got a dresser and clothes, a desk, a nightstand and a bed. At least that's what it looks like to and outside.

Kai's desk is literally stuffed with drawings and other things from his family that he hoards, he also has a bunch of boxes under his bed with more stuff from everyone/birthday presents.

top of his dresser has literally so much crap he didnt want lloyd and jay to reach falling off it that the little scavengers get the stuff anyways.

6. Eating habits and samples daily menu

Kai literally puts hot sauce on everything, eggs? Hotsauce. Skittles? Oh yeah that definitly needs hot sauce

Daily menu sorta depends on whos cooking but ingrediants are usually bought either on sale or in bulk to save money since theres so many people

So things like eggs, peanut butter, noodles and rice

Ergo things that are made a lot are: eggs of all kinds, curry, fried rice, PB pancakes, noodles with PB sauce, pb sandwiches and thibsg like that

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time:

When Kai actually does decide to waste time he either plays video games or tries learning different dances, his favorite is breakdancing!

however its pretty rare for Kai to waste time on himself, usually only if none of his other siblings are doing anything because he got so used to doing everything for Nya and him that its hard to just, not need to do somethng productive or helpful.

14. Physical abnormaties?

I think aside from the scar above his eye he also has several burns on his hands and arms from both his power and the forge, has chronic pain in his hands, back and some other places.

Also has lots of cut scars everywhere from ninja work and also has phantom pains from some of the worse ones.

Definitely on the short side due to malnourishmente.

permanant eyebags.

I think that aside from Lloyd, Kai has the most stretchmarks, going from slightly starving half to getting more then enough food at the monestary, Kai always did his best to spare Nya from going hungry so she was still sorta malnourished but not as bad.

Once they both got a more steady diets they shot up to full quite a bit and then kai stayed at that height and nya grew a little bit afterwards.

20. Childhood illnesses?

Again kai was pretty malnurished and because of that he got sick a lot in winter, mostly colds and maybe the flu once or twice, one time he got pneumonia though and it was pretty bad, of course nya and kai didnt know that it was pneumonia just that kai almost died

that was the reason nya learned how to work the force actually as before kai didn't want her touching it but with him being really out of it and them needing money and such... Well yeah.

#ninjago headcannons #ninjago #:)

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heatwayve · 11 months

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NAOMI & JOSH & ANGEL — DAY FORTY.

location : daybeds.

time : day 40, morning

summary : naomi completes her challenge by getting angel to spoon her and josh hates it

featuring : angel / @dobits + josh / @graftisms

naomi: on the surface it seems like a simple enough task, but it's not like you go up to some guy who's not your boyfriend like, 'oh my god, please, spoon me, i'm desperate.' it's actually so silly, and naomi feels like she's got her work cut out for her even when she talks to callie about it – obviously giving her a heads up. she takes the opportunity when angel's alone on the daybeds, curling up close next to him. "hey," she greets, voice and demeanor all soft, though kind of a hard sell to seem like a girl in need of some comfort after the night she had. "i'm sick of this, both of us being, like, wifed up and busy. you gotta make more time for me," she says.

angel: “sup, babes,” angel says. then, tongue firmly in his cheek, “i mean, mrs. josh.” mostly ‘cause he has no idea what the dude’s last name is. in any case, he reaches over to teasingly pinch her cheek. at least she can admit to being wifey, angel smiles at their paralleled domestication. “i’m a househusband, actually. different vibe.” he’d been stretched out on his back, arm tucked back behind his head, but rolls to his side to give naomi his full humored attention. “m’kay, gimme the gossip then. what’s been goin’ on with you?”

naomi: "yeah, yeah," she rolls her eyes, a smile playing at her lips, "whatever, mr. callie." maybe they're not as official in nomenclature but they may as well be, really, and she'd fight him on that. teeth snap at angel's fingertips as he reaches over to pinch her, trying to bite back. "yeah, what's the distinction then?" she asks him, moving in close so their bodies are touching, her head resting in the crook of his arm. "please, everybody in the villa knows what's up with me. though, wait, actually -" god, she actually has such a story to tell him about a missing vibrator, but it's so not a spooning vibe. she needs to temper the mood down or she's gonna have him giggling instead, calling callie back over to conspire or something. she takes a breath, "if i ask you something, you'll give it to me straight?"

angel: “the distinction is that i’m a big, manly husband, obviously,” he says like duh. like it wasn’t just yesterday he was proclaiming himself jude’s wifey. well, naomi’s right about that, it’s hard to miss updates about her when josh is literally shouting them from the rooftop. he interjects playfully in her pause, “what? is it true you were dressed up in a canadian flag when you asked him to be your boyfriend?” words travel in the villa, for sure, but not before getting goofily jumbled. plus, angel just likes to tease her. he turns more serious at her question though, brows popping up on his forehead as he nods earnestly. “yeah, of course. what’s up?”

naomi: "right, so that means you . . . mow the lawn, love to grill, listen to weezer?" she asks, nose crinkling. the suggestion that she'd be dressed up in the canadian flag to dtr sounds like something out of jay and silent bob go canadian, eh? (real film) so she's got to roll her eyes, but truthfully, angel's not even that far off. but all the cringe was kind of worth it for the look on josh's face. "mmh, yeah," she nods, playful smirk tugging at her lips, "and i was covered in maple syrup, too." endeared by the earnest shift in angel's demeanor, she smiles slightly. her comfort around him isn't a charade, though she's subtle about the way she turns her weight, glancing over her shoulder at him. at what point does it start to count as a full spoon? "do i look a total fucking mess right now? rate these eyebags."

angel: “mhm, m— weezer?” nose scrunches in a mimic of her’s. “iron maiden, baby. does your old man listen to weezer?” that would be hilarious, especially considering who her dad is (whose identity he’s learned since casa). there’s a distinct sweetness to her smile, probably not even related to the supposed syrup. he’s surprised she doesn’t argue that he was the one to ask her to be official, obviously. something cute about that, too. “awww,” angel squeezes her upper arm, shaking her a bit, before he lets it lay awkwardly between their bodies. he snorts some at her question, his arm still a barrier between them as he tries to lean over her shoulder to be able to get a look. “naomi — jesus, i can barely even see you.” it’s not as if they both aren’t touchy feely people, he’s not really thinking twice about it except that maybe she is trying to hide something with her back to him. he’s chuckling patiently. “the hell are you doing? swear, i’m getting flash backs to when we shared a bed.” with her pointing the opposite way and angel probably taking up too much room, except now there’s proximity. “of course you don’t have eyebags.”

naomi: "well, no. but he doesn't mow the lawn or like to grill either," she adds. she's basing this off daytime comedies. "he likes italian operas. you can have that one for free, in case they have another islander trivia night," she adds with a wry smile, the first indication that she might be slightly bitter about the last one. "shut the fuck up," naomi says, though he's barely said anything, his perception of her and the possibly adorable nature of her current relationship status makes her blush. "nuh-uh, if you were getting flashbacks, you'd be starfishing right now," king of taking up space. "i'm just actually so exhausted, i feel like it shows," she sighs, shifting her weight back against him, hoping she sounds pathetic enough to be taken seriously for the allotted time before she can pop up with a surprising amount of energy. "can you just hold me for a sec?"

angel: “oh, right, yeah. who doesn’t get down with an italian opera?” chock full of sarcasm. “man, really hoping we don’t. think we all know each other a little too well now.” at least they can rest easy knowing there won’t be another movie night, though, with that consideration, angel’s a little wary what people might do with that knowledge. “hey, i gave you plenty of room. you only take up, like, this much space anyway,” he argues, fingers pinching a teeny bit of air. it’s a far cry from sleeping with callie, both of them tangled up in each other. angel frowns a bit, is about to offer to give her space to sleep when she poses her question. “oh —,” he naturally gives pause to the newness of this kinda favor coming from naomi. but far be it from angel not to cuddle. “yeah,” he says softer, vaguely confused, like when he’s trying to figure out what one of his little cousins are wanting from him. in any case, he throws an arm over naomi and scoops her into his chest, his head still inclined up a bit so he can see just the edge of her profile. “everything’s good, right?”

naomi: "i only took up that much space because you were taking up the rest," she retorts, flicking at his pinched fingers. honestly, it's a funny comparison that in casa, naomi flirted with angel on the first day and callie compared angel to her brother. now, angel feels like family to naomi and callie's railing him in the hideaway. his reaction to her request is so endearing, unexpected, especially because she would've never asked something like this of him – to be held – without prompting from producers. she feels so when he wraps his arms around her without question, almost feeling guilty that she'd pictured it like a challenge. "yeah," she nods, "everything's good, i swear." she makes eye contact with adela as she walks by and flashes her a grin and a tiny thumbs-up close to her chest, like, victory, bitch. "you can go now, if you want, i'm like, two seconds from crashing."

josh: he's walking by, minding his own business, used to the tangle of limbs that usually decorate the daybeds. but it's the sight of naomi's face that makes him do a double take, pressed against—fuck, what's that guy's name again? jenny's back-up guard dog, if last night was any indication of it. he doesn't mean to interrupt them, but by the time he recognizes what's going on he's stopped in front of the bed, eyes narrowed despite trying to not completely lose his cool. is this what having a girlfriend means, that she can press her ass against any other guy and it be okay? it doesn't help that he catches the tail end of the grin meant for adela, assuming it's because of angel. "what's so funny?" he asks, with only a little snark. he's trying to check himself, fully aware of how much of a mug he looks like right now, towering over them. "oh sorry, am i interrupting something? i can go." doesn't this guy have a girlfriend? ffs.

angel: it seems like naomi’s halfway to lullaby lane by the way she keeps her back to him, so he’s keen to give her the space she asks for. naturally, it’s then that josh throws a snarky (but only a little) shadow over them. angel’s aware of how it might look, he’s also aware that josh might still be bent out of shape by the presumably un-fun night he promoted for himself, so angel’s willing not to make matters worse. “no, no,” he tells josh as he carefully snakes his arm out from under naomi’s head before leaning over to smack a kiss against her cheek. “don’t throw me in a locker, i’m goin’, swear,” angel tries to show him a smile to imply his joke as he lifts himself off the daybed, then amiably taps josh’s arm. “she was just saying she was, like, mad tired. you two kids feel better, ‘kay?”

naomi: she has to fight the urge to literally facepalm when she hears josh's voice. she thought she'd been more tactical – trying to be quick about this while josh was inside somewhere so she could just regale him with the funny story about it later. maybe on the dance floor at tonight's party. "seriously, don't go," naomi's lips turn downward into a pout as she sits up a little on the daybed, positioning her arms so they push her chest up – like maybe he'll forget to be pissed (or at least he might forget to bother with angel) if she uses the right distraction. she reaches her hand out, beckoning him closer, "c'mere."

josh: "who, me?" a hand reaches out like he's gonna grab her, until it dramatically splays across his chest instead. his head makes a show of moving around, watching angel walk away (completely ignoring him as he got up) and looking around to see if there's anyone else nearby. "i thought you wanted him not to leave," he nods in angel's direction, voice a little too breezy. "it's okay, i can get someone else for you. dylan's gotta be around here somewhere."

naomi: jaw drops comically when he fakes her out, a scoff of disbelief on her lips as she tries to keep from grinning at him. naomi can't help but be amused by the dramatics, because from her vantage point, it's all so silly. "oh my god, i literally just told him to go," she says, getting up on her knees so that she has the vantage point to try and reach for his hand again, to try and reel him back toward her. "don't be a prick," she's choosing not to play into the low blow any further than that considering the circumstances, "you might as well stick around because i'm not gonna let you go anywhere." she ducks her head slightly to hold his gaze, wishing there was a chill way to tell him to just trust her. "please," is her best attempt, a word she doesn't use too often. "stay."

josh: damnit, why is she smiling? now he wants to smile, momentarily forgetting the whole point of being mad at her for being pressed against some other dude, especially when she's looking up at him like that. stifling an exasperated groan in the back of his throat, he comes a little closer until his knees are nearly against the daybed, reaching down to hook two fingers to the bottom of her chin, drawing her a little closer. when she's looking at him like this, on her knees, it does help his mood. "you're not gonna let me go anywhere?" he scoffs, not sure if he should be entertained or annoyed. he's mostly the latter, but her shamelessness in this moment makes him feel like he's missing something. "you gonna tell me what the hell that was about?" his voice drops a little, not trying to make a scene of the scene he already caused.

naomi: "nope, no bailing now," she says this matter-of-factly, arms snaking around his waist as she rests her chin on his chest. there's still that smile tugging at the corners of her lips, especially as she watches him fight to keep his annoyed resolve. her gaze darkens a little as she looks up at him through her lashes, honestly a bit turned on that he's gotten all bothered about this – she wouldn't like the alternative. "josh," his name comes out like a sigh, though it's a little bit of a placeholder to give her an extra second to gather her words. "we were just laying out and talking, and i started falling asleep. like, it was a late night. i barely realized," she explains, as if she didn't specifically ask angel to hold her. but hey, she's already lying, so might as well. as hot as the edge to his voice is, she doesn't want him pissy at her all day over a stupid challenge. "i'm sorry, i totally wasn't thinking."

josh: josh sees through the puppy dog eyes, he really does. he can only assume that she's laying her charm on thick because she knows he's in the right and doesn't want to admit it. he just wishes that her look wasn't so effective on him, having to glance away to keep any semblance of cool, even if his hand reaches down to run his fingers through her hair—not particularly lightly. jaw tightens slightly at her comment, because it's not like he enjoys hearing that she was sleeping with some other dude, even if it was platonically (or he can only hope it was). "he was putting you to sleep, then?" josh snorts (derogatory), finally looking back down at her. his hands move to grip the side of her face, two fingers pinching her cheek. "i'm also tired, you know," he says, voice low, "because someone kept me up all night. maybe i should go nap... you think adela's available for a spoon?"

naomi: a low, frustrated moan builds from the back of her throat as he tugs at her hair, surprising even herself with the sound – she didn't expect him to be so rough with her. maybe that's why she expected him to say something more possessive, rather than bringing up another girl. there's hurt that briefly flashes through her eyes before they fill with fire, aware that dare or not, she wouldn't have intended to hurt him. "angel and i are friends. he's just someone i'm comfortable around – it's platonic," she clarifies, because she hadn't really thought that she needed to until now. she doesn't make jokes about fucking him. "is that really what you want to do? you wanna go?" she hopes to call his bluff, her hand reaching up toward her face to touch his. "because i can find someone else to put their hands on me, but if you just don't want anyone else to touch, then say that," her voice is low, more honeyed than it is aggressive though it's not without a certain edge. naomi's gaze meets his as she guides his hand lower so that he can feel her pulse, the rise and fall of her chest – and then she reels back slowly, falling back onto the mattress so she's just propped up by her elbows, looking up at him with dark eyes. "so, which is it?"

josh: "adela and i are friends, too," he counters, "platonic." does platonic count if you wanted to fuck them at one point? it doesn't really matter, because josh thinks he can tell from the look in naomi's eyes that he had made his point. or maybe it's just because he doesn't actually want to go right now, the air between them crackling with intensity—the sexy kind. josh's eyes darken as he looks down at her, holding himself back from touching her exactly how he wants to right now, because of the vague recollection that they're in public. but it's hard for him not to want to react physically when she talks about other people touching her, even if josh knows she doesn't actually mean it. he can feel the rise and fall of her chest beneath the palm of his hand, his own breathing beginning to match hers, even their heartbeats feeling in sync. sometimes it feels like they know each other so well, josh can anticipate her moves; so when she abruptly pulls away to make her point, it doesn't even surprise him. her elbows have only touched the mattress for a beat before he's grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her towards the edge of the bed he's still standing in front of, so when he finally kneels onto it her body's pinned between him, and he's towering over her. "i wasn't aware i needed to clarify that, as your boyfriend." the word feels pointed, but it's only because josh is still trying it on for size. it fits like a new sweater, needing a few more cycles in the wash before it fits snug. "but fine," hands find hers to pin them against the mattress, fingers interlocking with her own, "i don't want anyone else to put their hands on you. least of all some fucking guy." sorry to angel, but he's just some dude. the bottom half of him leans down so their hips are pressed together, and josh gives her a serious look. "okay?"

naomi: god, she's going to owe angel such a massive apology later. if he'll even hear her out, that is, considering he's just been upgraded (or downgraded?) from mere challenge target to foreplay. she's got twice as much to talk to him about now. still, it's hard not to feel like she's won when josh's eyes go dark and he doesn't pull his hand away from her. naomi's usually turned on when josh is pissed, but usually she's pissed too and trying to hold back. this is kind of fun, feels like a new range of territory for them, and her eyes are charting out all of his mannerisms in a new light, the way his jaw tightens, raising the vein in his neck. there's a gasp from her lips that dissolves into surprised laughter as josh tugs her across the mattress, and she's equal parts turned on and amused by josh's macho display of bravado an utter seriousness over the whole situation – one that she has the perspective of knowing that there's absolutely nothing for him to worry about. she's so aware that he's absolutely going to kick himself over this later. naomi's quiet again as he leans closer, gaze flickering between his eyes and his mouth, not sure where to look as he pins her hands above her head. naomi's tongue swipes across her lips to wet them as she nods, wishing that she could lean up to kiss him in this moment, but she doesn't have the range of motion while she's pinned underneath him. her only weapon is her ability to carve her hips into his, which she does, slow and teasing. "okay, baby," her tone is placating, but a little breathless, "you're the only one." she has no idea if the rest of the villa can see them, but she does have the teeniest bit of self-awareness, and interest in more privacy. "now," her tone is measured, wrists tugging lightly to test his grip, "will you take me inside and prove it?"

josh: they go inside and bang.

#06. naomi & angel #29. naomi & josh #* 🍦 NAOMI / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ interactions. ⠀ ❫

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heeseung-min · 2 years

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My Patient

Pairing: psychiatrist Jay x patient reader

Summary: You came to the hospital to get a treatment for your trauma but why did it become worse instead of getting better?

Warning: drug usage,yandere themes,murder,panic attack,anxiety,hallucination, mention of suicide and stalking (if you cant handle this please do not read it)

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"Explain this,park jimin!!!"

"What do you mean y/n? Why are you suddenly being like this?"

"Are you gonna act dumb like that? Tell me the truth.Where did you go last week?"

"Baby, i told you i'm oustation,right? Can you please stop screaming because I'm driving us right now."

"Outstation,huh? There is a picture of you going to other woman's house jimin! How am I supposed to calm down!!!"

"I'M NOT Y/N!! WHY YOU CAN'T BELIEVE ME!!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE WHEN THERE IS A PROOF JIMIN"

"Y/N STOP HITTING ME"

"AHHHHHHHHHH"

"AHHHHHHH"

A loud scream released from y/n's mouth. She woke up from her nightmare and looked around only to be met with darkness as it still a night. Cold sweats on forehead and shaking hands made her tears slowly building up. She's tired. The nightmare has been attacking her again. She can't do anything except feeling guilty for the things that happen in the past.

"Jimin-ah, i'm sorry i'm sorry"

Y/n started to cry and whimper how sorry she is to her late-fiance, Park Jimin. Oh how she regrets everything that happened and how she hates that she still alive while her lover is dead.

The bed she was sitting was supposed to be the warm place for her and her fiance. Too bad, he left first. You can hear y/n begging to no one for Jimin to come back.

"y/n wake up! I made you breakfast."

That's Jungkook. He is y/n's cousin who always at her side and help her through everything since both of them are orphan and only have each other. Jungkook doesn't have any girlfriend as he is too busy with his work and taking care of you.

" I ...I dreamt about him again,kook"

Jungkook's movement stopped for a while. He put the plate he was holding to the table and looked at you who were staring at nothing. You changed. Your eyes that always contain happiness now become sorrowful, you lost your weights and getting eyebags under your eyes. Jungkook pursued his lips and sighed. It's not easy. The fight you were having with your fiance was the last time you see him and you don't even get a chance to apologize to each other. Jungkook is so worried because one time he had saved you from cutting your neck just to end your nightmare.

"I can't help but to feel guilty,kook. I tried to distract myself but it didn't work."

"y/n, it's been one year since that incident. You need to stop blaming yourself. This is not healthy."

"I'm afraid I can't, jungkook. It keeps haunting me. I tried to not overthink but I just can't"

Jungkook can heard how broken your voice was. You are too tired and he don't know how can he help you to get over with this. He hugged your body and your soft cries filled up the room.

"Here, I have a suggestion. We get you to a hospital to get a treatment for your trauma. Let's try it y/n. I'm sure Jimin will be sad if he sees you in this condition. Okay?"

"But I'm still scared to go out,kook"

"It's okay y/n, you have me. I will accompany you tomorrow."

Jungkook hold your hand to calm yourself and went to the counter to get your appointment. After that , both of you sit down and waiting for your name to be called.

"What if I can't tell what is happening jungkook? I'm afraid the doctor will call me weird!!"

You asked with a worrying voice an started to scratch your hair. Jungkook sighed and caressed your hair gently and fixed the mess that you did.

"He is doctor for a reason y/n. I believe you can do it. Trust yourself this time."

"Miss y/n. Please go inside. Our psychiatrist is waiting for you."

Jungkook smiled when heard your name getting called. He immediately stood up and pulled you up and walked to the room that you need to get into.

"You can do this y/n. It's time for you to get better."

"Good morning miss y/n. My name is Jongseong and I am your psychiatrist."

The man who is sitting while typing something on his computer made you stunned a while. It is because he is so breathtaking. The cute lips and sharp jawline made you gulped a bit suddenly become nervous. You sit on the chair that has been placed in front of him and waiting for him to finish whatever he doing right now.

"Have you eat y/n? You seem tired."

"Oh i just eat a little? Because i don't have any appetite."

Jongseong,the psychiatrist stopped doing his task and turned to y/n who was fiddling with her fingers.

"Can you tell me what is happening miss y/n? Because I want to help you overcome your problems."

Y/n can feel the panic that started to build up. She tried to calm herself but seems like it became worse. Jongseong quickly went to her when he noticed how the girl can't breath regularly. He cupped her cheeks made her looked at him.

"Miss y/n, I need you to follow what I say. Now,slowly inhale and exhale. Don't think anything just focus on your breathing."

It continues for about ten minutes to finally calm you down. You were feeling embarassed because the psychiatrist had to see this side of you.

"It's okay miss y/n. I had see a lot of my patients being like this. It's normal and no need to get worry. Let's get you start, okay?"

You sighed quietly for the last time and began telling your problem to the man. You often didn't look at his eyes and fiddling with your fingers. Jongseong make sure to take a note of that.

After about an hour, the session finally done and you were waiting for Jongseong to finish what is he writing.

"How do you feel about our session today miss y/n?"

"I feel a bit good but I'm still scared of the nightmares."

"I will give you some technique to control your breath when you have a panic attack and we will meet again after few weeks to see your progress, okay?"

"Yes doctor"

"Just call me jongseong I want you to feel comfortable"

"Okay, if that's what you want. Thank you jongseong-ah"

Somehow the name feels familiar but maybe it's just your mind playing with you.

Two weeks later, your day has been improved and become better. You started to have appetite to eat again and Jungkook was so happy when he saw the changes. You laughed as he screamed happily when you asked him to take you out even though you still scared to go out but Jungkook is always there to reassure you that everything is fine.

However, your happiness shattered when one day you saw a note at your table in your room

I miss you y/n

-jm-

No,no, no this must be a prank. You took the note and went out from your room then walked to Jungkook who was playing with his dog, Bam.

"Hey, do you want to go to the park? We can play with Ba-"

"Are you playing with me, Jungkook?"

"wh-what do you mean y/n? Playing with what?"

"Did you put this in my room?"

Jungkook looked at the note you've showed him. He furrowed his eyebrows after he read the words and turned to you who started to look scared. Bam who was standing beside Jungkook also getting worried when he looked at you.

"Y/n, this is not me. You know my writing y/n. Also why would I do this? I'm not this stupid y/n."

"Then ho-how?"

You fell because you can't feel your legs. You can't breath. You started to feel dizzy. Jungkook were calling you and Bam was barking but you couldn't hear that. What you can hear only your other voices.

'Aren't you looking pathetic right now? No wonder Jimin cheated with you'

'Oh look at this bitch crying. Do you think crying would make Jimin alive again?'

"Stop Stop"

'You should die. You don't deserve to live while Jimin is dead'

"I SAID STOP!! STOP FUCKING STOP ITS NOT MY FAULT JIMIN DIE!!! AAAAAAAARGHHHHH"

"Y/N Y/N I'M HERE DON'T LISTEN TO THAT Y/N LOOK AT ME"

Jungkook were panicking when you started banging your head to the wall. He hold you tightly while you screaming and begging for him to let go.He hugged you for about 15 minutes and your body started to calm down slowly. What Jungkook could heard from you was your sobbing and whimpering. Just as he thought you become better, now you back to the old one.

"Y/n come on let's eat. I made your favourite."

Jungkook said as he put the food and drink beside your bed. Bam who was following him is now laying beside you. You can only stared at them.

"It's not my fault right?"

"Yes y/n it's not. I will install cctv to see who is the one went to your room. Don't worry. We have Bam here, he can protect you."

Bam barked when he heard his name getting called. You laughed with Jungkook and caressing the dog body. After that, you eat and talked with Jungkook for a while before you went to sleep.

What you didn't notice was a man stood at the corner in your room watching how you moved agressively because you were having a nightmare.

"Hi y/n good to see you again after few weeks. Let's continue the session, shall we?"

Jongseong asked with a hint of excited in his voice but he tuned it down when he saw how tired you are. You became worse than before.

"Can you tell me what exactly happening to you this past few weeks y/n? Because it seems you looked really bad."

"It's actually getting better at first but when I saw a note in room, it scared me. The nightmares come back again every single night and sometimes I'm too scared to sleep because I'm afraid I will dream about it again"

The session continue for an hour and Jongseong took a note for every movements y/n did without she realized. The girl sometimes rambled too much and then keep apologizing to the point Jongseong need to calm her down.

"Okay y/n, seems like your condition really become worse so I will give you some medicines to help. Please do not overdose the usage okay? Consume the medicine as what I had adviced."

"Am I that bad, Jongseong?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Jongseong stopped whatever he doing and looked at you seriously. He could sense that you were going to cry so he quickly embraced you in his arms and it was right. You were crying as soon as you leaned to him. The psychiatrist caressing your back as to give you comfort. You and him stayed in that position for a while until you slightly pushed away from him.

"I'm sorry Jongseong. I don't know what's wrong with me. This is so unprofessional. I should not hug you."

"Hey y/n, look at me"

The girl refused to look as she is still embarassed about the hug so Jongseong cupped her cheeks making the girl look at him with wide eyes.

"You cannot always be alone when you want to cry y/n. Sometimes, you need someone to lean and you can use me. Yes, I am your psychiatrist but I am your friend too. Treat me as your friend because I will always be here for you. I will be the one who bring you happiness.

You was too stunned to speak. Not only because of his words but because of the closeness between you and Jongseong. He looked more attractive at this point. The way he smiles at you made your heartbeat fast.

Oh.

Are you falling in love with him?

You blushed at the thought and slowly took off his hands on your cheeks and pursued your lips.

"umm thank you Jongseong. I'm glad that you're my psychiatrist. Thanks for comforting me."

"You're welcome y/n"

You went out from the room and looked at Jungkook who was playing with his phone at the seat.He looked up and smiling when you went to him.

"How is it? Are you feeling better- yo wait why are you blushing,huh?"

"Oh shut up kook let's go take my medicine."

"Hey, you can't fool me. I know you better than anyone.So, hehehehehe is my favourite girl is falling in love? With her psychiatrist?"

"Shut up!!!"

Jungkook teased you along the hallway even after you had picked your medicine. You rolled your eyes when he poked your cheeks to show that you are blushing.

"I'm glad y/n"

"What do you mean?"

"You know, it's the time for you to finally move on from Jimin hyung."

"I know but that doesn't mean I like Jongseong!!"

"Ouuu, is that his name? It's a bit familiar."

Jungkook said while thinking where did he ever heard that name but the thought stopped when you said again.

"Shut up, let's go eat and I want to play with Bam."

Your weeks started pretty badly. Almost every night, you will have the same nightmare. Jungkook and Bam decided to sleep with you so you they can be alert if there is anything happen to you.

You walked to the kitchen to drink a water but you stopped when you saw a tall human or more like man who were watching your moves. You couldn't see who is he because of the darkness and you are certainly sure it is not Jungkook since he sleeps with you. You don't know what to do but you decided to step back and it caused the person to call you.

"bunny"

That's the nickname that only Jimin used it on you. You stayed at your place and looked at the person with wide eyes. You don't know what is happening and you knew your fiance is gone so who is this person standing in the room calling you using a nickname that only a certain person used on you?

"who...who are you?"

"I'm Jimin, bunny. Can't you recognize me?"

The man slowly walked to you but you didn't even try to run. Maybe because you were too shocked of his words. When he reached infront of you, he cupped your cheeks and made you looked at him. It's hard to see actually because of dark but you felt like it is Jimin in front of you.

"...Jimin?"

He giggled and kissed your forehead made you cried suddenly.

"I'm sorry jimin I'm really sorry"

"It's okay bunny. Everyone makes mistake."

"Y/N?"

Jungkook's sleepy voice startled you. He switched on the lights and you shut your eyes because of the sudden bright. Jungkook stared weirdly at you as he saw you were hugging yourself.When you opened your eyes, you looked around the room to find Jimin but there is no trace of him.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

"Where's Jimin?"

"I- what the hell y/n?!! Jimin is gone y/n!!"

"NO!! I saw him here just now I swear!!"

"Hey look at me!! Y/n, you saw how doctor take the life support off his body and that means Jimin is gone y/n. Have you took your medicine?"

"Are you saying I'm crazy??!!!"

"Of course no y/n!!! I just don't want you to being like this. You need to remember Jimin is gone and it's impossible for dead person to come here."

You were stunned at his words.

Are you having hallucination?

Is it because you don't get enough sleep?

You also don't know what is the answer. Jungkook sighed when you became quiet again. He brought a glass of water and your medicine for you to eat. Jungkook also give you a sleeping pill so you can sleep peacefully.

Three weeks later, you were running with Bam at the park while Jungkook went to buy ice creams. Just when you wanted to call Bam you saw a guy who literally look like Jimin. You started to follow him leaving Bam confused as why you stopped playing. The dog barked but you were too focused on following that person. When you succesfully got to be near, you tapped his shoulder and made him turned his back.

"Jimin- oh sorry! I mistook you"

The man furrowed his eyebrows but didn't say anything instead just continue walking and leaving you stood like a fool. Jungkook went to you with the ice creams he bought and serious look at his face.

"What happen y/n?"

"I- I saw Jimin again...."

"y/n, let's go back home"

"I really saw him Jungkook. I followed him but then I don't know suddenly I lost him? But I'm sure I saw Jimin"

"YOU LOST HIM BECAUSE THERE IS NO JIMIN Y/N"

You were shocked when Jungkook screamed. It is the first time he ever scream that loud to you. Bam too were scared of his loud voice and decided to went to the bedroom.

"Can you please don't think about Jimin anymore y/n? Jimin is dead y/n!! He is dead!! Why can't you accept that??!! You and I saw his funeral y/n. Can you please stop saying he is alive? I'm tired to handle this y/n"

Tired.

You realized even Jungkook who is your cousin that has always by your side is tired of you too. Of course he is, you were saying bullshits and nonsense. Who doesn't get tired of it. You looked down at your lap fiddling with your fingers. You should stop rely on anyone because it only make them tired. Slowly, you stood up and still not looking at him.

"I'm sorry for everything I've done"

And you walked to your room and told Bam to go out to Jungkook. You locked the door and slowly let your body fell to the floor and started crying alone in the darkness.

The next few days y/n was still not talking to Jungkook. She is avoiding that man because she couldn't forget what he said days ago. It's not like she is being angry, no, she just felt guilty for whatever happened and Jungkook couldn't help but to feel guilty too about what happened between him and his cousin. Now, y/n didn't even response when he called her to eat. He always see his cousin come out from the room at midnight and sometimes he woke up at the night just to see y/n tried to cook something. They slowly became apart. His dog, Bam also sad when couldn't play with y/n too. Sometimes, the dog even wait in front of her dog just to make her play with him.

"come on buddy, I'm sure y/n is tired. Let's go sleep bam"

You went to the hospital for your appointment by yourself. Usually,there is Jungkook accompany you but you were still avoiding him and you also went out without his knowing since the man need to bring his dog to vet.

"hi y/n, how are you doing today?"

Jongseong said with a bright smile but you can only response with small nod. The smile on his face automatically dies when he saw how puffy your eyes. He decided to pull his chair and sit in front of you.

"what happen y/n?"

"Jongseong-ah, I-I think I become worse. I started to having hallucination. Everytime I eat the medicine I keep seeing things."

You were not lying. You had did an experiment to not consume the medicine he give and surprisingly you just have same nightmare but not every night and the your mind seems a bit better than the time you consume it. You did some research that certain medicines you have causing this but you didn't expected that bad. You were looking at Jongseong for answer but he just keep staring at you with unexplainable expression. Suddenly, he giggled at nothing and made you more confuse but you stunned at the next words that came out from his mouth.

"That's why I give you that. I want you to become crazy."

"...what?"

You don't know what to say at this moment. Jongseong still looked at you with his smile and standing up from his seat then walked around the room.

"Those medicines I gave to you have some side effects like having hallucination but it's not that bad. So, I added something into your food and drinks everytime."

"...my...food?"

"Yes!!! I break into your house and pour the drugs into your drinks because you have a mini fridge in your room.Even though your cousin had installed cctv I still have my ways to go through hehe. Also, do you remember the night? The day you were crying because you think Jimin is still alive? That was me actually,bunny. Ahh when I feel your body close to me, I nearly faint but Jungkook such a bummer. If he hadn't appear that time, we would have a sweet kiss y/n"

"bullshit"

That's only the word you could mumbled after heard what Jongseong said. It's so disgusting to know that he stay in your room and do something bad. How can you fall in love with this person? The man was amused at how you glared at him. You still looked cute even your look at him show hatred.

"Bunny, I didn't like bad words coming from your mouth. You are too pure to said that."

You had enough. You need to get out from this room. But just when you wanted to stand up,someone behind you had injected you at the neck and slowly your eyes shut and the last thing you heard was

"Only I deserve you"

You woke up from your sleep and winced at the sudden headache. You felt unfamiliar at the scent in the room then you started to remember what happened before you fainted. You quickly sit up but failed when you noticed both of your hands had been cuffed to the bed and your clothes has been changed to a white hospital gown. The thought of Jongseong changing your clothes bring shivers to your body.

"How was your sleep,bunny?"

The voice startled you and made me yelp a little. Jongseong giggled as he slowly walked closer to you and watching how you tried to step back from him even you couldn't.

"Do you want anything? Food or water?"

"Please let me go Jongseong. Please, I'm begging you!!!"

"No y/n. Why would I let you go when I want you at the first place? Isn't it dumb for me to let you go when I finally got you?"

"You are crazy"

"Says the one who having hallucination about his late fiance"

"You knew ....Jimin?"

"yes darling I am park jongseong, his younger brother. Do you remember me?"

Your silence made Jongseong sighed but he didn't care about it. He sat in front of you and started telling a story on how both of you first meet to the point he's following you everywhere just to get know about you. You were terrified when he said he knew exactly your habit and something that only you knew about it.

"-and I still remember how excited you were when Jimin proposed to you. I was there when it's happening and it made me want to kill him so bad. You rejected my confession when we were high school but you accepted my brother confession after a year. Can you feel how angry and sad I am that time? That's why I decided to make this plan.I sabotaged his car and that's why he's dead so he can't bother our life anymore."

"You're stupid. How could you? Jimin is your brother!!"

"I don't care!!! You are mine y/n not him. I'm glad you believed the pictures of Jimin going to someone else house. He is not cheating but I need to do that so we can be together."

"You fucker. Once I get out of here, you will get arrested."

"Are you sure you can get out of here y/n?"

"Yes I can. Jungkook will find me and help me get out of here."

"I love how confident you are but too bad I am one step ahead"

Once again, you got injected and all your movements stopped. Jongseong watched you until you really unconscious. He pulled your bed out from the room and bring to another room which has some equipment in it.

"Let's start the electroshock therapy."

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keijifairy · 4 years

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meeting your younger sibling 〃

♡ midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto

genre. fluff!!!

author's note. i recently watched heroes rising and im still so 🥺 the big three as big brothers (and mayhaps dad! katsuki hngngngnggggg) makes me hella emotional so i made this <3

༘ midoriya izuku

you had to stay home and miss classes to look over your younger brother for the day

you informed your boyfriend izuku in advance, and he even wrote you notes on everything you missed :(

after a tiring school day had ended, he packed his things + a cute extra notebook for your notes and doodles that never failed to put a smile on your face

he quickly changes from his school uniform, planning to head over to your house to check up on you, not forgetting to ask you beforehand

he comes over and is immediately greeted with an embrace from you as soon as you open the door

his poor heart is still not used to the abundance of affection you shower him with, and he always makes sure to return it back (though with more stuttering and heat in his cheeks)

"go ahead, i'll get us some food." you tell him, as he enters your home, already disappearing into the kitchen

it's the first time he's meeting your little brother, and he spots him quietly laying on his stomach at the living room, and coloring on an all might coloring book

he goes 🥺🥺🥺

your brother looks up, a yellow crayon in his hand as he makes eye contact with a gushing izuku

the latter introduces himself, his eyes twinkling and a soft smile stretched in his lips. "hello!! i'm izuku~!"

your brother only tilts his head and blinks without a word, and casually averts his attention back to his coloring book

he takes the book in his hands, standing up and quietly walks in front of your boyfriend who is crouched to match his height

the child holds up the coloring book, a page of an unfinished colored portrait of all might shown, beside izuku's head

izuku only giggled, confused but isn't too bothered, as he's too focused on the cuteness of your brother.

he's obviously already attached !!

"you…" the five year old trails off, with wonder glinting in his eyes as he averts his gaze back and forth between the drawing of all might and the boy in front of him. "look like a good hero."

izuku swears his heart started melting

your brother has always looked up to heroes, like izuku was (and still is) ever since he was a little child. your brother's always so excited to hear you talk about being a hero in training, and of course, he's aware about the stories of deku. you always talked about him like the greatest hero in the world with sparkles in your eyes

to hear a little kid casually complimenting him like that had izuku's heart go all 💞

before he could even utter a response, your brother takes his hand, making izuku stand up, letting himself get gently dragged to the spot the child was on

your brother lays back on his stomach, snatching a blue crayon from the ground and pointing it to your boyfriend

"want to color with me?"

you coo silently to yourself, hiding in the kitchen as you press the camera button to capture the nth photo that is set to be your lock screen

༘ bakugou katsuki

'how do u make a baby sleep'

'??? tf should i know'

katsuki may not be the best quiet person to be around a baby, but you're desperate and tired and your baby sister just isn't at all !!

so ten minutes before your boyfriend's bed time and way past your sister's, you had managed to bug him enough to come over your house and help you put her to sleep

your hair is a mess, baby food is splattered on your shirt, and your eyebags are deepening (school works have been piling up), and the first thing katsuki tells you as he steps into your house is, "you look like shit."

you only roll your eyes, a yawn escaping your lips. "thanks, i'm flattered."

your sister is wailing like the baby she is, as she wildy waves around the empty milk bottle in her hand. toys are littered on the floor and baby powder is spilled on the kitchen counter at some point. it looks like a hurricane had passed by your house !

"what were you feeding her?"

"baby food and two bottles of milk." you sigh, taking the bottle from her hand to wash it

you look over at him, a tired smile straining your lips. "sorry i asked you to come over so late, katsuki."

"here," his eyes darted everywhere to the walls to avoid your curious eyes, as he gently shoves a plastic of food into your hands. "you can't sleep on an empty stomach."

is he....blushing...?

you take the plastic, the sleep in your face disappearing, your smile widening as you shuffle through its contents. "...and diapers?"

he scoffs, and you're absolutely correct; his cheeks are flushed! "just in case you ran out or something..."

"awww, thank youuu." you giggle, and katsuki clicks his tongue , mumbling a whatever like the tsundere but big softie inside he is

you ask him if he wants to hold your baby sister, and with a sigh, he does

he doesn't want to tell you that he can't bear to see you tiring yourself. as soon as he saw you so worn out and not getting enough sleep like you promised him, he felt his heart clenching painfully. so whatever it is, he'll always do anything for you (even if he acts so annoyed and reluctant most of the time)

there's that constant furrow of his brows and scowl in his lips, but when her cries suddenly cease and her tiny hand holds up to cover his whole thumb as she looks at him with her pretty doe eyes, you see how his own soften and how he seems to freeze for a split second

from the shape of your brows, and to the curve of your cupid's bow, your adorable baby sister truly resembles you

and katsuki found himself silently admiring her, as he sneakily catches a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye, in utter disbelief and amazement on how her eyes slowly flutters shut in the arms of the normally loud boy

you stand there at the corner, breathing out a soft laugh

he's going to be a great dad, you just know it

this is what i like to call jay is whipped for kacchan <3

༘ todoroki shouto

shouto had asked you out on a date today, but unfortunately, your parents had left the house and asked you to look over your eight year old sister

'i'm so sorry i bailed on you, shouto :( do you wanna hang out at my house instead tho haha 👉👈'

baby boy was really understanding, and quickly agreed to move your little date at home instead

'it's fine. at least i still get to see you.'

while waiting for shouto to come over, you just couldn't help but brag about the best boyfriend ever to your little sister

you showed her your whole album of photos of shouto: confused selfies with a blush on his cheeks, stolen shots of him literally doing anything, and photographs you had taken of him during dates. what a model

"i don't think he's your boyfriend." your sister deadpans, eyebrow raising suspiciously at you

you snickered, basically shoving your phone at her face; a photo taken by ashido of shouto silently fixing the strands of hair framing your face as he stood in front of you, while you only sat there, staring at him with hearts in your eyes aka your lock screen 🥰

she only shrugs, pushing the phone away. "maybe it's edited."

"WHY YOU LITT—"

ding dong

did i fail to mention that even though your sister seemed utterly fazed by the perfection called your boyfriend, she was already dressed in her elsa costume from halloween and even had the audacity to use your makeup? you only narrowed your eyes at her as she smugly presented herself to you

she's unusually quiet now though, trailing after you as you open the door and greet the man himself

"my love, my darling, my angel~" you beam innocently at a dumbfounded shouto at your doorstep. he surely wasn't expecting such an affectionate greeting, with the hue of pink painting his cheeks making him so obvious

"hello….my love…darling….angel…" he looked so adorably confused, eyes blinking owlishly and the corners of his lips tugging up slightly

"come in~"

as he enters, he quickly notices your little sister clinging on your legs, innocently gazing up at him with her mouth agape

"hello…"

"are you really my sister's boyfriend?" she blurts out, shamelessly pointing at you with a bewildered look on her face

he's unbothered though, nodding swiftly and meeting your eyes. "yes."

"why?" oh, she is so going to get it !!!

shouto blinks, averting his gaze fully to you with confusion swirling in his eyes

"because i like her."

"but why?" "stop—"

"because…" his cheeks had gone a full shade of red, but his face remained still, not removing his gaze at you. "she's beautiful and kind."

your heart is beating a bit too loud for your liking hahaha

your sister cranes her neck to look up at you, squinting her eyes in disbelief and you gasp, obviously offended. "you believe me now?"

"only because he's—" she lowers her voice, cutely puffing out her cheeks—"cute."

"you are so—"

"let it go, sis."

long story short, let's just say your competition for shouto todoroki just got added by one (1) evil elsa wannabe sister.

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On the Outside Looking In (Sander Sides Spiderverse! au)

so i started this before i got my notes for cursed kingdom and heart point back, got inspired by a random post, and i love emika and felt the need to finish this so here we are-

also i really just love @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil | @galaxy-lilies-main ‘s spiderverse au so that's that-

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairings: Pre-established Prinxeity and Logicality, some oc action going on too

Summary: Student Council President kinda abuses her power for the sake of local superheroes, but she does it with sass

Word Count: 6,640

Trigger Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of transphobia, descriptions of wounds, blood, there's a gun but no one gets shot (this is actually really fluffy i swear-)

Emika Waters didn't exactly know when she had figured it out. Maybe it was when Logan Quinn shouted "FALSEHOOD" in the middle of class a week or so back, and it sounded exactly like Arachne. Maybe it was when she had gotten lost coming home from her boyfriend's apartment, and Love Bite had helped her find her way and complimented her dress in the same exact words Patton Foster had earlier that day. Maybe it was after hearing another playful argument between Roman Marigold and Virgil Storm, and noting that it held the same energy as when Royal Slinger and Spidergale bantered. Maybe it was when she noticed the four of them coming to school, weary and stiff, on the days she watched a reporter describe a battle between the spidermen and a supervillain. Maybe it was a subtly noting the matching color schemes and attitudes. But the pieces of the puzzle had finally put themselves together, and Emika found herself staring at the complete puzzle in shock.

It was surreal- Emika was busy playing instrumentals on her violin and dragging her poor boyfriend to take pictures of the New York City skyline, while other kids her age were risking their lives to take out adults with villainous intent. How did they do it? Sure, she knew superpowers were involved- wait a second, how did the boys gain superpowers? No, she was not going to think about that, her brain was already fried- but how did they have the time? All four boys were actively involved in clubs, Logan was the class's valedictorian, and the others were in her AP and Honors classes as well. Where did that leave time to patrol the streets of the city and keep those streets safe?

Emika rubbed her temples, a headache starting to form. She hated not having the answers, and this whole scenario left her with absolute zero. She didn't even know what to do with the information!

Thinking about it, that was actually a good place to start. She pulled out her phone, looking up superhero comics. She wanted to see what fictional characters would do in her scenario. She opened one comic, then another and another, her stomach turning and her nose scrunched up in disgust after every comic showed the same results.

It seemed that in every comic, anyone who wasn't the superhero's best friends/partners/family who found out the hero's civilian identity was hell-bent to expose the hero.

That… didn't seem right to Emika.

Why would she try to expose the boys? They were saving lives- and as she knew them as civilians, they were generally nice people. They didn't deserve media crawling down their necks and people harassing and criticizing them. The thought of slipping into a newspaper's office and outing the boys as the spidermen, it just screamed "WRONG!"

Emika's headache was starting to get worse. The comics had only led her to become more confused, and now she was questioning the morals of various comic book characters along with her previous dilemma. Emika threw her head up, staring at the starless sky above. She honestly didn't know what to do. Any form of action seemed to have a negative consequence somewhere down the line!

So what if she did nothing? If she kept the information to herself, kept her mouth shut, there would be no consequences! The boy's secret would be safe, and her own morality and sanity would stay in one piece.

Emika was startled from her thoughts as her brother's voice cut through the night "Hey, Oiseau! You coming?" As she walked to her brother's slightly-beat up, gray car, Emika made her decision. She would keep the boy's secret to herself, and let nothing change.

At least, that was her original plan.

The first time she had helped one of the SpiderBoys (as she has dubbed them in her mind) had been an impulse.

It had been a week since she had made her decision. School had started later that day due to minor villain uprising in the early hours of the morning. Emika was sitting her English class, looking over the notes she had taken for Hamlet. The teacher had surprised the class the day before by announcing that the test on the book would be the next day. Emika had used the time in the morning to study since she had been up late planning the school's next pep rally (being student council president was a challenge, but she stopped complaining about her responsibilities after her discovery). Emika traced over a swirl in silver ink drawn in the margin of her notes, hoping she had absorbed the information she needed

She was suddenly startled by the classroom door flying open. All eyes in the room fixated on Patton Foster, cheek's flushed and gray skirt swishing around his knees. "Sorry about that," He mumbled with a soft laugh, before retreating to his seat beside Emika.

Emika tried to subtly study the boy. To anyone not looking, there seemed to be nothing wrong with their positive classmate. But Emika was looking. She noticed the eyebags covered with a faint layer of concealer, she noticed the way Patton's smile seemed slightly strained, and she noticed how he kept rubbing his arm. She guessed the actions were symptoms of his morning battle as Love Bite. Emika wondered if she asked him if he was okay if he would be suspicious of her.

Before she could ask, their teacher entered the room, with a large stack of papers in his arms. "Morning class! Are you ready for your exam? With the late start we had, I hope you found the time to study!"

Emika practically felt Patton tense up next to her. She heard the whispers escape from his mouth. "Oh no... I forgot... I can't fail this!"

In the ten seconds, it took their teacher to reach his desk, Emika made a decision. "Mr. Brooks!" She called out, standing up and drawing the room's attention to her.

"Yes, Miss Waters?"

"I just remembered I have an order of supplies coming in for the rally next week, and I need to go pick them up!" She wrinkled her nose. "It's a big load, I don't think I can do it by myself unless I want to take all day." Emika pretended to look around the room, her eyes landing on Patton. "Patton, do you think you could help me out?"

Her superhero classmate stared up at her; his confusion was written on his face, but he nodded. "Of course I'll help!"

"Oh thank goodness!" She flashed a smile at Mr. Brooks. "You wouldn't mind if I took Patton with me, right? I can ask Mx Right to confirm that we're working, I'm sure they won't mind."

Mr. Brooks nodded, as Emika suspected he would. "As long as Mx Right calls me, I wouldn't see an issue. Please hurry though, since I'll still expect you to take the test."

"Of course!" Emika subtly grabbed her notebook and gestured for Patton to follow her. As soon as the door shut behind them, Emika handed Patton her notebook. "You looked like you needed some extra study time."

Patton gave her a startled look. "Um, yeah- How did you know?"

"I'm Student Council President! I feel like it's part of my job to notice any issues a student may be having."

Patton nodded, looking down at her notebook. "Wait, did you lie to Mr. Brooks? I appreciate the help but if you lied, I'm going to have to walk back in the room. I don't lie."

Emika threw up her hand in a surrendering gesture. "No, no I didn't lie! I overexaggerated a bit- there is a load I need to pick up but I can handle it myself- you can help me by keeping company while you study and I unpack."

Patton let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank gosh, I really didn't want to go back in there and fail the test. Thank you so much, Mika."

"Again, it's my pleasure." The two of them began to walk down the hallway, reaching the front office. Emika went in and grabbed the boxes- Patton offering to carry some for her, and Emika finally relenting when she realized the stacked boxes were taller than herself. They made their way through freshman hall to Mx Right's room, Emika struggling slightly with her load, and Patton carrying his with ease.

Patton opened the door while still carrying his boxes. (It had to be the superpowers, Emika was sure of it) Emika set down her boxes and flicked on the light. Patton sat on top of a desk, swinging his legs as he read over the notes. Emika sat on the floor, opening the boxes and labeling the contents to make her life easier later on.

Emika was on her second-to-last box when her's phone went off from the desk she'd set it on. She scrambled up, then proceeded to trip over one of the boxes. Patton giggled at the blonde and picked up her phone. "It's Jay." He let out another giggle. "I guess you've really fallen for him, huh?"

After laughing at the pun, Emika accepted her phone from Patton and answered the call. She was greeted with her favorite voice in the world. "Hey, Meeks, I have study hall and ran across the street to get coffee. What do you want?"

If you asked Patton, he would have sworn up and down that the student council president's eyes had become hearts. "This is why I love you." She breathed.

"Oh? It's just because I bring you coffee?"

"Oh, shh, you know that's not it, Jay. I'll have mocha frappe, large." She looked over at her companion."Patton, do you want anything? You look tired, some coffee could help you wake up?"

"Patton? Did you kidnap Patton?" Emika's boyfriend asked.

"Yes I did, I kidnapped him and I'm forcing him to help me unload my supplies because I'm so evil." Emika deadpanned, putting her phone on speaker.

Patton laughed. "She's so horrible! She's making me study while she goes through boxes!"

"Horrific!" Jay exclaimed. "But seriously, do you want something?"

"I can pay you back, but could you get me a hot chocolate? The sugar wakes me up more than caffeine." Patton mumbled something else to himself, but Emika should only catch the words, 'Taste', 'Kiss', and 'Logan'

It was safe to say she had a pretty good idea of what the last statement was about.

"Don't worry about paying me back. Meeks said something about you being tired? I getcha, so it's on me." Jay replied.

"You two are literally the best people on the planet," Patton exclaimed.

Emika smiled to herself. "It's the least I can do."

When the two re-entered the English room, Emika with her coffee and Patton with his hot chocolate, Patton handed her notebook back. "Seriously, you are the best," he whispered.

Emika only smiled.

The second time, it hadn't occurred to Emika until the situation was over.

She was in history, working with her group for their government project. Emika had her head against her boyfriend's chest, fiddling with the striped blue, white and pink pride button her boyfriend had finally felt confident putting on his bag (Emika had a matching pin on her bag, but hers was pink, yellow and blue). She was writing her script, as she would be presenting the project. Jay was sketching his idea for the poster board on a piece of graph paper. Two twin girls- Emika was positive one was named Rose and the other Lily, and Lily was the one with the tattoo on her wrist- were searching in the textbook and on their phones for the information they needed. The last member for their group, Virgil Storm, was typing away at a laptop, headphones covering his ears, working on the powerpoint.

It was peaceful- mostly. Even since the day when she had pulled Patton out to help him study, Emika had become hyperaware of the SpiderBoys physical and mental states. She kept glancing at Virgil, checking for obvious signs that something was wrong. She couldn't tell if Virgil had eyebags, due to the boy's dark eye-shadow covering where any eyebags would be. (That was probably the point. Huh. ) Virgil's collection of oversized hoodies (Emika was convinced she had seen the dark red hoodie Virgil was currently wearing on Roman before) prevented her from seeing any bruises or bumps. Therefore, Virgil was making her job very hard for her.

Emika sighed, tugging on the sleeve of her yellow sweater when she first heard the noise. It was a low rumbling sound that Emika usually associated with her brother- the sound of someone's stomach grumbling.

Rose looked up from her book. "Was that's someone's stomach?" She asked, confirming what Emika had thought she heard.

"Is someone hungry? I have a few extra bucks on me, we can run to the library and get some snacks that the yearbook committee is selling." Emika suggested.

"We just had lunch," Lily replied, gesturing to herself and her twin.

"I've got my mum's brownies in my bag if I get hungry," Jay said.

Virgil didn't even hear- or maybe he did, and he was just ignoring the conversation. Emika let it go, going back to her notes. She had dropped her pen to stretch her fingers when the grumbling started again. She looked back up, meeting eyes with the twins. Rose glanced at Virgil, mouthing a question to Emika "Is it coming from Virgil?"

Emika tilted her head, mouthing back. "Not sure, I'll keep my ear open." She went back to her notes, but this time, when she heard the noise, she stood. She walked over to Virgil and tapped her hand to get his attention. The darker haired boy looked up at her, pulling off his headphones.

"Is something up, Emika?"

"Have you eaten something today? Because your stomach keeps rumbling." Emika asked, hoping her concern carried through her voice.

Virgil shrugged. "I'm not hungry."

"That wasn't the question." Emika crossed her arms.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Then, fine, no I haven't eaten yet. We good now?" Virgil lifted his hand to put his headphones back on, but Emika grabbed his hand and tried to pull him to his feet. "Hey, what the hell, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the library and you're eating something. That's an order as your president." Emika decided.

"You're student council president, I don't think it works that way."

"I say so, so it does. Let's go, come on, up, up let's go."

"You're causing a scene," Virgil complained. It was true; people were starting to glance at them.

Looking back at it later, Emika noted how comical the situation was. Emika was a tiny blond wearing a pastel sweater. Virgil had at least five inches on Emika, and his darker clothes made him look much more threatening than her. Plus he was Spidergale (which had slipped her mind at the time), which definitely gave him an unfair advantage. But Emika had determination and a questionable amount of caffeine on her side.

"You're dating Roman. He's much better at causing scenes than me! Oooooh, what if I go get him? I could text the theater chat- they finally added the pit kids into it!"

Virgil sighed. "If I come with you will you stop?"

"Yup."

Virgil let out a sigh, slipped off his headphones, and stood. Emika grinned at him, and started for the doorway, hoping that when she turned around, that Virgil would still be behind her. He was, to her satisfaction. They walked in silence, Virgil fidgeting with the strings of his boyfriend's hoodie.

"Why do you care so much?"

Emika turned to Virgil. "Hmmm?"

"Why did you cause a scene and force me to come with you and such?" Virgil asked, fingers still entwined with the hoodie strings.

Emika shrugged. "I feel like I gotta be helpful. There's gotta be something I can do. Even something as small as this."

The two of them fell back into silence, reaching the library. Emika walked over the desk, where a few baskets held candy and chips. She pulled out a few dollar bills and grabbed a dark chocolate bar and a box of Lemonheads. After paying, she threw the chocolate bar at the emo boy, who caught it with ease. "Huh?"

"Dark chocolate is light on your stomach, but it still gives you some energy. I live on dark chocolate during audition weeks. Jay is convinced that someone draws my blood, they'll discover that my blood has bits of dark chocolate in it. Plus, it makes you feel good and tastes great."

Virgil snorted. "Have you ever considered becoming a spokesperson for dark chocolate?"

"Oh my god! That would be the best job on the planet!" Emika popped a lemon candy in her mouth. Virgil unwrapped the chocolate bar and proceeded to stare at it as if it came from an alien planet. "You do realize you can't eat it by staring at it? You need to put it in your mouth?"

"No. I never would have guessed. Thank you so much." Virgil deadpanned, causing Emika to snort. They walked back to the classroom, and Emika reclaimed her spot next to Jay.

Later, the couple was laying on the couch of the Waters apartment when she remembered that Virgil was Spidergale and she'd managed help out another superhero. She couldn't help but let out an airy laugh at the thought.

"Is everything good?" Jay asked.

"Yup! Just thinking about something," Emika replied, laying her head in his lap.

The third time it happened, it was completely and utterly on purpose.

Emika sat in one of the music department's practice rooms, violin case at her feet, looking over the notes she'd jotted into her notebook. Yesterday, she had overheard her study hall teacher complaining to another teacher about how she was going to have to write Logan Berry up if he showed up to study hall late one more time.

That had piqued Emika's interest- and her concern. Logan Berry? The Valedictorian, obsessed with learning, Logan Berry skipping a class? That was wrong in every aspect. So Emika looked into it.

After searching through YouTube and various fan blogs, Emika learned that due to a few criminals escaping jail, the SpiderBoys and Rainbow Weaver were taking extra patrols until the crooks were caught. It seemed at Arachne (cough, cough Logan) was taking patrol at the time of their study hall.

Emika wasn't about to let Logan get in trouble for protecting the city. Nope. Nada. Not on her watch.

Emika scribbled something furiously with her pen, memorizing the bulleted list she had created. Her plan, if executed correctly, would be able to clear Logan's name and still fall in line with his boyfriend's morals.

If she messed up-

Nope. She was not going to mess up.

Someone knocked on the door. Emika looked up and saw one of the band's flutists- Alex- looking in at her. She pushed the notebook into her bag and opened the door, glancing at the blue bracelet around Ian's wrist. "Hey, Mika." He greeted. "The period is over."

"Oh, thank you for getting me. I wouldn't have noticed." Emika stood, slinging her bag over her shoulder, and grabbed her violin case.

"You looked really focused. Working on something important?"Alex asked as Emika put her violin in her locker.

"You could say that." Emika agreed, waving goodbye as they parted ways. Emika headed for the cafeteria, heartbeat thumping in her ears. She could give speeches in front of her entire class without any fear. She could play violin solos without batting an eye. But this? Her nerves were shot. Because now, it wasn't just her on the line. If she messed up, Logan would get in trouble.

She made to the cafeteria and set down her bag at an empty table. Taking a deep breath, Emika walked towards the table where Mrs. Nixon sat, playing with her wedding band. The student council president cleared her throat, getting the teacher's attention. "Oh, hello Miss Waters. Is there something I can help you out with?"

"There is. May I sit?" Emika asked.

"Of course." She sat down, cracking her knuckles, as the teacher looked at her. "What's wrong? Do you need anything?"

"I need to talk to you about how Logan Berry has been late to this class. I'm afraid it's kind of my fault."

The teacher tilted her head. "Pardon me? You're going to have to explain, Emika."

"You see, I've been swamped with a lot of the paperwork for student council. Our treasurer is terribly sick right now, and I don't want to put any pressure on them while they're under the weather. I tried to do it myself, but it happens to be that when you have a thousand things to do, putting together treasuer reports is much more difficult than it looks. So, since Logan is the smartest person I know, I asked him if he could complete them for me. He has lunch before this, I think, and he told me he would go to the library to work on the reports. So, it seems that because I gave him extra work, he's coming to this study hall late."

Emika was mentally screaming at herself, because goodness, her story sounded so fake, it could shatter with the simplest prod.

Mrs. Nixon bit her lip. "It's very refreshing to see teenagers holding themselves accountable for their mistakes. And I don't want to be the teacher that puts on a stain on Mr. Berry's record. As long as this doesn't continue, I think I can let it slide."

Emika almost jumped over the table to hug the teacher, but she managed to contain herself. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Nixon."

"Anytime." Emika walked back to her seat, slumping in it with relief. She pulled out her German notes- honestly, she should have taken French, she already was fluent, it would have been an easy hundred- and began to study when someone sat across from her. Emika looked up, and sure enough, Logan was sitting across from her.

"Oh, hi, Logan! What's up?" Emika said, attempting to keep her cool. She subtly looked for any injuries, but it seemed Logan was able to keep himself from getting hurt.

"It came to my attention that you covered for me in accordance with my constant tardiness to this class, and I was curious why," Logan asked, the question burning in his eyes.

Emika shrugged. "I knew you'd have a good reason. I've known you since, like seventh grade, even if we never really talked. You don't strike me as the type to be tardy without a good reason."

Logan nodded. "Yes, I had a reason, but it's a private one."

"Oh, I wasn't prying! I totally get it."

The two sat in silence for a moment, and Emika was considering going back to her German review when Logan spoke up again. "However, Patton will be rather upset if he learns lying was involved me getting out of trouble."

"Oh I know, I almost received a lying-is-bad lecture from your boyfriend." Emika laughed, brushing the hair out of her face.

"He informed me of that incident. I do have to thank you for helping him."

Emika smiled. "Student Council President is quite determined to do her job. As for the lying thing-" Emika dug into her backpack, pulling on a few pieces of paper. "-I told Mrs. Nixon you were helping me with these."

"Are these Treasurer Reports?"

"Haha, yeah. Millie is out sick and I didn't want to make her do it while she's out, I wasn't lying about that- so to null out the other lie, if you could add up the numbers for me? Then there's less lying involved."

"You thought this through, didn't you?"

Emika grinned. "I live to defy the dumb blond stereotype"

Logan managed to get the reports added up in minutes flat (A feat Emika never would have been capable of), and by the time the period was over, Emika had a smile on her face.

The fourth time had been a total accident.

The Spring Musical was just around the corner, meaning the pit orchestra would practice alongside the performers. Emika's arms were killing her, and if she had to play the same section one more time, she was going to lose her mind.

Finally, a break was called. Emika, her prayers answered, gratefully placed her violin back in its case. She was desperate for water, but it seemed she had emptied her bottle already. Emika grabbed the empty bottle, determined to fill it before the fountain was swamped. She started to power-walk from the auditorium, cursing her tiny legs when she collided with someone.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Emika scrambled to her feet, offering her hand to whoever she had run into. It just happened to be Roman, who accepted her hand and pulled himself to his feet.

"It's okay," he answered, but there was pain tainting his voice.

"Are you okay?" Oh god, what if she hurt Roman? In turn, that would have meant she'd hurt Royal Slinger, which meant New York would be down a SpiderBoy-

"Oh no, you just hit me where I have a nasty cut, I'm perfectly fine!" Roman replied, and Emika heard him mutter something that contained the phrase "stitches getting loose'.

Oh. Oh no.

"Um, I have a first aid kit in the band room- I kept it on me because sometimes I slit my fingertips on my violin strings, and I would make me feel better if I could look over it so-"

"Hey, Mika, calm down!" Roman said, putting his hands up in a calming gesture. "It truly isn't your fault for my pain, but if I will make you feel better, you can look the wound over."

Emika let out a shaky breath. "Okay, okay yeah, follow me." Emika led Roman through the maze of chairs, stands, and cases that were scattered through the pit. A few turns and a tiny set of stairs later, the two were in the abandoned band room. Emika pointed at a chair. "Sit down, I'm going to get my kit."

Emika left the actor in the band room, headed for the storage area, where, in her locker, she found the first aid kit. Jay had bought it for her after he'd noticed her fingertips bleeding from the little cuts she often found on them. She exited the storage room and found Roman sitting, with his red jacket off, and his sleeves rolled up.

Then she saw the cut.

It was stitched up, which Emika guessed meant it was deep. The wound was a bright red around the stitching, which was definitely coming undone. She could see red under the falling-apart stitches, which Emika assumed wasn't good. The wound also seemed to be oozing with what she feared was pus. She was no medical professional, but something told her that the wound would have given the school nurse a heart attack.

Emika sat down and opened her kit. She didn't bother asking how Roman had gotten the wound. She knew that it was from his escapades as Royal Slinger, and seeing the dramatic boy injured made something churn in her stomach. It wasn't fair, the boys didn't deserve to be hurt like this.

There was nothing she could do except doing the little things to help, like making sure Roman's injury didn't get worse.

Emika pulled out a rubbing wipe. "This is going to sting."

"Don't worry, I can handle a minor sting," Roman replied, but he still winced as Emika attempted to clean the cut, moving carefully around the stitches. Just as Emika finished the cleaning, Roman's phone went off from his jacket pocket. Roman moved to get it, but Emika reached over and grabbed it for him instead.

"It's Virgil," Emika announced, and she smiled at the way Roman's eyes lit up at the mention of his boyfriend. He made grabby hands for the phone, and Emika, laughing slightly, handed it over.

"Hello, my darling emo!" Roman smiled at the image of Virgil that appeared on his screen.

"Hey, Ro. What's up?"

"Local Mother Hen is looking at that cut I got on my shoulder," Roman responded. Emika flashed a peace sign at Virgil.

"You need a leash for this one, Virgil," Emika replied, rummaging through her kit, and pulling out butterfly stitching. "Hey Roman, I'm going to put butterfly stitching over the stitches, you'll have to have someone with actual medical skills fix that, okay?"

"Aye aye, captain," Roman responded, before starting a conversation with his boyfriend about Virgil's dance practice. Emika unwrapped the stitching and began to carefully apply the bandaging to the wound. She had done this before- once, Andre had split his knee open, and Emika had fixed him up enough so her dad could take him to the ER. She made sure to keep the touches gentle, not wanting to make Roman hurt more, but said the boy was caught up talking to Virgil, she doubted he would have noticed either way. As a precaution, Emika stuck a couple large band-aids over the butterfly stitching.

"Alright! Try not to aggravate the wound or pull out the stitches more than you already have. Cut back on the dramatics for the last half of practice, perhaps."

Roman gasped as if she'd suggested kicking a puppy. "Cut back on the dramatics?" He repeated. "Virgil, do you hear this insanity?"

As Virgil snickered from the other line, Emika rolled her eyes playfully. "Maybe just try not to move that arm around so much?"

"You can handle that, Princey." Virgil agreed. "If you manage not to rip the stitches- more than you already have, I might be more inclined to watch Disney and cuddle later."

Roman vigorously nodded his head. "I shall not rip the stitches or dramatically move my arm in the name of Disney cuddles." He announced.

Emika laughed, putting away her kit. Just as she was about to slip away to let the two finish talking before the rehearsal started up again, Virgil called out, "Hey, um, Mika- people call you that, right?"

"Yeah, they do! What's up? "

"Thanks for taking care of my dork."

Emika smiled. "Of course- I'm always here to help."

And help she did.

It seemed that the SpiderBoys had discovered that she really would help with anything. Patton continued to help her during unloading days, giving him more time to study. Logan asked her for the page numbers of homework assignments he'd missed. Virgil accepted the dark chocolate she threw at him. Roman had even allowed her to help with another wound he'd gotten.

But all good things come to an end eventually.

To be fair, the night Emika accidentally opened her mouth was a night meant for disaster. The usually calm student council president was enraged. Jay ran track, and sometimes he managed to convince his girlfriend (aka Emika) to go on runs with him. She didn't mind the runs; she often brought her camera along. But Jay couldn't wear his binder while they were running, which usually wasn't a problem.

But today there was a problem. Some guy had misgendered Jay and then proceeded to go off on some transphobic tangent. Jay ignored that guy, but Emika could see how upset her boyfriend was becoming, and she'd almost beat the shit out of the guy. But, she knew that would make her boyfriend upset, so she'd instead taken him home and made him rose tea and cuddled with him. But as soon as his mom came home and Emika left the apartment, the rage entered her eyes.

Everyone on the street shifted to avoid her. It was comical- the tiny girl causing grown men to step out of her way. If she lived in a cartoon, steam would have been pouring out her ears.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring. She pulled out her phone and answered the call. "Salut, Papa."

"Salut, êtes-vous sur le chemin du retour?"

"Oui, Je prends le métro." Emika responed.

"Rester en sécurité, Emika." Her dad fretted.

"Ne t'inquiète pas, ça va aller. À bientôt."

"Je t'aime."

" Je t'aime, Papa." Emika hung up and continued her way to the subway. Speaking her father's native tongue always calmed her down- the word's always sounded so pretty, and focusing on the beauty of it was a welcome distraction.

Emika managed to get into her subway without any trouble. She was sitting against the wall, earbuds canceling the noise of the crowded car and distracting her from the anger still bubbling in her chest. Everything was fine.

Until the subway stopped.

That was strange, Emika remembered thinking. The ride was usually about fifteen minutes, she had only been riding for seven. She slipped her earbuds out, listening to the confused murmurs of the other passengers. Then the sound of cracking glass filled her eardrums, and something sharp cut across Emika's face, causing the rage in her stomach to twist into pain and fear.

Someone started screaming. Emika glanced at the window dividing the subway cars- the glass was shattered, the cracks spirling from a small hole in the center. A bullet hole. Had someone gotten shot?

No, the bullet was wedged into one of the handheld poles. Emika peered into the car before them, and saw a figure with a gun, pointing it frantically from passenger to passenger.

Something dripped down Emika's face. She raised her hand and felt something wet and sticky covering her cheek. Lowering her hand, vile raised in her throat- her hand was covered in crimson, metallic-smelling blood. Her own blood.

No one paid attention to her, the blood dripping down her cheek, the pain sharp and fierce. She heard the sounds of conflict in the other car (but no more gunshots), then the sound of the door being forced open. "Is anyone hurt?"

"There's a girl by the window, I think she got cut by the glass!" Huh, someone had noticed her. Someone knelt next to Emika; it was a figure in a pink super-suit, it was Love Bite, it was Patton.

"Hey, hey you with me?" He asked.

"Mmhmm," Emika mumbled. "It hurts like fucking hell"

"You got cut on the glass, you'll be okay, but you need to stay calm okay?" Her superhero classmate muttered, looking up into the evacuating crowd. "I need someone to clot her bleeding!"

A woman handed over a scarf- Patton thanking her, before ripping it and pressing it down over Emika's cut. She winced in pain. "Sorry." He muttered and continued to press down. Soon, he lifted the bloodstained cloth. "I think you've stopped bleeding."

"Thank you, Patton, "Emika mumbled. She felt the superhero stiffen and take it a harsh breath beside her. Why-

Oh.

Emika tensed too, her thoughts racing. She had called him Patton, while he was in costume. No one was close enough to hear her, but still, she'd let it slip.

"Emika-" Patton began, his voice slightly panicked, the eyes of his suit open so wide, it would be been comical in any other situation.

Really, Emika should have stayed and simply explained her discovery to Patton. But, instead, Emika shot to her feet, ignoring the superhero's protests, and ran from the subway, losing herself in the fleeing crowd.

Emika couldn't avoid it forever. That didn't mean she wasn't going to try.

She practically ran between classes, made sure she sat with as many people as possible at lunch and drove home with her brother every day.

But one day, she was waiting after school, leaning against the same wall she had all those weeks ago when she meant her discovery, waiting for Andre to get out of work. Her finger traced over the cut on her cheek. The doctor she'd visited told her it would probably scar. She lowered her hand, and then she felt someone lean against the wall next to her. "Hey, Mika."

Emika tensed, looking over at Patton. She was just about to move from the wall when Patton placed an arm on her shoulder. "Can we just talk about this?"

Emika's shoulders sagged. "Okay." She conceited, leaning her head against the back of the wall again, watching the traffic go by.

"How did you figure it out?"

"That you're Love Bite, your boyfriend is Arachne, your best friend is Royal Slinger and his boyfriend is Spindergale?" Emika's words were quiet, her voice barely audible over the breeze. "It was a bunch of little things."

"Was it obvious?" Patton looked over at the student council president, who's night sky eyes were still trained on the passing cars.

"No, not really. It might sound like I'm full of myself, but I consider myself pretty preceptive."

"Part of your president powers?"

Emika cracked a grin. "Hey, let me have my fake superpower."

That little joke managed to dissolve the solve the tension. Both of them started laughing, and Emika finally looked at Patton.

"You guys are crazy brave," Emika muttered, meeting the superhero's eyes. "It's insane how much you four are already have done for the world and damn. I wish I could do more, you know."

Emika's eyes gazed back out the cars, the last world even quieter than when she had whispered the secret. "You know, the little things matter too. Logan has been suspicious of you after the second week of you making sure Virgil ate. After he pointed it out, I realized how right he was. Thanks for getting me more study time, and tell Jay I ow- wait, does he know?"

"I haven't told a soul," Emika replied.

"Oh thank goodness." Patton let out a sigh of relief. "That would have made things more complicated."

"Agreed, people honestly would have thought I was crazy. I thought I was crazy for a bit." Emika laughed. Suddenly, Andre's same old gray car pulled up. Emika flashed a peace sign at Patton and started to walk away.

"Hey, Mika?"

The blonde turned around, the streetlights reflecting against her short locks. Patton's eyes looked brighter in the same light. "Thanks for taking care of us- what did Roman dub you- 'Local mother hen?'" Patton grinned. "It fits."

Emika laughed, and then suddenly, a flash of dark blue on the school roof caught her attention. "Hey, Patton?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm pretty sure your boyfriend has been watching over you this whole time. You know, in case the petite French girl was actually a supervillain."

Patton looked upwards, seeing the dark blue as well, a small, slightly lovesick grin on his face. "God I love him." He mumbled, and she couldn't help but laugh as she finally entered her brother's car.

"What was that about?" Andre asked, starting the car again.

Emika leaned against the seat, glancing out her window to see Patton vanishing into the night, probably to join his boyfriend. "Mm, just seeing things from the outside, you know?"

French Translations!

Salut, Papa- Hi, Dad

Salut, êtes-vous sur le chemin du retour?- Hi, are you on your way home?

Oui, Je prends le métro- Yes. I’m taking the subway

Rester en sécurité, Emika- Stay safe, Emika

Ne t'inquiète pas, ça va aller. À bientôt- Don’t worry, I’ll be okay. See you soon.

Je t'aime- I love you

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