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gurugirl · 2 years

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Need You*

this was reader requested. thank you @angel-akxo for the idea!! hope you enjoy it 💕

Summary: Stepdad!Harry picks you up from a party when you're drunk and he can't resist you when you beg for him to fuck you

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Warnings: ⛔️This is stepdad!harry and it contains dark content. If you aren't into this sort of thing then please move on⚠️ Smut, unprotected sex, mentions of drinking alcohol and being drunk, cheating, inappropriate relationship between stepdad and stepdaughter, light degradation, dd/lg kink

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The party was a little nuts. Everyone was there. It was at some rich kid’s parent’s house. You didn’t know the guy well, had only heard of him and knew his family had the big mansion close to downtown. It was a "pool" party so you wore your blue and yellow striped bikini with your tiniest jean shorts and cute yellow jelly flats, and brought a bottle of rose as a host gift. You didn't actually plan on swimming, though.

You got a ride from your friend, Laurel, and had planned on leaving with her. But soon, you both had lost track of one another after a few drinks when the music got louder and everyone started dancing. There were people in the pool, on the lounge chairs, in the grass laid out, in the every room in the house… and when you realized Laurel was no where to be seen you considered doing another search of the house and the backyard but you were quite drunk. Too drunk to take on that kind of task.

Swaying to the music and sipping your mixed drink you began dancing with some sophomore whom you forgot the name of. It was nice at first. He was easy going and fun. But when he leaned in and left a wet, slobbery kiss on your cheek (he’d missed your mouth because he was also quite drunk) you had the sudden need to leave.

“S’cuse me. I need to call my boyfriend to come n’get me.” You wobbled to the front of the house so you could call Harry. You giggled to yourself as you searched your purse for your cellphone. You’d just called Harry your boyfriend. He wasn’t of course. He was your mom’s husband but you did feel like he was your boyfriend at times. Like when he was fucking you. Or spanking you… spitting into your mouth, kissing you, lapping at your pussy…

You paused and squeezed your thighs together thinking about him. He was the only person you could think to call, the only one you wanted right at that moment. You hoped your mom wasn’t around, or she’d probably insist on being the one to get you, though you knew you'd regret that thought in the morning when your brained had sobered up and guilt appeared.

When you finally stepped out to the front porch you found your cellphone you dialed the number of the last person you’d texted.

“Hello…” his deep tone reverberated through the cellphone into your ear, instantly making you sigh and smile.

“Daddy, need you to get me. M’a little bit drunk.”

Harry sighs and you can hear him shifting as he speaks, “Where’s your friend? Thought you had someone to get you back to the dorm safely?”

You hum and lick your lips as you lean your back against the post of the porch, “I can’t find her. Please? Need you.”

“M’on my way already. Just stay out front and I’ll see you soon.”

Harry knew where you were going to be tonight. You told him about the party as you were texting him pictures of yourself in various states of dress (all of which he had to delete), asking him which bikini you should wear. He said none. He told you to cover up and said if he learned you were wearing a bikini to a party with those shorts he’d be very upset. Well, he was about to find out you didn’t listen to him. Oops.

And Harry couldn't lie to himself and say he wasn't quite happy that you'd called him to pick you up. He was feeling insecurity and worry bubble in guts at the thought of you being at a party tonight and he had no way of knowing whether or not you were behaving or had found another guy to fuck you. He didn't want to feel the sting of jealousy but he couldn't help it.

Ten minutes later, Harry pulled up in his black Land Rover. You concentrated as you walked to the passenger door trying not to stumble too much, but you were feeling extra giddy to see him.

You plopped down in the passenger seat and quickly leaned over to kiss him. Harry grunted and placed a hand on your shoulder to help you stay steady as your movements were a bit dramatic when you swayed from the buzz of the alcohol that was in your bloodstream.

“Buckle up so I can take you home. Not going anywhere til you’re buckled in.” He warned as you watched him take note of your outfit with a frown.

You listened right away and buckled yourself in, turning to give him a sweet smile.

Harry shook his head and narrowed his eyes at you before putting the car into drive.

“What’d I tell you earlier? Hmm? Wearing exactly what I told you not to.” He tsk’d.

You reached a hand out to run over his strong thigh, “I know, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

Harry stayed quiet for a bit but you were horny for him, you wanted him so bad, “Is mom home?”

Harry shook his head, “No, but she called me an hour ago and said she’d be wrapping up soon so she’s probably already on her way.”

You adjusted yourself in your seat, angling yourself toward Harry. You moved your hand upward to his crotch and gently rubbed right over his cock under his trousers.

“Y’better stop. M’not doing anything with you tonight. You’re drunk and your mom is on her way.” He spoke to you but he made no move to push your hand away from him.

So you continued brushing your fingers over him, watching his face and feeling him plump under the fabric.

“Can I please suck on you daddy? For your trouble?” You snickered at your words. For your trouble. It was more because you wanted to have his dick down your throat than anything else. You loved how it felt, and Harry knew it too.

“Fucking little slut for me, aren’t you? You didn’t offer yourself to anyone at the party did you?”

Your fingers softly glided up and down over Harry’s crotch as he filled out the space under his zipper.

“I’m only a slut for you. You know I’m not interested in anyone else. No one is as good as you are daddy.”

You watched as Harry swallowed hard. He kept his face on the street, “Still not gonna do anything tonight. You’re drunk.”

You whined and pouted, drawing your hand upward to his chest, you hated that the seat belt was restraining you. You wanted to crawl into his lap.

“I understand but I want to just be with you. Just sit in your lap and have your arms around me. Nothing else. Please, daddy.”

“I need to get you home. Preferably before your mom knows I had to get you.”

You sniff and reach as far across the middle console as the seatbelt allows, putting your arms around Harry’s middle. You would settle for cuddling if that’s all he’d give you but you wanted to fuck.

“Harry?” You tilted your head to look up at him

“What?” Harry tried to hide the small smile that ghosted over his face.

“Can I please sit in your lap for a little bit? Like maybe you can pull over and just let me sit and hold onto you. Five minutes. Ten. And then we’re back on the road before mom gets home. I need to be h held. I missed you so bad and we can’t tonight at home cause mom will be there. Harry… please. Need you.”

Harry keeps his eyes on the road and you watch as he looks in his rear view mirror, “Five minutes.”

You nearly squealed when Harry said that. He found a small strip mall with a few cars parked and he situated his Land Rover away from the lamppost and other cars.

As soon as he shut the engine off you unbuckled yourself and slipped your shorts off with a bit of a struggle.

"What are you doing? I told you only five minutes and this is just for you to sit in my lap." Harry scolded.

You shook you head and pouted, "Just want to feel you so close. I'll just sit in your lap, I promise, but I need to have my skin on yours. Can I please?" You looked up to Harry with your eyes rounded and innocent as you reached over to him to undo his pants.

Harry sighed and leaned his head back against the seat and brought his hands down to unbuckle himself.

"Not taking my pants off. I'll undo my pants so you can be close but that's it. We need to hurry."

You were fine with that. Anything he'd give you would do. You helped him pull his zipper down and promptly reached into his open trousers to smooth your hand over his erect cock under his briefs. When you adjust him so his dick was upright under his boxers you climbed into his lap, facing him and landed your lips onto his as your center pressed over his swollen penis.

Harry didn't want to do anything, truly. You were drunk and he knew you weren't in your right state of mind but you were looking extra cute in your bikini and he could feel how damp you were against his cock. You rubbed your body over him and kissed him with your warm, soft mouth and he was losing his resolve quickly.

Eventually your soft little kisses turned wet and hasty when Harry began to return your kisses with a bit of fervor. He hadn't seen you in over a week and his cock was aching for you.

When you rutted up to him and pressed yourself over his cock Harry placed his hands over your ass to push you down to him harder.

You moaned at the feeling and you knew you were getting him close to caving. Maybe he would fuck you after all.

You dared to reach down between your body and his and his, and palm over the very top of his hard cock feeling how wet you'd gotten the fabric of his briefs. Harry grunted lightly and continued pressing his fingers into your bottom so your cunt would be pressed hard against his cock.

"Fuck. You're so naughty. What are you doing to me?" Harry was out of his mind for you. He couldn't help but to just give in to you. He knew you wanted it, though, no matter what state you were in. You never didn't want it.

So he pushed at you a little and reached down into his briefs and pulled the fabric down to expose his cock. Harry looked at the clock and five minutes was up, but this would only take another five.

You leaned back and watched him with excitement as he then placed his fingers at the crotch of your bikini bottom, slippery with your mess, and pushed the fabric to the side. He ran a finger through your wetness and watched your face scrunch up. You were soaked.

"Come on. Show me what you can do to my cock. Put your little fuck hole onto my fat dick and milk me like you wanted."

You were nothing but compliant. You angled yourself up and Harry held his shaft at your entry as you watched when his dark pink tip disappeared into your dark pink pussy.

Harry clicked the seat adjuster and moved the chair back so there was space for you to fuck him. You began to bounce over him and moan, your hands on his shoulders for leverage, as Harry kept his on your ass to assist you in fucking yourself over him.

It was so good to be back inside of you. Heaven is what you felt like to Harry. There wasn't any pussy better than yours. You were slick and warm and you always knew just how he wanted it.

"Daddy... you feel so good. Need that cock everyday." You bounced over him, your thighs working hard, but thanks to Harry helping you it wasn't too strenuous.

"Yeah? My little slut misses getting fucked by Daddy?" Harry groaned at the feel of you sucking him in and squeezing at him.

You nodded and moved one of your hands down to your clit so you could come. You needed a release and you knew it needed to happen fast because your mom would be home soon.

With breathy pants, moans, gasps, and wet noises coming from where your bodies were connected you felt the white hot heat of your orgasm take over your limbs and you cried into the car, "Harrryy! Yess!" as you continued bouncing over him and rubbing your clit.

Harry couldn't hold back anymore. He began to fuck into you, holding you down over him when he poured into you, throbbing inside of your pussy with a deep groan coming from his throat.

Both of you were slick where your laps met and you had to carefully move away from him. Harry slid the crotch of your bikini back over your pussy, "Want you to hold my come inside of you for the rest of the night. Something to remember me by since we can't sleep together since your mom home."

You felt warm and tingly. Harry's cock was truly the best thing you'd ever felt. Big, hard, long. And you loved having his come inside of you and feeling it drip out of you slowly after.

With your jean shorts back on and your seatbelt secured, Harry tucked himself back in and drove you home just in time before your mother arrived.

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kasonkodd · 1 year

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STOP and read my robin jason hc’s. NNNNEEOOOWWW!!!

this first one aint even a hc, it’s canon but i HART IT SMM. he loved school. LOVED with a capital L. he loved learning, loved figuring and finding things out. and GOD was he a bookworm. i think baby jay has read a llloooottt of books already. nerdiest robin fr.

i like to think he was a huge cuddler too? because he didn’t really… yk, get much love when he was a wee lad. so i think that after awhile, if hes feeling lonely or just wants a snuggle, he’ll crawl up in bruces bed. bruce caught onto what the baby wanted and absolutely smothered him in papa lovins. head smooches, bear hugs, back rubs. he also does this to dick when they become besties (soz i stan baby jay n teen dick being bffls) he’ll crawl up in bed with dickie and ask him to tell him old robin stories and dick does. they’re usually silly and lighthearted and jason STILL hangs onto them even in his adult years.

ik its canon that little jay was probably the sweetest robin BUT i think he had a small attitude. nothing that derails from his sweet personality bc i love the contrast between baby jay and adult jay’s character BUTTTTTT i think that if he gets mad or upset, hes kinda nasty with his words and has the wwwoorssst attitude. i also think hes super annoying. like he IS THE annoying little brother to dick and that carries on 💀

ive said this before and ill say it again. alfred taught jason how to cook. he knows how to cook, bake and even make some yummy drinks like smoothies and milkshakes. he’ll forever thank alfred for this because he wouldn’t have these skill’s without him

jay walked everywhere as kid. he didnt care to be dropped off places even though.. he kinda did like car rides. since he was allowed too, he took a lot of walks. walks downtown, to the park, to the convenience store.

trigger warning with slight ed on this next one me thinks but i think he had such an issue eating when he first got to bruces? because food was scarce with his parents so when he started getting fed regularly and in huge amounts, he over fed himself. hed eat until his stomach literally hurt. he would ACTUALLY throw up and when bruce asked why he did this jay told him that he didn’t want to waste food. bruce then had to kinda feed jay small amounts and build up from there. older jason eats a lot but because he can handle it, he doesn’t eat until he’s physically ill.

hehe anyway baby jason liked to listen to music to sleep. it was usually 80’s.. 90’s music because thats what dick listened too but eventually he branched out to rock, rap, r&b. he listens to literally everything and i mean everything. you can play anything around older jay and he’ll know it. musicals? opera? jazz? dare i even say country?? he hates country but knows a good handful of songs. but yeah, he likes music a lot.

thats all i have…… for now muahahaha

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lazywriter7 · 9 months

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Written for Stony AUgust over at @stonyauniverse , for week one/alternate professions.

non functional requirements

There’s a man-shaped twig blocking the door to the lecture hall.

“You coming or you going?”

The twig startles – blue eyes darting under wheat yellow hair. Gwen pulls the worn strap of her tote bag more firmly over her shoulder, MacBook weighing it down, grimacing all the while.

“Sorry.” The twig apologises in a surprisingly deep voice, then opens the door for her. Cute gesture if class hadn’t already started and now she’s gotta squeeze past him through the tiny door.

The guy re-evaluates his chivalry after a couple seconds of awkward silence. He ducks through into the hall but lingers, and Gwen sidesteps him to dump her crap on the floor near the closest seat on the second last row.

“Recording’s kicked off, so we might as well. This is lecture four of System Design Engineering.” The lecturer’s voice crackles over the speakers. Looks like he’s just gotten started, so that gives her a couple minutes to get setup. “Today we’ll be going over NFR’s, or non-functional requirements. What they are, how they’re defined. These can apply to any kind of computing systems, system architectures, front end or backend APIs, you name it. Any kind of – sorry, was that a hand?”

“Morning Tony.” Someone greets from close to the front row. Gwen, who’s waiting for her Macbook to complete its primeval, laborious booting up procedure, feels her shoulders sag even further down. God, not this shit again.

“Did your coffee machine explode again?”

“Implode, and no.” The lecturer – Tony – cracks a brief smile. The band t-shirt he’s got on is mostly just wrinkles, his hair flattened straight down the sides like it hasn’t been washed in a couple days. Really gives Gwen such an inspiring picture to look up to for her own prospective career in academia. “And just for that not-so-subtle commentary on my opening salvo today, I’m gonna teach this entire lecture using a metaphor.”

“Was it Justin Hammer?” Someone else calls from the front. “Did he hog the servers to train machine learning models on LinkedIn posts?”

“Fuck no.” Tony says, and winces immediately in the bout of snickers that erupt. “And now you’ve got me swearing on the recording. Gonna put all of you heathens on a bus to the downtown community college, don’t think I won’t do it.”

The students hush in anticipation. Tony blinks, knuckles at his nose under the wireframe glasses, and looks to the ceiling as if in despair. “I mean. I… pre-emptively apologise, and intend no insult to any students, or family of students listening to this, who may have attended community college. Community college is an institution. Just like… jail.”

“You sure your coffee machine didn’t explode?”

“Shut up Miles.” Tony gestures half-heartedly at the screen behind him, where the slide has finally changed.

Gwen’s brought up her note-taking tool by habit on her up-and-running Mac, but she doesn’t have high hopes. It’s not like the guy doesn’t know his stuff, he’s just easily derailed into tangents and rambles and spicy opinions on SpaceX, and Gwen likes to be systematic about learning new things. Start at the beginning, finish at the end, with preferably zero stand-up material along the way. If she’d wanted jokes, she’d put on a late-night show.

And then to add insult to injury, someone creeps up the side and sinks down on the seat right in front of her, blocking her eyeline to the lower third of the screen. The bluish light dances silver over the light-coloured mop of hair… it’s the twiggy dude, from the doorway. Did he just find a seat?

“Think about a relationship.” Tony’s saying, up at the lectern. “Parent and child, cousins twice removed, romantic partners. Whoever. There are the expectations, the responsibilities… the requirements, you could say, which are obviously defined and the bare minimum for the relationship to exist. If you’re a parent, you gotta house and feed your kid. If you don’t do that, you fail at the basic requirements of being a parent. So if you turn up with your deadbeat ass at your kid’s wedding, they’re justified to go all, ‘you’re not my dad’.”

A guy in the third row raises a pen into the air. “Can I explain it like that in the exam?”

“I’m not going to be the only one marking, Ganke, so I’d actively encourage it.” Kinda nice, how he remembered so many names though. Gwen has been in this course for six months and only knows faces. “However, there are certain requirements which may not be essential for the relationship to be defined and functional but are still important. Like if your parent loves you.” A twitch. “Loves the kid, that is.”

In the seat ahead of her, Twig’s shoulders have risen up to his ears, frame gone all stiff. Gwen bites back a sigh and moves over to the next seat, just to eliminate the distraction.

She thinks about Dad in the next breath, awkwardly jabbing at his cereal and darting glances at her over the table, and immediately shoves it down.

“You might be tempted to think of it as how good a system is at fulfilling a base requirement – like how good of a parent they are, depending on if they do or don’t love you. And that’s not incorrect; whether a website is able to serve a high volume of traffic, or have an uptime of ninety nine percent, is absolutely about how good it is at serving its base requirement, which is to present an accessible resource over the internet. But if the thresholds of those non-functional requirements aren’t met, if the website keeps throwing a 404 more frequently than is acceptable, then it impedes said basic requirement. Even though uptime isn’t in the strict definition of the deliverable. You feel me?”

Silence. Someone from the far end meekly chirps a yes.

“Ohhkay.” Tony paces out from behind the lectern, keen eyes scanning the room like he’s actually, really invested. That’s… that’s a nice thing about him too. “Imagine I’m in a relationship, right? My partner and I, we define what a romantic relationship means to us and what we expect of each other going in. Like… monogamy, maybe. Or meeting at least once a week. So as long as I don’t go cruising, or ghost this guy for a month, I’m technically fulfilling my promises as a boyfriend. Those are your functional requirements.”

There’s a tiny murmur in the room at ‘guy’, but it dies out quick. Not exactly a surprise from the man who wears bi flag-coloured sunglasses to Orientation week.

“But to the enlightened, relationships are about more than that.” Tony’s lips curl at one end, like the words amuse him. Or that he’s speaking them? “Dependability. Emotional support. Prioritising the other person’s needs. All that chicken soup for the soul stuff; your non-functional requirements.”

“So I gotta think about it, the third time I reschedule date night. Get lost in a work thing and forget to respond to a text. Several texts. Forget to buy the milk, even though he told me to and put a reminder on my phone. Make life decisions on my own. These things take… a toll.” Tony isn’t making eye contact with the crowd anymore. His eyes skitter up to the ceiling and away again, restless even as his voice continues on methodically. “Maybe my partner can put up with it. Does put up with it. But just because I’m serving the base functionality of a romantic partner, doesn’t mean I can ignore these things. These are also essential to the health of the relationship.”

“But you gotta design for that. I can’t sit there like a dimwit going, ‘oh I’ll just do better next time’ and expect it to magically happen. That I’ll just… be better, with no effort on my part aside from intending to.” Gwen drops her eyes to the plastic tabletop, scratches and pen marks running over the surface. This is weirdly intense. “I have to have the right system in place. Maybe I vow to reply to a text every time I’m downing a cup of coffee. Set up regular delivery orders for milk online. Make it to the date, even if it is an hour too late and not in the place I wanted, just so we’re there together. Plan in advance so that things can get better, instead of crossing fingers and blowing on an eyelash. Do the work.”

She lifts her gaze by an inch, still vaguely discomfited, and catches Twig’s jaw clenching in profile, limned by the light of the screen. He shifts in his seat, raises a fist to wipe brusquely at something under his eye. It’s all very quiet. Tightly controlled.

“And that’s how systems need to function. Sure your primary focus is to get the thing up and running, but you need to think about performance, and security, and reliability when you’re architecting a solution. Two weeks before go live is not the time to realise that you’re pulling from an old-timey relational database when you actually needed caching. That the base components of your system just… don’t work together the way you want.” Tony pauses, blinks a couple times. Like his words have outstripped his thoughts and it’s all starting to come together. Form an obvious conclusion. His mouth turns down, goes wry again. “It gets real expensive to fix things then.”

And so it continues. The hour goes by faster than usual, Gwen startling a little by the time Tony wraps up the lecture, a whole five minutes before time like he always prefers to do.

Or… plans to do, perhaps. Mid-morning lectures, people usually have to empty out of these halls fast to get to the next one, but there’s a disordered cluster of students still lingering around the lectern, shooting the shit and exchanging laughs with Tony. He looks visibly better at the end of the hour, more energetic than he did at the start of the lecture. Like it actually rejuvenated him – which isn’t the worst ideal to look up to as a prospective academic.

Whatever, Gwen isn’t getting ahead of herself. She’s got band to get to.

Of course, when she stuffs her laptop into the tote bag and does a brief check to make sure everything’s in there, she can’t see her fob. Can’t get into the rehearsal room without it, so she gropes for it fruitlessly for a couple of minutes, before resorting to dumping the bag out on her seat. Chocolate wrappers flutter to the ground, a pen cap without a pen rolling down to join them. Handouts from her other classes, worksheets, one physical notebook, a set of drumsticks… no fob.

Ugh. She ducks under her seat to check, nose twitching as the longer end of her bangs ruffle past. There, small and plasticky-blue against the maroon carpet. Fishing it out through the tiny gap is an ordeal, and by the time she has it secure in her pocket, the hall’s empty.

Or not quite. She’s shovelling her stuff one-handed while pacing up the stairs to the exit, when, “–mean to show up at your place of work.”

“You’re my boyfriend Steven, not a stalker. It’s fine.”

Hang on. What?

Tony and some guy – Twig, she can tell by the bony shoulders – Steven, are standing in front of the door. Tony and his boyfriend. Who was in their class. Who was probably not in their class, just physically present in this… particular class.

Tony seems to be frenetically running through similar thoughts, because his mouth just doesn’t stop moving, hands gesturing through the air like a conductor gone loose. “Well, not fine fine. I guess, considering what I – considering all of the… I didn’t know you were in the audience, obviously. I’ll just do as Taylor does and write a song about it the next time.”

Fuck. Can she just… push past them, really quickly? Or right in the middle of them. She’s been to parties where she doesn’t know anybody before, this can’t be any more awkward than that. Probably.

Steven’s already thin lips press tight together. He’s standing very, very straight, not a thing to criticise in that posture. Captain Stacy would be proud.

“Are we,” He starts, deep voice as startling out of that reed-thin frame as it was the first time, stumbling over the words just a little, “breaking up then?”

“What?” Tony breathes, and it’s like it’s stoppered his flow of thought completely.

Steven’s lips flicker up weakly. “You said Taylor.”

“No, no,” Tony’s hands flutter again – he pulls them back and tucks them close over his chest, just a little protective. “Stupid joke, you know me.” And then, just a little wry. “Of all the times to know a modern music reference.”

It’s like he’s laying out bait, an easy diversion. Steven could say something about preferring The Beatles and they needn’t tug on this line of thought, make things unravel.

Maybe it’s why Gwen hasn’t cleared her throat or done anything to clue them off to her presence yet. Something in her is so discomfited, twisted up with the second-hand awkwardness – she can’t let them go on but it would be worse if they saw her – but there’s also a second voice in her head, the one that’s good at moderating and peeling people open from a distance.

if you stop them talking now, when will they try again?

Steven doesn’t take the bait. Something in him strains like he wants to take a step forward, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he says quietly – “I do know you.”

“I know how much you think about us. How much it matters to you to get things right, and I guess I just…” Steven’s mouth purses, soft and unhappy, “take it for granted, all of that work, because it just happens to be who you are. Who you’ve chosen to be.”

“Steve, don’t – we’re both workaholics–”

“We are.” Steve acquiesces, but the words that follow sound implacable. “But you plan around it. Every single thing you said in the lecture, you… you booked those regular grocery deliveries for us, and I cribbed at you about it because they deliver in those plastic bags and the emissions from the delivery trucks–”

“It was a valid fucking point–”

“It was a stupid point, and you were right to tell me that.” Steve says it without hesitation. “I cancelled on our weekend away, again, and you were right to call me out on that this morning too. You just don’t…” A little softer. “Sometimes you don’t say anything.”

A beat.

Tony unfolds his arms, eyes fixed somewhere off-centre around Steve’s collarbone. His voice has dropped to match Steve’s, simmering with something indecipherable. “I was really… happy when you agreed to be with me. Stunned out of my head, sure. But happy. I wanted to get it right. It would have never occurred to me to… with our history, with my history, it just didn’t compute sometimes that…”

Steve cuts in, mouth twisting with it. “That I’d be the screw-up in the relationship?”

“Careful sweetheart.” Tony lifts his eyes, and they’re still warm. “Name-calling is my department.”

But he seems to be taking Steve’s previous words to heart.

“I know…” He swallows. Drops his hands completely, lifts his chin and talks. “I know how much that place means to you, I know how much you’d have killed to have a queer shelter in the neighbourhood, heck in the city, growing up like you did. I want someone who cares about what they do, I’d have been bored to shit with a person coasting by on a job that meant nothing to them. You wanna do paperwork till one am, I’ll be right there on the couch with you marking papers. That is fine, the donations from your own pocket are – don’t cut me off Steve – are fine, even if it is a little like Mrs. March teaching the kids to give away their Christmas meal to the less fortunate. That’s the guy I chose to be with.”

“You need to save the world. You can’t help yourself.” Tony bit into his lip, smile here and gone in a flash. “And I’m just a guy who teaches a couple university classes, while trying to get a startup off the ground for the last five years. But this morning when you…” He sucks in a breath, exhales it soundlessly. “When you looked like you couldn’t imagine how I’d think we wouldn’t cancel… how you disdained the idea of. Of spending time with me, instead of saving the world. Then it felt pretty shitty.”

For a moment, Steve doesn’t say anything at all. His face is pale, cheeks lost of any colour. His eyes have gone red. “I. I’m sorry.”

Tony clears his throat, voice forcibly bright. “Not gonna say you’d never think like that?”

“… doesn’t matter.” Steve says simply. “It’s how I made you feel.”

“There are those unrealistic moral principles I know and love.” Tony’s smiling, only a little watery around the edges. He moves into Steve’s motionless frame, hands reaching out again, this time to catch him by the elbows and smooth down to hang onto his wrists. “We’ll work on it.”

Steve is staring down at their hands, both like they’re condemned and something miraculous. “In the lecture. When you said that the components of the system didn’t work together the way you’d want…”

He looks up. Tony meets his eyes, gives a little shrug. “A better guy would know how important what you’re doing is. Would maybe resent its importance a little less.”

“Tony, I’m not a better person than you are.” Steve’s voice is thick, almost choking with the entreaty. His hands turn in Tony’s loose clasp, gripping back tightly. “Tony.”

Tony gives a little burble of a laugh. Bends over low, forehead brushing Steve’s shoulder. “We’ll work on me too.”

They lean into each other for a moment. Tony’s face is almost hidden behind Steve’s golden locks. “I don’t really care, if you’re better or worse than me. I’m keeping you.”

Steve pulls back. Leans up a fraction to press their lips together, both their eyes fluttering shut.

They pull apart, smiles pulling up on those mouths like mirroring sunrises. Steve leans in for another peck, then quietly pushes the door to step outside. Tony follows him.

Gwen sits down on the floor, fifteen metres away, laptop thunking into the carpet. She bends her head down to her belly, and breathes.

Fuck, she’s going to feel the anxiety of this in her back for weeks.

Band practice is a loss. The entire morning might be a loss. She needs a cupcake, and some grunge music. But even as vague ideas for the upcoming day begin to coalesce, she can feel a curious lightness shoot through her body. Like she can take it. The aches and pains, the barista shift in the afternoon. Like the world is alright, actually, and she’s not gonna keel over just yet.

This is why she doesn’t watch rom-coms.

She pulls herself up eventually and finally exits the hall. And there, by himself in the corner, completely failing to look like he’s doing anything but waiting for her – is Tony.

The world is a nightmare. She doesn’t stutter. “Did you know I was in there?”

Tony looks like he’d be rubbing the back of his neck abashedly, if he were that kind of guy. Instead, he visibly decides to brazen it out. “Not until the last thirty seconds before we left.”

Small mercies.

“Were you… did you have something to talk to me about? My office hours are 2-3, but–”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Gwen interrupts, entirely out of patience. That’s what’s going through his head right now?

Tony shuts his mouth with a click, eyebrows rising.

“There’s nothing.” Gwen forces. And then, just as involuntary as the swear – “You’re a good teacher.”

Tony blinks. Gwen remembers him bantering about with her classmates, not losing a step.

“Thanks, Gwen.” His nose looks a little red. So do the very tops of his cheeks. He looks unaccountably pleased.

Gwen’s lips tilt up.

“You could do better than him, you know.”

“I wouldn’t want to.” Tony beams at her. Turns around, waves two fingers. “See you next week.”

The rehearsal hall is in the same direction that he’s walking in. Gwen unerringly walks the other way. By the time she loops the quad and makes it there, she’ll have thirty minutes left. Half of band practice is better than none.

She taps a rhythm on her outer thigh, blows a strand of her bangs out of the eyes. Tugs the tote bag higher up. Band, then lunch, and then maybe she can call her dad.

#stonyaugust #stevetony #stony #lazywriting #fanfic #alternate universe #outsider pov #pre serum steve #no powers au #steve rogers #tony stark #gwen stacy #steve/tony #elaborate computing metaphors for the win

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Hawkins Living | Eddie Munson x Hopper!reader

Hawkins Living | Eddie Munson x fem!Hopper!reader

Warnings: a couple curse words, not proofread or edited, I think that’s it??

Word count: 3200+

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late August, 1982

(Y/N) Hopper does her best to navigate her way through Hawkins High on her first day.

Being the new kid in town is never fun, but somehow having your dad be the chief of police makes it worse. Everyone ignores her for the first part of the day. That is until lunch comes around.

(Y/N) finds herself sitting alone in the corner of the lunch room when a pair of hands slam down on the table in front of her lunch tray.

"So, you're the new kid, huh?"

She looks up to see a curly headed boy now sitting across from her.

"Uh, yeah. Lucky guess?"

He cracks a grin and a chuckle falls from his lips. "And your dad is Jim Hopper."

"Wow, word really travels fast here."

What the entirety of the school does not know is that she did not grow up around her father. Her parents were never technically together when her mom got pregnant. Her mother decided it was best to not tell Jim. After a couple months of going through the pregnancy alone, she found a new man, David. He had graduated a couple of years before she and Jim did. The two of them found each other and decided to start a life together. By the time Jim found out she was pregnant, she and David had moved south to Tennessee where David had found a job somewhere around Nashville.

That mother is now a school teacher, teaching junior English at Hawkins High. After her parents both passed away, she and David, her now husband, decided that it was time to move back home. Little did they know about the secrets that lie within Hawkins.

The boy shrugs before replying, "It's a small town, everyone has to have something to pass the time."

The bell rings, signaling that lunch is now over and it's time to head to fourth period.

(Y/N) goes to thank the boy for actually talking to her, but he's already gone. All she knows is that he probably has good taste in music based solely on the Black Sabbath t-shirt she notices he was wearing.

A few weeks pass before she finally learns his name. Eddie Munson.

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late May, 1985

Junior year just ended for (Y/N) Hopper. The only thing left to worry about for the summer is saving money for college and which colleges she actually wants to apply to.

A couple months back, she found that the record shop downtown was looking for a new employee. Luckily, her stepdad knew the owner, Doug, and helped her get the job.

Even though the new mall, Starcourt, opened back in January, the shop is still going strong.

It's a warm Saturday morning when (Y/N) gets to work. She pets the store's cat, Fluffy, before setting her stuff down behind the counter and gathering the new releases to add to the shelves. After a few minutes of stocking the store, the bell above the front door dings, signaling the arrival of a customer.

"Hey, new girl."

(Y/N) can recognize that voice anywhere. "I was the new girl three years ago, Eddie."

Eddie slides past her to go to the counter to pet Fluffy. "Whatever, new girl."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes before grabbing the next cassette in the box.

"So, how's your boyfriend?" Eddie asks after a few moments of silence.

She cringes at the thought of Scott. He was one of the star senior basketball players, next to Steve Harrington, of course. Even though (Y/N) is not the most popular girl at school, she is pretty well-known around the school and town of Hawkins.

"Let's not talk about him," she replies, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Hit a nerve?"

She groans, knowing Eddie will refuse to leave it alone until she tells him what happened.

"I honestly should've known it was too good to be true. After two years of me literally following him around like a lost puppy and doing anything he asked, he had the audacity to cheat on me and sleep with Tiffany."

It's Eddie's turn to cringe now. Tiffany is your typical high school rom-com cheerleader; stupid, mean, and likes to pretend she's the nice girl even after sleeping with your boyfriend.

"Ouch, sorry."

(Y/N) shrugs, "It's cool, I guess. Kind of have my eyes on someone else anyways."

She pauses for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed that she would actually admit that to someone who probably doesn't care. Even though he's the one she has eyes for.

She and Eddie have come to know each other a little better since that fateful day her freshman year. See, (Y/N)'s mother is not only an English teacher at the high school, she's also the drama teacher. This means that she also sponsors the Hellfire Club. Since Eddie decided to start the club, (Y/N) has run into him on multiple occasions.

"Oh, yeah?"

A surge of confidence flows through her body when she speaks again. "Yeah... You probably know him. He's a metalhead, has the prettiest hair I've ever seen, and really likes Dungeons and Dragons."

Eddie's heart skips a beat after her confession, and (Y/N) feels her heart racing.

"So, if this said metalhead asked you out on a date, would you say yes?"

"I would."

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mid-March, 1986

It's been almost 10 months since that wonderful day at the shop. (Y/N) finds herself falling more and more for Eddie with each day that passes.

It's the Friday before spring break. Tonight is the championship basketball game. Everyone is talking about it.

(Y/N) couldn't care less about the basketball game. Tonight also signifies the end of the big campaign she's helped Eddie plan. The Cult of Vecna.

No one knows that she and Eddie are together. They thought it would be best to save themselves from the bullies at Hawkins High. (Y/N) is tired of hiding. She's an adult, and so is Eddie. Who cares if they want to date?

She watches from the other side of the cafeteria as Eddie stands up on top of the table he sits at with the rest of the Hellfire Club. She can barely hear him over the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She stands up abruptly when Eddie jumps off the table.

"Where are you going?" a friend from the table she was sitting at asks.

"Just excuse me for a second, I'm going to go make a scene."

(Y/N) walks away from the table, making her way towards her boyfriend.

Everyone else in the cafeteria watches in anticipation.

A smile grows on her and Eddie's faces as she gets closer. When she reaches him, she pulls him into a searing kiss. After a few seconds, they pull apart, and look to the members of the club.

"You're dating Eddie? Our Eddie?" Dustin questions as if he can't believe what he just witnessed.

(Y/N) can only nod, not trusting herself to talk. She's usually not that bold in front of other people, but she's tired of pretending to not be dating the "freak".

(Y/N) was Dustin's babysitter after first moving to Hawkins. She has met some of her closest friends through him; Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin.

"I'm so confused," Mike says.

"She's my girlfriend, dipshit. Get used to it," Eddie says, flicking him on the forehead.

His other arm stays wrapped around his girl's side. He sits down, pulling her down into his lap.

"So, are you joining us tonight for the finale of the campaign?"

"Can she be our sub?" Dustin asks.

"As much as I'd like to do that, I helped him plan this whole thing... I'd have too much of an advantage," she replies to Dustin's question before replying to Eddie's. "I'm planning on being there."

The rest of the day and night goes by in a blur. The campaign ended beautifully after Erica Sinclair helped the Hellfire Club defeat Vecna.

(Y/N) and Eddie part ways for the night, him promising to come over in the morning for breakfast with her and her parents before they head out for vacation.

Even though it's spring break, (Y/N) decided that it would be best if she stayed in Hawkins so she could work a few extra shifts to earn more money for college. Time is running out before she starts school at Roane County Community College.

Saturday morning rolls around, and Eddie is a no-show.

"We've got to head on, sweetheart. Why don't you go by his place later? Maybe he overslept or something," her mother says before placing a kiss on her daughter's forehead. "You have the number of our hotel, so don't hesitate to call if you need us, okay?"

"Got it, ma. Have fun on your vacation."

(Y/N) watches as her mom and stepfather leave in their car before she rushes to the phone to call Dustin.

"Henderson residence," Dustin's voice comes through the speaker. He sounds uneasy.

"Dustin! Have you heard from Eddie? He was supposed to come over and-"

She's cut off by the boy on the other side of the call.

"Meet us at Family Video in 10."

The line goes dead.

(Y/N) doesn't hesitate to throw the phone back onto the receiver and run to her room to change clothes before taking her car across town to the store.

When she arrives, she finds Dustin, Max, Robin, and Steve sitting around the computer.

"Finally!" Dustin exclaims. "Do you happen to know who Reefer Rick is?"

(Y/N) feels the color drain from her face. "Why? What's happening? I thought you knew where Eddie was?"

"We think he's at this Rick guy's house, but we don't know his last name."

"Lipton...He lives close to Lover's Lake," she says slowly. "Now can you PLEASE tell me what's going on? What's going on with Eddie?"

Max gives her a sympathetic smile. "I'll explain on the way."

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"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar!" Dustin exclaims sarcastically.

"I don't think this is very funny," Steve says poking at a tarp with the oar.

Suddenly, the tarp flies from over the boat and Eddie jumps out, pinning Steve against the wall with a broken beer bottle gripped tightly in his hand.

"Eddie! It's me, it's Dustin. We're here to help!" Dustin yells.

(Y/N) feels like she can't move. Even though she knows Eddie had nothing to do with Chrissy's death, she doesn't know how to adjust to the situation.

The "fire" at Starcourt last year really took a toll on her mental state. Luckily, she had Eddie to help her through. Except he didn't actually know what took place that day. She lost her dad, someone she barely had time to get to know.

"Eddie, please," she finally speaks up. "We believe you. Whatever actually happened last night. It's okay... We're going to help you. Please, put down the bottle."

Eddie's gaze softens at the sound of his girlfriend's voice. His arm drops down to his side and Robin rushes over to Steve's aid.

(Y/N) throws her arms around Eddie's neck, and he holds onto her tightly.

"I was so scared."

"I know, Eds. We need you to tell us everything that happened."

Eddie sits down and takes a few breaths before explaining everything he experienced the night before.

In turn, Dustin explains the last few years in Hawkins and how everything has led up to this.

"So, you've all dealt with this stuff before?" Eddie asks.

The other five people in the room nod simultaneously.

"So the fire at the mall last year... that was?"

"Russians." Dustin replies.

Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

(Y/N) can't help but feel bad for him. It was a lot for the whole lot of them during the events, so she can only imagine how he might feel after having everything dropped on him at once.

"What do we do?" Eddie asks.

"We need to keep you safe, for one. My parents are out of town, so you could come stay at my place," (Y/N) offers. "At least until we can find a safe house. And we need to find Nancy."

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A couple of days have gone by when Jason Carver shows up at (Y/N)'s door.

"Hey, sweetheart," he grins as she opens the door carefully.

Her blood runs cold at the idea that he could find Eddie downstairs in the basement.

"What do you want, Carver?" she spits.

Jason puts his hands up in defense. "Just wanted to check up on you... Since, you know, your freak boyfriend killed my girl."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes. "You and I both know that he wouldn't do that. You'd have more motive to kill her before Eddie would."

She goes to shut the door before Jason stops the wood from completely shutting him out.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I took a look around, right? Want to make sure you don't have any murderers hiding in here."

"Get off my property before I call the cops, Jason."

(Y/N) slams the door shut and watches as Jason gets back into his Jeep and drives off. She then rushes down the stairs where Eddie, Dustin, Max, Nancy, Robin, and Steve sit.

"We need to get you to my dad's cabin," she says to Eddie. "Jason Carver just showed up, and I think he's going to tell the cops that I'm hiding you here."

The group quickly grabs all their belongings before they head out to the middle of the woods to hide Eddie in Hopper's old cabin.

Once there, Steve asks, "Wasn't this thing destroyed last year?"

"My stepdad and I repaired most of it... I was going to move in after I graduated, so it'll work for Eddie until we figure everything out." (Y/N) explains before adding, "It needs a good cleaning so that'll give you something to do while we work through this, Eds."

After a couple hours of cleaning, (Y/N) and Eddie crash on the couch in the living room.

Eddie is still shaken up after the past few days. Who can blame him? He's been through enough trauma in less than a week than some people experience in a lifetime.

"Thank you... for doing this," Eddie says, leaning back into the cushions.

"I love you, Eddie. And I'm going to do everything I can to keep you safe from all this."

Eddie chuckles, running his fingers through his curls. "I should be the one telling you that. God, I'm a coward."

(Y/N) reaches over and grabs his hands, lacing her fingers with his. "Listen to me, Eddie Munson. You are not a coward. You did the same thing any of us would do. This is scary, and we've gone through so much these past few years. You are brave for even still being here with us."

With that, the two of them sit for a while before they both drift off to sleep.

The next morning, they are awoken to the sound of a car pulling up outside.

(Y/N) glances out the window to see Steve, Dustin, and Robin get out of Steve's BMW. She opens the front door for them and they all make themselves as comfortable as they can in the tiny, wooden cabin.

"We have a plan," Dustin tells the couple. "When Vecna is attacking his victims, he goes into a sleep-like state in the Upside Down. If we can get through the rift in Eddie's house, we can get in and attack when Vecna leasts expects it."

Dustin then lays out what looks to be a series of maps. "This is Hawkins, which would also be how the Upside Down looks, just, you know, scarier. The Creel house is here-- he points to a red marked spot on the map-- and this is Eddie's house. We, me and the two of you, are going to distract the demobats while Robin, Steve, and Nancy get into the Creel house and attack Vecna's body. This is all in the Upside Down. In actual Hawkins, Lucas, Max, and Erica are going to be in the Creel house and Max is going to lure Vecna to her. Lucas will stand guard while she taunts him, and then Erica will signal for us to begin our plan."

"Are we sure this is going to work?" Eddie asks, fear seeping through his words.

"It's the best we've got..." Steve answers.

"Then let's do it."

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"I'm buying more time," Eddie says before cutting the sheets that connect the Upside Down to his home.

"Eddie, no!" (Y/N) screams.

Eddie runs off and Dustin grabs a chair to help give (Y/N) a boost to get back into the Upside Down.

"Please stay here, Dustin. I can't let anything happen to you, okay?"

Dustin throws his arms around her, giving her a tight hug before helping her go back through the rift.

(Y/N) runs through the Upside Down before finding Eddie standing up against hundreds of demobats. She watches in horror as some attack him.

She grips her weapon tighter before running and slicing through what she can.

And like a switch was flipped, the remaining demobats fall to the ground.

(Y/N) falls to her knees in front of Eddie. He takes a couple deep breaths as he lays on the cold ground.

"You better not die on me, Munson, or I'll kill you myself."

"I didn't run this time, princess."

"I know, Eddie. You're a hero," she cries. "Now let's go home."

She helps her boyfriend off the ground before they get back to the trailer.

"Holy shit, you're okay!" Dustin exclaims after the two get back to the real world.

He wraps his arms around the couple, clearly happy that they are alive.

The three of them head back to the rendezvous point, Hopper's cabin, and wait for the rest of the team to arrive.

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A couple days later, the group, minus Eddie, finds themselves at (Y/N)'s house.

"So, you're telling me that during our short vacation... Eddie was "framed" for murder, you defeated a creepy monster in the Upside Down, and met Victor Creel, the man who I had nightmares about for years?" (Y/N)'s mother asks.

(Y/N)'s mom and stepdad know all about the events that have taken place in Hawkins. (Y/N)'s mom was one of the key people that helped Joyce Byers prove that Will was still alive in another dimension.

"Uh, yeah, that's pretty much it," Dustin says.

"I want to go check on Eddie, so do you guys want to come with me?" (Y/N) asks.

The group follows her outside and into a couple different cars before heading out into the woods yet again.

When they get there, they see a van reading "Surfer Boy Pizza."

"It's a California car... Do you think it could be the Byers?" Steve asks.

They slowly make their way to the front door before Dustin does his special "secret" knock that he made Eddie learn so he would know that it was him.

The door creeps open, revealing Eddie and El.

"(Y/N)!" El exclaims, throwing her arms around her older sister.

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) asks.

El pulls her inside, then into her old bedroom, and explains everything that happened in California.

"I'm so glad you're okay," (Y/N) sighs out.

Outside the bedroom door comes a creak in the floorboard and the door swings open.

"Dad?"

The two girls rush over to the tall man in the doorway and he holds onto the two of them tightly.

"I never stopped believing," El says through tears.

"How are you here?" (Y/N) questions.

"It's a long story, but I'm here now, kid." Hopper says. "Now tell me why Munson is in my living room."

(Y/N) laughs. "About that..."

"You know I've busted him for drugs on multiple occasions, right?"

"Details, details..." (Y/N) says. "He's my boyfriend."

Hopper sighs, running a hand down his face. "Of course he is."

"He also saved my life..."

"I'll forgive him this time."

(Y/N) laughs again. "I'm glad you're home, dad."

"Me, too, kid."

#hopper's daughter #stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson #marvel-rhapsody #rylie writes

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PARTIES: @rhythmicmeow @closingwaters

TIMING: Current

SUMMARY: The mysterious caller finally shows his face while Leticia is helping Teagan patrol the lake.

WARNINGS: Mentions of Parental Death and Sibling Death

It had been days since the anonymous call came through onto Teagan’s cell, and she wasn’t any closer to discovering exactly who it was that found her number and decided to give her an ominous message. How was her number found anyway?

For all intents and purposes, everything she had purchased had been under someone else’s name. The very man Teagan had put into a bind. She wasn’t sure how documentation worked, but she supposed the so-called plan her phone was on could’ve given her away. The man—what was his name again? Didn’t matter. He said he needed a name to put onto the device and Teagan told him the bare minimum so he could get her ready to use her cell phone.

Fates, her head was pounding. And she hated to admit it, but she missed seeing Arden.

“Looks like another quiet evening.” Teagan sighed, glamour washing over her as she took a seat next to Leticia on the porch steps. “Maybe it’s safe enough for my friend to come back.” She rubbed her face, chest tightening with worry. “But I can’t risk it. Coc oen…!” Huffing harshly, Teagan slapped her face into her hands, grumbling incoherently to herself.

It had been a rotation of days where Leticia would stay downtown doing her usual business, and then other nights she’d be here, held up with Teagan making sure nothing happened. Sitting on the steps of her friend’s home, she touched the tips of her shoes together, gently bouncing them together to try and rid herself of some of the nervous energy that had been building up. Questions lingering in her mind about who it was that might be after Teagan, wondering if the hunter she had faced only a short while prior had figured out her name too.

But it didn’t really matter, did it? Whoever it was, Teagan was threatened. The who could remain a question right into their grave for all that Leticia cared. She had no intention of finding her friend wounded again. Never again, if she had any say in it.

“Seems like it,” Leticia murmured, lifting her gaze from her tapping shoes to her friend as Teagan sat down next to her. “When they called, was their number public or was it blocked? Maybe we can trace it back to the source.” Though taking the fight to them was likely a stupid idea, it felt better than sitting on her hands and waiting for them to act. Reaching over, she put a hand on Teagan’s back, wishing she had more answers to give her friend. Wishing she had some real comfort stored up to show, and not a lingering unease of the situation they found themselves in.

Teagan lifted her head from her hands, exhaustion weighing heavy on her eyes. What did the damn call mean? “The number was public apparently. My, um, friend showed me how to find my call history.” Pulling out her phone, Teagan handed it over to Leticia, already unlocked. “Don’t mind the, erm…other calls. It’s the one that isn’t saved.” The nix took a deep breath, sheepishly scooting away from any possible embarrassment that could be thrown at her. How anyone navigated the complexities of a supposedly established relationship, Teagan didn’t know.

“Appreciated, annwyl.” She leaned into Leticia’s touch, sighing deeply as she focused on the affection. As far as friends went, Leticia truly was one of the best. Teagan felt blessed and grateful that she didn’t push the woman away, as much as she wanted to in the heat of the moment. Learning to rely on others was hard, but it got easier as the days went by. As her heart felt encased by everyone’s different flavor of warmth. “Don’t know what tracing the call would do, honestly. Not like I can take a holiday from caring for the lake. She needs me and I need her.”

That was a good sign, Leticia thought. It either meant they didn’t understand how technology worked which would make them an easy target to find, or that they weren’t as threatening as they had believed. But she wasn’t quick to wipe away any of those thoughts, it could just be someone really stupid who had every intention of still causing harm. Looking at the call history, Leticia glanced at Teagan, a smirk on her face before she focused again. The reality was, they weren’t that serious. That expectation had been set at the start, and if Teagan was happy, who was Leticia to judge? “I could run it through a background checker, but that might take a while.” And it would cost some money, but she kept that detail to herself. “Have you tried calling them back?”

“Of course,” she whispered back, pulling Teagan in closer. Keeping her touch gentle. Things between them might not have landed the way that Leticia had initially wanted, but she was happy here. Happy to be useful. Happy to keep Teagan safe. “Yeah, that is a problem isn’t it.” Offering the phone back to her friend, a frown touched her features. She could go after whoever it was alone, but there was a lot of risk involved in that. They could move, the details could be wrong, and the worst case scenario, they would attack as soon as she stepped away from the cabin. “I’m sorry,” she said, defeated. Wanting a simple answer but knowing that simple just wasn’t possible here. “I wish I could do more.”

Though there was no verbal tease, there was a knowing flair in Leticia’s smirk. She used her own language, and it caused a blush to dust over Teagan’s cheeks. “Wipe that smirk away, annwyl!” There was no heat in her words, further proven by the playful chuckle that accompanied them soon after. “Arden—my friend—she’s already looking into it.” She breathed, scratching her jawline absentmindedly. “Haven’t thought about calling the number back though. Don’t know if that would do much good anyway. When I asked who it was, they muttered something and closed the chat. Not likely they’d answer if I called back.”

Shrugging, Teagan nuzzled closer, longing for the touch she had grown so used to. Maybe it was time to call the search quits. There had been no sign of prowlers, and Leticia didn’t deserve to be burdened with a nix’s responsibilities. She tried to reassure Teagan that wasn’t the case, but the guilt was still there. It weighed heavy on the fae, and she wanted nothing more than to release Leticia of that. “Why don’t we call it quits for the day?” Gently, Teagan kissed Leticia’s cheek, offering her a warm smile when she pulled away and sat straight.

At least the sunset was beautiful. The two could sit there a little longer, and then part ways until the moon gave chase to the sun and brought a new day. With this in mind, Teagan squeezed Leticia’s knee and looked toward the horizon. “Let’s not keep you here any longer. I’ve bothered you enough as—” A pained and surprised yell interrupted Teagan’s thought, and she quickly stood to scan the area, attempting to locate the source of the sound.

Could this be the anonymous caller? Focus!

“One of my traps—someone set it off.” Teagan’s glamour fell, and she began to march over, readying herself for a fight. Whatever light energy the area had was officially gone. “Stay here and keep yourself safe,” She commanded, voice devoid of personality, fully focused on the intruder. “I can handle this.”

Laughter erupted out of Leticia before she covered the expression on her face with the back of her hand, but the knowing look about Teagan’s newfound relationship still remained. Maybe it wasn’t as serious as Leticia was imagining, but Teagan was happy. And that was all that mattered to her. “I’m sorry - I’m trying.” The name was vaguely familiar to Leticia, but she tucked it away, saving it for a time when she could be nosy without distracting from the task at hand. “Well, I trust she has it handled then. I’ve got a PI friend, but I’m not sure…” He was a hunter, for one. But she had some doubts about how well they’d get along too.

Inhaling deeply, Leticia looked out to the horizon and nodded. “If you’re sure.” No one seemed to be coming, but there was still an air of unease. How long could they do this before both of them gave up and dropped their guard? What if this person was watching now? Waiting for Leticia to leave? She returned the smile, despite her own discomfort. It was hard, hovering on the line of respectful and protective. But at Teagan’s urging, Leticia was standing up when someone yelled.

Alert, Leticia took a step toward the noise, only stopping when Teagan went past and ordered her to stay put. “I’ll stay back, but I’m not letting you go alone.” In sight, at least, Leticia promised herself. She could give Teagan space, but letting her go out there alone? Her friend sounded different now, though. Like something had snapped into place that Leticia didn’t recognize.

But whatever worry she might have, Leticia had to bury it. Giving Teagan a wide berth, letting her take the lead, but not letting her be completely isolated in this confrontation.

A PI friend? That was a question for later, something the fae would take note of. There was danger close by and Teagan needed to act quickly. She nearly broke into a sprint, her friend’s voice stopping her in her tracks.

A branch snapped.

Teagan’s neck bristled, her breath hitching at Leticia’s resistance. Of course she would object, they were friends. Furthermore, the nix had requested her presence for a reason. So why would Teagan prevent Leticia from helping when she was there for that very reason? “Okay.” She sighed, “Okay. Stay close, but if it starts to look bad, run. Do you understand? I can’t fail you too.”

Without another word, she broke into a sprint, counting her paces and recalling what traps were where. The sound was only a few ticks away, meaning the man had to have either been startled by being tripped or he got a helping of rocks straight to his face. Regardless, he was walking again, which meant Teagan didn’t have long until—she yelped, adrenaline spiking when someone collided into her, skin feeling like it was buzzing.

That someone was a man. She wasted no time sinking her claws into him, blood painting her skin as the two rolled onto the ground in a flurry of limbs. “Who are you?!” Teagan yelled, though she hardly cared about the actual answer. The man was going to die regardless.

I can’t fail you too. Leticia wanted to reach out and remind Teagan that she was capable, that they were in this together and things would be fine. But could she look Teagan in the eyes and promise those things? Could she trick herself into believing them long enough for it to not feel like a lie? There was no telling what had run into the traps that had been set. “Run if there is any danger, I hear you,” she agreed, careful not to promise.

Teagan took off in a sprint and Leticia wasn’t far behind. Though the distance this time wasn’t intentional. Leticia was making careful steps, matching Teagan’s stride and pathway, unsure of where all the traps might be. Her dark eyes were on the ground a few feet in front of her when she heard the collision. And Teagan yelling. Adrenaline hit her like a wall, pushing her forward, her sloppy movements only getting worse as her mind slipped slightly, the balam awareness amplifying the world around her.

“Teagan,” she called out, not considering that whoever it was she was tangled up with might not know her name. But what was the likelihood it was a random human stumbling across her traps? “Wait, wait,” Leticia looked at the person on the ground, her brows furrowed. “He can’t answer if you kill him first.” She doubted that he’d give up anyone else that might have followed him out here to hunt Teagan, but with a name, at least Leticia could ask around to some of her friends and see if anyone recognized it.

“It doesn’t matter!” Death tolled from Teagan’s fists, the man ringing with every impact. All reason flew like a bird, running straight into a wall and crashing into the ground with no return. It didn’t matter if Teagan was wrong, if the man was no hunter and just a wandering human. She continued to claw at the man, landing punch after punch until her knuckles felt like they were going to burst. The brutality wasn’t lost on Teagan, but she had to focus on taking the stranger down. She felt like she was winning, and by the looks of it, the lake’s inhabitants were going to eat well too.

“You shouldn’t have—” A startled gasp escaped from the nix’s lungs, a strike landing on her shoulder in the midst of the scuffle. Teagan stopped her assault, looking down to see a knife plunged into her body. Time seemed to slow down then, her mind and body disconnected as the man tugged the knife away and quickly rammed it back where it came from. “You—” Interrupted again, Teagan was kicked away, allowing the intruder to find himself above her.

“After all these years, you haven’t changed, have you?!” The stranger scoffed, holding Teagan down by her throat. His heart ached as he watched her thrash to free herself, as she abandoned everything she was taught. It was the same as before. She always did get lost in her anger, foresight shortened by the darkness that followed her. He would’ve cried then, seeing that Teagan still hadn’t let go of her pain, but there was no time. She reached out and pulled something to the left of her, sending a battering ram riddled with spikes straight into his back.

Teagan crawled backwards, standing up slowly as she kept an eye on the man who exclaimed at her as if they had known each other in another life. She panted, stimming her wound as best she could. “What are you talking…about…?” Teagan’s voice trailed away, a tinge of realization tethering itself to it when the moonlight shone on the man’s face. She knew exactly who he was despite features having changed. He was older, yes, but there was no mistaking it.

“Aeron?”

Every swing caused Leticia to flinch. The idea of letting this man die at her hand had been a simple thought only moments before, but seeing it happen in front of her caused her to pause. Was this what she wanted? Was this what Teagan needed? It didn’t matter, according to Teagan. Diverting her gaze, she put a hand on the top of her head and tried to breathe, every part of her was demanding that she step in and stop her friend from bludgeoning this man to death before giving him a chance to speak.

The two of them were fighting fast and dirty. The instructions had been to run the second things got bad, and when the knife came out, that would have been the time. In the moment, she felt like a thousand miles away. Not on stage in New York where she had been stunned on stage and ended up fleeing her past life, but where her father was when he died. Wondering if this was how the fight had started, if her parents had any warning before the hunter showed up and killed him? Leticia felt as useless here as she did then.

The battering ram slamming into the man’s back was what brought her out of her daze. She dropped to the ground next to Teagan, quickly tearing a piece of her clothing to stop the bleeding before it got worse. Her hands visibly shaking as she moved. “I’m sorry,” Leticia breathed. Looking at the man who she now knew as Aeron. There was familiarity in the tone they took with each other. In the darkness of the night, the balam still had an undistorted view of the man in his entirety. His facial features—if she had been paying attention earlier instead of freaking out, she might have seen it sooner.

“So, two fae to patch up instead of one?” But she made no move to leave Teagan’s side, waiting for more context before she put herself in a position to get stabbed herself.

Everything felt so numb and far away, as if Teagan’s body was no longer her own. At the same time though, needles striked every nerve and sent her gasping greedily for air. Like perhaps, just maybe, it would relieve her of whatever tidal wave of pain was incoming. It didn’t. “Leti, I—” Teagan’s breath lodged in her throat, her hands raising to her line of sight. They were bloody and trembling, a mixture of both her blood and Aeron’s. “I didn’t know it would be him. I-I didn’t. I haven’t seen him in fifteen years!” The last two words had an obvious ire to them, teeth sinking into the space between Teagan and her brother.

“Like I said, honey-gup, you haven’t changed.” Aeron hissed back, struggling to his feet as he yanked away the spiked board still attached to his back. He was far more worse for wear than he anticipated, which really, he hadn’t anticipated anything in the first place. Aeron had to give it to his sister though, if her water was nearby—and it probably was—she had a good setup for intruders. “So, what, you thought I was a hunter, and you set on killing me without even acknowledging how you can sense me?”

Teagan yelled, “No! You’ve got it wrong, Aeron!” She panicked further, begging her mind to not see what he said as true. She wasn’t the same. She was getting better. “You’re the one who put me on edge. Who calls someone, asks for them, and then hangs up?! Who wouldn’t be paranoid?!” Her mismatched hues pierced through Aeron, guilt filling them as her brother reprimanded her just as he did all those years ago. What spilled out though, was only anger. “Why are you here anyway, huh?” Teagan reached out for Leticia, trembling hand finding its match with her friend’s. Her family couldn’t possibly want her. Not anymore.

“Well…?” Everything grew quiet, Aeron not answering. Teagan wanted to leave, let go of her guilt, or at least hide it somehow. “Fuck this, Aeron.” She spoke in her native tongue, leaning into Leticia dizzily to whisper in her ear. “I want to go. Please.”

They could sense each other? It was a strange little thing about Teagan that Leticia had never known, and now she felt guilty for knowing it too. Like a secret that she wasn’t supposed to know—one that made Teagan look foolish for reacting the way she did, even if Leticia still supported her. It was hard to know who was friendly and who wasn’t most days, could Teagan separate the pull of her family from another fae? There were too many questions that popped in her mind that she refused to voice, allowing the context to slip away. Letting this be filed into a simple mistake.

The two siblings kept arguing and Leticia stood next to Teagan, trying to pretend like she wasn’t hearing all of this—a private conversation that was likely not meant for an audience. But even as she tried to look at the shape of the leaves and memorize the pattern, the heat of the argument picked up and Leticia’s focus was back on them. She took Teagan’s hand and watched Aeron closely, still unsure if this was supposed to be a threat or if her brother just massively sucked at saying hello.

“Yeah, of course, let’s—” Leticia had only barely started speaking when Aeron took another step, or rather a stumble, toward them. He started falling forward and Leticia instinctively closed the space between them, barely catching him before he fell completely to the ground. He was limp, with blood trickling from the wounds he had sustained, “Shit.” She strained herself, trying to keep from dropping him entirely to the ground. Carefully, she rotated him so that he was face up, allowing her to hold him upright more easily.

“Teagan, I—I don’t pretend to know what happened between the two of you. But whatever happened? We can’t leave him here.” Leticia hoped that Aeron wasn’t the source of some of Teagan’s nightmares, but leaving him in this state in the brush felt wrong. A hunter could get him, or a wild animal, or anything.

It didn’t matter why Aeron was there. How his presence stung and made color flush away from his sister’s face. It didn’t even matter that he was the one who gave Teagan the ultimatum to continue her pursuit of vengeance or leave. He was hurt, and it was her fault. “Aeron…!” She surged forward with Leticia, slowly taking him into her arms and wrapping him up protectively. “No, we’re not. I would never.” And it was true. Teagan’s stomach didn’t flip, or twist, or cause any discomfort. Aeron was family, her big brother. It was as Emilio said about his own sibling. They could do anything, and there was no breaking the bond.

“Hey…hey, you’re okay.” Teagan cooed, watching as his true form began to wash over him. She brush his hair from his face and she finally saw the damage she caused. Fates. Maybe she was a monster. What had she become? “Come on, you old tadpole. Open your eyes. Please.” The welsh trembled from Teagan’s mouth, and she rocked back and forth as she pressed Aeron’s head to her chest. His human form was coming back, much to her relief.

“Would take a lot more to kill me. You still hit like a girl.” Aeron chuckled weakly, eyes heavy and tired. They slowly fell closed again, and he took on his frog form, the telltale sign of going unconscious. He was still breathing, and that’s all that mattered.

“Let’s get him to the lake. I can carry him.” Carefully, Teagan maneuvered Aeron’s body so that she could drape him over her good shoulder. She slightly winced, the other growing tense from the movement. “Once we’re settled, I’ll explain everything, if that’s what you want. Or you can go if it’s too much. I know it’s too much, but I appreciate everything so far. You don’t have to do more.” With a deep breath, Teagan wobbled to her feet, groaning with the effort. It took a few breaths, but she managed to get Aeron balanced comfortably on her shoulder. Well, as comfortable as she could get him.

Leticia looked away from Aeron when his glamour stated to fade. It felt… wrong to look at him when she hardly knew him. He was still closed but what he truly looked wasn’t something he had offered willingly. It was damage and blood loss that had pulled it from him. The smell of the blood finally reached her when Teagan pulled her brother into her arms. The blood on her hands made her stomach roll, but she bit down on the nausea. Grounding herself, Leticia stood as Aeron’s glamour reformed over his body. A temporary loss of control, it seemed.

Breathing easier, Leticia nodded as Teagan took her brother into her arms and lifted him. She took a step toward them, a hand extended to brace Teagan if she slipped, but she quickly dropped her arms, giving them space. This felt like a private moment that she had stepped into unexpectedly. The two siblings needed time to discuss things amongst themselves. Reconnect. If they could.

“You don’t have to do that for my sake,” Leticia interjected. “Explain, I mean. You…” She looked at Aeron and then back to Teagan, a faint smile on her lips. She was curious, of course, how they had gotten so estranged, about why she didn’t recognize her own brother’s voice, or even just a translation of the language they shared—but was that truly her place? This was not her family, Teagan was not her partner. “You already said it’s too much for you,” she added softly. “You don’t need to force yourself to explain to me.” Leticia looked at her hands, the blood was still there. The shake, too. Shoving her hands in her pockets, she trailed behind Teagan, watching each step, ready to provide help if Teagan needed it as they neared the lake. “I’ll head back once he’s situated.” The lake would take care of him, she assumed. And Teagan was also safe. Leticia, on the other hand. Needed a drink. Maybe three.

Teagan could feel the tension building, could feel the way Leticia’s anxiety began to reach the brim of her capacity. It spilled over, palpable to anyone who was lucky enough to grow close to the Balam. Taking a few steps toward Leticia, Teagan managed to hold Aeron in place with one arm, giving her the opportunity to pull her friend close.

Their foreheads connected momentarily, an affectionate gesture Teagan used with the people she cared about. It was quick, but it had happened so easily with Leticia. She cared about her, and had she been fae, Teagan would have considered her to be in her Aos Sí. For now, though? Being a friend was just as good. “It’s not forcing if I want to explain, annwyl. Okay?” A kiss to Leticia’s forehead, “Head to the cabin when you’re ready and help yourself to the shower. Borrow any clothes you’d like and take anything in the pantry or fridge. Think I got some drinks in there too.”

With a final kiss to Leticia’s cheek, Teagan departed for the lake, listening closely to Aeron’s breathing. It was raspy and tired, all thanks to her. There was much to talk about, much to apologize for. None of which would be happening until Aeron was okay. She hoped he would be. As selfish as it was, she needed him to be. Teagan didn’t want to think about what it would feel like to know she hurt her brother past the point of no return, making her just like the very thing she hates.

#wickedswriting #writings #waving words #c: leticia #teagan and leticia #bittersweet reunion #parental death tw #sibling death tw #c: aeron

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darkness-compelled · 11 months

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I met my sleep paralysis for the first time when I was twelve. Knowing my family’s religious nature, I decided to keep it to myself. Or at least until I knew what was going on. Unfortunately for me I was born in the age of the internet, luckily there was some information out there that gave me ease of mind. After that, I forgot about Damien forever.

Or at least that’s what I thought.

My relationship with sleep has always been a cycle, periods of little to no sleep, then nothing but sleep. I attribute it to the bipolar that runs in my family, among other things. As I’ve done research and tried out different support groups and therapy, I’ve figured out how to work with the messed up mind I’ve got.

However, none of the stuff I happened upon online, prepared me for waking up with my eyes already open. The first few times it happened, I didn’t really register the experience.

It started with a clock. I was out thrifting with my cousin who lives downtown and knows the best shops. Normally I pick things I can paint or break, but this clock spoke to me. I’ve learned to listen to my gut and plopped the chunky digital clock radio into the basket. Whim gave me a small look of judgment but said nothing.

I felt like I was connecting to this unknown past as I made a spot on my nightstand and plugged it in. Worked like a dream, not that I ever really planned to use the alarm or the radio, given today’s technology. The numbers were a deep red color, like mysterious rubies.

For the first couple months nothing changed, everything was feeling more and more stressful, as life tends to when you age. Then I entered another period of struggling to fall asleep and stay asleep. I’d look at the clock over and over and over and over and over. It felt like ten thousand times a night.

Falling asleep requires the perfect mix of distraction and soothing. I have an entire second bed prepared on the floor for when I get kicky. Restless mind, restless legs. At times I’ll play my favorite show and shove my phone under my pillow at low volume, just to hear voices. It reminds me of being a kid and listening to my parents talking in the other room. Sometimes I’ll prop my phone up and watch it until my eyes finally shut.

The first time I remember really thinking about it, I thought it was my phone playing a strange show where everyone was red. I woke up with my eyes open, studying the clock, trying to read the columns of color. I laughed to myself about it later, thinking what a fluke. Then it happened again, and again. I wake up propped up on my arm, eyes wide, turned toward the clock. Those red thrumming numbers, I can hear them sometimes, until I wake up.

I figured, what harm could it be? So I ignored it, and mostly forgot about it happening as I slowly slipped back into a cycle of sleep once more. Months passed, and things would continue to slowly remind me again and again, of the big red numbers. The hum of the fluorescent lights in the cafeteria, a car’s brake light after dark, a cherry 7up.

The more I tried to move away from these thoughts the more they call me back. Until I start to dream in all red.

#story #glow #dream #sleep paralysis

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harrison-abbott · 6 months

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All Looking Rosy

I thought I’d get in touch with them to see if they wanted to go to the big soccer game. I bought the tickets. Which were rather pricey, and was sure they’d be interested. Jep said he already had plans with his girlfriend that night. And Louie said she was feeling a bit under the weather, but thanks anyway. [I asked a few of my buddies if they wanted to use the tickets instead. But none of them were United fans, or they didn’t appreciate football much, or they had a date booked with the wife, yaddy yadda. So I sold the other tickets on eBay, and went on my own. It was a pretty good game and I managed to get through it with a lot of beer.]

I called Jep on his birthday. He picked up. Sounded like he was out in the street. There were girls giggling in the background and boys shouting. Asked him what he was up to. The connection was a bit awry and I couldn’t hear much of his words. “Are you all right, Jep?” I queried. There were pops and bangs and somebody was laughing. Jep eventually responded, “I can’t hear you, Dad; this line is a bit dodgy: I’ll call you tomorrow, okay.” And he hung up. And didn’t call tomorrow.

For Louie’s graduation I drove up to the ceremony. She was with her friends, dressed in her gown and hat and so on, and she blushed when she saw me. Her friends were skinny and dolled up and they went silent as I was there and looked up at me with snatched glances, and I fathomed that I was making Louie uncomfortable so I said to her “I’ll catch you after the event, doll,” and I kissed her cheek, and left. And sat through forty minutes of kids appearing on the stage to get their certificate. Louie got on the stage and I couldn’t tell whether she was enjoying herself and it only lasted twenty seconds. She graduated with a C grade. The gown/hat/cloak etc had cost £83 to hire for the day. She went out drinking with her friends following the event and I wasn’t invited. Not that I wanted to go, with them, because I fell out of love with pubs when I was around her age.

Jep called me up after seventeen months of not speaking to me whatsoever, about anything, not even replying on the various things I sent him on WhatsApp – asking for money, because he’d moved flats and needed a bit of a cash injection for his deposit. When I picked up the phone he spoke to me for a solid five minutes and seemed intrigued with what I was saying and I was surprised and thought he genuinely wanted to speak to me, until he got down to the purpose of the interaction.

Louie got engaged to this man whom she met when she was studying her second degree (which, by the way, she’d asked me to pay for, and I won’t tell you the amount). He was from Italy. Apparently. I only learned through social media that she’d invited the entire other-familial clan over to meet him and his parents, a meet the family do, downtown, in a plush restaurant; saw the photos, with my ex wife, and Jep was there, too, all looking rosy, merry.

I was diagnosed with prostate cancer last week. And I’m still waiting on further tests and scans to find out how serious it is and whether or not it may even be terminal. My own fault, in a way, for not going to the GP for checkups so regularly. This news was pretty stunning. But, what I did? Who I spoke to? I spoke to my old mate Henry about it. And he got emotional when I told him and said if there was anything he could do to help, just ask. Henry is my oldest friend and he’d just been there, for four decades. He’s an intelligent guy that has opinions and a lofty accent and voice that’s enjoyable to listen to. I didn’t want to talk to my ex wife, or Jep, or Louie, about having cancer. I doubt their words would be as wise as Henry’s. They wouldn’t be, I know. Fuck ‘em. Sometimes you have a license to be angry with people; you have a right to get furious with folks who don’t appreciate you.

#writeblr #creative writing #prose #stories #writers on tumblr #short fiction #fiction #short story #tumblr writers #flash fiction

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destinycrystal · 1 year

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Chapter 2 : Here's where it goes downhill.

CWs : Murder, Mentions of body functions, Stabbing, Blood. Time loops once more.

Jane was left absolutely awestruck. Simply standing there as Gina ran off... Jane wasn't exactly sure why she had said yes. But now plans had been made. At 4:30 about 2 hours after school ends she will be meeting up with Gina once again. She couldn't get the scene out of her mind of the last time she ever spoke to Gina. The impact... God it almost made her want to throw up. It nearly did in fact. She shook her head and continued forward towards the school building. She had a long day ahead of her.

The day passed slowly. Jane counting down the seconds of the day as she practically ignored her teachers... She had been so pushed at home about her studies that it isn't like she didn't know all this stuff already. Plus she had relived this school year at least once already. She just wished for something new... Although she was once again mesmerized once she got to Math Class. Her eyes laser focused on the one person she longed for. Kaiser... She just couldn't keep her eyes off him... He didn't even know either. Too focused on class to simply look backwards at his creepy staring classmate. She really wondered if one of these days she should ask him... Ask him on a date. Maybe he would keep her safe and away from danger long enough to break the loop?

Though soon her concentration was broken and the loud bell rung. Signaling the end of the school day. She got up and gathered her things stepping away. She moved towards the door to begin going back home. It was all the usual. That person went that way at this timing, that person went this way. But what she wasn't expecting is that when she went to cross the road a truck came barreling at her.

Everything seemed to be a haze after that. The bright light fading from her eyes as she got pulled out of the way. Her fate saved by a mysterious person.

"Are you okay?"

She turned around to face the man of her dreams. Kaiser had saved her! She couldn't believe it. She was at a loss of words. This was the first time something like this has ever happened. Why did she feel caught... Unable to mutter a word just letting out a- "U- E- Ai-" sound every now and then. Kaiser let go of her pretty quick and moved away. It seemed she was just going through shock. It's common. Soon turning to go away.

Jane simply watched standing there as Kaiser soon disappeared inside his home. She shook her head and squealed a bit beginning to slip home. She had to get ready after all. Reaching her empty house. She entered her room beginning to collect all the things she would need for a small hangout. General items really that you would bring in public. After that she decided to jump in the shower. Get whatever she could off. Before getting back into a similar outfit. Rocking a Skillet T-Shirt. It was one of her favorite bands. Along with a nice pair of ripped jeans. Finally topping it off with her white sweater. She was ready.

Soon departing from her home to travel downtown. She would rather be out of the house when her parents get home. They aren't generally the nicest to her after all. It hadn't taken long for her to reach the small homeowned Cafe that her red haired friend stayed. Sighing she walked in and was immediately greeted by none other than...

"Hiya Jane! You are here early! Come in come in I wanna talk to you up in my room~!"

Jane was greeted by the instant voice of her friend. Gina seemed more chipper today? Which was weird... Was something going on that Jane hadn't learned about. She shifted past tables and moved into the basement going to Gina's room.

It was lined with posters and papers. Most of the papers had too much chicken scratch to actually understand but some of them could be read fairly clear. Most of them said something like : "Likes" or some other thing weird thing. What was strange is that she could see a couple of her own interests on some of them. As she stepped in further to inspect one of the more readable papers the door shut behind her.

"So Jane... There was a couple things I wanted to talk to you about~ Just a few things I wanted to... You know~ Get off my chest."

All Jane could think of right now is how almost any of the things she did here could make this very awkward looking at Gina it was strange. She was all dressed up. In makeup, good clothes, it was almost like she was getting ready for a date? No no no that couldn't be right they were just going to hangout rig-

But she couldn't finish that thought as Gina's voice rang out again a light sheen noise being heard from something nearby Gina.

"I love you Jane... I have loved you since the moment I've met you! I knew that moment when I met you that you were the one for me!"

Gina spilt it all at once. Confessing her love for Jane in the darkness. Jane couldn't talk. She was mainly confused... Was this why Gina had been so... So weird the last few days? What was she supposed to say. She stood up from Gina's bed and moved towards Gina.

"I... Gina... I'm not sure what to tell you... But... I want you to know we can totally still be friends. I just... I don't think I can... I don't think I like you in that way Gina..."

Jane stood there in front of Gina and soon her frame shifted down... Leaning in a way that looked like her spirit had been destroyed. Like everything she cared for had just been crushed in her hand. But that didn't seem to go well for Jane as something snapped inside of Gina. She stepped out of the darkness and Jane felt something poke into her midsection.

It hurt... it hurt, it hurt, IT HURT!? What did Gina do?! Jane stared at Gina's hand and fell back onto the ground her back hitting against the side of Gina's bed. She could see it now... Gina had driven a knife through her chest area. Jane moved her hands up and began trembling feeling it soon slide out just for it to plunge back into her now in her stomach.

"HAHAHA I-IF I... IF I CANT HAVE YOU! THEN NO ONE CAN! DONT THINK I DONT SEE YOU STARING AT THAT KAISER GUY! ONCE I HAVE YOU WELL HIDDEN THEN HE'S NEXT!"

Jane felt blood rushing through her body... She felt a lot of different feelings that she shouldn't be feeling... Every small movement in her body. Her heart beating. Her blood flowing. She could feel everything. Then she was plunged out of it as the knife slid out of her stomach and into her chest. Then again. Then again. Gina kept it going. In and out. In and out. The warm liquid flooding from the holes drenching Gina's new dress and the ground of her bedroom in the dark red liquid. Jane could feel the life leaving her body with each stab. Each thrust into her body slowly getting rid of her energy. Her vision began to fade. Watching her red haired friend constantly pulling back and pushing forward more and more. Soon she felt nothing as she was shot back into that bright white void all feeling being lost.

(Holy fuck the motivation has returned. Now I just need funny and interesting ways to kill Jane. Your first taste.

#wow I have so much inspiration right now.#original character #writing stories #haha funny murder cat #holy fuck i love you so much i will kill you #please tell me how to kill Jane more.

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epacer · 2 years

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Classmates

Doug Robinson, Class of 1973

Here's My Story

I was raised on Art Street--there's a good start in life.

My folks were loving and unusual people. My older brother Andy was a neighborhood rockstar and my hero. There was always music in our house because Dad owned a couple of bars in downtown San Diego and he was always testing out new 45s to see which ones would end up in his jukeboxes. So Andy I and got our fill of Marty Robbins, Ray Stevens, Ray Charles and then later The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Kinks, Herman's Hermits and everything else that was happening at the time.

I started piano lessons at nine years old; Andy was already drumming in a rock band and I was learning drums from him as well. As it turned out, I developed a knack for picking up a new instrument and sounding better than horrible pretty quickly, eventually learning guitar, bass, vibes and of course piano and drums. My teacher, the lovably ancient Mrs. Foote (who would sit in my lessons with her Pekingese tucked under her arm while she wept loudly at how "beee-uuutifuly" I was playing) was less encouraging about my original compositions which began to emerge. (To all the parents out there--if your kid starts composing at nine, give her some room to develop those skills. She can always go back to practicing the Bach and Beethoven later.)

Frustrated, I quit taking piano lessons and started to practice on my own for hours every day. My first band experiences, though, were as a drummer. There were lots of rehearsals with groups like Bass Four, The Shylords, Kong and other '60s garage bands. I was a rocker for certain, although I did listen to Ahmad Jamal's beautiful version of "Poinsettia" over and over to try to figure out what was going on.

One day when I was probably 12, a young kid came up to me and asked if I wanted to sub for his jazz band's drummer. He twisted my arm by promising a payday of $5 or $10 for the gig, and the next thing I knew I was sitting in a rehearsal with four supremely talented young players: Nathan East on acoustic bass, Carl Evans Jr on piano, Hollis Gentry lll on sax and Casper Glenn on sax. It was the first time in my life that I'd even been the only white guy in the room, but I remember choosing not to feel intimidated. In fact, the vibe was so friendly and the laughter came so easily during setup that I had completely forgotten to panic about the fact that i knew NOTHING about jazz until Hollis--a handsome kid of about 14 with the poise and voice of an adult--called out the first tune (The Creator, by Pharoah Sanders). When I asked what I should play, Hollis grinned and said cooly "This is jazz, man--just play what you feel."

He didn't know it, but that comment probably jumpstarted my puberty and changed my musical life forever. We became a unit that served as the core group of the award-winning Crawford High School Stage Band, the Crawford Pep band and off-campus music groups like The Chapparells and Solid State. Jazz became the music of my heart, even though I never abandoned any of the other styles. They just slid over to the side and waited for their chance.

After focusing on the drums for most of my early teens, I was eager to explore my piano-based compositions which were heavily influenced by Randy Newman and Rupert Holmes as well as the progressive rock of ELP, Frank Zappa and then Mahavishnu Orchestra and early Weather Report. Luckily for me, I wandered into the Crawford Choir room at lunch time (where I would normally compose instead of hanging out in the quad) and I heard someone playing piano in more or less my own jazz-rock style. To my shock, it was Keith Milne, a senior and athletic star on campus. I'd always figured him as a total square, but within minutes we were sitting side by side and composing the first of several wonderful melodies which were later brought to life by our excellent band The Twinkies, which also featured Cory Homnick and Paul Sundfor on sax, clarinet and flute; John Marotti on trumpet and flute; Mike Rios on bass; John Frawley on guitar and Gary Irvine on drums. Keith and I alternated on Hammond B3 and piano, and we built a nice reputation for ourselves in the San Diego area, appearing several times at SDSU's The Back Door, a folk club.

All along, I'd been volunteering my time at the San Diego branch of Synanon, an innovative drug rehab program that was blossoming into an intentional community where ex-addicts lived side by side with 'squares' like myself. I learned how to communicate effectively and to be empathetic with people from radically different walks of life. it was brilliant, eye-opening stuff and I used those skills with all of my relationships...and still do today, when I'm on my best behavior. In Synanon, I met lots of incredible musicians but none so important to me as Frank Rehak (frankrehak.com), a trombone legend who had played with Miles Davis, Dizzy Gillespie and others, even though his terrible heroin addiction kept him from achieving fame outside of the music world. He took an interest in me and my music, and when I decided to move into Synanon full-time with the plan to teach music in their kibbutz-style school, he laid out a 40 hour weekly music program for my own education, along with pianist and wicked Zen master Al Bauman.

I could not have had a more exciting or fulfilling couple of decades. Frank and I became great friends, and through him I met David Scott, Bruce Gilbert, Doug Hurt, Ken Elias, Wendell Stamps, and other amazing musicians who held down a chair from time to time in the 'house' band known as The Sounds of Synanon. We played jazz festivals and college concerts as well as doing recruiting tours in prisons and juvenile camps where the audience was exposed to the success stories of the guys in the band, mostly ex-addicts themselves. I learned to be a radio personality from the one and only Dan Sorkin; I learned sales and creative marketing through our in-house business that came to be known as AdGap (Advertising Gifts and Premiums). I also fell in love a few times, with my longest relationship being the special union between Glenda Alice Garrett and myself.

We survived the eventual death of the community, plugging onward with other ex-residents who were part of AdGap which became a standalone integrated marketing company. For over a decade, Glenda and I traveled to work with clients around the country but most often with our friends at Abbott Laboratories who time after time risked ridicule and embarrassment by choosing our promotional campaigns over those of competitors who were far more qualified on paper. But as it turned out, our common sense and irreverent brand of marketing did the job for them and we succeeded beyond our wildest dreams--thanks in part to our talented colleagues, our wonderful assistants Sande Millstein and Judy Malcolm, and our fearless leadership team of Brooks Carder and Macyl Burke.

We were fortunate beyond belief, retiring in 2001. Returning to San Diego to spend time with my mom after my dad had died, we set up life in the hills of Escondido and it was good...but something was missing. I had a marvelous trio--JAZZOOO, with Duncan Moore and Ken Dow--but those moments onstage and in the studio weren't really enough to keep a couple of ex-revolutionaries like Glenda and me excited.

We found what we were looking for when we went to central Mexico to visit an old friend from our community, Mayer Shacter. We discovered San Miguel de Allende, an arts-oriented colonial town in the middle of the country. Amazing musicians, artists, writers and other creative types had all made the decision to live 8 hours from the beach, 90 minutes from an airport, and light years away from the kind of convenience we had taken for granted our entire lives as residents of the US. We built our new lives in Mexico, producing fundraising events, concerts, parties, contributing to college funds for under-priviledged kids, teaching, building a dream house and studio. And we also battled breast cancer, which brought us back to the US for a full nine months of treatment. Thanks to the tender loving care of our Synanon friends, along with the loving and professional wisdom of our dear friend Jaime Aguet--we conquered that challenge. But a couple of years later, our marriage ended. We both found true love again, but sadly Glenda's cancer returned with a vengeance and she passed away in January of 2015.

Life goes on, if we're lucky. Today I am back in San Miguel de Allende and facing each day as the first day of the rest of my life. Up till lockdown, I produced concerts, played gigs, taught a little and composed and recorded new music at a pretty healthy clip. My 2019 release is called HYMN FOR HER and it's dedicated to all of the amazing women who have shaped and guided me with their feminine energy and love throughout my life. My 2020 release is START WITH WATER.

Things are starting back up now as of September 2022--new shows, new music, new life! *Reposted bio from Doug Robinson in his own words posted on dougrobinson.com website.

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•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

"Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

"No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

But then he called.

"I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

"You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

"Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

"It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

"Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

"I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

"I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

"You're worth it."

After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

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Cat Café

Summary: Every year, your parents would set you on a date with any eligible guy that is of a wealthy family background so that your parents could expand their wealth and business. You were never looking forward to any of the dates until one fateful day, where the café worker attracted your attention.

Theme: cat café au, wealthy family au, strangers to lovers

Genre: fluffy

Warnings: none

WC: 4.4k

Pairing: Café Worker!San x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hello again! Decided to write a cute kitty fic for San since he loves Byeol 💜 I hope he's resting well :'(

Being the daughter of someone who seems to be well-known as a millionaire in your country, there are pros and cons to it. The pros are that people would do anything and everything for your family, you lived in a mansion, you have a personal chauffeur but would prefer driving on your own, you can literally snap your fingers and anything can come to you except, you don’t like that.

The cons are that some people tend to envy your family, some even throw threats at you with ransom. And then there’s a handful of people who tries to befriend you just for your wealth but you’re not dumb. You’re smarter than people think.

However, one thing you never liked about this whole being born rich and having a family business fiasco, is that one of your parents would tend to be money minded and would do anything to gain power over their company. Which is exactly what was happening to you for the past few years ever since you turned 18.

Your father had been sending you on blind dates with a bunch of different guys who were sons of rich family business owners.

However, thankfully, your father wasn’t the kind to force you into marriage if you didn’t want to. But with that being said, every guy you rejected, results in a new guy for you and you hate this.

This year, your dad found you a guy who was around your age.

His parents owned a well-known wine company in the country. He was the youngest in his family. His name was Park Seonghwa and no doubt he was good looking and rather charming in personality, you just don’t feel the spark with him either.

And yet, here you are on your third date with him. You could tell that this person was a very kind-hearted man and that he was nothing but genuine with you.

But everything just feels out of place.

For this third date with him, he told you to choose where to go so you decided to bring him to a cat café that you knew of downtown. You walked with him side by side down the pavement after having dropped off by his chauffeur.

It was quite a chilly day, light snow cascading down on you as you walked.

Seonghwa was just listening to you talk about your school when he saw the way you were hugging yourself to shield your body from the cold breeze despite the three layers you had on.

He chuckled softly to no one as he soon wrapped an arm around your shoulder to pull you against his side, causing you to softly gasp.

Your words got stuck in your throat as you looked up at him with a bashful smile.

“Sorry, I guess you knew I was cold…” You apologized, earning a soft nod from him followed by a cute little giggle. You continued walking with him against your side, glancing up at him every now and then only to find him staring down at you with such warm eyes.

Both of you finally arrived at the cat café you wanted to bring him to, only to find it quite empty save for the two couples already in the booths with the kitties.

You entered the cosy premise of the café, immediately greeted by one of the staff there behind the counter.

“Hi! Welcome to Cuddles ‘N’ Coffee! Table for 2?” She asked with a cheery smile on her face.

“Yes please.” Seonghwa responded as she nodded before walking out the back and towards the glass door that shields the cats from leaving the front entrance.

“You can have that table booth right at the back. Just press the button on the wall and we’ll come over to take your orders.” She smiled as you thanked her for her great customer service before she returned your gesture with a sweet smile that turned her eyes into slits.

You and Seonghwa walked over to the table, careful not to step on any cats laying on the ground.

Some were already trailing behind you and the minute you placed your purse down and sat on the cushioned bench, a chunky brown cat leaped onto your lap and purred.

A soft giggle left your lips as you turned to Seonghwa who was also in the same situation as you but with a slimmer white cat in his lap.

“You make me want to adopt them really badly.” Seonghwa said under his breath, making you laugh.

After a few minutes of just bonding with the cats, you finally made your orders. The same girl came back about 5 minutes later with your orders, telling you to enjoy your drinks. You were just listening to Seonghwa talking about his boring lecturer when your eyes naturally glided over towards the front counter.

That’s where you saw a guy who looks to work there too considering the same polo tee and apron that Yeji, the girl who served you and Seonghwa earlier was wearing.

His smile was captivating as he joked around with Yeji, throwing balls of tissue at each other.

You watched as he seemed to have said something to her, causing her to slap his arm a little too harshly. That’s when he curled his body while holding onto the spot she hit.

But his frown was quickly replaced by a smile, watching her leave the counter with a middle finger in the air, directing it to him. Right when you were about to look away, his eyes happened to catch sight of yours. You’re supposed to be focusing on Seonghwa!

What are you doing? Look away!

Everything around you was a blur until you felt a warm touch to your knee, making you flinch and was soon turned back to Seonghwa who had a frown on his face.

“Hey? You okay? What’s wrong?” He asked out of pure concern.

“N-Nothing. Sorry, my mind went elsewhere for a moment. I’m so sorry, Seonghwa.” You apologized, already feeling bad for ignoring him like that whilst on a date. But all he did was chuckle and tell you it was fine.

After a few more minutes, you finally called it a night. You both reused your coats and checked to make sure you didn’t leave any belongings behind before making your way to the door to make your payment.

“Hello! I hope you enjoyed your time with the cats!” Yeji smiled to you two as she keyed in your orders.

“Yes we did. Thank you for having the cute fur balls.” You giggled, earning a laugh from her as well. Just when Seonghwa was handing his card to Yeji, you happened to turn right when her co-worker left the back room.

It was him.

He made eye contact with you briefly before turning away to enter the cat room. But you could’ve sworn you saw the small pout on his face. Unless your eyes were playing tricks on you.

Seonghwa’s car was now parked right outside your estate, with him insisting on walking you to your front gates while his driver stayed behind in the car. Once you were both there, he reached down to grab your hand gently making you turn around. You saw a frown decorating his face, instantly knowing something wasn’t right.

“Seonghwa? Is everything okay?” You asked as he stayed quiet for a while before he let out a soft sigh. And that’s when he explained everything.

“I know this might not be the best time to say this, but I have to. The past two dates were amazing. I never thought I’d find someone as down to earth and humble like you. And I did. Today was as amazing as those dates. The simple sushi dinner, the walk by Han River, the cat café as our last destination for this night’s date, I loved every second of it. And I really wish I could have more of this with you. I really do.”

He paused briefly before he continued, seeing that you were listening to him intently.

“But… my parents have decided… that they’re setting me up for marriage with someone else.” You weren’t going to lie, this news made your heart sink just a bit.

“Oh…” That was all you can muster and he knew you were upset.

“But it’s okay. We can still be friends if you’ll let me? The past three dates made me learn so much about you as a person and I couldn’t ask for more.” Seonghwa smiled, making you tear up feeling slightly overwhelmed.

“Hey, don’t cry…” Seonghwa whispered in between chuckles as he wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just touched that you feel that way for me.”

“Well, then I’m glad I managed to make you cry.” He teased, earning a soft slap to his broad chest. Seonghwa laughed again but then got quiet for a split second before he spoke up cautiously, hoping you weren’t offended by his request.

“Can… Can I kiss you?” Seonghwa asked and you weren’t going to reject him this time.

So when you didn’t reply to him, he mistook it for rejection. But instead, you carefully slide your hands around his neck, pulling him close until you feel his lips against your own.

Seonghwa smiled into the kiss as his hands wrapped itself around your waist, instinctively pulling you closer to his body. Your fingers tangled into his soft hair gently, feeling him squeeze your sides a little before he chuckled against your mouth.

“You really are something else, you know that? Whoever dates you, is gonna be the luckiest guy on earth.” Seonghwa complimented you, making you blush.

“And to the girl who’s about to be your future wife, she better be grateful to have such a handsome, kind hearted young man as her husband.” You returned as he kissed you again before pulling away.

“Goodnight Y/N. I’ll see you around. Promise we’ll stay friends okay?” Seonghwa said, making you hug him.

“I promise.” You whispered against his chest, pulling away from him. You gave him a final wave as you watched his car descend down the road. Seonghwa was an angel and whoever he ends up with, will be the luckiest girl on earth.

It has been 2 weeks since your last date with Seonghwa and you’ve been coming to the cat café. Probably 3 times in each week. Sometimes to do your assignment, sometimes to just chill and hangout with the kitties. But in all honesty, you were lowkey expecting to see the guy working there the other day and you did.

Almost all your visits there.

Little did you know, he too was kind of looking forward to seeing you there.

It was a Saturday evening and you were out and about in town. Your parents didn’t have any guys for your blind date recently so you took this chance to leave the house and just spend time alone.

You managed to find your way back to the café, parking your car at an empty parking lot down the street.

You had just entered the café and it was slightly more occupied than the last time you came. But since you were alone, it wasn’t actually a problem. You were standing by the door, looking around at the people queueing at the counter to make their payments when a voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Hi, welcome to Cuddles ‘N’ Coffee. For how many people?”

You turned to look at who greeted you, only to lock eyes with the same ones you had been hoping to see every time you came there.

“Just 1.” You said with a small smile, only to catch the inner corner of his lips twitch upwards.

“Right this way.” He said as he led you towards the room where the cats were in. You followed behind him closely, only for him to lead you to one of the booths near the back.

“Call me if you need anything.” He said as you noticed the smile that appeared on his face before he left. And you caught a glimpse of his nametag right before he turned.

Choi San.

A few minutes later, you were too busy petting the fluffy white cat in your lap, you didn’t even realize more people had left the café and there were only 3 tables left occupied. The cat in your lap was purring as it nuzzled its face into your stomach, not knowing you were currently a topic of conversation that was happening on the other side of the room.

San had just finished charging one of the customers only to let out a long sigh.

“Tired already?” Yeji asked with a teasing smile as she approached him. San grumbled, leaning against the counter with his back facing where the customers would be.

“Today’s been a full house since afternoon and I’m dead, gone.” He said, leaning his head back to close his eyes.

San couldn’t see what Yeji was doing until he heard her voice from beside him.

“Go and talk to her.”

“Huh?” San snapped his head towards her with a confused look on his face, earning a giggle from her.

“You yourself told me you were upset that she wasn’t alone the other day, and now she is. So go talk to her!” Yeji encouraged him.

“What if her boyfriend just can’t make it?”

“San, she’s been coming here alone for the past two weeks in case you haven’t noticed. Maybe she’s here to see you? Come on, just keep her company. Nothing would go wrong with that.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’m a girl and I’d do the same if I wanted to be discreet about seeing my crush at his workplace?”

To that, San sighed as he turned to look over at you across the room, only to see you nuzzling your face against the cat’s head that was in your lap. This made his heart flutter as he saw the little smile on your face upon feeling the cat licking your nose.

He didn’t realize he had a silly smile on his face until Yeji pushed him gently to get his attention, “Just go, silly! That dumb smile on your face is telling a lot!” She laughed as he glared at her but without any venom in them.

He finally mustered up the courage thanks to Yeji as he was now making his way towards you where there’s only a couple who was left in the room with you.

Once he was a few feet away, his voice caught your attention, making you look up.

Immediately, your heartbeat started picking up speed.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” San asked politely, earning a soft shake of your head and a smile.

“No thanks, I’m good actually…” You said.

San nodded as he wasn’t sure if he should stay or leave. But you seem to have read his mind by asking him the question he never expected would have come from you.

“Do you… wanna sit down?” You asked as he glanced down at the empty spot beside you before looking back into your eyes.

“Uh.. y-yeah… are- are you okay with that?”

“Of course.” You smiled as you scooted over a little for him.

San carefully sat down beside you and almost instantly, a fluffy brown cat leaped into his lap. You giggled when the cat stood up with its back legs on his thighs while its front paws rested on his chest. Licking San’s chin cutely as the other cats started to surround him by the legs, begging for his pets.

“They seem to love you.” You commented with a genuine smile, making him chuckle.

“I own a cat myself so I guess I’m just used to being loved by them.” San said before turning to look at you, only to be flustered by the way you were staring at him.

“Wow… That’s sweet.”

“Do you have any pets?” He asked.

“No… Although I do wish to have one. I think it would be nice.” You said softly, only to hear him shift in his seat. Just then, his knee accidentally brushed against yours but you didn’t mind it.

A few seconds of peaceful silence went by, only for him to speak up, “Are you heading home soon?”

“I think I should? You guys are closing up soon right?”

“Yeah… Do you have a ride home?” He asked almost out of instinct, feeling sorry that he just blatantly asked you that when you barely knew each other.

“S-Sorry! I didn’t mean to be weird…”

“No. No. It’s fine. But yes, I do.” You smiled at him.

San awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness, only for you to speak up.

“Well, I think I should make a move soon. Thank you for sitting here with me.” You said as he smiled again.

“Sure.”

The two of you began making your way back to the front counter as Yeji keyed in your order. After you’ve paid, she hands you back your card and receipt, only for you to smile at both Yeji and San.

“Thank you. Goodnight.” You said as they nodded whilst she replied the same to you.

All San could do was smile, not able to move or say anything to you. The minute you left, Yeji turned to him and asked why he never replied to you. That’s when he finally told his co-worker that he was head over heels for you.

A few weeks passed and you had been going to that café a little more frequently now solely to see San. It was a Sunday afternoon, a bright, cold day. You were just making your way to San’s workplace when you got a call from him. You answered his call, only to hear his eager voice from the other side of the line.

“Hey! Where are you?” He asked.

“On my way to the café actually.”

“Nice. I’m a little caught up in the back so just come inside and find a seat near the back. Yeji��s working upfront.”

“Okay San, see you.”

“See you, cutie.” You could’ve sworn you heard his smirk creeping up on his face only for you to giggle.

You and San haven’t properly confessed anything yet, but you could definitely tell that both of you liked each other. Although San already knows about your family background, he was pretty chill about it. You could tell that he was a genuine person and wasn’t one who would just date you for money.

You even told Seonghwa about him and he feels that San is someone you could trust. So when you made it to the café and you saw Yeji talking to a customer alone by the cashier, you figured San was in fact in the back room.

So after the customer left, Yeji’s eyes travelled to you and immediately her smile beamed, causing her eyes to disappear.

“Y/N! Hey!”

“Hey Yeji.” You giggled.

“San’s a little busy with paperwork in the back but he told me to save a seat for you at your usual spot!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that though.”

“It’s okay, his words anyway.” Yeji giggled before bringing you to the table.

A few minutes passed, you were just kissing one of the cat’s cute pink nose when a familiar voice spoke up from above you, making you look up to see San standing there with his apron discarded.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

San smiled as he sat down beside you only to reach over and gave the cat a few strokes. You were about to turn and talk to him but instead, you got flustered with how close his face was with yours. The minute San looked up at you, you could literally feel his warm minty breath hitting your lips.

His eyes glanced down to your lips and you could see the corner of his lips curve up slightly. This in itself, made your heart pound against your chest as you turned away to hide your blush on your face.

“Uhh, I- I umm, are you hungry?” You asked, earning a soft chuckle from him.

He went to order for you two, also making the drinks for you before coming back. You spent the next hour with him during his lunch break, not forgetting to share some skin ship with him. Something you’ve grown used to.

San was ending his shift in two hours and you definitely didn’t mind staying there for another few hours for him since he himself said you could wait for him there.

And so you did.

After he ended his work, both of you left his workplace not without saying bye to Yeji.

You hang out with him for a bit before he invites you over to his apartment. You’ve been there more than five times and he has never done anything inappropriate to you. So you trusted him with all your life.

A few hours passed and you were now seated on his couch, watching the Disney movie ‘Frozen’ with him. “Omg, look at this jerk! He’s totally using her!” You ranted with an unconscious pout, earning a little chuckle from him.

“Well, at least I know I wouldn’t do that to someone.” San shrugged, making you turn to him. He had a silly smirk on his face but you weren’t going to comment on it. You were just blushing at his indirect flirty comment towards you despite not mentioning who he was talking about.

San was definitely talking about you and he knows you know it too. And seeing the blush on your face could only make him burst into a laughter that left you pouting.

“Shut up! Don’t make fun of me!” You whined as San wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his side.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry but you’re just too cute!” San said as you froze.

Sure he has called your choice of outfits pretty before but this time, it felt so raw and you were slightly taken aback by it. San definitely noticed this as he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. At first he was frowning but then it got replaced with a smile, melting you instantly.

The room fell quiet as you noticed the way his eyes fell to your lips and lingered there for a bit, making you nervous.

Just then, your breath hitched in your throat when he reached up slowly to cup your face and caress your cheek with his thumb. Nobody dared to say much but he had to make sure you were alright with where this is going so he spoke up.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” He whispered, his voice soft and gentle.

You gave him a nod to answer him as you watched him lean closer until his sharp nose lightly brushed against the side of your nose, lips barely an inch apart from each other.

You closed your eyes, too nervous to keep looking. San smiled at this as he gave your lips one last glance before he too closed his eyes and pressed his lips gently on yours. San felt you move your lips against his. He smiled into your lips as he caressed your cheek while he kissed you.

He was being so gentle with you, it definitely melted your heart.

He pulled away for a breath, letting his fingers lightly ghost over your features before you reopened your eyes to look at him.

“Was that okay?” He asked, his voice quiet.

“Yeah…” You whispered as you wrapped your fingers around the wrist of the hand that was holding your face.

“Good… Because I wasn’t sure if I trusted myself with words to confess to you.” San chuckled, earning a soft giggle from you before you replied to him.

“It’s okay… I like this better.”

With that being said, San smiled in victory as he kissed you again.

You spent the day with him, cuddling on his couch after a long but innocent make out session. Never did you think you would fall for a boy who worked at a cat café but you did. And you were more than happy you did.

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shemarmooresfedora · 3 years

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Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Masterlist

Chapter 9

“Dinner at my house at 7. Be there,” Rossi announced to everyone in the bullpen.

Everyone nodded, accepting the invitation.

“Sorry, I can’t. I have Jo tonight,” Spencer declined.

“Bring her with you. The more, the merrier! Her mom is welcome too, I would use her name but I’m still in the dark about that one,” Rossi said.

“Well, I, for one, would love to meet the lady that Pretty Boy is throwing punches for,” Morgan smirked.

“Henry will be there, Spence,” JJ informed Spencer, trying to convince him to bring Jo.

“Alright, Jo and I will be there. I will ask Y/N and yes, that’s her name if she decides to come,” Spencer gave in.

“I don’t know, Spencer...can’t just you and Jo go?” you asked.

“Yes, we could. I don’t want to pressure you but I think it would be fun if you went too. Plus, Rossi’s pasta is phenomenal,” Spencer stated.

“I don’t want to intrude...and I’m horrible at small talk,” you added.

“Rossi specifically invited you so you’re not intruding. Will and JJ will be there, who you already know, and I promise I won’t leave your side until you’re comfortable,” he assured you.

“Fine, I need to take a shower and get ready then. How formal is this thing?” you asked.

“Most people either stay in their clothes from work or go home and change into casual clothes,” Spencer shrugged.

You nodded and headed up the stairs.

A half hour later, you came down in a cream colored midi sundress with a floral pattern and a slit down the side.

Spencer’s breath hitched in his throat.

“How’s this?” you asked, giving him a little spin.

“Y-Yes that’s f-fine,” Spencer choked out.

“You don’t like it?” you frowned, “They’re gonna hate it...and me.”

You started walking back up the stairs to change when you felt someone grab your wrist gently.

“I was having trouble speaking because you look absolutely radiant,” Spencer spoke softly.

“Not too bad yourself, Doctor,” you smiled.

Spencer had lost his sweater vest and tie from the work day, leaving him in just his pale blue dress shirt with a few of the top buttons undone.

“Jo, come on! I’ve got to do your hair before we go,” you called out, pulling out one of the kitchen table chairs.

Jo came running down the stairs in a light pink sweater and overalls.

“What do you want?” you asked, using a spray bottle to wet her hair slightly and then brushing it out.

“Two braids please, Mommy.”

You parted her hair and began working on the first braid, feeling Spencer’s eyes watching curiously from beside you.

Once you finished the first one, you turned to looked at him.

“Do you want to do the other side?” you asked.

“I was observing your movements but I’m not sure if I can replicate them with the same speed and accuracy,” Spencer stated as you pushed him forward.

“I’ll be your instructor then. You’re going to need to learn how to do this. Jo doesn’t like to have her hair in her face so she likes to have it styled back somehow,” you said.

Spencer brushed the hair on Jo’s left side once more and then sectioned out three even pieces from the front.

“So basically you just keep crossing the side strands over into the middle and adding more hair to the side strands each time,” you explained as Spencer slowly started to braid Jo’s hair.

By the time he got to the end, it was a little bumpy and a small chunk of hair had been left out of the braid and was hanging astray.

“Okay okay, not bad for a first attempt,” you encouraged him.

“I think I’ve got it this time,” Spencer released the braid from its elastic and combed Jo’s hair out again.

Spencer’s confidence definitely increased this time through, he was going much faster, almost as fast as you. His tongue was poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. You had to admit that he looked absolutely adorable.

“Much better,” you smiled as he tied off the braid with the elastic.

“If you can do a braid, pigtails and ponytails will be a piece of cake,” you informed him.

“I think my fingers are cramping,” he chuckled, admiring his handiwork.

“Spencer, what if they hate me?” you nervously asked as you walked up Rossi’s driveway.

“They are not going to hate you,” Spencer assured you as he carried Jo on his hip, “See, JJ and Will’s car is already here so there’s two people who already know and like you.”

Spencer rang the doorbell. You heard laughing and lots of conversation inside. You were nervously playing with your hands until Spencer reached over and grabbed one, squeezing it a little before letting go again. The simple gesture soothed you tremendously.

The front opened, revealing an older man with black hair and a goatee.

“You must be Y/N,” he smiled.

“Yes, that’s me,” you shakily returned the smile.

“I’m Dave or Rossi whichever you prefer. Come inside! Dinner will be ready shortly!” he waved to Jo in Spencer’s arms.

You entered the kitchen to see a bunch of grinning faces, staring at you.

“Guys, this is Y/N and you all remember Jo,” he introduced you to the group.

You gave a small wave, “Hi! It’s nice to meet you all.”

A blonde woman was the first to get up off her seat at the kitchen counter and wrap you in a warm hug. You squeaked a little at first, not expecting it.

“Hi, I’m Penelope! Sorry, I’m an avid hugger,” she chirped.

“No worries,” you smiled back.

Another woman with long dark hair approached you next, “I’m Emily! I love your dress!”

“Thank you! I actually got it at a thrift store downtown,” you replied.

Next in line was a man still in his suit, smiling only slightly but you could tell he was trying his hardest.

“I’m Aaron but everyone calls me Hotch,” Hotch said as he shook your hand.

And finally, “Derek Morgan, at your service,” Derek grinned as kissed your hand.

Spencer narrowed his eyes at Derek.

“Ignore him,” he said to you.

“Jo, I’m loving the braids,” JJ said as Spencer set her down on the floor.

“Daddy did the left one,” she beamed.

“Did he now?” JJ looked up at you and Spencer incredulously.

“Yes, he did,” you confirmed.

“He is going to have to start braiding my hair,” Penelope chimed in.

Henry and Jack came running into the kitchen.

“Jo!” Henry exclaimed, “Me and Jack are playing tag. Wanna play?”

Jo nodded enthusiastically and Henry touched her quickly and began running away.

“You’re it!” he called out.

“Oh, that was a cheap shot, Henry,” Will chuckled as the kids all left the kitchen once again.

“Jack is Hotch’s kid,” Spencer explained to you.

“Y/N, do you want some wine?” Emily offered.

You looked up at Spencer and he nodded, mouthing “I’ll drive home”.

“Sure! Thank you,” you accepted the glass.

You were talking to JJ, Will, and Hotch when you heard a familiar crying coming from outside. You set your wine glass down and ran to the backyard.

Jo was on the ground, clutching her knee, and the boys were hunched over her.

“Oh no, Baby J, what happened?” you asked, kneeling down.

“I fell while running and my knee got a boo-boo,” she cried.

You picked her up in your arms, rubbing light circles on her back, as Spencer came running outside carrying a mini first aid kit.

He gently rolled up Jo’s pant leg to above her knee as she clung to your neck.

“Alright, Jo, I have to put on some ointment and a band-aid so the boo-boo doesn’t get infected,” he spoke softly, applying ointment to the little scratch.

After he smoothed the band-aid over it, he kissed her knee three times.

“All better?” he asked.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she sniffled, letting go of you.

“You’re welcome, Princess. How about we have some dinner now?” he asked, using his sleeve to wipe her tears and snot.

Jo nodded and you all got up from the ground, heading back inside.

The rest of the team scrambled away from the window to pretend they weren’t just watching a truly heartwarming co-parenting moment.

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yuzukult · 3 years

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from home 01 || jjk & reader

title: from home pairing: jungkook x reader genre: richkid!jk, baker!reader, fakedating!au, fluff, angst, e2l, smut in future chapters word count: 7.1k+ prompt: jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

a/n: i hate cliches but i also love them so i’m gonna write them lol also i know ‘from home’ is an nct song, don’t come @ me. in addition to that, i’m hoping i can expand my writing and be able to lengthen it as much as possible! (well... this chapter only has 7.1k but baby steps...)

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Jeon Jungkook is a disappointment.

Well, kind of. His four older brothers think so, especially when he comes stumbling at noon on a Thursday, hair disheveled, shirt buttoned all wrong, half tucked into his pants with the zipper down. “He’s already fucking drunk.” His second eldest brother, Jonghyun, hisses, standing up from the dining table of his parents’ home. They’re supposed to have a scheduled lunch together, and although Jungkook is surprisingly on time, he’s still intoxicated. Jungsik and Jongseok, his other big bros respectively, only shake their heads in their seats, finding this situation all too familiar. The baby does it again.

The oldest of them all, Junghwan, does nothing. His eyes say it all—the glimmer that once was evident in them was drowned, full of nothingness when he looks at his youngest sibling.

But their mom didn’t think of it that way. She spoiled Jungkook like crazy, to the point that he’s the way he is today. Mrs. Jeon saw potential in him the moment she birthed him in 1997; full of love, life, and glory, Jeon Jungkook was going to be off doing great things.

Yet, ever since Jungkook ripped into the age of 16, everything changed. He started smoking, cigarettes, weed, name it and Jungkook has done it. By the time he turned 17, he was experimenting with different types of alcohol, far and wide, and eventually moved up into sleeping with multiple women consecutively. Coincidentally, they’re rich from wealthy families with nothing but dollar signs in their eyes when they see Jungkook, his beauty just being a perk of the package. In spite of his women endeavors, he had enough respect for his mother not to bring them home.

“Mother,” Junghwan finally speaks up, voice stern and face hard. She comes peering out from the back, the house servants trailing behind her before they all realize the sight of Jungkook, clumsily tripping on his own feet, quickly running to his aid while his mother only gasps in horror. “Jeon Jungkook does it again. He can’t just come to a family lunch, no, that would be too easy. He has to do it while reeking of alcohol, on a weekday, all in broad daylight. This is what happens when you let your child run wild and do whatever they please with all the money in the world. They turn out like him.”

His words are harsh, but they don’t impact Jungkook like they used to. No, not after he discovered his love for vodka, whiskey... all of the above. He learned that before seeing any of his family members require at least a couple servings. Stepping into the Jeon’s residence means being criticized, words that come shooting at him like bullets and in the beginning, they pierced through his thin skin with ease, heart clenching in pain at the men he idolized and admired. His skin hasn’t thickened since then, but alcohol does a great job of numbing it all.

Mrs. Jeon glares at her eldest son, the next in line to take over the Jeon Corporation when their father retires. She loves all her kids equally, yet gifted Jungkook more attention than the rest. To be fair, she couldn’t help herself when she saw those pools of sweet chocolate called orbs, begging for her love and affection. “Jungkook, why are you drunk already, love? It’s only 12:30. You probably haven’t eaten lunch yet.”

“But I’ve already had breakfast,” He slurs, the housemaids attempting to have him seated at one of the chairs at the dining table that extends from one end to the room to the next. Seat big enough for two people, he slides down in it, head falling to the side in drowsiness. “Mimosas. My favorite breakfast drink.”

“What’d you do? Champagne with a sprinkle of orange juice?”

“Mmm, didn’t have champagne. Worked with vodka instead.” The four men grimaced.

Their mother’s face softened at his response. “Jungkookie, baby. You can’t just come marching in here like this. We’re having a lunch, together, as a family. You’re lucky your father is coming here late, or else you would’ve been kicked out in seconds.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you out in seconds,” Junghwan chimes in, expression unwavering. “This is ridiculous, Jungkook. You need to stop acting like some bachelor. What are you? Twenty-three? Kim Taehyung was that age when he proposed to his now wife. Yet you’re still fucking around with mom’s friends daughters who innocently are just looking for love. How reckless is that?”

“Junghwan.” Mrs. Jeon says through her gritted teeth, eyes shooting daggers at her son. “Stop it.”

“Hyung has a point, mom,” Jonghyun interjects, making his way toward Jungkook before sitting on the armrest of the chair beside the youngest one. “What has Jungkook even done other than come to every event drunk, spend all our family’s money, and fuck around with women he has no intention of marrying?”

Mrs. Jeon raises a brow at Jonghyun, sucking in her cheeks in disbelief. “You boys are acting like you guys have never been through this phase.”

“Mom,” Jungsik, the middle child and the most empathetic of all, attempts to console his mother’s anger toward his older siblings, humming soothingly. “We all got over that by the age of 21. Jungkook is twenty-three.”

Despite being completely under the influence, the pain is evidently still there. He regrets not drinking an extra glass or two of that make-shift mimosa. They speak of him as if he’s not even in the room, and it makes him feel sick. He knows this feeling well—and his stomach stirring isn’t from the alcohol. Jungkook can’t even look at his mom at the moment, a bit embarrassed by how all his brothers seemingly gang up on their mom just because she was defending him. He really felt like a baby.

“Well, what do you suggest I do? Tell him to get married? You wouldn’t want that, right, Jungkook?” He gazes at the table. Mostly because he doesn’t know what to say, especially if she’s suddenly taking suggestions. “I take that as a no. So it’s settled, there’s nothing we can do.”

“Why don’t you just like... cut him off?” Jongseok proposes, shrugging at his own idea. “I mean, just until he gets his act together. He’s not getting any younger, and if he actually put his brain to use, he could be part of the company, leading in a division. Jungkook isn’t stupid, he’s just acting it.”

At this point, Jungkook’s consciousness begins to fade, slumber creeping up and drowning him like quicksand. For the first time, he regrets consuming so much alcohol because when he’s awake, he’s sleeping on the couch of one of their family rooms with his mother sitting in an armchair, worry washed over her face.

“Mom?” He jerks up, pushing off the blanket that someone had laid on him while he was asleep. “Everything alright?”

“Jungkook,” She begins, and he can already tell it’s going to be bad news. “I think I’ve spoiled you too much. When I first saw you as a baby, I thought that you needed everything, and I wanted to give you everything. Your brothers just grew up so much more differently than you did, your dad wasn’t so swamped with the company and had an abundance of time with them before you came along.”

His mom doesn’t look over at him. She looks uneasy, something eating her insides, and he feels nothing but remorse for her. Jungkook wants to move closer in attempts to comfort her, but it seems that she purposely sat at that distance. “I thought that giving you everything you needed and more meant that I was giving you the things that your father couldn’t give you and look where you are now... wasted every single time you come home. You haven’t had any real jobs, and when I supported you during your modeling endeavors, you threw all of that away! And for what, Jungkook? I gave you everything... and now I feel like a horrible mother.”

“Mom,” He reiterates, his voice soft and apologetic. “You’re not horrible. You took care of me, defended me against all of my hyungs, and guided me through the hardest times of my life. But maybe you’re right, I can’t do it anymore. I’ll do better, mom—”

She finally turns to see him. Her eyes are bloodshot red from the tears, bags underneath them from years of taking care of her five sons that have increased over time from Jungkook’s shenanigans. “No. Jungkook, I’m cutting you off.”

He nearly chokes on his spit. “What?”

“I’ll give you an allowance every month. It’s not a lot, but it’ll be enough to get you by. You can stay in my studio apartment downtown; I haven’t been there in a while so it’ll require some sprucing up.” She places a manila envelope on the table with Jungkook’s name written across it, wiping the tear that streams down her cheek. “You need to learn to fend for yourself, Kook.”

The next morning, Jungkook finds himself lying flat on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with his legs tangled in his satin sheets. Just like that, in an instant, he lost everything. He should’ve stayed sober before coming, or at the very least, took one shot of vodka rather than... well, a couple cups worth. Sleep didn’t come easy that night but the guilt crept in like a tsunami. All that went through his mind was how he let his mom down, her favorite son, and that she had to come to terms with this new arrangement. Disappointing his brothers was something he’d done continuously over the years anyway, so the chance of finally making them proud has gone out the window but with his mom, there was a little bit of opportunity left to show her that he wasn’t completely a fuck up.

“Thanks, Hyungjin.” Jungkook is grateful that his mom let Hyungjin drive him downtown, and to come up to help drop off his belongings. The older male nods, tipping his hat at him. Hyungjin had been Jungkook’s driver for as long as he could remember; from piano lessons, early and late school drives, to even his one-night stands, where Jungkook would panic call Hyungjin and he’d come almost immediately after. Although he’d hope to see him again, he knows that this may be the last time Hyungjin drives him. “I hope I get to see you again.”

“Of course you will, Mr. Jeon. If you prove yourself to your brothers, I’m sure that they’ll be more than willing to accept you back into the family with open arms.”

Jungkook scoffs, shoving the key to the apartment into the slot of the knob. “I wish. I’m sure they’ll find a way to still keep me out. They hate me, Hyungjin, and I don’t know what else I’m going to do.”

“No, no, Jungkook. They’re your brothers. They have nothing but love for you. Tough love, maybe, but love nonetheless.” Hyungjin carries a portion of the suitcases and bags when Jungkook opens the door to the apartment; the both of them sneezing and coughing abruptly once they step inside. The entire apartment was dusty, dark, and gloomy. The windows had these black long and heavy curtains that blocked any sunlight from seeping through, and the remains of his mother’s paintings and canvases sprawled all across the floor with splatters that coat the wooden floors and brick walls that all were collecting dust.

“Uh... I guess Mrs. Jeon isn’t tidy when her artistic side comes out.” Hyungjin jokes, eyes skimming around the apartment. He walks over to sink, turning the knob of the faucet on, and Jungkook doesn’t even notice that he’s holding his breath until he releases it when the water flows out of the spout. “Least there’s still water? I think your parents are still paying for this place.”

After shoving as much of Jungkook’s personal items into the apartment, Hyungjin brushes his hands off on his slacks, straightening his back afterwards. “Well, Mr. Jeon, congrats on the start of your new future. I know that technically I’m not supposed to drive you anymore, but... if you are in dire need of help, please don’t hesitate to call me.”

Placing a hand on Hyungjin’s shoulder, Jungkook sighs. “Thanks, Hyungjin, really. It means a lot.”

After sending Hyungjin off, Jungkook does some scavenging. For one, there’s some plates in the cabinets that he could use for the time being. No shampoo, no loofah and... when he opens the fridge in the kitchen, his face scrunches up from a whiff of the odor. Milk. Of course, his mother left half a carton of milk in there and hasn’t been back for months. “Guess... I already need to go shopping.”

“Your total is going to be ₩62,636.00.” Packing the groceries that had been scanned into the brown paper bags that were stuffed into another plastic one, you push it down the line for the customer as she’s shuffling through her purse for her wallet.

“You know, I am the bag boy, right? I can do it.” Hoseok, a fellow co-worker of yours, comments at your actions, hooded eyes darting in your direction in annoyance. “I know you’re trying to be nice to me because Hyeri broke up with me last night, but that doesn’t mean I’m incapable of working.”

“Hush,” You demand, yet face blooming with smiles for the customer who replicates the expression, sliding the credit card into the payment terminal. “Have a good day!” You’d cry out with every receipt you handed to a customer as they’d walk out the store, slouching immediately afterwards from the exhaustion that washes over you. “I’m just trying to make today a bit easier for you, Hobi. I know how much she means to you.”

“You’re kidding right? I’m rich, I’m only working here because I’m trying to save some money up to leave that household but I haven’t left yet. I’m thinking of doing some type of yacht party tonight; drinks, girls, all my homies getting drunk, it’s a great way to truly mend my heart.”

You roll your eyes at the male, leaning back against the register. “If you keep spending your parents’ money like that, you don’t have to leave. They’ll just kick you out.”

He gasps. “I sure as hell hope not, not ‘til I’m ready.” Shaking his head at the thought, he freezes as his mouth gapes open. “Ah, speaking of. Mrs. Jeon actually cut off one of her children. Mostly because he’s a brat and needs to be taught how to be humble... and grateful... and maybe not to be such a dick.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow questioningly. “Which one? Is it the one you’re friends with?”

Hoseok wags his finger in disagreement. “Not friend, acquaintance. We’re party buddies, but he and I don’t talk deep things like you and me. But yes, it’s the baby of them, Jeon Jungkook.”

The name is familiar. His face is plastered on almost all of the billboards that you’d pass by on your route to work. Jeon Jungkook was one of the heirs of the Jeon Corporation, and his mother being the CEO of the supermarket and café chain you had been employed at. Despite all of that, he chose to go the path of modeling (from what you know, it’s just for fun and games), and did nothing to help his family out in their business. Although you never found yourself involved with the media, Jungkook was an image hard to get rid of. His news was everywhere, especially since you had no idea how to remove the Apple News notifications from your phone. Tech wasn’t exactly your strongest suit.

“Interesting. Well, that sucks for him. Can’t have it all.”

“You say that because you’re not rich,” He frowns, crossing his arms. “You’d be living a different life if you had some more money.”

Leaning over the counter, you tap Hoseok’s nose with your pointer finger. “And I’m okay with where I am. Working two jobs, saving up money for my dreams while paying off my student loans... I’m okay with that. Yes, I’m tired, and who wouldn’t kill to be rich, but let’s be honest here. Coming from money, and money that’s not yours, sound horrible.”

“And it is,” Someone sighs, dropping their groceries onto the conveyor belt. “Money that’s actually yours being spent doesn’t feel as fulfilling as when you’re spending someone else’s, but having them control how you spend it... well, it’s not the best.”

“I mean, I feel great knowing that I earned my own money and—“ As you turn to meet with this customer, you’re speaking to the devil himself. Jeon Jungkook. “—oh, uh, Hello.” Magazines, pictures on the internet, billboards... all of them do not do Jungkook any justice because he’s not just gorgeous in person, but he looks like perfection on legs. The way he pushes his long locks back when they begin to irritate his eyes, his skin is milky smooth, supple and soft, and when he shoves his hands into his pockets afterwards, all you can think about is how his arms flex in the sleeves of his T-shirt.

“Kook,” Hoseok greets, forehead crinkled in confusion as he extends his hand for a shake. “What... why are you here? I’ve never seen you at a supermarket before. Doesn’t your personal chef take care of those things for you?” He’s feigning ignorance, afraid that his assumptions of Jungkook’s withdrawal from wealth is only gossip spread by the middle aged women. Jungkook lets out another heavy sigh, shoulders dipping in disappointment. “Well, you probably heard from your mom... who heard from my mom. She kicked me out. Cut me off. So... I’m trying to fend for myself now and get some groceries for dinner tonight.”

“Where are you staying?”

“Uh, my mom used to have an art studio downtown. She’s too busy to go there anymore, so she paints at home now. So the studio is pretty much abandoned... therefore I’m residing there now. I’m also getting an allowance every month to live off of.”

You snort. It was truly an accident, but the words coming out of Jungkook’s mouth were unbelievable. His mom made him leave the house yet gifted him an apartment and an allowance? Does anyone even consider this as being kicked out? “I’m sorry,” He turns to look at you. “Is something funny?”

“I... thought you said she cut you off?”

Without saying it, his face contorts to a visual version of an, And?

“Well, if your mother really cut you off, you wouldn’t even have an apartment. You’d be living on the streets or sleeping on your friends’ couches in rotation. Trust me, I know, I’ve been there. And you’re still receiving an allowance from them?”

Jungkook thinks he doesn’t realize that you’re from a wealthy family as well. “You... have been cut off of your family money and kicked out?”

Hoseok bursts in a laugh, hand in front of him in an attempt to stop himself before apologizing. “Ehem, sorry. She’s never been cut out, her family isn’t well-off in the first place. She’s trying to say she did the latter, sleeping on her friends’ couches on rotation. Me being one of them.” As you’re scanning his groceries one by one, sliding them down to Hoseok, he bags them quickly and efficiently as Jungkook’s eyes dazes off in amazement at his skill. “You... said you’re still getting an allowance from her?”

Jungkook nods but he’s completely immersed by yours and Hoseok’s quick movements, shuffling through the bags and scanning the items. When his toothpaste doesn’t beep, he watches as you start typing in some group of numbers into the register. The system recognizes it immediately before you turn back, resuming into your previous actions. He admits that this isn’t the first time he’s been in a supermarket, but the last time he remembered stepping foot in any of his mom’s businesses was probably before he hit puberty.

“So that’s going to be... ₩113,552.00.” Hoseok looks up when he realizes that Jungkook hasn’t moved from his position. “Jungkook?”

Jungkook shakes his head from his daze, quickly rummaging through his pockets for his wallet. “Sorry, I was just... you guys are really good at that.”

“At what?” You ask, confused with your brows furrowed.

He gestures the register and bags with his chin as he pulls out his wallet. “The whole... register thing. You guys move fast and... expertly. Where’d you learn to do that?”

You and Hoseok freeze. It’s weird to hear, exclusively forthcoming from someone who’s known to be arrogant, and yet the expression on his face is genuinely impressed by the show the two of you had just put on for him. “Uh... basic training? They just give you some tips and you just do it.”

“That’s it? It’s that easy?” He says, eyes bulging from his head at the simple response.

“Well, I wouldn’t say easy,” Hoseok rephrases as Jungkook inserts his credit card into the system. “It gets tiring when your shift gets long. But the task itself isn’t difficult, just becomes brutal.” You shake your head in affirmation, wiping the counter down with a rag. “Don’t look down on your local grocery store employees! Where else would you get your groceries without them to help you?”

He laughs, and he’s so pretty when he laughs, but what subsequents after his laugh isn’t so... pretty. “I won’t, but I don’t think I’d ever work in a supermarket either. Not really for me. I think I have more potential than... everyone here.”

Hoseok eyes his friend quizzically. “Uh... I didn’t think I would be either. I didn’t choose to work here, you know. I want to move out eventually, so I’m saving money. Do you think she chooses to work here too? No. This is temporary for us, Kook. But even so, there’s people who have to work here because it’s how they put food on the table.”

He only shrugs. “I guess. I just think I can do better than this. Thanks for the family discount though! Even though the allowance my mom gave me paid for it.”

And with that, he leaves.

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” You jeer, completely appalled by Jungkook’s comment. “Is it because he’s the boss’ son? Is that why? That’s so ridiculous, why didn’t I say something—“ Hoseok interrupts your rant with the sound of your name soothingly coming out of mouth. “Let him be. I believe in karma and it’s going to bite him in the ass later.” You let out a dejected sigh, caving into his words. “On another note... you’re coming to my yacht party right?”

You hate Hoseok for luring you here.

He’s got chicks in bikinis, dancing away with their drinks swaying in their glasses, waists so thin you could wrap your hands around them. Guys are lounging, admiring the view of both the sea and the women, alcohol also accompanying their hands, whispering things here and there when they catch a sight of you— jeans and a crop top. You were not going to let Hoseok see you in a bikini, no matter how nice he is to you. He’s still a slob at heart.

When Hoseok spots you through the crowd, he hollers your name. “Oh my gosh! You actually came! I’m so stoked! Which text convinced you to come? I did all those things, just in case any of them are actually the reason why you came.”

hoseokie [1:03PM]: pls come to my party hoseokie [1:03PM]: we’ve got tacos hoseokie [1:04PM]: we’ve got white claw hoseokie [1:05PM]: we’ve got pigs in a blanket hoseokie [1:05PM]: we’ve got some weird hors d'oeuvres hoseokie [1:06PM]: we’ve got fresh fish hoseokie [1:07PM]: we’ve got... mini sandwiches?? idk i’m running out of nice things to mention hoseokie [1:09PM]: what about.... chick-fil-a? i know chicks dig that hoseokie [1:09PM]: i take that back, i know you’re into the feminist thing and don’t like it when i say collectively chicks like something

You frown. He’s so annoying.

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Ah. There it was. The true reason why you’ve decided to come.

The picture mostly shows the food that sits at the table, but the angle that Hoseok takes it from gives you a glimpse of the kitchen, a delicious glance because right there is a take for inspiration for your own that you’d like to see for yourself. With that, you figure you’d hit two birds with one stone; getting to steal an idea for a small kitchen and celebrate Hoseok’s... breakup? You’re not even sure what this is for.

“Uh, where’s the kitchen? I want to wash my hands.”

He’s kind of drunk, so you’re thankful he doesn’t probe for more information, like why the kitchen and not the bathroom. “Downstairs. Do you need me to take you?”

“Nah, I’m good.” You grin, walking in the direction he points afterwards. On route to the kitchen, you spot the catering of Chick-Fil-A. Guess he kept to his word after all.

That’s when you spot him.

Jungkook is sitting on one of the white leather couches that Hoseok’s yacht is built with, arms resting on the top of the seat while surrounded by women who giggle with their hands on his chest with hearts coming from their eyes in admiration. “Kook-ie, you’re so funny! Who knew someone like you would have such a beautiful personality!”

You have to swallow the vomit that’s begging to leave your body.

Finally downstairs, you get to see it yourself with your own eyes. It’s beautiful. So beautiful that you can’t believe that a room can look this beautiful, and on top of that, it looks untouched. Reaching the stove, you almost hold in your breath from all the excitement forming in you, pulling the handle out to peek inside. “Jesus, stainless steel, great for cleaning, so much space, enough for inventory, and so much wattage—”

“Are you getting turned on by a stove?”

Fuck. Slamming it the oven shut, you abruptly straighten yourself. “Uh, no.” Turning to see the owner of the voice, you frown at the sight. Of course, with your luck, it’s Jungkook. “I’m just really curious on how people do their kitchens. I wanna open a bakery and want some ideas on how to work with a limited amount of space.”

Your breath hitches at the view; the shirt he has on is barely even buttoned, exposing his toned chest, and his hair is slicked back with a comma curl that hangs over his forehead. His lips are pink and plump, arms are tight in their sleeves, and when he leans over on the counter across from where you stand, the smile that tugs on the edges of his mouth is so pretty. “Hire an interior designer. Why do you need to do it yourself?” His breath already reeks of alcohol, and the drink in his hand almost screams that it’s not going to be his last either. “I don’t have the money for it.”

“Sure you do, you have two jobs. Why do things yourself when other people can do it for you?” You roll your eyes at him. “Because, unlike you, I have student debt. I need to pay for that and start a business. It’s not easy. I need to make a profit somewhere.”

He shrugs before saying nonchalantly, “I’ll pay for you.”

“With what money?” It comes out faster than you expected, but it’s too late to back down now. “With the money my mom gave me,” He responds calmly, tapping his fingers against the counter. “It’s more than enough to start a business.”

You nearly piss your pants. His mother’s allowance was enough to fucking start a business. Jungkook was indeed not in lack of resources and with the way his mom was taking care of this meant he will never truly learn responsibility.

“Are you kidding me?” You’re almost gasping for air. “Your mom gives you that much money for an allowance? What are you? I thought she was cutting you off. At this rate, you’re never going to actually be an adult. How are you even going to prove to her that you’re capable?”

He gets up from the counter, startled by your sudden outburst. “What makes you think I’m incapable?”

“You were just about to give me money to start a business. This is the second time you’ve met me, Jungkook. You don’t even know me. You don’t even know what the business is for, what my plans are, and where it’s going to be. You were just going to throw away good money without even having any knowledge of what it’s going to be used for!”

Unsure what to say, he speaks the only thing that comes to mind. “I trust you because you’re friends with Hoseok, and well, I trust Hoseok.” How could a guy with five older siblings who all went to prestigious ivy league universities, including attending one of them himself, be so gullible and naïve?

“That means nothing, Jungkook. All it means is that we have a mutual friend. I can’t stand kids like you, strutting around with all the money in the world without knowing what to do with it. You have no real responsibilities, no real life plan, no dreams— nothing! All you do is fuck around and get drunk. What a fucking waste of space.” You shake your head before climbing up the stairs out of the lower level of the yacht, heated from Jungkook. He hasn’t actually said or done anything actually wrong yet you can’t help but hate him. Jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and all you can think about is how you were born with a plastic one instead.

You’re not actually anyone to Jungkook. No, not really, especially since yes, like you mentioned before, it’s only the second time he has met you. Whether or not if the proposal for paying for those things were serious, he wasn’t sure why he made you upset so easily.

But it hurt. Those things you said really hurt— more than when he speaks to his brothers.

So he drinks. He drinks the pain away or just enough that it fades to the point he doesn’t notice it as much anymore.

When you catch him slouched on the couch alone, cheeks flush pink from what you assume is from the beer sitting in his hands loosely, guilt washes over you. Without much thought, you’re already making your way to the innocent looking boy, buttoning his shirt up and tearing the can from his grip. You figured you’d take him home, it’s the least you can do after flipping him off earlier.

With Jungkook’s arm draping over your shoulder, you wince when the button on his sleeve tugs on your necklace. “Jungkook, could you at least try lifting yourself up so I’m not doing all the heavy lifting here?” He doesn’t say much but mumbles with drool coming out from the side of his mouth, emitting a whine from you.

“Oh my god, is that Jungkook?” Mrs. Jeon drops the book she reads in what seems like a living room, rushing toward your side before Jungkook vomits again on the marble floor. “Hana! Nayeon! Please come clean this up— quickly, quickly, please.” She pulls his other arm over her shoulder, tugging him along with you before reaching the couch, letting him settle down easy. If she wasn’t here, you would’ve thrown him on it. “Sorry CEO Jeon, I wanted to take him back to his place but... I didn’t know where he lived and I didn’t really feel comfortable leaving him by himself like this. So... I googled your estate and here we are.”

She gives you a pained smile, clenching your heart at the same time before she’s draping a blanket onto Jungkook’s sleeping body. “Would you like some tea?”

It feels weird sitting on a tall stool chair at a marble countertop island in such a huge kitchen. There was more than enough space to hire a staff sized for a large wedding venue, and truth to be told, you were jealous of the appliances that were stocked. If only you could touch the deck oven, just one touch...

Mrs. Jeon says your name for the first time since you’ve introduced yourself, interrupting your thoughts. “Ah, yes, CEO Jeon?”

“You keep calling me that. Do you perhaps work at one of my franchises?”

Rubbing the sides of the mug full of tea anxiously, you nod. “Two, actually. I work at one of the supermarkets down in Seoul, and a café at the University. I admire your plans and how you treat your employees, so I based my search on that.”

There’s a smile that jumps upon her lips, and it’s genuinely full of joy in comparison to the one she shares when you dragged Jungkook in. “A hard-working class citizen. I love that.” She brings the mug to her lips, taking a sip of her tea before sitting it down gently. “You brought Jungkook here. Are you two... an item, maybe? I’ve never seen him bring anyone home.”

Hastily, you wave your hands in front of you in denial. “Oh, no, no, CEO Jeon, we are not. If anything, I brought him home.” You pause for a moment as she eyes you carefully. “Oh, wait, no, not like that, I meant brought him to his home, here. Not to my house. Gosh, no, that’s weird.” Mrs. Jeon laughs, leaning back, almost stumbling off her seat and you were already set on your toes in preparation to catch her. “Geez, my son displeases you that much? Honestly, I wouldn’t be so opposed if you told me that you both were in a relationship.”

You blink. “Really? Why’s that? I kind of expected you to hope for him to go for someone who’s a bit more... accustomed to this lifestyle? Not that there’s anything wrong with it... I just... this is a bit different.”

Although you had been preoccupied with dragging Jungkook into the house, there was no missing in the way their home looked. Chandelier hanging in the hall off the ceiling with crystal-like features that you were sure were actually authentic diamonds, walls and floors were marble and granite, portraits and paintings that hung on the walls were originals, and the size of the home itself was... breathtakingly prodigious. The kitchen alone was a prime example— from your own personal research and knowledge, the appliances were top tier products of the industry, only the best of the best were able to afford it. Not to mention that the dimensions of the kitchen was about four times the surface area of your apartment.

Mrs. Jeon shakes her head in lack of approval, tapping her fingers against the ceramic cup. “No, I want my sons to go for love that they feel is real. But for Jungkook, I always hope for more than just that, someone who can teach him that this life of luxury isn’t necessarily everything. He hasn’t found anyone yet, or at least, I still hope it’s you, but I figured cutting him off the money would be the next best option.”

You tilt your head to the side, mouth open in hesitation. “But... you didn’t cut him off. Jungkook still gets an allowance.”

“Yes, but—“

“Sorry to interrupt, but isn’t that defeating the purpose? Like... you want Jungkook to go off and learn responsibility and what it means to be a functioning adult yet you’re still giving him money. I don’t want to criticize but...” You’re expecting her to jump at the chance to interject, mention something about how you’re overstepping, but she does nothing. Instead, her shoulders slouch and she frowns. “Am I doing this wrong? Should I take his allowance away?”

Honesty seems like an iffy noun to act on at the moment, but you speak words with it, nonetheless. “CEO Jeon, don’t get me wrong, you are a great person. But if you’re trying to teach your egotistical and spoiled-rotten son some life lessons, putting a step stool down for him isn’t going to make it any better.”

“It was you, wasn’t it!” Jungkook exclaims, stomping into the supermarket with his face flushed red with anger, hair pushed back with a vein popping out on his forehead. He has his pointer finger directed at you, startling Hoseok as he shoves Jungkook’s finger down. “Ok, I get you’re mad, but no pointing please. You may proceed.”

He scoffs. “She did this, you know. My mom cut me off. Completely! Done, I’m so done for. How the hell am I supposed to pay for anything? All she gave me was the money I earned from those modeling gigs in the past. What the hell is that going to do for me two months from now?”

“Uh... I don’t know, get a job?” You say sarcastically, unfazed by his fit of temper. If childish is how he’s going to act, he might as well embarrass himself while he’s at it. “It’s not my fault that she decided to actually cut you off.” Jungkook doesn’t get the right to come in here, full of flames just because of something you suggested to his mother the night he blacked out. He doesn’t, especially not after you learn from Mrs. Jeon why she wants to do this in the first place.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to get a job?”

Hoseok stares at Jungkook blankly for a moment before pointing to a sign behind him, taped to the wall with big letters printed.

CASHIER FOR HIRE @ THE JEON MARKET! PLEASE SEE AN ASSOCIATE FOR DETAILS ON HOW TO APPLY!

Jungkook lets out a heavy breath of defeat, falling back against the counter, fingers raking his strands of hair back stressfully. “Fuck, fuck...” He closes his eyes, head falling back. “... Fuck.”

It’s barely even the start of his first day and he’s presently on the verge of throwing another hissy fit when the apron doesn’t tie around his body like it does for the other workers. “Are you fucking—”

Snatching the fabric from his hands, you can see through Jungkook’s orbs that he’s ready to pounce at you for doing that, but you’re already standing on the tip of your toes as he dips down unconsciously for you while pulling the loop over his head. “This is so much easier when you’re calm, cool, and collected enough to think like a sane person.” He mutters a quick thanks, jutting out a puff of air from his lips. “Also, tie your hair up, will you? It doesn’t look professional.”

“Professional?” He scoffs, shaking his head as you’re slipping off the hair band that’s on your wrist, handing it over to him that he grabs unwillingly. “This place is far from professional. It’s a freaking goddamn supermarket.”

“It’s just... in your face and we have an employee handbook that wants your hair out of your face so the customers can see your lovely smile.”

“You think my smile is lovely?” His heart is warm at the compliment but it quickly fades when you respond, “No, it’s how it’s worded in the handbook. I’m only quoting what I read.”

“Why are you helping me anyway? I thought you didn’t like me.” This was true, notably since you’ve last spoken to him was with fury and fire in your eyes. But you merely just roll your eyes this time, turning away to turn the dial on your locker, pulling a slip of paper out to hand to him. “I was assigned to train you. Here’s your locker combo. Don’t think I’m doing this to be nice to you.”

“I’m still trying to understand what I did wrong that made you hate me.”

Tying your own hair back in the magnetic mirror that hangs on your locker door, there’s clips in your mouth to push your bangs back and Jungkook can’t help but find the action so... attractive. After taking the bobby pins from your mouth and slipping them into your hair, you straighten your shirt before turning to face him. “Because I can’t stand entitled people. And you are one of them.”

His mouth drops and closes several times before he finally gets the guts to speak up. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough,” Tugging the apron over your head and knotting the strings behind you, you inhale sharply afterwards. “I know that you’re the CEO’s youngest son, the bachelor, who basically doesn’t really do anything but freeload off his parents and spend their money. You’ve never had a real job before today and if I’m being totally honest, I kind of expect you to fail.”

“To fail?” He exasperates, his posture stiffens, in disbelief of your perspective. “I haven’t even started the job yet and you had this image of me build up before I even get the chance to clock in.”

“Speaking of, come here, I’ll show you how to clock in.”

Trailing behind you to a mysterious machine that hangs on the wall, he can’t help but attempt to sink everything in around him. He’s in the back of a supermarket, his mother’s supermarket, one of many, dressed in their uniform with his luxurious hair tied back, hidden away from all the people to admire. The locker room has flickering melancholic lights that he realized are unflattering when he looks at himself in the mirror earlier, and the people here drag their legs when leaving through the double doors to start the shift, all the way to the end.

“Hello, Earth to Jungkook?” You wave your hands in front of his drifted gaze, frowning at his sudden daydream.

“I can’t believe that it’s gotten this bad. I have to work... like a real job. I’ve never had a job in my entire life.”

“Well, yeah. I mentioned that just moments ago.”

His stare shifts to you, worry written all over his face. “I’m above all of this, above all of the people working here. I know what it’s like to be happy—I have money for god’s sake, I don’t need any of this. I could be working some corporate job right now that requires less effort.”

“Jungkook, I haven’t even started the training yet.”

He still hasn’t learned how to clock in before a shift yet and he’s already prepping to quit this job.

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BnHA Chapter 299: No Chains Left

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “and then AFO broke out all of the inmates from six other prisons and took a nap. well anyways, here’s the hospital angst.” Kacchan woke up two days later and was all, “WAIT BUT HOW ARE DEKU AND TODOROKI AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EXCEPT IIDA DOING” and then we cut to Shouto’s room where the other U.A. kids were sitting around being Mutually Traumatized and giving each other moral support and such. Everyone was alll, “...”, and then the rest of the Todofam showed up, INCLUDING POSSIBLY REI?! which, omg. The chapter ended with Kacchan STOMPING THROUGH THE HALLS all “WHADDYA MEAN DEKU HASN’T WOKEN UP YET”, dragging along Satou and Mineta behind him, fueled by the power of ALL OF THE FUCKS HE NOW GIVES. He gives so many fucks now you guys. This boy cares so much he can probably deduct it on his taxes.

Today on BnHA: SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO GIVE A LOT OF FUCKS, the story cuts abruptly to Hawks, freshly recovering from his near-death experience, and pondering the threads that have weaved the tapestry of his life and led him to this moment. Basically he grew up in poverty with his Jerk Dad and Jerk Mom until his dad got arrested one day and his mom sent him off to go Find Money Or Something, and so he rescued a busload of people and found himself a new career. Back in the present day, Hawks and Jeanist ride around town in Jeanist’s Jamborghini having awkward encounters with civilians in a country on the brink of social collapse, and visiting Hawks’s mother’s home. Hawks is all “I know from an outsider’s perspective it must look like my life currently sucks, but now that the HPSC is gone, my public image is shot, and my parents are finally out of my life, I’m actually feeling SURPRISINGLY GOOD.” Anyway so he’s gonna go meet up with Endeavor now, and p.s. this chapter was fucking fantastic though, damn.

oh my god?? is this Hawks narration?? something about him growing up watching the heroes on TV and thinking of them as fictional characters

okay I scrolled down a little bit more to see the rest of that “Keigo” panel, and wow

this is basically a shed. poor boy definitely grew up rough. let me tell you guys, I came in here ready for some BakuDeku shenanigans; I was not prepared for Hawks Flashback Angst. I AM HERE FOR IT, but also wow I gotta brace myself now lol

HELLO MISTER HAWKS’S JERK DAD, SIR

BnHA sure does have an array of Jerk Dads, doesn’t it. makes me appreciate characters like Masaru and JirouDad all the more for bucking the trend

anyway. so Horikoshi, you really thought that one itty bitty chapter of hospital catharsis would be enough to calm us all before you went right back to showing us child abuse huh. my god man can we rest

BABY HAWKS

swear to god this kid can’t be more than five or six, and yet he has this completely blank look on his face even with his dad looming over him being all threatening and shit. like he’s shut down his emotions to protect himself. imagine what has to happen to a child for him to have learned this at such a young age. fuck

AND MEANWHILE THIS GUY

don’t mingle with humans?? not “other” humans, just humans?? what is this implying here?? and also holy shit Hawks definitely didn’t inherit his looks from his dad orz

then again he doesn’t really bear much of a resemblance to his strung-out mom here either

omg omg omg. and this child is basically trapped here in this environment with these two people. this explains a SHITLOAD about Hawks’s personality though you guys. his ability to completely separate his real thoughts from the face he presents to the outside world. his pragmatic approach to analyzing and solving problems. his layers of emotional walls. turns out almost none of that came from the HPSC training -- that was all learned hands-on in his own personal do-or-die survival nightmare childhood!! oh, boy

and small wonder then that he latched on to Endeavor so strongly if he really is the one who brought down his dad and inadvertently saved him from this. also, just putting this out there, I know people are always talking about him and Dabi being foils, and I think it’s very interesting how Touya grew up in a household where he saw firsthand the dark side of hero society, and so ended up becoming a villain in order to bring it down. whereas young Keigo had almost the exact opposite experience, growing up experiencing the dark side of villain society and becoming a hero in order to bring about a world where no one else has to experience that. just. both of them are so determined not to become their fathers. some interesting parallels there

so Hawks was sort of an accident after his parents had “thanks for helping me not get caught after I killed that guy” sex, and now this little boy is growing up in squalor and being beaten by his father for things like Sitting In The Wrong Out-Of-The-Way Corner Trying Not To Be A Bother To Anybody. holy fuck. this is so rough to read through you guys

wait so does Jerk Dad have a an eyeball manipulation quirk?? because he doesn’t have the wings like his son, but wth are these things??

this presumably also means that Keigo has never been to school or anything either. he basically doesn’t exist. he thinks heroes are fictional characters, he doesn’t realize that they’re real people. these are people who could help him if he could escape and find them, but he doesn’t know, and they don’t know about him

OH MY GOD HE’S JUST SITTING IN HIS CORNER HUGGLING HIS ENDEAVOR PLUSH OH MY GOD

how could this child possibly have an anti-fandom when he’s done NOTHING WRONG HIS ENTIRE LIFE. huh. just explain that to me. lol I mean I’m not looking to pick a fight with anyone, but also, MAYBE I AM, idk?? this kid has gotten me all riled up lmao

anyways, Protect Keigo 2021, and thank you Horikoshi for these three very terrible pages. I am pleased to inform you that you’ve effectively gotten your point across and you may now commence saving this kid already

YAY

oh no, Keigo’s dumbass jerk dad tried to steal a car and the popo nabbed his ass and now his mom can’t just sit around neglecting her VERY YOUNG SON all day long, oh horrors. sorry lady my tiny violin is on backorder. just imagine that I’m playing a very sarcastic song on it for you

anyway so what are you gonna do now, abandon him? I can hardly imagine he’d be worse off, if anything it might be a near-instant improvement

LMAO HE’S ALL “WAIT WHAT ENDEAVOR’S A REAL FUCKING DUDE?!”

AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US~~~~ I’M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAAAAAIT~~~~~ I’LL HOLD ONTO THE WINGS OF THE EAGLES, WATCH AS WE ALL FLY AWAAAAAAY~~~~

lol what a randomly pivotal moment in his young life. TIME TO GO MAKE THESE MEMES INTO DREAMS YOUNG ONE

anyway so his mom freaked out and grabbed him and they wound up at a train station with her TELLING HIM TO GO GET HER SOME MONEY, oh my god. SURE MOM LEMME JUST WALTZ RIGHT ON DOWN TO THE “JOBS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDS” STORE AND TELL THEM I NEED SOME CASH. ffff manifesting someone to come help him in 3... 2...

...

SIGH, JUST GO RESCUE THE PEOPLE FROM THE BUS, KEIGO. is this the outfit he was wearing when that happened?? it must be, right?? I can’t imagine them surviving more than a couple days out here unless this starts getting REALLY dark in a way I know that even Horikoshi won’t explore, so yeah. cut to the HPSC now please. never thought we’d be glad to see them. I mean sure, it may be an “out of the frying pan...” case, but good god

THANK YOU!!

and I guess it was his mom’s eyeball quirk then. anyway, whatever, see you again never, hopefully. lol oh man. thaaaat, was upsetting. need to center myself here for a sec. NAMASTE

OH YAY THE PRESENT

so we cut from Baby Hawks Angst straight to Present Day Hawks Angst, huh. not that this exhausted and traumatized lil lad isn’t still a baby to me too, I’ll have you know

BEST JEANIST, ALWAYS WITH THE JOKES

“WHEW, THOUGHT YOU DIED ON ME FOR A SEC THERE KID.” lmao. Caleb will no doubt ruin this by making his word choice all stiffly formal as usual, so I’m just going to treasure this “WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, I’M FRESH OUT OF FUCKS” version of Jeanist while I can

look at him, driving his Jeanistmobile

again, is it any wonder Kacchan was bitching about Endeavor’s dinky little car when he was used to riding around town in style like this. anyone else staring at this panel trying to figure out how this car is somehow secretly made of jeans

NOOOOO

FUCK YOU DABI LMAO. PUTTING THESE VOICE ACTORS OUT OF A JOB ONE BY ONE

anyway so Jeanist is all “GOOD THING IT’S THE FUTURE AND WE’RE SO GOOD AT MEDICAL SCIENCE” to handwave how Hawks went from one step shy of being a very handsome corpse, to sitting around texting Jeanist in a car all of two days later

OH MY GOD, AND FINALLY AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS

wait a minute. I’m so confused lmfao. soooo, was Hawks all “anyway, here’s Jeanist’s dead body, you can examine it but please don’t look at him too closely and also I’m gonna need that back unharmed.” how tf did you pull that off lmao

(ETA: also isn’t this technically confirmation of the ol’ Noumu Jeanist theory lol. I’m gonna go ahead and say it is.)

NO BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE. I unironically love reading Horikoshi’s overly convoluted “SEE IT’S NOT A PLOT HOLE” explanations

lkldslfk so wait, you’re telling me Hawks convinced Dabi and the League to put Jeanist’s body in storage, and basically just hoped they wouldn’t use him for any experiments until he could put his plan into action and have the HPSC’s people break in and find and revive him?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG. A FOOLPROOF PLAN IF I’VE EVER HEARD ONE

fff this man really asked Jeanist to risk it all to prop up his little cover story, and Jeanist was all “sure why not” omfg. anyways, thanks for recapping all of this out loud for no particular reason in your car conversation you two

LMAO NOW WHAT

TROUBLE YOU SAY? GOOD THING THE NEW NUMBER ONE HERO IS ON THE JOB THEN

okay no it’s just some random thugs strolling around terrorizing the downtown. fuck ‘em. so Jeanist is making short work of them now

uh oh

won’t come? not can’t, but won’t?? what???

WOW

well I guess that makes the local heroes A BUNCH OF SHITHEADS now doesn’t it?? jesus

and okay, serious question, if the cops are spread too thin and the heroes have literally walked out on the job, what exactly is stopping everyone from deciding to use their quirks to defend themselves, legal or not? nothing, as far as I can tell. society just got a hell of a lot more chaotic

anyway so this is an interesting panel here

man, Dabi really did pull it off, didn’t he. well anyway so here’s that better world all of the villains were wanting, you guys! isn’t it so great?? everyone’s terrified and angry and losing hope and society is inches away from collapsing into total anarchy! but hey, at least we exposed the number one hero as a hypocrite

anyway so what are these guys up to

fucking hell, he’s visiting his mom. I really wasn’t prepared to commit this much emotional energy towards reading this chapter today. BUT VERY WELL, WE PRESS ON

?? wait she’s not there?

is this supposed to explain how Dabi knew who Hawks really was? except that there’s the little matter of how he even know where to find his mother in the first place. feels like we’re still missing something there, but oh well

OH MY GOD

RHA I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I EVER SPOKE AGAINST YOU. YOU ARE A SCANLATION GROUP FILLED WITH ANGELS LMAO. I WILL TAKE THIS PANEL IN MY HANDS, AND TREASURE IT AND KEEP IT SAFE

ANYWAY, BECAUSE MY TIRED BIRD SON’S LIFE SUCKED SO MUCH ALREADY, IT TURNS OUT HE’S ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS NEW TURN OF EVENTS LOL HOW ABOUT THAT

GOOD FOR YOU BBY. YOU GO OUT THERE AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON

and in all seriousness, I love that identity he chooses -- chooses, because it actually is him making a choice now, possibly for the very first time in his life -- is “guy who helps people”, though. it really is nothing short of miraculous that he held on to that kind of optimism and desire to do good even with everything he’s been through. there were so many times he could have chosen to turn his back on the world in retaliation for the way it treated him. but he didn’t!! and here he is now, finally free, and what he wants to do with the rest of his life now is simply to help others. anyway please excuse me for a moment, I need to go find some sort of basket or a big vase to put all of my fresh new Hawks Feels in, pardonne-moi

YEAH BOIIIIII

“FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, MISTER JEANIST, WHERE DID YOU FIND YOUSELF THAT SWEETASS CAR.” hey, all I’m saying is if this boy’s wings really aren’t growing back, he’s gonna need to find himself a new means of transportation y’know?

oh my god you guys it’s a flashback to his mom buying him the Endeavor plushie when he was like two because, and I quote, ALL MIGHT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE

oh my god oh my god. my boy out here with a new lease on life finding hope in the darkest of times

wasn’t your throat supposed to be all fucked up lmao. Horikoshi was suddenly all “oh shit the VAs are gonna be pissed at me if I keep this up huh”

“that’s why Bubaigawara was such a great guy” motherfucker IT IS A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN. FORECAST SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS

:’)

yes ma’am. yes indeed. confirmed, I really will straight up fight some motherfuckers for this child. well not really, but YOU KEEP YOUR DISCOURSE OFF MY LAWN AND OUT OF MY BLOG YOU HEAR. THIS IS A HAWKS-FRIENDLY SPACE. WE RESPECT TAKAMI KEIGO IN THESE STREETS

and he’s saying (or is he thinking?? what a weirdly shaped speech bubble this is) that even if what Dabi said about the Todoroki household is true, “I’m not sure it’s the same now.” which happens to be ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. man this whole chapter really is all about saying “fuck the past” and moving forward and I am living for it

SON!!!!

“the first step is at my beginning” fklkjlk. what an iconic fucking line??

AND HIS WINGS!!!! THEY ACTUALLY ARE GROWING BACK AHHHHHHH. “PUT A RAINCHECK ON THAT CAR, JEANIST-SAN.” THE HAWKSMOBILE CAN WAIT, RIGHT NOW HE HAS TO GO INSERT HIMSELF BACK INTO THE TODODRAMA WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT

you guys. I came here ready for some BAKUDEKU HOSPITAL ANGST, and I got DIDDLY SHIT of that, and none of my other kids were even in this chapter, but!!! ASK ME IF I CARE LMAO omg. because bird son is hanging with his new best friend, and he’s out here Finding Himself and picking up the pieces and putting them back together stronger than ever because RESILIENCE HAS A NAME, AND IT’S SPELLED H-A-W-K-S, and you guys. profound, my love for this child. holy shit. hey google, play Silence by Marshmello

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