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i-just-like-goats · 3 years

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Miya Atsumu x Female Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: The Inarizaki team have all placed bets on when you and your longtime best friend Atsumu will finally get together. Kita is close to losing the bet, time for him to step in.

It is known to all students at Inarizaki High that Atsumu was a lady’s man. Sure he wasn’t a womaniser or a player, but that didn’t stop him from breaking hearts everywhere he went. His mere dismissal of a girl would lead that girl to burst into tears, straight up rejections even worse. His casual flirtatious comments did not at all help with his reputation, leading oblivious girls to believe he actually held interest in them. How wrong they were.

Whereas you. You deemed yourself nothing special. Nothing too flashy, unlike a certain someone. You didn’t stand out in a crowd, and most certainly never attempted to shine or take the spotlight. You left that to your best friend.

Miya Atsumu.

“Hey could you-“

“No.”

“Will you please put in a good-“

“No.”

The first two girls had left, their hopes crushed, you felt relieved they had gone to class until another girl replaced them and effectively disrupted your short lived peace.

“Y/N!” She said, her voice oozed with fake sweetness.

“Do I know you?” You asked bluntly.

“We sit next to each other in chemistry, silly. Don’t you remember?”

“And?”

“So I was wondering if I could ask you a favour?”

“If it’s homework we had none. If it’s class work I’ll send you my notes. If it’s anything else; leave me alone.”

“I just need you to give this little gift to At-“

“Not interested.”

With that you swiftly walked away, which left the unnamed girl open mouthed with shock. This was the daily routine you had to put up with. Reject all of Atsumu’s fan girls who approached you in order to reach him. Truth be told it was extremely tedious, but you couldn’t really complain - after all you were the one who befriended him. It was a small price to pay for being friends with him.

“Hey I was wondering if you could set me up with Atsumu?” A different girl asked.

Scratch that it wasn’t small. At all. It was a big price to pay. Very tedious. Very irritating. Very time consuming. By the time you reached your first class - English - you were already exhausted and plopped yourself into your seat.

“Don’t you look wonderful?”

“Well you wouldn’t look so hot either if you had to fight off Atsumu’s admirers in the space of one morning.”

Osamu noticed your sharp tone and held his hands up in mock surrender. You shook your head at him and started writing down what your teacher was saying.

Lunch came around and you made your way to your usual table next to your best friend.

“There’s my favourite best friend!”

All eyes were on you as you made your way to Atsumu. Some looked with contempt. Some with envy. Others with anger. All harboured ill feelings towards you. He had that certain look in his eye when you walked over to him, like you were the greatest thing in the world. His smile widened once you took the seat across from him, Atsumu’s eyes sparkled with joy as though it was his first time seeing your face again. Suna scoffed at his expression, not before taking a sneaky picture of proof about how much Miya Atsumu was whipped for Y/N L/N.

“Where were you all morning! I missed you so much,”

“I was dying,”

Silence. Atsumu tilted his head in confusion. Next to him, his twin stifled a laugh.

“Bro, your girlfriend here was busy fending off the wild animals that make up your fan club. She had no time to see your stupid face, and the last time you saw her was yesterday,”

Everyone in proximity of your table tensed up at Osamu’s words. From the table next to yours, Atsumu’s fan girls glared daggers at you.

“Yesterday was ages ago,” Atsumu whined.

“That’s what you focus on?” You ask incredulously.

Instantly Atsumu’s demeanour changed and he glanced to his left.

“Way to go Osamu, now Y/N’s on their hit list,” Atsumu said dryly.

“Well if you didn’t flirt back none of us would be in this mess,” Kita kindly passive aggressively informed his teammate.

Ever since Atsumu’s first official match, girls had been flocking to Atsumu like a swarm of bees to their queen. Every day the Inarizaki volleyball team had to deal with squealing fan girls gushing over Atsumu’s talent for volleyball, essentially distracting the players and disrupting practice. At first Atsumu shamelessly flirted back, basking in the attention, now he, as well as the others were fed up. In short, Kita was tired. Tired of the fan girls. And most importantly tired of the fact that you and Atsumu weren’t dating yet. At this rate Kita would lose the bet that Osamu and Suna had coerced him to take part in. He had bet that you and Atsumu would be dating by the end of the month, which was this Saturday, and the way things were going between you two, he’d probably have to ask you out himself for Atsumu in order to win the bet. On the other hand, Osamu bet that Atsumu would ask in their third year, Aran bet that you would actually ask instead of Atsumu and Suna bet that Atsumu would ask at the end of next month. It was decided that the losers would do what the winner wanted for a day, with no complaining whatsoever. A whole day of getting the team to do what he wants without complaints. A dream come true for Kita.

“It’s the end of the month on Saturday. Two days,” Osamu sing songed.

“So?” You asked.

“Oh, nothing,”

You dropped it and shrugged. Opposite you, Kita sent a saccharine smile towards Osamu, while the latter playfully smirked back. Kita had a plan.

Two day passed as usual, nothing significant happened; that is until the end of the second day. As usual, you made your way out of Physics with Atsumu; your best friend filled in the silence with his cheerful chatter. Unusually, Kita stood there at the end of the corridor.

“Hey cap! What brings you here?” Atsumu inquired.

Kita seemed to snap out of whatever was bothering him, for his face returned from his previous scrunched expression to his more neutral expression.

“Hm? Oh I came here to speak with Y/N. If that’s alright with the two of you?”

You nodded, though intrigued as to what Kita wanted to talk to you about, Atsumu on the other hand stayed silent. Before you left with Kita, he crushed you with a hug and sent puppy eyes at your retreating figure, walking next to his captain.

During the walk out of school grounds, Kita mentally prepared himself to convince you to ask Atsumu out, allowing both his and Aran’s plan to work, so that the pair won the bet - Kita was too engrossed in his thoughts. A while passed before you and Kita spoke; you were already halfway home before you confronted Kita.

“Kita?”

“You have feelings for Atsumu, don’t you?”

Kita panicked at your sudden dialogue and spoke the words that first came to his mind. His panic was not conveyed through his steady tone of voice. Truth be told, it was more of a statement than a question, it certainly caught you off guard. The latter half of the sentence seemed to be added hastily as though to soften the bluntness.

“What makes you say that?” You answered evenly, and turned your face away from him, a small blush settled firmly on your cheeks.

“Answering my question with a question I see,” he teased, “Everyone knows, the both of you don’t hide your feelings very well, it surprises me that you two aren’t dating yet,”

“I know he has feelings for me, I’m not an idiot, I see the way he looks differently at me and I see how he’s more clingy towards me than the others. I’m not an idiot,” you repeated.

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t know,”

“I think you do know. Idiot,”

You pouted and let out a huff.

“Fine. Fine,” you finally conceded, “I’m not an idiot but I am a coward. I guess - as cliché as it sounds - I don’t want to ruin our friendship. What if it doesn’t work out and we end on bad terms? Years of friendship would be wasted and gone in an instant. I just. I just don’t want to risk that happening,”

“What’s life without a little risk,”

At Kita’s attempt at lightening the mood, you scoffed and shook your head.

“Sorry, that was unlike me. What I meant to say was you won’t know until you try. Sure there is that possibility that the relationship may end badly and the precious friendship between you and Atsumu would probably be lost, but there is also a chance that this relationship will end happily, with no heartbreak. I can’t guarantee that everything will be peachy; obviously there’s going to be some problems along the way but knowing your stubborn personality I am confident that you will fight for you and Atsumu, because I know you care way too much for him to let him go,”

Kita’s speech surprised you, this was the most encouraging thing he had said to you. Ever. You smiled.

“Thanks Kita. I really needed that,” you said as you finally reached your house.

Kita made his way to his house, waving as he walked down the steeet. He left you with a lot to think about.

Later that evening you called Kita again, and talked until he decided that it was time to go to sleep.

That morning you walked to school with Kita in a comfortable silence. Once you reached school you spoke.

“Ok I’m going to do it,”

“Yes you will,” Kita encouraged.

Confidently you walked up to your long time best friend, then suddenly turned the other direction.

“I can’t do it,” you cried out.

Exasperatedly, Kita shook his head and forced a strained smile.

“Y/N do you want to do this or not?”

“I do,”

“Then go get him,”

“I’ll do it while we walk home,”

Anyway, the school day passed, honestly you couldn’t remember what happened, it was all a blur.

“Atsumu?” you called.

“Yup?”

“Do you want to walk home together?”

“Yes! I’m still kinda annoyed you walked with Kita, Kita of all people instead of me,”

“Sorry about that ‘Tsumu,” you replied bashfully.

With that you both made your way out of school. Little did you know Kita, Osamu, Suna and Aran followed you both from a distance. Osamu and Suna because they just wanted to go home. Kita and Aran to make sure you confessed.

“Get ready to do what we want for a day,” Kita stated.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Suna questioned.

“Kita and I formulated a plan,” Aran answered cryptically.

“Guys shut up Y/N stopped walking,” Osamu whisper shouted.

You had indeed stopped walking, leaving Atsumu to carry on walking and talking. You had been quiet the whole walk, which wasn’t unusual, as you normally let Atsumu talk, while you listened. You were just too lost in your thoughts.

“Y/N?”

Atsumu had finally noticed that you were no longer by his side.

“Hellooo. Earth to Y/N,”

“I like you,”

Atsumu was taken aback. That was not a reply he was expecting.

“I just really like your smile, your personality even though you can be quite big headed at times, I like your laugh, I just like you for you, not in the way that those girls like you for your looks and skills. I like everything about you even your flaws,”

“Whoa, for real?”

You glanced at his expression and burst out laughing.

“You look like surprised Pikachu!” you wheezed out.

Atsumu joined in with your laughter. The two of you continued laughing for several minutes.

“I like you too,” Atsumu said once both your laughter finally died down.

You turned your gaze towards his eyes. His beautiful eyes that held all the stars in the galaxy.

“That’s a relief,”

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trentaafcsblog · 3 years

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Little Miss Heartbreaker

Chapter 13 - Decision Time

You’re waking up with the world’s worst headache thanks to crying yourself to sleep and grinding your teeth in anger. Barely being able to keep your eyes open as you roll over and check your phone, the brightness from the screen making your eyes burn slightly as you look for the time. Catching sight of the date just under the clock and breathing a sigh of relief when you realise that it’s your last day here, something you never thought you’d be doing when you sat at home just a week ago. Imagining yourself having to be dragged out of St George’s Park by armed security after settling in so well and refusing to leave, but unfortunately reality makes you want to get out of here as soon as you can, and you’re already starting a mental countdown to when you can step over the threshold of the double doors for the last time, because let’s be honest, you definitely won’t be returning after this disastrous week.

Giving yourself a few minutes to come round properly before you’re fumbling around in your bag for some paracetamol and gulping them down with a swig of water. Getting undressed and throwing your clothes all over the room as you make your way into the bathroom, shivering at the slight temperature change as you reach for one of the white towels hanging on the back of the door and wrap it around your body. Huffing when you accidentally squeeze the tube of toothpaste a bit too aggressively and it ends up squirting out all over you, completely covering the bristles and decorating your body with enough toothpaste to clean at least twelve people’s teeth. Starting to wipe it off with some toilet paper before a knock at the door is interrupting you for the umpteenth time this trip. Not even caring about the state of your appearance as you peek through the glass hole at the top of the door with puffy eyes and a toothpaste-covered chest to see who the hell is paying you a visit at 7.13am. And of course, it’s one of the two boys that you haven’t managed to piss off yet - Jadon.

“Morninggg!” he sings before barging past you and drooling over your baby blue thong that’s discarded in the corner of the room.

“Morning” you say bluntly as he makes himself at home and gets all cosied up under the duvet, rubbing his hands together and staring at you with a shit eating grin.

“Gonna tell me what’s gone down then?” he smirks as you quickly dip into the bathroom to put on your dressing gown, realising that he won’t listen to a word you have to say if your boobs are spilling out over the top of your towel and your ass is threatening to pop out at the slightest movement.

“What do you mean?” you’re asking, your heart pounding in your chest because deep down you know exactly where this is about to go.

“Don’t act all innocent now, missy” he smirks. Your cheeks heating up at that little nickname. ‘Missy’. You could get used to him calling you that. No you couldn’t, don’t be so stupid, Y/N. “Marcus came down yesterday and said that you two had a little spat, and then you didn’t turn up to training so we were all just wondering what had happened. He said it was something to do with you playing everyone or something along those lines, and then he and Trent were completely ignoring each other for the rest of the day and refusing to pass the ball in training or anything” he’s saying as you take a shaky breath and realise that you’ve caused all of this. Clenching your fists as the thought of Marcus telling everyone about your little argument, not that he’d even told the full story and it probably came from his point of view, so that just makes the speculation even worse.

“It was nothing, honestly” you’re telling him as he raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘I know that’s not true’. “It was just a bit of a misunderstanding, that’s all, I don’t really want to talk about it anymore cose I’ve caused enough trouble here as it is” you say as Jadon props himself up on his elbows.

“Little Miss Troublemaker, hey?” he smirks as you roll your eyes at him, mumbling ‘more like heartbreaker’ under your breath as he giggles at your honesty.

“I’m not gonna keep pushing for answers but as long as you’re alright?” he’s saying as you nod your head and give him a small smile. “Hopefully I’ll see you before we all go but if not, then it’s been nice to get to know you and I’m sure our paths will cross again, especially since you still owe me a kiss” he winks before making his way over to the door. “I don’t owe you anything” you laugh as he steps out into the corridor, the pair of you just staring at one another for a few seconds. Wanting nothing more than to just give him what he was craving in your office the other day, particularly now you know that he’s not actually as much of a twat as he makes himself out to be, but that would just complicate things even more and you’re ninety-nine percent certain that you’ve made your mind up too, so you’re just waving at him and stepping back inside, leaving the door to close between the two of you.

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You’re just finishing packing up your suitcase when you hear someone hanging around outside your door, something brushing against it before their footsteps are disappearing off down the corridor again, leaving you stood there with a slight frown of confusion on your face. Presuming that it’s just the cleaners as you brush it off and carry on throwing your belongings into your bag, stopping to look out of the window when a series of grey Mercedes start making their way along the gravel driveway, pulling up and stopping just in front of the hedgerow that lies before the training pitches. Having to wait a few seconds before some of the boys start making their way outside, hugging each other and probably saying their classic ‘take it easy, bro’s before throwing their bags into the boot and climbing into the backseat. Breathing a sigh of relief when you see Marcus making his way over to the car at the back, a small smile appearing on your face when you realise that you’ll never have to see him again. But then he’s stopping once he’s opened the back left door. Looking up and your room and shielding his eyes from the sun so that he can hopefully get one last glimpse of you without the light interrupting. Your eyeballs almost falling out of your head as you quickly jump backwards and try to force yourself under the armchair in the corner, the thought of him driving off into the distance with the last thought of you lingering on his mind enough to make you sick, hence why you’re hiding away so that never becomes a possibility.

Eventually pulling yourself together and taking a peek outside to check that he’s not hanging around, and finally, something’s gone your way this week when you see the back of his car travelling up the road, knowing that unless he’s got extremely good eyesight, he won’t be able to see you anymore, which encourages a strange feeling of accomplishment to wash over your body. Standing and watching a few more lads head off before Jadon makes an appearance, chatting to one of the receptionists as they both laugh and joke about something before he’s being called over to one of the cars. And you’re just about to step away from the window when Dom and Trent come out behind one another, both of them saying their goodbyes to their remaining teammates before busying themselves on their phones whilst they wait for their cars to arrive. Jadon looking like he’s conveniently delaying the journey as he starts having conversations with people across the gravel, stopping between each new chat to look up at your room, and you notice Trent doing the same. Moving forward a few steps every now and then so that he can get a better look at your window, trying to make out as though he’s busy texting someone when really he’s just edging forward to get a final glimpse of you. And, it wouldn’t be a Y/N catastrophe if Dom didn’t look up as well. Doing a similar thing to Trent as he impatiently shuffles from one foot to the other, gradually making his way across the gravel in the process until he’s in a position to see your room.

The whole thing’s becoming a bit too much as you step away from the window and scan your eyes over your room one final time to check that you’ve got everything. Grabbing the handle of your suitcase and dragging behind you as you open the door, flicking the light switch off before your foot hits something beneath you - the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers, and your favourites, you’d like to point out.

You’re crouching down to push them forwards so that you and your bags can make it out of the room in one piece. Wondering who the hell has sent you these, or if they’re just a little ‘thank you’ from all of the staff, although there’s not much to say thank you for when you’ve caused a divide between the players. Rummaging through the greenery to retrieve the little white card that’s hidden away amongst it all, opening the tiny envelope and reading what’s inside.

‘Thank you so much for everything you’ve done for us all this past week, we’re so grateful and fingers crossed we’ll be able to see you again soon too, I would’ve loved to have got to know you better because I felt like we had a connection, but clearly it just wasn’t meant to be, good luck with everything, love always x’

“Shit” you’re panicking when your eyes spot his name and a poor attempt of a love heart drawn at the bottom, realising that it’s one of the boys that you’ve just been watching out of the window, not to mention the one that your heart had finally settled for after much toing and froing for nights on end.

Sprinting down the corridor with the bouquet under one arm and your suitcase being pulled along by the other, the wheels clipping the skirting board and probably ripping all the paint off as it smashes against the bottom of the wall. Shoving it with all your force as it goes tumbling down the flight of stairs at a hundred miles an hour, thankful that nobody happens to be waiting at the bottom because they would have been well and truly flattened. Eventually just deciding to abandon it half way down another corridor, along with the bouquet which is still miraculously intact, as you sprint for the double doors at the front of the building. Your heart almost pounding out of your chest through both a combination of nerves and unfitness as you frantically scan around for the person you’re looking for.

And luckily he’s the last one left waiting for his car.

“Please let us try and figure something out” you’re panting as you jog over to him, gripping onto his shirt for dear life as you bury your head in his chest. Taking him a few minutes to process what the hell’s going on as he steps back to look at you.

“Wha- I, yo-” he stutters as he tries to make sense of what you’re getting at

“I want to get to know you better too, please don’t go without realising that” you’re saying, completely out of breath as you wait for him to process what you’ve just said.

A smile appearing on his face as he nods his head and steps towards you. His hands falling either side of your face before he’s leaning in and capturing your lips with his. The kiss confirming all of the thoughts that had been swimming around your head for god knows how long now. This definitely was the man that you wanted, and although you probably spent the least time with him out of all four of the boys, there was just something that told you that he was the one. The look in his eyes reassuring you that he feels the same as he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

“I’ve picked you, Dom” you whisper as his tummy fills with butterflies. Not even needing to reply as he leans in and presses his lips against yours once again.

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Aaaahhhh! That’s the end of Little Miss Heartbreaker 🥺 thank you so much to every single person who’s taken time out of their day to read it and follow along with each chapter, it honestly means the world and I really hope you’ve enjoyed it 🥰 please let me know what you thought of the story because any feedback I receive is greatly appreciated, hopefully we’ll see Y/N again soon and we’ll get more of an insight into her life and her role within the team, but for now, her England NT adventure ends here 🤍 x

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babybakuu · 4 years

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worth it

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Cursing & mentions of death

Word count: 1721

A/N: what is up my dudes,, you asked for a part 2 to the “is that blood?” prompt and here it is. once again this is unedited bc i mfing hate editing, thank u

part 1

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Katsuki’s in the hospital. His feet are pacing back in forth in the waiting room and he’s wearing a random white t-shirt he threw on before you two left, was it yours or his? Probably yours since it’s practically ripping at the seams but he doesn’t care- shirts were replaceable and you weren’t. It’s soaked in rain and each time he glances down at the reminiscences of your blood stained on the tee, he can feel himself spiraling. What the hell was going on? How come the doctor was taking so long? How come he wasn’t getting any updates?

“Bakugou.” A familiar voice snaps him out of his thoughts and he stops dead in his tracks. “You okay? How’s (Y/N)?” Kirishima is standing in front of him with a bag filled with clothes and he’s slightly out of breath. Did he run all the way here?

“Don’t know.” He replies, his voice cracking the tiniest bit and for a minute the redhead’s heart swells at the sight. When was the last time he saw the blonde so vulnerable? At your wedding? Or when he came to him asking for help with his proposal?

“Come on, go get changed. I’ll be here if anything happens.” Kirishima’s placing a large hand on his back and slipping the bag of clothes in his hands but Katsuki? He’s hesitant. What if in those 2 minutes he was gone and the doctor comes out with the news? What if something goes unbelievably wrong? What if-

“Dude, don’t worry.” Kirishima reassures. “I’ll come running if I hear anything. Come on, get changed, you looked like you just killed a man.” Katsuki lets out a scoff mixed with the faintest bit of laughter and for a minute, as his heart is in turmoil, he looks at his friend. At least he knew someone that would have his back even if everything went to shit. “Thanks.” He mutters. His voice is soft but it’s genuine and it makes the redhead cock his head in confusion.

“What are you thanking me for?” He smiles, it's toothy, familiar and it makes Katsuki feel okay for a second. “This is my duty as a godfather and your best man.”

“Thanks.” Katsuki says a second time. He doesn’t mean to but it just slips out.

“Stop thanking me bro, it’s weirding me out.” Kirishima chuckles. “But go- shoo- take as long as you want, I’ll hold down the fort.” And just like that Katsuki’s running to the bathroom. He’s slipping off his clothes in a hurry and before Kirishima even has a moment to even take a seat- he’s back. His hair is still damp from the rain but he’s no longer covered in your blood which makes him feel the tiniest better.

But as time passes, he gets antsy. He’s sitting in the waiting room chair, his leg bouncing up and down frantically and he’s ready to pounce at any moment. But 15 minutes turn into 30, then 45, and then an hour passes and he still hasn’t heard any news. So when the doctor finally comes out though those two doors calling for a “Mr. Bakugou”, he’s fiying out of his seat no matter how physically and mentally tired he was.

“Here.” Katsuki announces, making his way to the man. Kirishima is right by his side with a face full of concern but what was with the doctor’s mannerisms? His body language? He’s standing there, nervously scratching at the back of his neck and uncomfortably avoiding eye contact. Both of their heart rates immediately pick up and the blonde digging his nails so hard into his palms he’s bleeding. He’s thinking about berating the doctor with questions- is she okay? How’s our baby? What’s wrong? But instead, Kirishima holds a hand in front of him, stopping the blonde and he let’s the doctor speak first.

“It’s her or the baby,” The doctor pauses and he’s struggling to deliver the next few words, ”we don’t have much time to make a decision. She’s in critical condition and-”

Katuski’s knees waiver. He’s struggling to even stand and he feels the room spinning. How funny was it that he could easily withstand a blow from a villain that could destroy half a city but..this? This felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out. “Hey.” Kirishima’s arm is instantly around the blonde. “You good bro?” He can’t hear him. There’s this loud high pitched noise that won’t seem to go away and suddenly his vision is blanking.

“Bakugou?” He’s leading him towards the chairs now, so he could sit, relax, and..make a decision. “Bakugou- dude.” Katsuki’s legs give out right there and then and he hits the chair with an audible thump and his face buried in his hands.

“We need to make a decision right now Mr Bakugou, she can’t-

“Just give him a fucking minute!” Kirishima growls. He didn’t mean to snap, he really didn’t but something inside him kind of just broke.

The doctor hesitantly backs away for a second and Kirishima is trying to do everything in his power to get the blonde to focus. “Katsuki!” Kirishima says the words feel foreign on his tongue but it gets his attention. “Katsuki.” He repeats, his voice is gentle this time as if he’s scared the man in front of him will shatter into a million pieces. He places his hands on either side of the blonde’s shoulders and stares him dead in the eyes. “You two already talked about this. Remember? You told me in the locker room?” Kirishima can’t let his voice crack, he has to stay strong because if the unbreakable became breakable, how would his friend feel? “So just let the doctor know and..”

“Hey Katsuki?” You’re tangled in his legs on the sofa, his arms are wrapped around your stomach, and his face buried in the nape of your neck. This is what he always wanted- fuck being the number one hero, he’d be content with this and only this.

“Hmm?” There’s a little vibration coming from his lips making you giggle and he smiles at the sound.

“Katsuki.” You repeat again after a minute. Your tone is hesitant this time and his stomach turns. “If it ever comes down to me or the baby-”

“Don’t fucking say that. Don’t ever say that-”

“It’s just an IF, don’t get your panties in a bunch.” You sigh as you give his thigh a little squeeze. He’s silent for a moment but regardless, he returns the squeeze.

“I don’t want it to come down to that.” He mutters. “It won’t ever come down to that.” His grip around your belly tightens a bit and his body tenses.

“You don’t know that but if it does..” Your hands are shaking at the thought. “Pick the baby, okay?” Your voice is firm- serious without even a hint of doubt.

“What the fuck-”

“Please don't argue with me about this. You can choose the name, you decide how we decorate the nursery, and you can spend the rest of our lives making every single decision for us. Just please..” Your voice is trembling, your lower lip is quivering, and you can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, “let me make this one. Promise me, if it comes down to me or the baby- you’ll pick the baby.”

It’s the next day now and he hasn’t slept yet. Kirishima left about an hour ago to help with a villain attack that had already destroyed downtown Japan. Or was it two hours ago? It was hard to keep track of time when the bright led lights in the hospital constantly blared. But it feels like an eternity when the doctor finally calls his name. How the hell will he keep his composure with his best friend out on the job? He takes a deep breath and chews the inside of his cheek.

“Is everything okay..doctor?” Katsuki questions while he follows him down the hall.

“Yes, everything went well.” He replies gesturing to a door. “Feel free to go in.”

So he does. The inside of his cheek is raw and bloody from the constant chewing and he feels like his knees might give out again but when he walks in the room and your face is there to greet him he feels all the stress and emotions drain out of his body.

“Fuck (Y/N).” He whispers.

You’re okay. You look tired, drained of all the energy but despite looking and feeling like shit a droopy smile is on your lips- he doesn’t even hesitate to run to your side. He’s telling you how glad he is that you’re okay, he’s telling you how much he loves you, and he’s telling you how he was so scared to lose you. But your lips part and you ask him one question that makes his blood run cold.

“Where’s the baby?”

“I..” His mouth is suddenly dry and he’s attempting to read your face. “I can live without a baby..” his voice comes out small, barely a whisper but the rest comes out firm like a statement, “but I can’t live without you.” Your smile slowly disappears from your face only to be replaced with confusion and heartbreak, his heart drops.

“Tell me you’re kidding Katsuki.” You’re hoping it’s a lie, you’re hoping he’s joking but that expression on his face doesn’t change. “But you promised!” Your voice is getting louder, harsher, and there’s tears falling from your face. “You fucking promised!”

He’s attempting to coax you and hold you but when nothing except “I’m sorry” leaves his mouth- you lose it. You’re kicking and screaming- telling him to leave and that you never want to see him again but the doctors rush in before you could even throw the vase of flowers next to your bed at him. He doesn’t fight the doctors that are ushering him out the door- instead, he sits outside, head in his hands.

Was it worth it?

Was it worth it that he traded you for your baby?

Was it worth it that you couldn’t have kids anymore?

Was it worth it that you were now off with some other man because you couldn’t stomach being around him anymore?

Yeah. It was.

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lukneetoonz · 4 years

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Ghost of You Part IV

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Summary: You were the greatest thing in Katsuki’s life…. now you’re gone.

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, graphic descriptions of medical stuff, cursing, mentions of cheating.

Word Count: 1,845

A/N: Hey everyone, so this is it, the end! I’m a little- I don’t know. I don’t condone cheating in ANY WAY, so writing this I kinda wanted something that made people happy.

NO ARTWORK POSTED IS MY OWN AND IS FOUND ON PINTEREST

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How did it all go wrong? Not even wrong, how did it go from bad to worse? You were breathing, you had a steady heart rate. How is it you can go from somewhat peaceful, to being crowded by hospital staff as they did whatever they were doing, supplies being screamed for, lights going dim, and rushed hands moving about your body. You were supposed to be okay- so why were you suddenly not okay?

Bakugou Katsuki looked into your room, time almost slowing down as his face held no emotion, he swore that even his own heartbeat started slowing down as he looked on. Kirishima tried talking to his ash blonde friend, only to be completely ignored, almost like he wasn’t even there. The flowers that were in bakugou's hand, dropped to the floor, and without another word, he started walking away.

He had gotten a bouquet of your favorite flowers, he thought maybe they’d brighten up the room a bit, maybe even hide the sterile smell. But coming back to this- it made him realise he needed to stop pretending. Even if you lived, you would never take him back. Why would you? He did the one thing he swore he wouldn’t do; break your heart.

*•*

Voices were loud and clear, they were- panicked? No, they sounded rushed. Almost like they needed to do the task at hand or something bad would happen. Everything slowly started coming back to you, and then you realized you were choking? Why were you choking? What was happening? Panicked, you started freaking out, strangled cries coming from you as you finally opened your eyes, only to be met by multiple faces staring down at you.

“Push a sedative into her IV, she’s becoming fully aware” A deep voice called for someone, before a finger was waving in front of your eyes, “Y/N, can you hear me?” You gave a meek nod, coughing as you felt something being pulled from your throat, leaving a sore feeling behind. “Good… good. Can you please follow my finger with just your eyes?” As you hacked up- god knows what, you did as you were asked and followed the gloved finger, making sure not to move your head.

“Lungs sound good, so does her heart.” You were met with relieved smiles, a couple of the people exiting the room as your bed was moved to sit up, a cup of water handed to you and you didn’t hesitate to grab it. Starting to look around, you were met with a very bleak room, and it didn’t take a scientist to figure out you were in the hospital. “Hi, Y/N? I’m Dr Deyoung, can you tell me everything you remember? I can come back if you need?”

Shaking your head, you tried speaking, only to cough and need a drink. After a minute, you opened your mouth and started speaking, your voice raspy and hoarse. “I- there were villains, wanting us to give them the information on pro hero’s. They knew we had it because we are a support agency” Slowly, you started remembering more and more, eyes going wide, you looked up and around, “Katsu- Where's katsu?”

Before you could get a response, kirishima came barging in, a thankful smile spreading across his face. “oh thank god-” Running to your side, kirishima pat your head, happy tears streaming down his face. “Thank you for not dying.” A laugh escaped you, making you slightly cough again, but you brushed it off. As happy as you were to see the red hero, you wanted to see another hero- one with ash blonde hair.

“Is he here?” Kirishima slumped, scratching his neck he avoided your gaze, “h-he was… but when he thought you were crashing he left. He hasn’t left your side though, like at all…” Nodding, you slowly processed what the redhead just told you. “I- can you tell him I’m okay? But… I don’t think he should come back… at least- for now… I need some time to think.” Kiri nodded, quickly ruffling your hair before he walked out, planning on finding his explosive friend.

Bakugou was outside sitting on a bench with his head in his hands, trying his best to get the image of you in that bed removed from his memory. He heard the running footsteps towards him, but he simply ignored them. Katsuki knew it was probably his friend, but he just wanted to be left alone, and he also didn’t want to hear how you were gone forever. Soft pants left kirishima as he sat next to the ash blonde, “She's awak-” something set Bakugou off as he heard the words he’s been waiting to hear, yet for some reason he was pulled down by kirishima.

“Let me finish…. she’s awake, but she said she needs time before she sees you. You owe her that.” That’s right… you weren’t his anymore, he wasn’t entitled the right to see you. Why did he think that when you woke up it would be like a dream and he’d get to hold you again. Katsuki took a few steps back before gulping, forcing himself to look at the ground, “I- I understand… see you later kirishima.” A hoarse whisper left the red eyed hero before walking away.

*•*

When you were released from the hospital, you went home to a small get together filled with your friends and loved ones. Even if you were out, you still had a gloomy feeling around you. You knew that you would have to talk to Bakugou at some point, because honestly you didn’t like how it ended nor did you like not having him in your life.

Bakugou was a mess, once again. His apartment was in the worst state it had ever been, he only drank alcohol, and he stopped taking care of himself. Yet he kept in mind on how you were much better without him in your life. You said you’d talk to him- but after two months, he gave up on the hope that he had. Once again you stopped talking to him, just like that you were out of his life. If it wasn’t for him stalking your social media, he would have thought you never existed…

3 Years Later

Red eyes followed your form that walked down the aisle dressed in white. Bakugou had to tear his eyes away or else he would have cried, he even might have ran up to you and kissed you right there. But he couldn’t, he could never do that to his best friend. The one that was waiting for you to say ‘I do’. Katsuki couldn’t even be upset, because kirishima asked him a million times if it was okay and apologized when the relationship started because you kissed him suddenly.

Even if Bakugou wanted to scream out and say no, tell him to back off, he couldn’t. He refused to be the cause of another heartbreak for you, plus never did the ash blonde think it would have led to this. You walking down the aisle with him standing at the altar, but merely standing behind the actual groom. As you arrived to stand before everyone, kirishima took your hands and kissed your knuckles, a shining smile on his face as you both stared at each other with love.

When the priest started talking, Bakugou toned out every word, the words now mere background noise to the nightmare he was living. “Does anyone have any objections for why these two shall not be married? Speak now or forever hold your peace” shaking out of his thoughts Bakugou looked over Kirishima's shoulder to be met by your eyes, holding an emotion he couldn’t quiet. He may have been a pro hero, one that was constantly thrown into terrifying situations, but this was the scariest thing he has ever done.

“Me. I-I object.” Bakugou never whipped around so fast to see Kaminari Denki holding his hand up. To say that the explosive hero had wide eyes would be an understatement, jaw dropping as he quickly turned his head to look at you with a confused written expression. Kirishima blushed, his face now matching his hair as he looked to the ground, scratching his neck, “I- Y/N…” as he tried to form words, he just couldn’t, Kaminari now stepping to be in front of kiri grabbing his hands. “Please… choose me. I’m begging you Eijiro, you can’t possibly sit here and say that we aren’t worth fighting for.”

Your eyes quickly scanned the two men before you as you started laughing, rubbing your hands over your face as you simply took off your heels and started walking away, “even if you said no, I’m not gonna marry you and see you unhappy Kiri… you deserve to be truly happy.” Even if you didn’t turn around, Bakugou could tell you were starting to cry, because he’s heard that tone of voice before. Kirishima tried forming words but he only looked away ashamed, “Y/N, I never meant to hurt you… I’m so sorry”

Bakugou was in such shock he didn’t know what to do, but before he decided he was already running after you, trying to reach you before it was too late. Bursting through the doors he squinted his eyes from the shining sun, blinking a couple of times to find himself laying on the ground and looking at Kirishima and Kaminari looking down at him with worried faces. “Bakugou? Can you hear me? C'mon bro you can’t not be okay, Y/N needs you.” A shaky voice that belonged to his best friend made Bakugou try and focus better, groaning as he rubbed his head.

“What the fuck is going on?” Going to sit up, Kirishima put his hand on bakugou's shoulder, “Take it easy… there was a villain with a powerful nightmare quirk and it was crazy, you wouldn’t respond to anything but passed out after an hour.” Soaking in the new information, he was confused. What the hell was he just living in?

“I need Y/N… where is she?” Kirishima laughed, shaking his head, “Don’t worry, she’s at her job. We texted her already and she said she’ll be on her way soon…” Bakugou nodded slowly, taking a deep breath in, “Good… good.” A frown appeared on the red head's face, “That villain really did a number on you huh?” The meek nod from Katsuki only made Kirishima frown harder, “It’s okay man… it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real….”

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trensu · 4 years

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Episode 48: The One where JGY and SS Host a Pity Party and Everyone Wishes They Hadn't

The show just dunks us right into yunmeng bro feelings again

jc's all should i get on my knees and thank you?

and wwx is like i never wanted your thanks

and now jc is just spilling his insecurities all over the place

Blah wwx was always better than him blah blah everyone liked wwx more blah blah DADDY ISSUES blah blah blah

and wwx just looks more and more hurt as all this bitterness is pouring out of his little brother 😞

i mean even jl was like hey uncle, maybe don't do that???

lwj is glaring at jc the whole time ofc

and jc gets so mad he tries to start a physical fight EVEN THO HE HAS A GAPING STAB WOUND IN THE CHEST

which is actually quite hilarious if you ignore how utterly heartbreaking the yunmeng bros relationship is

thankfully jl and lxc hold him back (not that he could've gone very far bc again GAPING STAB WOUND)

and ofc lwj has to throw in his two cents

lwj: clan leader jiang. Discretion

oh lwj, a man of few words

Oh no, ohno, oh nooooo, jc’s starting on their oath oh god

“YOU SAID THAT I WOULD BE THE CLAN LEADER AND YOU WOULD BE MY SUBORDINATE. YOU WOULD ASSIST ME FOR LIFE”

“SO WHAT IF THE TWIN JADES OF GUSU ARE THERE. WE WERE THE TWIN HEROES OF YUNMENG”

*GROSS SOBBING*

CAN I TOO GET A GAPING STAB WOUND IN THE CHEST BC I'M PRETTY SURE THAT WOULD HURT LESS

OH GOD WWX'S EYES ARE ALL RED

"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING. YOU TREAT ME LIKE A LITTLE FOOL."

OH THIS HURTS SO MUCH

that last bit, tho. i can't even hold that against him bc wwx DID lie to him. he DID neglect to trust him and his judgement.

he took jc's choice away and made it for him, and that's not cool.

and, like, i get it, I do bc i would probably want to do the same thing wwx did if i were in a similar situation with my own siblings

BUT STILL

jc: shouldn't i hate you? can't i hate you?

WHICH REALLY JUST TELLS ME THAT HE DOESN'T HATE WWX

HE WOULD NOT BE THIS TORN UP, THIS TEARFUL MESS, IF HE DIDN'T STILL LOVE HIS BROTHER AND WANT HIM BACK

this whole time jc is inching towards wwx, getting closer and closer until he's close enough to punch him if he wanted

Jc does make a sudden sharp movement towards wwx

Which obvs has lwj jolting forward to protect wwx

But wwx IMMEDIATELY puts a hand on lwj's knee

jin ling darts forward to hold his uncle and is like, hanguang jun, my uncle's hurt!!

BC JC IS THE ONLY NOT EVIL AND/OR DEAD FAMILY HE HAS LEFT

AND EVEN JL KNOWS THAT LWJ IS SO VERY WILLING TO HURT ANYONE WHO HURTS WWX

I AM HAVING TOO MANY EMOTIONS

jc's angry and hurting and is like i'm not afraid of lwj, come at me bro

lwj GLARES at him, brow furrowed and mouth pinched

jc: why? why wwx? why didn't you tell me?

oh god, he's not even yelling anymore, he's just fucking crying and i'm crying and there's just wet icky tears everywhere

wwx takes a shuddery breath and tells him it's bc he didn't want to see him like this

JC: you said i would be clan leader and you would be my subordinate. you would assist me for life. you'd never betray the jiang clan. you said it yourself

HE'S NOT YELLING. HE'S NOT EVEN ANGRY

his voice is weak, and shaky, and weepy and he's just so, so hurt

AND I'M A SOBBING MESS

and wwx swallows passed the lump in his throat but his voice still sounds a bit raw when he speaks

wwx: i'm sorry. i broke my promise.

FUCK

FUCKING HELL

MY YUNMENG BROS

jc: we've reached this point. i don't need your apology now. i'm not that delicate

STFU JC, YOU BALD-FACED LIAR, "NOT THAT DELICATE"

YOU'RE AS MUCH OF A SOBBING WRECK RN AS I AM

GET A THERAPIST JC

"NOT THAT DELICATE" I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE IS WHAT I'M GONNA DO. GOD. NOT THAT DELICATE

JC: i'm sorry

*sobsobsobsob* MY YUNMENG BROS

wwx: don't apologize to me. that's what i owed the jiang clan.

here wwx closes the distance between them to place a hand on his brother's arm

HUG HIM GOD DAMN IT, LET MY YUNMENG BROS HAVE A PROPER HUG

wwx: as for this matter, please don't keep it in your heart.

and he goes on to say smth like i know you probably won't let go, but it's water under the bridge, that was all stuff that happened in my past life

AND THEN HE REACHES UP AND GENTLY WIPES AWAY JC'S TEARS WITH HIS THUMB

AND GIVES HIM A SWEET LITTLE SMILE

AND I'M DYING. MY HEART HURTS SO MUCH I'M DYING

I SHOULD'VE KEPT A BOX OF TISSUES NEAR ME, MY SLEEVES ARE ALL SNOTTY AND DISGUSTING NOW, DAMN IT ALL

AND THAT WAS ONLY THE FIRST 10 MIN OF THE EPISODE WTF

I’VE BEEN REDUCED TO A SNIFFLING WEEPING MESS IN 10MIN FLAT WTF

yunmeng bro moment ends (thank god) and we cut to the next scene where nhs is oh so conveniently regaining consciousness

now all the diggers are screaming to remind us that oh yeah, there's like Plot Stuff here, it's not just about the yunmeng bros

ss gives jgy some meds bc he's hurt or smth, who gives a damn

our boys follow jgy back to the dig site for Plot Reasons

and SURPRISE!! we have nmj's no-longer-headless dead body!!

lwj and wwx look at each other like WTF??

oooooh boy, nhs gave jgy the dirtiest look

wwx is being Clever again and pointing out Plot Relevant Things

ss gets all offended and holds wwx at sword point

but there's lwj with bichen in its scabbard, one step in front of him and ready to block anything ss sends their way bc lwj is not gonna let wwx get hurt if he can help it

ss is all like wwx you set him up! And wwx’s face is like, i aint even bovvered

wwx: i'm saying this with all modesty, but if i were the one who set him up, i'm afraid he wouldn't have just gotten one arm hurt

HOT DAMN

LOVE MY SUNSHINE BOY

and here my sunshine boy is being all Clever again and laying out all the facts and explaining how there's a 3rd party involved in all this

LOLOLOL HE'S REALLY PLAYING THIS UP FOR JGY TOO

he's like, there might be a predator behind you, the guy who's been spying on you this whole time...HE MIGHT NOT EVEN BE HUMAN

oh wwx, so Dramatic™

but hey it's working bc jgy looks spooked as hell

LOLOLOL

HE SEES JGY START FREAKING OUT AND HE LOOKS OVER TO LWJ AND GRINS AT HIM LIKE, HEY LAN ZHAN, SEE WHAT I DID, LOL, I SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF THIS LOSER, DID YOU SEE?

oh, now wwx and jc are bound by the wrists but not lwj, for some reason?

Which, rude, why deny lwj the chance to be tied up? Let him try new experiences! What if he likes to be tied up?

NOW HE’LL NEVER KNOW BC YOU DIDN’T LET HIM TRY IT

jgy and ss have a moment that i don't care about but i have to mention it

bc RIGHT AFTER we see our precious beautiful sunshine boy lean WAY into lwj's space to talk shit about them

like, seriously, just a couple inches more, and wwx would be resting his cheek on lwj's shoulder

IT'S WONDERFUL AND I WISH HE'D GET EVEN CLOSER

shockingly, lwj is NOT as distracted as i would be having wwx that close

bc he's studying ss and SUDDENLY SEES HE'S GOT THE HUNDRED-HOLES CURSE ON HIM

which btw, EWW?? THAT'S THE GROSSEST THING EVER

I REALLY WISH THEY'D STOP SHOWING IT SO MUCH BC IT MAKES MY SKIN CRAWL

he tells ss to turn around to get a better look and wwx sees it too!! he's like, IT WAS YOU!!!

and for the audience's benefit, nhs goes to lxc and is all what's going on???

lxc and jc gives some exposition about blah blah blah stuff we know about already

amidst all this we keep getting shots of wwx looking stunned and hurt (but still oh-so-beautiful)

wwx: jgy, i didn't do anything against you back then. we were not even that familiar. you wanted to kill jzx. why did you push that on me?

HE LOOKS SO HURT AND ANGRY AND CONFUSED BC WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE HIM? WHY DID JGY HAVE TO USE HIM??

and lwj is watching wwx while he shouts this and god how can he stand watching his soulmate be hurt over and over and over again?? HOW DOES HE COPE?

jgy does a mini Rant of Evil Explanation and ss does a rant about classism

which, if said by literally anybody else, i'd say hm, yes, you have a point

but bc it's said by ss, a spineless coward who never takes responsibility for his own actions, i'm like STFU SS

omg lolololol

ss: would i have been swept out of lan clan like a pile of leaves [if I were highborn]??

AND ICE PRINCE LWJ ANSWERS ALMOST BEFORE SS COULD FINISH ASKING

lwj: Yes.

AND THEN HE LOOKS SS DEAD IN THE EYE

lwj: betrayers won't be tolerated by the lan clan

HELL FUCKING YEAH

YOU WEREN'T KICKED OUT BC YOU WERE LOW-BORN, SS

YOU WERE KICKED OUT BC YOU'RE A TRAITOROUS COWARD

and like, i need to point out that lwj is sitting cross legged on the ground right now (along with wwx, ofc) and ss is standing over him while ranting

and YET, the way lwj holds himself and the way he speaks, does in no way indicate that he's at a disadvantage here

dude's unflappable. JADE OF LAN, INDEED

ss is like i am so sick of your condescending attitude

then he's like just bc i made that one little mistake you could never forgive me!!

FUCKING EXCUSE ME???

LITTLE? LITTLE MISTAKE???

HOW MANY PEOPLE DIED BC OF YOU SS?

HOW MANY DIED BC YOU BETRAYED THEM??

ss continues to rant and starts to go off his rocker

and then wwx starts to laugh but it's not a happy laugh

it is, in fact, a laugh very similar to the laugh we heard in The One where the Moonlit Rooftop Betrays Us

ss is like, what's so funny???

wwx: nothing. i just didn't expect...

AND HE'S GETTING TEARY HERE EVEN AS HE LAUGHS

WWX: i didn't expect you to get so many people killed just for...just for this

HE LOOKS SO DISILLUSIONED

MY POOR PRECIOUS SUNSHINE BOY

THE WORLD KEEPS DISAPPOINTING HIM

omg i want to RING JGY'S NECK WITH ZIDIAN

HE'S GETTING ALL UP IN WWX'S FACE

TELLING HIM THAT NO MATTER HOW KIND OR CHIVALROUS HE IS, HE WILL ALWAYS BE BLAMED FOR ANY BAD THING THAT HAPPENS, THAT NO ONE WILL EVER BELIEVE OR TRUST HIM

FUCK YOU JGY I HATE YOU SO MUCH

MY POOR SUNSHINE BOY IS TREMBLING WITH RAGE

bc he knows it's true. ppl really ARE always going to suspect the yiling patriarch.

oooh, jc just defended his brother! sort of.

But it has the unfortunate side effect of drawing jgy’s attention

so now jgy is cutting into jc

god jgy talks a lot. stfu jgy.

wwx has been teary eyed on and off this entire episode so far but hasn't actually cried

but jgy is now belittling all of jc's work, all the effort he put in to rebuilding lotus pier, implying that he wouldn't have been able to do if not for wwx

and that's the breaking point, that's what makes wwx finally shed a tear.

lwj is watching wwx, as always, and sees wwx cry

he must feel utterly helpless

ooooh, MY CLEVER SUNSHINE BOY

EVEN AMIDST ALL THIS TERRIBLE EMOTIONAL PAIN, HE PICKED UP ON JGY'S TRIGGER WORD(S)

wwx: just a "son of a whore" made you talk so much

oooh jgy tries to leave but wwx stops him in his tracks by asking him how he killed nmj

and then he's like "aren't you afraid?"

CHILLS, MAN, I'M GETTING CHILLS AT HOW HE DELIVERS THIS

SO CALM, COOL AND COLLECTED YET TINGED WITH A THREAT

jgy: afraid of what? (lol he whirls around angrily like the Drama queen he is)

wwx leans forward and looks him dead in the eye

wwx: afraid of him coming back to you

AND THE SMIRK HE WEARS

THAT'S THE SMIRK OF THE YILING PATRIARCH

He smirks and leans back against the pillar, all easy and relaxed while jgy looks freaked the fuck out

and then

THEN

WWX STARTS TO WHISTLE

RESENTFUL ENERGY COMES IN TO STROKE AT JGY'S ARM ALL MENACINGLY

I'M GETTING CHILLS ALL OVER

THIS IS SUCH A BADASS MOVE ON WWX'S PART

and also, holy shit do i enjoy those close up shots of wwx's eyes and his beautiful beautiful lips

the sound team did a great job making those whistles sound super eerie, btw

i can't get over how cool and confident wwx looks here

he's not worried or bothered AT ALL, this is him doing what he does best

Wait, do i have a competency kink…?

LOL JGY JUST GOT BITCHSLAPPED BY RESENTFUL ENERGY, LOVE IT

wwx has stopped whistling now, which is unfortunate bc that means no more extreme close-ups on wwx's gorgeous features

jgy: yiling patriarch, you're worthy of your title, aren't you?

YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT HE IS!

Okay yeah, i guess i have a competency kink now, THANKS A LOT WWX

FUCKING SU SHE JUST TRIED STABBING WWX

LWJ TO THE RESCUE, HELL YEAH

OUR MAN HANGUANG JUN LEAPS TO HIS FEET AND NOT ONLY BLOCKS THE STRIKE

HE FREAKING SLICES SU SHE'S WEAK ASS SWORD IN TWO

THEN FOLLOWS UP WITH A SLICE AT SU SHE'S WRIST

I LOVE YOU HANGUANG JUN

Lwj calmly goes over to wwx and slices off the ropes that were keeping his wrists tied and does the same to jc

wwx goes up to jgy (who's held at sword point by lxc) and calmly takes his weapons

wwx: jgy, hand it over. it's not of much use in your hands.

with a deceivingly dainty clink, Plot Device 3 rolls out of jgy's sleeve and into his hand

then he lets it fall to the ground bc he's a petty bitch that way

we get to see wwx being all Smart Detective and revealing just how long jgy has been planning all this

jgy’s all like even between me and xy we could only create Plot Device 3 half as powerful as Plot Device 2

LOLOL THAT'S BC THE TWO OF YOU ARE WORTHLESS HACKS.

WWX HAS MORE SKILL AND TALENT IN HIS PINKY FINGER THAN THE BOTH OF YOU COMBINED

man there's a lot of Plot Exposition happening and lxc is having Feelings about it.

DON'T FUCKING LOWER YOUR SWORD LXC WHAT ARE YOU DOING

look lxc, i don't mean to sound cruel or heartless or whatever, but omg i do NOT CARE about your complicated Emotions right now

NOT WHEN IT'S GIVING JGY THE OPENING TO MANIPULATE AN ESCAPE

jgy is now being like "oh, i was wrong" and acting all pitiful and TOTALLY PLAYING LXC FOR A FOOL (AGAIN)

wwx: hey, jgy, can't we stop talking? let's just fight? can we just start killing each other?

LOLOLOLOLOL

HE TOTALLY SAW THAT JGY WAS MANIPULATING THE SITUATION AGAIN AND IS LIKE, NOPE, NOT DOING THAT AGAIN

LESS WORDS MORE SWORDS PLZ

LIKE, MY BOY IS JUST DONE. HE IS DONE WITH THIS. LET'S GET TO THE FIGHT NOW THX.

jgy ignores this and keeps talking to lxc AND OMG WWX'S FAAAAACE IS CRACKING ME UP

GOD WORDS ARE NOT GONNA DO IT JUSTICE

HE JUST LOOKS AT JGY FOR A SECOND LIKE, SRSLY BRO? BEFORE ROLLING HIS EYES AND SCRUNCHING UP HIS EYEBROWS LIKE "CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE THIS GUY, JFC"

IT'S SO FREAKING FUNNY OMG

meanwhile jgy continues to throw a pity party that no one likes and the episode ends

There really wasn’t much wangxian time in this episode, fucking jgy and ss decided to HOG ALL THE SCREEN TIME, THOSE PATHETIC WHINY ASSHOLES

but we got a lot of Yungmeng Bros which was painful but waaaay better than anything jgy or ss has to offer

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql

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chilling-seavey · 4 years

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Nothing Revealed/Everything Denied (c.s.) - Chapter Nine

A/N Totally forgot this novella existed ngl. Anyway, this chapter was sorta fun to write because I love the angst 😛 What do you think Christian should do??

“Smoothies all around.”

Michelle set the takeout tray on the table and the small group thanked her as they took a cup each and passed the rest around. The main ‘characters’ were gathered around the conference table again with the set director stood by the projector to go through the walkthrough of the set location in regard to the directions on the script. Christian was placed between Dean and Tom, sharing a small bashful smile with Michelle from across the table where she sat with the director and the other more cooperate staff.

She looked beautiful that day – at least that’s what Christian thought – and after their situation from Oscar’s birthday party a few nights before, he could hardly look at her without blushing. He felt like he was in high school again. Funny, he was more nervous about being in the same room as Michelle than he was sitting between two of Hollywood’s best actors.

The meeting started and the rendering and areal photographs of the trenches that were being built were scanned through on the large TV. It was truly impressive and Christian tried to pay attention, he really did, but he kept stealing glances at Michelle from across the table, having to force himself to look forward and focus.

How was he supposed to pay attention when all he could focus on was the memory of her lips on his and her hands on him like it was natural? Like it was supposed to happen?

Christian didn’t mean to, but he had completely zoned out for the entire meeting and he was startled back down to reality by the snap of the set designer’s briefcase closing. He sat up straighter and looked around as everyone started to pack up, awkwardly shuffling his papers together to make himself look busy. Had it been an hour already?

He managed to sneak out without anyone asking him any questions about what they just covered, thankful to avoid any further embarrassment.

“Come on, Christian.” he mumbled to himself as he got in the elevator alone, pressing the button for the parking garage. “Get your head out of the fucking clouds.”

“Wait up!”

He habitually stuck his hand in the door to keep it from closing and Michelle rushed in to join him, offering a wide smile and a breathless, “Hey!”

“Hi.” Christian smiled back, his heart racing in his chest just from looking at her.

“Did you like the sets so far?”

Her grin was nothing but proud and hopeful and Christian cleared his throat nervously before nodding, “Yeah. They looked really good.”

The five seconds of them he remembered.

“I got to sketch it out for them myself, can you believe that?” Michelle sighed, shaking her head, hugging her bag to her chest through her smile. “I swear I fell asleep and this has all just been one huge dream.”

“Me too.” Christian whispered, eyeing her discreetly before taking a deep breath and focussing on the elevator numbers ticking down to the lobby.

He was waiting for her to bring up the party; how it was a mistake, how she didn’t really feel like that, how she was just another girl that didn’t like him like that. But she didn’t, simply standing next to him quietly with a calm smile on her face. It was almost worse. Was she pretending that it didn’t happen?! Christian’s mind was going a mile a minute to try and wrap his brain around it himself, the silence lingering between them.

The elevator doors dinged as they opened to the lobby and Christian went to let out a small sigh as that was her stop and she would be gone to let him stew alone. Except she turned to him first, grabbing his arm, and pulled him in for another kiss that was over before it even started and she was rushing out into the lobby, her grinning cheeks a furious pink.

Christian stumbled a moment as he stood up straight and the doors slid closed again, leaving him alone in the elevator with his love-sick mind a bit woozy.

Tyler was home when he returned and Christian headed into the backyard where he heard the music playing. His older brother was grilling in the back in shorts and a baseball cap, Kobe snoozing on the stone walkway.

“Hey.” Christian called, making the dog’s ears perk up and he rushed over to greet him with eager yaps.

“Hey. How was the meeting?” Tyler asked.

“Oh…fine.” Christian shrugged, bending down to pet the dog.

“Just fine? You were looking forward to it this morning.”

“Yeah. Just…I…” Christian laughed nervously as he stood back up and joined his brother at the grill.

“What’s with your goofy smile?” Tyler narrowed his eyes at him.

Christian bit back a smile as he picked up the fork resting on the plate beside the grill and tapped it nervously against the wood, “Nothing.”

“Nothing my ass. You look about as guilty as Kobe after he pooped on Daniel’s rug. What did you do?” Tyler pressed, flipping over the chicken he was cooking.

“So…you remember the writer, right? The one I’ve been practicing lines with and stuff?”

“And going for lunch with and visiting the C4 house with? Yes.” Tyler’s lips turned up at the corner in a small smirk.

“Yeah…well…we kinda kissed on Saturday. And today.”

“Kinda kissed?” Tyler raised an eyebrow at him. “How do you kinda kiss?”

Christian sighed deeply, slightly embarrassed, and ruffled a hand through his hair, “Okay, we kissed a lot on Saturday. And once today.”

“Did you sleep with her?”

“No! Tyler! Oh my gosh.”

“Because you can’t get involved with your co-workers.”

Tyler’s sudden serious tone made Christian’s cheeky smile falter and he dropped his gaze to the fork in his hand, tapping it once against the plate as his eyebrows furrowed.

“This is your first big gig, Chris.” Tyler continued. “And based on how you came back here from that meeting something tells me you’re spending more time with this writer than with her script.”

“No.” Christian shook his head gently. “We’ve been working together on it. She’s been helping me.”

“What was your meeting about today?”

“Trenches. Sets.”

“And?”

Christian hesitated a moment, “The script. And the sets.”

Tyler sighed, closing the lid of the grill and set the thongs on the plate, “Listen to yourself, Chris. What the hell are you doing?”

“Do you not want me to have a girlfriend or something?” Christian snapped. “Because I found a girl who actually likes me and now you’re telling me that I can’t be with her or something?”

Christian was usually the level-headed brother but under the judging stare of his eldest brother, he always felt like his buttons were being pushed.

“Christian, holy shit, bro.” Tyler laughed. “Relax. You don’t need to date the first girl that gives you the slightest bit of attention. You always do that and end up laying in bed listening to your ‘Sad Songs’ playlist on repeat when she doesn’t feel the same way. You rush things, Chris. That’s just who you are. You rush things and get yourself hurt and, as your older brother, I seriously gotta put my foot down here because a lot more than heartbreak is on the line. This is your career, Christian. Your career as an actor that you have dreamt about since you were like six. A real actor, bro. You can’t be standing here telling me about this girl down to the colour socks she was wearing today but can’t tell me a single thing about the meeting you were at.”

Christian scoffed, dropping the fork onto the plate with a clank and he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“I’m not saying this to be an asshole. This is reality. If you fuck this up, your career will be done for. You need to be putting every single ounce of concentration and passion into this movie and this character. How do you think Daniel got where he is? Spending hours and full nights practicing his music until one of us had to yell at him to shut up at 2am. And when he started touring, he only practiced harder to make it where he wanted to be; he didn’t get caught up with any relationships except for his band mates and his family. He had his priorities where he needed them to make it big.”

“Yeah, I fucking know how Daniel made his dreams come true.” Christian snapped loudly, making Kobe’s ears perk up with the sudden volume. “I know he’s the successful one and the attractive one and mom and dad’s pride and fucking joy. You don’t need to tell me!”

“Oh, come on, Chris.” Tyler sighed. “Don’t turn it into that.”

“Turn it into what? It’s the truth! If it wasn’t for him I’d still be living with mom and dad in their guest room!” Christian yelled, throwing his hand out towards the million dollar house behind him. “I’d still be driving my 2001 Honda that breaks down if you breathe too hard! I know that all my ‘fans’ are only here because of him! I fucking know, Tyler!”

Tyler stayed quiet, watching his younger brother carefully as his cheeks flushed red with anger and his chest heaved with emotional breaths.

Christian ran both hands through his hair and took a few steps back before continuing softer now, “I finally have something that I got on my own. She found me to be her actor through my college reels. This is my doing. Mine. Not Daniel’s. For once, it’s not fucking about Daniel. It’s me.”

The oldest two brothers stared at each other silently for a moment.

Tyler nodded once, opening the grill up again, “So don’t fuck it up.”

“I won’t.” Christian mumbled, taking one last glance at him before turning towards the house.

He’d be damned if he messed up his one big break because of a haphazard half drunk kiss.

#christian seavey #christian seavey fanfic #daniel seavey #tyler seavey #why dont we #fanfic #writing #🎞

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hyunjin-bun · 4 years

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The Good Mistake {Bokuto x Akaashi and Kuroo x Kenma}

synopsis: Where Akaashi and Bokuto have to come to terms with how they feel and Kuroo and Kenma have to discover their feelings.

pairings: Bokuto x Akaashi and Kuroo x Kenma

genre: FLUFF! (or at least trying to be) crack (but like it wasn’t supposed to be that’s just what happened) mutual pining some light angst here and there.

warnings: Swearing if there are anymore you think i should add just dm me.

note: oh my god guys. Idk what to tell you just that this chapter is MASSIVE. Its over 4k words😲 and not my intention but i just couldn't find it in my heart to split this one up. Uhm so its the second last chapter and I’m honestly really proud of this one so hopefully ya’ll like it👀

If you’d like to be tagged just send me an ask (or a message if you feel to awkward with asks cos same👀💛) Enjoy!💕

I Missed You

Kuroo woke up with a start as his alarm on his phone blared. It was Monday and time to get ready for work. Turning around to switch his alarm off he remembered Kenma breaking down in his arms last night. And looked back to his other side and saw Kenma right where he’d left him. His eyes, although closed, were still puffy around the edges. Otherwise, he seemed peaceful.

It made Kuroo’s heartbreak because he knew how important last night was for both of them but he wouldn’t be able to spend the day with Kenma. He didn’t want to wake him up but also didn’t want to leave without a word. He carefully untangled himself and walked towards Kenma’s pc, which was still on. He opened a new document and typed out a note knowing Kenma would go to his computer first.

I don’t know when you’ll wake up but I will most likely be at work when you do, and I felt that leaving without saying anything would be wrong. But Kozume, I will try to get home as soon as possible this evening because I really feel that I need to talk to you. So be ready at about six and we can go out tonight like we used to. See you then.

,Tetsurou <3

After finishing the note, he got up, grabbed his phone, and closed the room as quietly as possible.

Only to walk straight into Bokuto. “Jesus Bo,” he whispered harshly while reeling back slightly. He let out a sigh as he closed his eyes rubbing the sleep off his face. “Wow, I’m sorry I have to go to practice early. Where you with Kenma the whole night, what happened?” Bokuto said with a questioning look.

He wouldn’t have been so curious if Kuroo hadn’t confided in him all the emotions he had been feeling for Kenma that one night the both of them got unnecessarily drunk and the other two boys had gone to bed early. “No no nothing happened we just haven’t spent a lot of time with each other recently so we watched some movies and caught up that’s all,” he said as he walked passed Bokuto to go get ready in his room.

Bokuto caught put his hand on his shoulder to keep him from moving further, “Look Kuroo, I have a feeling that you should say something to Kenma. I’m sure you’re scared of what it would entail between the two of you but you gotta take that leap bro.” Kuroo looked back at him and nodded slowly, “Thanks Bo, I’m thinking about it.” He started walking away as he remembered what he would be doing that evening. “Oh and I’ll be taking Kenma out tonight after work so we probably won't be home until quite late.”

Bokuto smiled at that, “That’s great dude! Okay well, I’m taking Keiji out for dinner tonight so we’ll probably be leaving the house after you fetch Kenma.” Kuroo nodded thanks and went to take a quick shower. He then grabbed his bag as well as all the documents he needed and left for work hoping that his day wouldn’t be too long.

<----->

The sun was fully up and shining intensely through his window when Kenma woke up. The air around him felt empty as he noticed the absence of Kuroo. He sat up as he remembered it was Monday so he probably woke up early to leave for work. He flopped back down onto his bed breathing in the scent of Kuroo mixing with his. It was intoxicating and sweet and he instantly missed the warmth that was next to him not so long ago.

His eyes felt heavy and he had a slight headache. It had been an exhausting evening the night before trying to keep himself from doing anything stupid with Kuroo but he broke in the end and nearly fucked it up. After touching Kuroo’s face causing him to wake up, he panicked and just broke down, but even then, as he was falling apart, Kuroo held him and it felt like all the pieces of the puzzle that made up Kenma were glued together. He felt safe in Kuroo’s arms. Safer than he’d ever felt.

Deciding that maybe taking a shower would help with the slight headache and the puffiness of his face he got up slowly. He looked toward his pc and noticed a document open. He didn’t remember opening one the night before so he went towards it and noticed a short paragraph, it was from Kuroo.

He read the note over and over again and kept freezing at the heart Kuroo put after his name. He wanted Kenma to be ready at six so they could go out and talk. What could Kuroo possible want to talk about tonight?

Kenma started to get worried and figured Kuroo had realised what the problem was and was just trying to find a way to let him down easily. The time was 12 pm so he had a few more hours to psyche himself up for what was going to happen.

<----->

The day moved agonizingly slow for Kuroo, but finally, after he finished some filing his boss said it was okay for him to go at ten to six. Kuroo groaned in frustration as he got into his car. It took 15 minutes to get back to their apartment, that’s if he was lucky and there was no traffic. As he got onto the highway he switched his radio on to have some music in the background to calm his nerves at least a little. He thanked his lucky stars as he saw there was no traffic.

He looked at his watch and noticed he was five minutes late already so opting to not make Kenma wait any longer than he had to he decided against going inside to change. He loosened his tie and threw it into the back of his car and unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt which helped cool him down while his heart raced a mile a minute.

He pulled up in front of their apartment building but there was no sign of Kenma. He hadn’t messaged him or gotten confirmation if he even wanted to go or not so he decided to send him a message.

Kuroo: Hey, I’m waiting outside. Do you wanna go out tonight? It's okay if you don’t

His palms started sweating as he expected Kenma to say no. He sighed with relief as a notification popped up.

Kenma: I do, I’m coming.

His response was short and simple but it made Kuroo’s stomach burst with butterflies. He smiled and couldn’t stop. He put his phone into the console and got out to stretch his legs for a couple of seconds and take off his blazer.

He heard the buzzer of the door to the building and looked up to see Kenma stumbling down the steps towards the car.

Kenma looked up at him looking almost defensive. Kuroo smiled at him hoping to ease him up a bit, “You ready to go Kenma?” Kenma looked at him almost annoyed, “I’ve been waiting since six so I guess so.” He said as he opened the car door and Kuroo laughed at the playful rudeness.

Kenma hopped into the passenger seat and Kuroo got into the drivers. “Okay so, what do you wanna do first?” he said as he buckled his seat belt.

“I thought you had something already planned,” Kenma looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I mean, I don’t I kinda just wanted to do things you want to I guess,” Kuroo said as he shrugged his shoulders.

Kenma sighed as he put his legs up on the dash, “Okay well, I’m kind of hungry I guess.” Kuroo praised his choice because he was practically starving; the last time he ate was a quick sandwich he bought from the café down the road from his work.

Starting the car, he drove to their favourite restaurant, which was not very far from where they stayed. As they got out of the car it gave Kuroo a moment to notice Kenma’s appearance, he was wearing an obnoxiously bright yellow hoodie and black sweatpants. His hear was tied back in a low messy bun. Some strands of hair were too short to fit so they just hung loosely and almost angelically framed his face.

It was a bit chilly out so Kuroo grabbed the spare sweater he kept in his car. Now he looked somewhat less formal.

Kenma shivered as the walked up the path to the restaurant. He almost thought that the air around them would be awkward and uncomfortable but as per usual with Kuroo he somehow managed to put Kenma at ease. Every time.

This time it was the smile he got from Kuroo as he walked to the car earlier. It relieved some of the anxiety that had started to build up in the pit of his stomach. They got a booth almost at the back of the restaurant and Kenma couldn’t help but feel like he was on a date with Kuroo but he knew it was anything but that.

It felt very private sitting where they were sitting. Kenma liked it like this. He watched as Kuroo sat down and opened the menu to pick something. Kenma mirrored him even though he knew what he’d be getting. They ordered their drinks and food at the same time and the waiter left.

Kuroo put his elbows up on the table and balanced one hand under his chin looking at Kenma, “You wanna talk about what happened last night or not now?” Kenma placed his hand on the table trying to seem more open. He didn’t want Kuroo to think he’d keep being defensive. “I don’t think I’m quite ready to talk yet Tetsu.”

Kuroo huffed out a small chuckle and smiled at him, “That’s okay we can build up to it, what did you do today?” Kenma started to relax as he recounted probably his most boring day ever. He wasn’t really in the mood to stream because he knows his fans would have noticed how anxious he was and he wasn’t up to answering the questions they would throw at him so he’d basically sat and played games.

Kuroo looked almost sympathetic, “Why didn’t you feel up to streaming?” Kenma shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess it’s the same reason for last night.” Kuroo nodded and was about to say something when the waiter arrived with their order. While eating he listened carefully as Kuroo told him about how boring his day was too and how it went by so slowly because he was looking forward to tonight. This surprised Kenma. What was Kuroo so excited about?

He decided asking won't kill anyone except maybe his will to live. “Wha-Kenma why wouldn’t I be excited? We haven’t hung out like this in a long time and well,” he paused and couldn’t help the blood rush up to his cheeks, “Well I missed you Kenma.”

Kenma was taken aback at how forward Kuroo was being. Of course, they’d been forward with each other in the past about certain small things but never about each other. He felt a glimmer of hope in his heart at this.

Kuroo was worried if he’d said too much because of the look of surprise on Kenma’s face. Kenma looked down at his food and mumbled just loud enough for Kuroo to hear, “Well I’ve missed you too.”

Kenma looked back up to see Kuroo practically beaming, and Kenma couldn’t help but smile at him in return as his ears burned. They continued to eat in comfortable silence.

Kenma was nearly finished with his sushi when Kuroo asked what he wanted to do next. “Mmn no I chose the first thing, it's your turn now,” Kenma said after gulping the last bit of food down. Kuroo just smiled at him, “okay fine.” He didn’t say anymore and asked for the bill.

After paying they went to the car and Kenma stopped before opening the door. “Okay, where are we going Tetsu?” The man supported a mischievous grin on his face while shaking his head, “You’ll have to see when we get there Kenma.”

Kuroo drove for about 10 minutes and suddenly they were in the heart of the city. He parallel parked on the side of the street and looked at Kenma “You ready?” “Kuroo I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be ready for,” Kenma said incredulously. “Come on then,” Kuroo said as he stepped out of the car.

Kenma followed suit and shuffled closer to Kuroo when he walked around the car. It was busy in the city. Not as busy as it would be on a weekend but close enough. “Hold my hand so you don’t lose me?” Kuroo said, observing the fact that Kenma was becoming reserved at the sight of all the people walking around.

Kenma looked up at Kuroo with his eyes wide, “uh-uhm, you want to hold my hand?” he said as his face gradually got hotter. “Well yeah so I don’t lose you in the crowd,” he noted as he held out his hand for Kenma to take. Kenma hesitated long enough for Kuroo to think it was too much but Kenma took his hand. Holding Kuroo’s hand is everything he felt it would be and more. His hands were surprisingly soft and of course bigger than his.

Kuroo tried his hardest to hide the blush that had wound its way to his cheeks when Kenma took his hand. He had to remind himself that he used the excuse of not losing Kenma in the crowd of people and that they aren’t just like all the other couples he’d noticed walking around.

He led Kenma down one of the many alleys and stopped in front of a shop with lots of bright colours and lights. It was a game store he was told about by one of his colleagues at work and instantly thought about taking Kenma there. He wanted to do it for their first date but obviously, he hadn’t asked Kenma out.

He looked down at Kenma expectantly and his breath hitched when he saw how the lights reflected against his skin and how the lights made his eyes seem especially bright. “Tetsu how did you find out about this place it's beautiful,” Kenma said looking through the window at all the shelves and things on the walls.

“Beautiful,” He mumbled still looking at Kenma. Kenma turned to look at Kuroo, “What?” The sudden eye contact threw Kuroo out of his trance and he looked dowm, “Uh, yeah so one of my colleagues who is like 70 years old was telling me about his grandkids favourite store and its uh, this one.” Kenma just nodded and looked back through the window, “Well can we go in?”

Kuroo laughed and looked into the store too, “No of course not I just felt like making you look into your version of heaven and then drag your ass back home, seriously Kenma, of course we can.” Kenma gave him a small smile and pulled him into the store.

Stepping into the store was a big relief to Kenma because he was able to get out of the crowded and loud streets. There weren’t a lot of people inside the store maybe about 7 including him and Kuroo. The walls and ceiling were black and they had blue and red lights on either side of the room. There were posters all over the walls showing the new releases and life-size figures of characters were dotted here and there.

Kenma realised he was still holding Kuroo’s hand and let go thinking it wasn’t necessary anymore. Kuroo’s expression was unreadable as he let go. He was smiling but his eyes seemed to convey something different. He walked further into the store running his hands along the shelves, Kuroo watched him for a couple of seconds before following after him slowly. His hand felt empty without Kenma’s hand in it and he yearned to satiate his need for the feeling of Kenma’s skin against his.

They walked around and talked in the store until the owner said he’d be closing in 15 minutes. So Kenma quickened his pace and grabbed things he saw that he wanted to get. Kuroo was following him until he stopped and saw something that he wanted to get for Kenma.

It was a small pendant of one of the cats from Animal Crossing who Kuroo remembers was very similar to Kenma. They were both lazy and both would do activities if told they could get something like food out of it and just his general feel about him was very Kenma-ish. He smiled as he took the pendant off the shelf.

“Are you coming Kuroo?” he heard Kenma call for him. He looked up and Kenma had finished paying and was waiting for him by the door. “Oh yeah, I’m coming just wait for me there.” He replied as he gave the chain to the man at the register so he could pay for it. He declined a packet and slipped the chain into his pocket and thanked the cashier.

He and Kenma left the shop back into the street which had calmed down a bit so there were not as many people. Kenma looked up at Kuroo as they started to walk back to the car, “Hey thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed myself Tetsu.” Kuroo nodded and smiled in response, “I’m glad, and you seemed happier too.”

He then thought of an idea remembering what Bokuto had said to him that morning, “But, we aren’t done yet,” he said as he stopped in his tracks. Kenma stopped midstride and turned to look at him. “What do you mean, what else do you want to do?”

Kuroo then continued walking with a grin on his face. “Wh-what’s up with all these surprises Tetsu.” He grumbled as he followed Kuroo. Once they were back in the car Kuroo put the heater on as the temperature dropped a bit and his sweater was not nearly warm enough. He started to drive leaving the city and Kenma hooked up his phone to the cars speaker system to play some music that he liked.

Kuroo actually preferred listening to whatever Kenma played because he had a wider variety of genres that he listened to so he could go from hardcore rap to the softest and romantic music you could find yourself listening to. His favourite was a song called carry you by Ruelle which Kenma started to play.

He found himself humming along to the words and feels them resonate through the way he was feeling about Kenma at that moment. He stopped at a spot that was halfway up a mountain but had a beautiful view of the city. He stopped the car but kept it on to let the song play through until it ended.

Kenma looked out onto the view with wonder. He wasn’t the kind of person to travel much even if it was just down the road and even then he didn’t take much notice of the scenery around him. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. “Wow, Tetsu. This is…” he let out a huff as he smiled obviously speechless, “why did you bring me out here though?”

Kuroo continued to look out the window with determination. He had to go through with this. He couldn’t just keep himself from finding out what would happen. He was scared but it had to be done. “I have to confess something to you Kenma. I can’t keep it inside anymore it’s not fair to me or you.”

Kenma instantly felt a cold feeling wash over him. He knew what was coming and could feel his eyes start to burn as the tears threatened to flow. He tried to remain calm though. This needed to happen. No matter how much it hurts him it's necessary. He braced himself for the rejection.

Kuroo turned to look at Kenma but couldn’t see what was happening on his face as he was facing away. So he took that leap, “I think I’m in love with you Kenma.” As he said this he saw a tear roll down Kenma’s face.

Kenma whipped his head to the side so he could look at Kuroo, the look of absolute surprise very evident on his face. His jaw dropped open in complete disbelief. “What! is it that surprising?” Kuroo said. Kenma tried to regain his composure, “Tetsu are you sure?” he couldn’t believe what was coming from Kuroo’s mouth. Kuroo raised his eyebrow at him, “What do you mean ‘am I sure’ Kenma I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

Kuroo couldn’t quite read the emotions on Kenma’s face but he knew they weren’t bad. Maybe he had nothing to worry about?

Kenma moved so he could sit facing Kuroo directly, “Jesus Tetsurou I-well I love you too.” He looked as if he was close to tears as his gaze found its way to Kuroo’s. It was Kuroo’s turn to be surprised and he instantly smiled and looked down as if he was embarrassed about it.

Kenma rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tears that had threatened to fall not even minutes before. Kuroo looked back up again, “Is that what’s been bothering you lately?” Kenma laughed as he sniffed. Kuroo was oblivious but he wasn’t a complete idiot. “Yeah actually I wanted to talk to you about it but I was too scared that it would mean losing you and I don’t think I’d be able to handle that.”

Kuroo looked at him with a serious expression on his face. “So are you okay now, since it’s in the open?” Kenma nodded his head with a small smile. Kuroo lifted his hand to push back some hair that had fallen into Kenma’s face and he kept it there as he moved closer, his eyes keeping Kenma’s locked into place “May I kiss you Kenma?” Kenma nodded as he moved closer.

Kuroo cupped Kenma’s face between both his hands and lightly grazed his thumb over his cheekbone. Slowly he brushed his nose against Kenma’s and pressed their lips together as softly as he could to test out the waters to make sure he was completely okay with this. Kenma leaned more forward as he wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s neck and tangled his hands in his hair.

He sighed as Kuroo deepened the kiss, their lips moving in sync with each other. Kuroo bit Kenma’s bottom lip softly earning himself a small moan from him. Needing air, they pulled away from each other but Kuroo kept his forehead pressed against Kenma’s.

“God I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.“ He huffed out with a laugh and continued, “will you go out with me. On a date next time?” Kenma opened his eyes and smiled, “Yes Tetsu.” Kuroo giggled and kissed him again longer this time. After what felt like hours they untangled from each other but still stayed close.

“Oh I meant to ask you Tetsu, what did you get from the store earlier?” Kenma asked with a curious look on his face. Kuroo blanked for a second before remembering, “Oh shit, yeah. Well, remember when you introduced me to Animal Crossing and I told you my favourite villager in your village was that lazy cat named Bob?”

Kenma nodded, “It was actually because he reminded me of you. And when I walked past one of the stands earlier I saw this.” He reached into his pocket and brought out the chain with the pendant on it. “So I wanted to buy it for you.”

Kenma looked down at the chain hanging between them. He looked at Kuroo and smiled, “This may be the cutest thing anyone has ever gotten me Tetsu, thank you.” He took the chain from Kuroo and slipped it over his head holding the pendant of the lazy purple cat in his hand.

Kenma grabbed his phone to play music through it and they sat together listening to love songs that somehow deepened the already ocean depth love they had for each other.

Tagging: @gabbywubby @shou-kunn @super-noya @thequeenofpotatoeunicornss @pudding-head-kenma @thirsthourdemon @thesecretlifeoflilly

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #kuroken #Kuroo Tetsurō #Kenma Kozume #Kuroo x Kenma #this is so damn long wttffff

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 4 years

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04. I’m tired of my friends/family setting me up on horrible blind dates so I made up a relationship and now they want to meet this mystery person - for either Jask x reader or Valdo x reader *eyes* whichever you're feeling bro

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Valdo x ReaderWord Count: 2,298Rating: TTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract @your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan a/n: Tasty, tasty topes. This time with 100% more Valdo Marx! Enjoy!

“Kill me.”

You groaned the words as you slumped into a seat by your friend. His emerald eyes peered up from the notebook he was writing in, glancing at you with a bemused expression before returning to his work.

“No, I shan’t. Why, what’s happening?” he asked. You lifted your face and propped your chin on the table, not caring how ridiculous you looked, lost in a world of misery of your own making.

“My parents are coming to town tomorrow night,” you bemoaned.

“I thought you liked your parents,” Jaskier replied.

“I do, I love them very much. Their opinion matters a great deal to me,” your words were spoken in a rueful tone, your expression full of woe, “They want to meet my boyfriend.”

“Ah,” Valdo said, nodding and then blinked a couple of times and looked at you, “Your what?”

“Boyfriend,” you repeated, pressing your face back down onto the table. You didn’t see the frantic look in Valdo’s eyes or the way he tensed.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said, fighting to keep his tone light.

“I don’t,” you replied, face still planted on the oaken expanse. You didn’t see the look of relief wash over his face. A look that was then quickly replaced by confusion. He reached over and gently knocked on your head. You lifted your face to look at him and he was struck silent for a moment by the beauty of your eyes as you gazed up into his.

“I think you’d better start at the beginning,” he said as his senses returned to him. He ordered you some mead as you sat up and with a heavy sigh told him the whole sordid tale. How your family, though lovely and loving, kept trying to set you up on these hideous blind dates. How for awhile you endured it but finally it became too much so you made up a boyfriend. You’d thought it was the perfect plan. You lived far enough away from your family now that they could hardly pop by to meet him and you found it easy to improvise answers to their questions about him. Oh what does he look like? Green eyes, brown curly hair, beautiful face. What does he do? He’s a musician! Writes excellent music and travels around the world thrilling people with his songs! Does he love you? Oh very much! So much, in fact, that he hangs upon your every word.

“You know,” Valdo said with a mischievous little smile, “This boyfriend of yours sounds oddly like me.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“No, he doesn’t,” you argued.

“A handsome, green-eyed musician who travels the world?” Valdo repeated, his very green eyes staring into yours with the most infuriatingly self-satisfied twinkle. You felt your face go warm as you realized the truth of it.

“Many people have green eyes,” you said, looking down into your cup, suddenly wishing you had two more of them.

“Handsome?” Valdo teased.

“Many people are handsome!”

“So you do think I’m handsome.”

“Focus on the problem, Valdo!” you cried. He considered you for a moment, debating whether to push and keep tormenting you or not, and ultimately decided the latter, another, much better plan brewing in his devious mind.

“So what are you going to do?” he asked.

“I don’t know. Come clean I guess. Or say that we broke up,” you replied.

“What if it wasn’t a lie? What if he was here?” Valdo glanced at you surreptitiously.

“I mean sure that would be fantastic but boyfriends don’t just come out of nowhere,” you scoffed.

“No, not nowhere. Cidaris, though,” he said. You gave him a confused look and he sighed.

“Y/N,” he said, pacing his hand on yours, not noticing the way you swallowed hard at the sudden contact, “Will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your fake boyfriend?”

Your eyes widened in shock. You opened your mouth to protest but then thought carefully.

“Would you really?” you asked.

“Of course!” he declared, “I’m a talented performer and we already know everything about each other thanks to our long friendship. Frankly I’m surprised you didn’t come to me sooner.”

“It truly never occurred to me,” you said. You didn’t see the way Valdo’s features fell as you said this, already moving to head back home and finish preparing for your family’s arrival now that you had one crisis sorted.

“They’ll be here tomorrow midday. I’ll grab you to meet them for dinner?” you suggested.

“What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I wasn’t there to greet them with you? Don’t be silly, Y/N, I will be at your home at midday tomorrow,” Valdo insisted.

“Careful, Valdo, I may get the wrong idea and think you’re eager to play the part,” you joked.

“Well you know me, love. Always up for a good shenanigan and if I get to have a lovely lady on my arm as I do it, all the better,” he replied smoothly, looking at you expectantly.

“That’s brilliant. Keep that up and they’ll think you really mean it! Alright, got to be off, see you tomorrow!” you called behind your shoulder and hustled out of the tavern before he could see how red your face got. Lovely lady? Surely just getting into character. Unless…

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Valdo made good on his word, showing up to your home at noon on the dot. He was dressed in a finely craft deep green doublet that brought out his eyes and he’d coiffed his curls in that rakishly disheveled way that you knew took him hours to get just right. He’d brought flowers, for you and for your mother who was beyond ecstatic to finally get to meet this “mystery man” who’d swept her daughter off of her feet. Valdo insisted on providing a personal tour of the village you’d taken up residence in, taking your mother’s arm and charming her silly. Your father would have been upset if he wasn’t so busy chatting quietly with you about the man of the hour.

“He isn’t exactly what I pictured for you,” he admitted.

“What did you picture?” you asked, surprised by how upset his words made you. It wasn’t as though Valdo was your actual boyfriend after all.

“Oh I don’t know, some hunter or soldier or something of that sort. You always used to go for a beefier man,” he explained.

“Don’t describe people as beefy, dad.”

“Shall if I want to. In any case, it’s no criticism. He seems a very learned, kind fellow. He even learned your mother’s favorite flower somehow,” he said. You realized he was right though you figured it was just a lucky guess. You’d only mentioned it once in passing some years back, there was no way he could remember.

The end of the tour was dinner, where the true interrogations started.

“Now how long have you been together?” your mother asked.

“Two months.”

“Two years.”

You exchanged a nervous glance with Valdo who didn’t so much as flinch as he gently took your hand in his, gazing at you adoringly as he said,

“Well, she is right. Technically we have only been dating for two months but I’ve loved her since the moment we met.”

You squeezed his hand and gave him a grateful smile but your mother followed up with another question quickly.

“How did you confess your love?” she asked a little breathlessly, ever the romantic.

“Mum,” you scoffed, but again Valdo was prepared.

“I prefer to think of every kind act done towards one’s lover as a little declaration of love. So this again becomes a complex question because I feel that this was expressed so many times in acts before the words were spoken that I can hardly remember when deeds became words,” he explained. Your mother sighed and clapped her hands in delight.

“My daughter tells us that you are a musician,” your father said, eager to move on to something less personal, “What do you play?”

“The lute, good sir. Though I am also well versed in the lyre, the hurdy gurdy, and quite a few other instruments. I travel with the lute the most,” he answered. You could tell by the set of your father’s jaw that whatever came next was going to be dangerous and you silently prayed that he wasn’t going to ask Valdo what his intentions were, though based on how things had been going he’d have another answer ready in seconds.

“My daughter’s work is rooted here, offering her little opportunity to travel. How do you maintain the relationship while traveling abroad so? Is this something you would continue to do after marriage?”

For once Valdo froze but this time you were ready, angered by the way your father described the situation and the not so subtle judgment of his trade or his worthiness as a partner.

“Valdo and I make it work because it is not just on Valdo to do. I am happy to do my work here and I am happy for Valdo to travel. Neither of us want to give up our livelihoods and nor should we! Hell, perhaps I could close up shop for a little bit and go with him or he could perhaps take some time serving more local villages. In any case, there’s no good reason for us not to be together and I’d thank you to trust us on that,” you answered, a little more heatedly than you’d intended. Your father seemed taken aback but then smiled a little. You felt Valdo’s eyes on you, an unreadable expression on his face.

There were no more questions after that and the conversation shifted into how things were back home, how your siblings regretted being unable to come and see you as planned and how the crops were doing. You and Valdo escorted your parents to their room at the inn and then he insisted on walking you back to your house, declaring that no gentleman let a lady walk home alone, whether they were their actual boyfriend or not.

You walked in silence for a bit, each thinking over the way the day had gone. Valdo was trying to form the right words in his mind, taking the time to carefully think it over. Your method was slightly less contemplative.

“I think that went well! All things considered,” you said.

“So I am fulfilling my role adequately?” Valdo asked, though the smug expression on his face told you that he already knew damn well that he was. You bumped into his shoulder and he bumped back.

“You got a bit angry with your father there,” Valdo said.

“I hope that wasn’t awkward for you. I didn’t mean to get so upset and I’m not entirely sure why I did. He’s not wrong to wonder how we do it. Would do it. Are pretending to do it.”

“Did you mean your answer?” he asked, “All of it?”

You considered the question, butterflies rising in your stomach strangely at the question. A sense of anticipation in the air that you tried to ignore, not wanting to raise your hopes for nothing.

“I did,” you answered. Valdo stopped walking and you followed suit, eyes meeting and staring at each other in silence as you waited for him to say the words that were clearly on the top of his tongue.

“So why don’t we?” he asked, all in a rush instead of the slow, eloquent speech he’d planned.

“What? Date?” you asked.

“Yes.”

“Well… I mean… Why now?”

“I’ve never felt that you might say yes. And frankly I wasn’t sure if I had the right to ask. I’ve thought about the things your father said, been thinking about them long before he voiced them tonight. But hearing you dismiss them all, hearing you say that it could be done… It gave me hope I suppose. Tell me my hopes aren’t in vain, Y/N,” he said the words in a soft plea, one hand rising to caress your face tenderly. You felt a genuine thrill of panic and excitement run through you, emotions that were overwhelming and had you scurrying to your defense mechanism of humor.

“So you feel certain now that I’ll say yes?” you joked, but Valdo didn’t fall in step.

“Hopeful,” he clarified, bottle green eyes never leaving yours, thumb just barely grazing the corner of your lips which you licked nervously.

“Valdo are you… are you asking what I think you’re asking? I’m not trying to be daft I just really, really need to be sure,” you said. Valdo smiled and stood back, you missed his touch as soon as his hand was gone, and then he held out the hand like one requesting a dance.

“Y/N, will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your boyfriend?” he asked. Your face broke into a wide grin and you laughed, taking his hand and allowing him to sweep you up in his arms.

“Yes,” you answered, “Gods yes.”

The beautiful mouth you’d admired for years was suddenly pressed against yours and your arms wound around his neck, one hand sliding into the mass of curls that were as soft as you’d always known they’d be. He was a gentler kisser than you’d expected but as you pulled back he nipped at your bottom lip and you saw the roguish glint in his eyes, the cocky smirk back in place. You swatted his arm.

“You’re an ass,” you said laughing.

“No,” he insisted, pulling you close again in a dramatic sweep of his arm, “I’m your ass.”

The sound of your laughter echoed through the village as you continued the trek home, hand in hand.

#joz-stankovich #valdo x reader #valdo marx x reader #valdo marx imagines #valdo marx fluff #reader request

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artemismoon12writes · 4 years

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Title: Gotta Get ‘Em While They’re Down

Daltonfic Big Bang 2020: Week 3, Day 3, Wevid

Based off @hufflebecks‘s Motorbike Bros concept & the Weebly Fact: “Wes got into a motorcycle accident once- it was an attempted hit and run.”

David spent most nights studying these days. Between checking in on Katherine’s recovery, beating Siegerson’s GPA, and his extra-curriculars, he couldn’t really participate in Windsor shenanigans anymore. It made him sad to see his housemates off having fun, but it was Senior Year, he couldn’t mess around.

What hurt him the most was that even in his studying blitzes before, he had Wes by his side as a good natured distraction. They’d bounce ideas off each other, throw trivia, and toss ideas for editing notes. Now? Wes had early acceptance to ASA College, and David was still trying to get Harvard, Yale, and Princeton to respond to his letters. But that’s what David got for shooting high he guessed.

Now, whenever he saw Wes, his best friend would wave in passing before heading out with his motorbike club. Yeah, they hung out on weekends, but it still felt like he was being replaced. Why did Wes even own a motorbike? Yeah his dad had taught him to ride a vespa on family trips to Naples, but they lived in Ohio right now- it wasn’t exactly cosmopolitan.

David sighed, he shouldn’t be so harsh. Maybe it was good they spend time apart; after all, they wouldn’t be going to the same college, let along even in the same part of the country. It stung though. He missed his friend. If only he wasn’t so busy.

Buzz buzz. David’s cellphone went off from its spot on the shelf. He’d put it away to limit distractions. Why wasn’t it off? Oh, wait, all calls except his parents, Katherine, and Wes were sent to voicemail.

He stood up, reaching and unplugging his phone. The caller ID said Wes.

“Hello?” David asked. He checked the time. It was 10pm, why was Wes calling him now? He was supposed to stay at the Blakes after their day of riding. Maybe he needed a ride back? Typical of the Day Students to just assume boarders could sleep wherever because they typically had two homes.

“David? It’s David right?” A girl answered.

“Who is this?” Was this a new girlfriend? Had Wes not told him? He felt his heart sink. Wouldn’t have Wes told him.

“Jackie Blake. We’re at the hospital with Wes.”

No.

“What!” He didn’t even ask, just exclaimed; jumping up out of his seat and looking for his car keys. “Is he hurt? Which hospital? How far is it from Dalton?”

She sounded relieved. “We’re at Mansfield Hospital, it’s an hour north from where you are. I’m glad you picked up. Todd said you’re the only one who’d have his parent’s numbers.”

“Is he okay?” David repeated, throwing his coat on as he struggled to keep his phone to his ear.

“Yes and no.” Jackie’s tone was more cautious this time. “We were on our way back from the ride when a pickup truck decided they’d cut our lead on the pack; Wes’d decided to set the pace, and I guess? They just didn’t like motorbikes?”

David swallowed. A third time: “Is he…?”

“We need his parent’s permission to get him into surgery. They think a rib punctured his lung when he was knocked off the road.” Jackie’s voice stuttered. “They just kept going. Like they hadn’t throw him across the freeway.”

“Surgery?” David swore to himself. He knew the motorcycle club was a bad idea. Shit. Wes’ parents would die of heartbreak if this was how their boy went out. “I’ll text you their numbers. But, introduce yourself first. They need to know who’s telling them Wes is hurt.”

“Okay…” Jackie said slowly. There was a ping from her end of the phone as David sent it. He was at his car now, ready to hang up and put in the directions to Mansfield.

She spoke again, quieter. “I’m sorry we didn’t get the licence plate. Colby stopped us all and had us put out flares so we could get him off the road. Dustin wanted to chase after them but-”

“Don’t worry.” David said, “just tell his parents. It will all be okay.”

“Okay.” She said quietly.

“I’m getting in the car now. I’ll talk to you soon.” David said, hanging up before she could say something else that would make him madder at the situation.

It wasn’t Jackie Blake’s fault. It wasn’t her brother Colby’s fault. Most of the Motorcycle Bros (as they called themselves) were fairly good people from what Wes described to him. It didn’t mean he couldn’t feel guilty he let Wes go out there. He’d already seen Katherine in the hospital because of one foolish driver; to see Wes? A target of a hit and run because of some stupidity about bikers? No. He didn’t want to accept it.

The road opened up before him, darkening fast in the early evening sunset. The lights were coming on one by one, making the road feel quieter than it was. He didn’t want to play the radio in case he got a call from Wes’ phone again, or from the Hughes, or anyone. He had to stay alert in case speakerphone went on.

It didn’t though. He made it to the hospital, probably passing the place the driver ran Wes off the road. He didn’t want to think about it, but he was.

David found the front desk, trying to look presentable, and not like he’d just sped an hour up the I-71. He approached the desk, ready to ask about a Hughes, Wes please- but a familiar face caught him by the arm.

“Hey, David. Are you alright?” Todd asked, still wearing the ridiculous jacket Wes commissioned for their little club. It was scuffed, covered in mud, but the smear of brown against Todd’s gloves made David swallow any jealousy he felt.

“I’m fine.” Of course he was. He wasn’t the one in hospital.

“He’s still in surgery, but the hospital isn’t busy tonight so they let us into the cafeteria even though its closed. We’re waiting for someone from the Hughes to show up; they said it will still eb a couple hours, but I guess,” Todd paused. He was leaning David off the entrance, presumably towards the sitting area. “None of us could just go home. Not, well… his motorcycle is still in the ditch and, it wouldn’t feel right riding without him.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t gone out with you guys.” David found himself saying bitterly.

Todd eyed him. He didn’t say anything for a moment; their footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. “I’m sorry you feel this way. But statistically, you know without us this just would have happened sooner.”

“You guys make it easy with your little bike gang.” David said, fiddling with the keys in his pocket. Wes was in surgery, and he was out here, chatting. It didn’t feel right. There had to be something he could do.

“Wes can have more than two groups of friends.” Todd said quietly, checking the door before opening it. “But now is not the time to fight. Sadie and Colby know more about the medical situation because they had to relay information to the doctors and the Hughes. We all care about Wes, but think about it- only you have his parent’s number. Don’t be mean because he’s not devoting his life to you.”

David kept quiet, the door opened to the large hospital cafeteria. The whole group was there, sans Wes. Some still had their jackets on; others like honorary member Casey Lambert, had taken it off in a haze of frantic pacing. Colby, Dustin, and Jackie were whispering between each other, while Sadie comforted a crying Allison.

“It’s okay, he’ll be fine.” Sadie said, loud enough for David to hear as they came in. She was holding Allison against her chest. David had seen Allison enough in passing while visiting Katherine at Royal to know she was a loud, confident girl. She didn’t seem like the type who cried much.

“I- I was supposed to ride with him. This is my fault.” Allison cried, sniffing between words into Sadie’s t-shirt. “Maybe he wouldn’t have been hit if I was on the back of his b-b-bike.”

Sadie petted her hair, “Allie, honey, you know he would have just sped faster. You two are speed demons. Shh, shh, this is no one’s fault except that evil truck who hit him.”

“I should have go-gotten the plate, or I could have-”

“Allie, honey don’t do that. No, no. Come on sweetie.” Sadie said, holding her tighter. “We’ll be back on the road soon, don’t worry. He’ll get out of surgery and everything will be fine.”

Sadie looked up, meeting David’s eyes. She pressed her mouth together and averted her gaze. Colby noticed the company Todd brought and got up quickly. He dodged around the table to hold his hand out to David, an awkward greeting.

“Hey, I’m sorry we gotta meet all proper like this- but, uh, I’m Colby from Lancaster?”

“I know who you are.” David said quickly. “Todd said you know what’s going on with Wes?”

Colby scratched the back of his neck nervously, “Yeah, uh. Shit. I. Okay. So his parents okayed the surgery, after that I was cut out of the conversation because of confidentiality; but before that I saw the whole thing. Fucking car comes out of the left lane, clips Wes’ wheel and sends him into the ditch. It was mostly a skid, but he flipped once so between the road burn and the fall I think he’s got a broken leg, a couple ribs, and like… there was a lot of blood along his whole? Side? I guess?”

Todd nodded, “Yeah his side. We’re usually in full protective gear, so if anything his face is the one thing that’s fine. The chin strap didn’t budge thank any gods who were listening. But, well, padding only does so much against gravel.”

“The doctors say he should be fine. But its his lung they’re worried about. He’s got two, but like? Internal bleeding… fuck.” Colby didn’t seem to know how to order his thoughts. “It was deliberate. And, his parents said something weird, like, ‘we’ll take care of it’, like they would just be able to pick out of hundreds of fucking pickup trucks which one got Wes on a random road in Ohio. They must know some cops or something….”

“Or something.” David said solemnly. So they didn’t know; or they didn’t know David knew, so they were pretending. Colby seemed like he couldn’t keep a secret though; so, maybe Wes didn’t trust them with that kind of information.

“Is he going to be out soon?” David asked.

“Not sure.” Colby said. “Sit down, its going to be a while.”

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It was a while. Four hours in fact. One to take him apart, and three to put him back together. The group was told they wouldn’t be able to stay at the hospital overnight, but Victoria Hughes arrived banked by two large, bulked up men, all except David were told to leave.

He was grateful, he was. He promised to keep the Motorcycle Bros in the loop, but right now Wes was his priority. Answering confirmation texts from Casey Lambert were not going to be on his to-do list.

Wes didn’t wake up that night. Or the next morning. Victoria left for a few hours, switching off with David at his bedside. The large men by his doorway stood silent watch. It was a long time before David felt safe enough to let himself sleep.

He was shaken awake sometime in the evening; a fragile grip tugging at his pant leg. “Davey?”

“Wessy.” David smiled sleepily before he even opened his eyes.

Wes groaned. David couldn’t help but laugh. “You called me Davey, fair is fair,”

“I’m high on painkillers, let me live.”

David opened his eyes to his best friend, tired and exhausted, but alive. Thank you, God; he was alive. He resisted the urge to hug him, conscious that underneath the hospital gown was probably a whole mummy’s worth of bandages. Instead, he gripped the hand on his trousers tightly. He wasn’t going to let go until Wes asked.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” David said, weight behind his words.

“Yeah, bit gnarly.” Wes smiled.

“You’re a dork.”

“Yeah, and?” Wes rolled his head against the pillow, scraped scabs visible under his neckline. “How long have you been here?”

“Last night. Victoria is here too. She brought the goons.”

“Probably Alejandro and Pino; they’re nice guys.” Wes said, stifling a yawn. “Sorry to keep you up, it wasn’t even the fun kind.”

“I don’t mind, you’d do the same for me.” David squeezed his hand. Wes squeezed back.

“You know it.” Wes said, tiredness seeping into his voice.

David couldn’t help it though, his next words just came out. “What were you thinking? Going out riding? Leading the pack? They’re…”

“They’re the only reason I’m alive.” Wes corrected. “If I’d been alone? Shit.”

“I know, but you’re on the road with-”

“David not every traffic accident is Katherine!” Wes said, sitting up and wincing. “God. You remember when I skidded off the road in sophomore year; that was my own stupidity. This time? I could have just stayed in that ditch for a week and no one would have found me. It’s the side of the I-71 on a weekday, no one cares. Besides, its not like you’d come out riding with me.”

“Its dangerous Wes.” David insisted.

“God, David; is this about me spending time with them and not you?” Wes asked, nailing the issue on its head.

“It’s not.” David lied.

“I’m not stupid. I know you.”

He did.

“I just-”

“I’m sorry I haven’t been spending time with you; but have you considered you haven’t made it easy?”

“I-“

“I know, you want to get into a good school. I don’t care because I’m running the family business no matter what my grades are.” Wes sighed, “David. Has it occurred to you I miss you too?”

“But you spend all your time with-”

“Only when you blow me off to study!”

“We used to study together.”

“We used to have all our classes together.” Wes pointed out. “I’m going business, you’re going medical. Why would I still be in Biology or Physics? Why would you be in Accounting?”

David said nothing.

“For someone so smart you can be a real idiot.” Wes said, pulling David’s hand closer. “But okay, if you promise to stop being just a territorial idiot, I’ll make a special David Only Day- not just movie nights, but just us.”

David snorted, “You’re just saying that cause you’ll be on bedrest until you’re better.”

“You saw through my evil plan! Oh no!” Wes said dramatically, raiding his hand as many degrees it could go until it hurt.

They would be fine. But it would take work. Luckily, both of them knew how to make the impossible out of probabilities.

David then realized, “Hey wait are you dating-”

“They’re all taken and it’s unfair.” Wes said. “I know!”

“Oh that’s rough man.”

#daltonficbigbang2020 #daltonfic #oneshot #wes hughes #david sullivan #brotp #pg #owie #todd hendricks #colby blake #jackie blake #sadie moore #allison seymour #artemiswrites

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years

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Fractured Foundation: Scorned Soul

Ch.2 Corruption

Based on @gale-of-the-nomads Fired AU.

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Something was wrong with Adrien.

Everyone could see it. When Nino came up for their usual morning fist bump Adrien returned it mechanically. Ever-present smile replaced by what would become a permanent scowl.

Frowning, Nino dropped his fist slowly. "You alright, bro?"

Pausing for a moment Adrien walked past him, toward the school doors and answered almost indifferently. "No."

Blinking in shock, Nino hurried to catch up with him. "Wait! Dude!" Blocking his best friend's path to the stairs, Nino placed his hand on Adrien's shoulder. "What happened, bro?" Worry evident in his tone. Adrien never admitted when something was wrong.

Averting his eyes Adrien tensed at the physical contact. Grip tightening on the strap of his messenger bag. "I don't want to talk about it."

Brow furrowing as his concern grew Nino dropped his hand. "Well... Okay. But if you change your mind, you know you can tell me anything. Right, bro?"

"... Right," Adrien agreed, not looking at him. "Thanks, Nino." With that he stepped past his best friend and headed towards homeroom.

Leaving Nino more worried than before.

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Chloe noticed Adrien's change but didn't understand what it meant. Assuming he would get over it in a few days and everything would be back to normal. Which is what led her to "invite" him to one of the Mayor's events.

"Adri-kins!" Chloe called, placing herself in Adrien's way. "Daddy's throwing a party this weekend! You'll be there!" Chloe smiled, pleased with herself.

Annoyed at the command in her tone and Chloe taking for granted that he'd do whatever she said, his scowl deepened. Adrien stepped back as Chloe got in his face. "No, thanks."

But Sabrina was there, blocking his path. Smiling like she usually did whenever she thought Chloe's plans were particularly good. Always loyal. Always faithful.

Always with nothing to show for it!

Jaw clenching as simmering annoyance boiled into the beginnings of rage, it pooled in Adrien's chest and made it's way up his throat.

"Don't be silly!" Chloe waved her ponytail dismissively. "Of course, you have to show!"

Fists curling, Adrien dug his fingernails into his palms. Leaving new imprints next to the old. "I don't feel like being around people right now."

"But I have the perfect dress that will look great next to your latest suit! I'm going to be even more stunning with you-"

"I'M NOT AN ACCESSORY!"

The courtyard was stunned into silence. Every classmate stared, drawn by Adrien's outburst. Surprise, confusion, even a hint of fear, all of their reactions mixed in Chloe's wide eyes. Mirrored by Adrien's.

A different kind of heat burned in his chest. Shame. He'd screamed at Chloe. That wasn't... You didn't... Lowering his gaze Adrien hurried away.

Blinking, Chloe stared uncomprehending at Adrien's retreating back. Whispers already starting. She could feel them all around her as their classmates speculated on what she could have done to finally make Adrien snap. Some even expressing pride in his outburst.

Refusing to give them any satisfaction, Chloe raised her head haughtily as she left their whispers behind. Sabrina, as always, on her heels.

Marinette stared after Adrien. A sense of dread filling her at the display. She didn't understand. Adrien was kind and patient and loyal to a fault. He wouldn't do that. Not even to Chloe. But what could she do?

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Lila heard about the incident when she came back from doing "charity work" later that week. Naturally, she would offer some much needed emotional support! And Adrien would be ever so grateful.

Spotting Nino talking to Adrien, the latter with his back to her, Lila smirked as she approached them.

"Come on, bro. We haven't hung out in ages." Nino practically pleaded. "I'm... worried about you, man."

Adrien's icy expression melted slightly. "I know. I'm-"

"There you are!" Lila exclaimed, tone too saccharin to sell the "concerned friend" act she was going for.

Adrien stiffened at the sound of her voice.

"Hey, Lila." Nino greeted with a strained smile.

"I heard about what happened!" Lila molded her features into a look of sympathy, hands reaching for his arm. "If you need someone to talk to, Adrien, I took a psychology course at my old school and my instructor said-"

Adrien turned toward her and Lila froze, the words dying in her throat.

Disgust twisted his perfect features. Contemptuous glare expressing his hatred for Lila in no uncertain terms. Body jerking away from her repulsive hands, Adrien marched past Nino with a muttered goodbye, putting as much distance between him and the liar as he could.

Standing where he left her, Lila blinked in surprise. Nino was apologizing and making excuses for his best friend; she barely listened. Eyes narrowing at the ungrateful jerk. How dare he! She was just being considerate! After all the chances Lila had given him, this is how he repaid her!?

Refocusing on the wannabe DJ, Lila lamented how she was only trying to help. Making sure her voice was loud enough to get their passing classmates' attention. Emphasizing how Adrien obviously wasn't in his right mind. As Lila soaked up their attention she hid a satisfied smirk behind her hands. If Adrien wanted to treat her like an enemy then she'd return the favor.

Observing from across the courtyard Marinette felt agitation and unease growing in her chest.

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Alya slid onto the bench next to Marinette with a sigh. Her energetic attitude unusually subdued. "Hey, girl," Alya greeted tiredly.

Marinette took one look at Alya and her face fell. "No luck with Nino?"

Frowning, Alya shook her head. "Says Adrien hasn't told him anything either. They've barely talked!" It frustrated her! As a reporter Alya should be able to find answers! ...As a friend she should be able to help...

But she couldn't. Alya wasn't someone who backed down easily. Yet, whenever Adrien was near she found herself avoiding the ice cold air that followed him around. A chill that seemed to grow colder each passing day.

And she wasn't the only one. The whole class could feel it. Intense pressure around Adrien that only seemed to grow. Like it was getting ready to blow. No one wanted to be around when that happened.

Marinette knew what Alya was thinking. She voiced her opinion often enough the last few weeks and Marinette's own thoughts followed the same track. It wasn't something Marinette liked dwelling on.

Still, this was Adrien. Her friend and unknowing crush, but that didn't matter right now, what mattered was helping him through whatever this was and that meant talking to him about what he needed, and Marinette was going to help at least one friend because if she didn't then-

Taking a deep breath Marinette stood up a bit too quickly. "If we can't find out what happened from Nino, then maybe we need to be more direct."

Alya frowned in worry. "You gonna ask him?" By which she meant Adrien. Adrien who Marinette had a hard time composing herself around, Adrien who held her best friend's heart in his now perpetually clenched fists, Adrien who rebuffed every attempt to get him to open up.

Marinette heard the concern and doubt in Alya's voice. "I have to try. Even if he doesn't want to talk to me, I have to try. Let him know we're worried about him. That I-" She shook her head. "That we, miss him..."

Alya smiled softly. Nodding, she stood and wrapped an arm around Marinette. "Alright then." Her best friend had that look in her eye. The one Alya knew from experience meant Marinette had made up her mind and would not be changing it.

They hoped Adrien would listen.

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Marinette knew it was her idea but standing in front of Adrien she couldn't help but hesitate. What if she said the wrong thing? Or couldn't get the words out? Or Adrien brushed her off? Or-

"Did you need something?" Adrien shifted uncomfortably in front of Marinette, eyes downcast.

She'd called out to him and now stood blocking his path. He didn't want to be rude to her yet, lately, Adrien had been nothing but rude. Carefully cultivated patience vanishing like one of Rena Rouge's illusions.

Was everything about him fake? Did his vapid smile really hide nothing but pain and rage? Is that why his friends avoided him? Because they finally saw the real Adrien!? Hollow, boring, broken Adrien?

Such intrusive thoughts plagued Adrien constantly. Keeping him up at night, ever since- Fists clenching and frown deepening at the memory, he tried to stem his rising anger. Tried to focus on the present.

Gazing at his tense posture Marinette felt her indecision give way to her concern. "We're worried about you," she said softly.

Adrien froze, eyes widening slightly, still avoiding her gaze.

"I'm worried about you!" Marinette continued, voice trembling slightly. "You won't talk to Nino. Even Chloe avoids you. Something's wrong, everyone can see it and I..." She took a deep breath to steady herself. "Adrien... What happened?"

He couldn't move, could barely breathe. Chest aching with the memory. Something was wrong? Yes. Plagg was gone and his so-called "Master" was responsible! Half his freedom taken away! Why? Because Fu didn't even give Adrien the common courtesy of a single conversation before writing him off as a lost cause!

Fists clenching tighter, his knuckles turned white as Adrien forced the words out. "... H- Have you ever had something you loved ripped away from you?"

Marinette's eyes widened at the heartbreak in his voice, shaking her head slowly. He didn't seem to notice.

"No warning, barely an explanation." Adrien tried to keep his tone level. "Someon- Something you love so much it becomes a part of you and they took him!" His voice rose. "People you trusted!" Anger rising with it. "They took him a-and you didn't even get a chance to say goodbye!" His voice broke as Adrien replayed those hated moments again and again.

"They just... They just..." He trembled, trying not to scream, his whole body burning. Adrien turned away from Marinette's pitying gaze, wrapping his arms around himself. "Please... leave me alone. I don't want to..." Lash out, hurt you, say something I'll regret. Like he'd already done to his other friends.

Confusion filled Marinette, she didn't know what to do. First Chat, now Adrien? She had to help him! Needed to help him. Despite what Adrien said she couldn't leave him. Her heart broke for him, yes, but it wasn't just that. With such powerful grief it was only a matter of when before Adrien attracted-

A black butterfly fluttered towards them.

"ADRIEN!"

His head snapped up. Eyes widening at the akuma, Adrien jerked back... Just as it anchored itself to him.

"Scorned Soul, I am Le Papillon!"

"NO!" Adrien clutched at his head shaking it desperately as if that would loosen the akuma's invasive tendrils from his mind.

"The people you trusted most have betrayed you!"

"I WON'T!" Adrien insisted falling to his knees. "I WON'T, I WON'T I WON'T!"

"They've taken something precious from you! Denied what was rightfully yours!"

Adrien tried to blot out Papillon's words, push back against the encroaching darkness at the edges of his mind. But his resolve was beginning to crumble. Weeks of holding back his rage, bottling up his hate... He was so tired... And the darkness offered sweet freedom...

"With the power I give you everyone will face your Justice! Even those who presumed to Judge you!"

Lowering his hands, Adrien stared straight ahead. Papillon's image engulfed his vision as his mental walls shattered.

"In return you will bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous!"

Adrien smiled sinisterly as he rose to his feet. "Yes, Papillon."

Darkness consumed Adrien. And Scorned Soul was born.

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AO3

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vernonfielding · 5 years

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Life Writes Its Own Stories

Chapter 12. (AO3.)

Leo James looked like hell, faced bruised all over, eyes bloodshot and swollen. The Narcan may have saved him from an overdose death, but Jake thought it was going to take a while to recover from what must have been a brutal assault.

He made Jake and Rosa close his hospital room door before he would talk. His voice was thin and rough, like he’d been strangled on top of everything else.

A cop is running Jazzy Pants, Leo told them. No, he didn’t know the cop’s name. The cop has a few mid-level street dealers on the front lines doing the actual dirty work. He promised to protect them if things turn, but one of them got freaked and snitched to Leo. Leo’s been trying to leak to Jake, but there’s been an ugly vibe on the streets, and he was nervous. He never saw the guys who took him down – it happened fast, and after they’d beat him they’d dosed him with the Jazzy Pants and left him for dead.

“Been a long time since I was this scared,” Leo said.

“Looks like you were smart to be scared,” Rosa said.

Leo nodded, and Jake patted him vaguely on the arm. What Leo had given them was huge, but Jake had no idea what to do with it, where to even begin investigating one of their own on so little information.

“We’ve got an officer watching your room. Try to get some rest.” Jake turned to leave, but Leo grabbed for him.

“Not done yet, Peralta,” he said. Leo nodded toward a chair near the door, where a stack of clothes was neatly folded. “The jacket on top. Inner pocket.”

Jake raised an eyebrow at Rosa, who shrugged. He picked up the jacket and unzipped the pocket. Inside was a Ninja Turtle figurine (Donatello, not his personal favorite). Jake held it up.

“It’s a thumbdrive,” Leo said. “Don’t know what’s on it – didn’t want to look – but it came from the guy who tipped me off. He’s dead, by the way.”

Jake closed his fist around the Ninja Turtle. “Get some sleep, Leo.”

He and Rosa swapped theories on the drive back to the precinct. They agreed that it was possible the whole thing was a lie – Jake trusted his own CI, but Leo’s information was secondhand. A story about an NYPD cop running a drug ring sounded insanely far-fetched, the stuff of urban legends. Taking bribes, sure. Shaving a little off the top of a bag of heroin, yeah, it happened. Every now and then entire kilos of cocaine went missing. But running an entire operation was another matter entirely. Rosa hypothesized it could be a former cop, maybe someone who’d worked undercover in drug enforcement. They didn’t know for sure it was even someone in the NYPD, she pointed out.

Jake didn’t say it, but he was praying that Manny wasn’t involved. It was unsettling that they’d been told the Seven-Eight had a task force. Depending on what was on the thumbdrive, that precinct was probably where they’d have to begin their search for a dirty cop.

Back at the Nine-Nine, Jake glanced at Pembroke’s office to confirm he was still out and wouldn’t be trying to Vulture this investigation away from them. His door was closed and the lights were off. Jake inserted the thumbdrive into his computer; there was only one file, and he clicked it open.

“It’s a ledger,” Rosa said. She was leaning over his shoulder, one hand planted on his desk.

Jake scrolled through the entries – it looked like about eight months of data, starting the previous May. He pointed a finger at one of the rows. “We’ve got dates, times, addresses – looks like they were getting drops two or three times a week.”

“So that’s-” Rosa closed her eyes, lips twitching. “About 80 entries. At least.”

Jake stared at her. “How do you do that?”

“Not that hard, man.” Rosa tapped the screen. “Print this out.”

They set up shop in the briefing room, where they could use the map to pin the locations in the ledger and spread out their paperwork. Right away they figured out there were four main drops, all warehouses in or near Brownsville. They each took two addresses and got to work.

Tracking addresses to possible suspects was tedious work. Most of them led back to holding companies or developers that almost certainly had nothing to do with the drug ring – they were just unlucky enough to own under-utilized property that the dealers were basically squatting out of. One of Rosa’s warehouses turned out to have ties to a known drug cartel, which they filed away for further investigation down the line.

After a couple of hours Jake brought them bags of chips and pretzels from the break room, plus cups of disgusting vending machine mochas because the kitchen coffeemaker was broken again. An hour after that, he gave up on his warehouses and turned back to the ledger.

There were a few stray addresses they had pinned to the map but hadn’t researched yet, so he sighed and began looking them up. Most of them were small units – loft apartments, run-down artist studios – in the same neighborhood as the warehouses. One was a private storage company.

And then there was an outlier: A penthouse property in Dumbo, overlooking the river. It probably had really killer views of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline.

The owner was an LLC, and the owner of the LLC was a man whose name tickled at the back of Jake’s brain – he was sure he’d seen it before but couldn’t place it. He googled the name but still nothing clicked, and then he did an image search. He glanced over the first row of photos, and sucked in a sharp breath.

“What?” Rosa looked up from her laptop.

Jake swallowed thickly, letting the pieces slot into place. “Remember the missing Rat-Dog case, a couple months ago?”

Rosa’s brows furrowed, but she nodded. “Yeah, we chased it down for the Vulture’s frat buddy.”

“Well, frat bro owns one of the drops on the ledger.” Jake spun his laptop toward Rosa and pointed to a photo of the man, his arm slung over Pembroke’s shoulders. “I think we found our cop.”

Rosa gaped at the photo for a second, then turned and locked eyes with Jake. A spark of understanding passed between them.

Jake slammed shut his laptop. Rosa began gathering up the stacks of papers they’d strewn about and Jake pulled pins out of the map. They bolted out of the briefing room, both looking toward Pembroke’s still-dark office. Jake checked the time on his phone – it was almost 8 p.m.

“What do we do?” he hissed to Rosa.

“We get out of here,” Rosa said. “Shaw’s?”

It was probably too close, but they needed to get out of the precinct now and Jake couldn’t think of anywhere else safe. He nodded and led the way.

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Amy glared at her notepad and the to-do list she’d been crafting for the past hour and a half. Usually lists were so soothing, sort of her go-to for coming down after a hard day, but even the perfectly shaped bullet points and the evenly spaced title letters weren’t helping her relax now. She tapped her favorite list-making pen (it was different from her note-taking pen and her just-jotting-down-thoughts pen and her supposed-to-be-taking-notes-but-actually-just-doodling pen for Terry’s monthly metro staff meetings) on her notebook and racked her brain for more things to put on her list.

She started to write “grocery shopping” – got so far as g-r-o – and then she tried to remember if she had orange soda at home and then she sighed and dropped her pen. That was the problem. Everything on her list came back to Jake.

She knew she should go home already. It was after 8, and Terry and Holt and most of the other reporters were gone; Hitchcock was still at his desk, presumably watching a live feed of a development board meeting, but his eyes had been closed for hours. As lonely as it felt here, Amy dreaded the idea of returning to her dark and empty apartment and not even having work to distract her. Not that work was helping much now.

Her email pinged, and Amy looked up hopefully – maybe someone had shot the mayor or a fire had broken out in a high-rise. But it was just Charles again.

The subject line said: “Just to confirm, neither you nor Jake said the words ‘break up.’” There was no text in the body of the email.

Amy deleted the email and looked up from her desk. Charles was watching her from his spot on the copy desk. She slid a finger slowly across her neck. He gave her an overly dramatic shrug and turned back to his computer.

Charles had figured out after witnessing several hushed conversations between Amy and Gina that something had gone down with Jake. Amy had given him the extremely condensed version of the story – that Jake was mad about Gina’s column and blaming Amy for it – and Charles had been instantly devastated. But he’d rallied an hour later and started pestering her for details. A little after noon, he’d latched onto the fact that they weren’t technically broken up because neither of them had said they were broken up.

At first Amy had found that thought somewhat comforting – it was true, after all – but eight hours later she was fed up. And it wasn’t just Charles she was fed up with. She’d realized, at some point late in the day, that her feelings about what had happened with Jake went beyond just hurt. She was angry with him. Even furious. He’d either never trusted her at all, or his faith had been so fragile, so superficial, that it couldn’t pass even the most obvious of tests.

That thought was heartbreaking and infuriariating and flat-out depressing, all at once.

Her email alert sounded again and Amy groaned and thought about marching straight to Charles’ desk and ordering him to just leave it. But when she looked at her inbox, the email wasn’t from him. And the subject line made her breath catch: “Jake Peralta.”

Amy glanced at the sender but she didn’t recognize the address: b00bman-at-hotmail. “Gross,” Amy muttered. She warily clicked it open.

“Dear Amy Santiago. Peralta has been selling the street drug Jazzy Pants. I HAVE PROOF. He also takes bribes and thinks women shouldn’t be in the NYPD. He also hates puppies AND kittens. ASK ANYONE. I can give you details.”

The email wasn’t signed, and it ended with an address and a time to meet later that night. Amy’s hands were shaking when she went to delete the email, just on reflex. Then she thought better of it and printed it out instead. She ran to the printer so no one else could grab it before her and read it again, her heart racing. When Charles popped up at her shoulder she actually yelped.

“What’s wrong?” he said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “I saw you run over here. What is that?”

“Nothing.” Amy held the printout to her chest so he couldn’t read it. “I’ve got to go.”

She hurried back to her desk and shut down her laptop, and slung her purse over her shoulder. She was just at the door when it occurred to her that she had no idea what her next move was. She needed to talk to Jake, but she was afraid if she called or texted he’d ignore her, or tell her to stay away.

“Charles?” She approached his desk with caution. “Do you happen to know where Jake is right now?”

“Oh, thank god,” Charles said, clapping his hands in delight. “I’ve actually been texting with him all day and right now he’s at Shaw’s with Rosa, and he said I definitely shouldn’t-”

But Amy was already headed back to the door. She heard him calling after her, “Yes! Go get him! Love finds a way!”

She paused just outside, feeling weirdly vulnerable, like someone was watching her. She realized she’d left her jacket inside, but she wasn’t going back for it – she already felt like she was running out of time.

Her hands were still unsteady as she called for an Uber. While she waited for the car, she peeked at the email again. She couldn’t explain why the note had triggered such an urgent, demanding sense of apprehension. There was something in the tone of it, a familiarity, that set her teeth on edge. She didn’t think it was just that Jake was the subject, though surely that was the most upsetting part.

Amy studied the email address again, and frowned. Gina’s source had emailed too. It wasn’t unusual to get tips via email, of course, but Amy had a strange feeling. She texted Gina to ask what her source’s email address was. She wasn’t expecting an answer, actually – reporters were generally very protective of anonymous sources, and rightfully so – but they’d reached a sort of truce today, and Amy hoped Gina might feel like doing her a favor.

Her heart stuttered when her cell phone buzzed in her hands. Amy looked at the screen: “b00bman-at-hotmail.” It was followed by a vomit emoji.

Amy’s car pulled up, and she yanked the door open and jumped inside. “As fast as you can,” she told the driver. He rolled his eyes at her in the rearview mirror, but the tires squealed when he took off.

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Jake and Rosa were at their same table at the back of Shaw’s, though with pints instead of Shirley Temples (and they’d both done a shot of whiskey, because “what the fuck, the Vulture is a drug runner now?” Rosa had said).

They’d done a bit more googling on their phones on Pembroke’s frat buddy. It wasn’t clear how friendly they were, and the photo of them was about a decade old, but the fact that Pembroke had them running cases for the guy as recently as August was pretty damning. It didn’t prove that the Vulture was associated with, much less running, the Jazzy Pants operation, but Jake knew they had enough leads to launch an investigation.

The question was what to do now.

“Go to Wuntch?” Rosa said. She was tilted back in her chair, looking cool and casual, but Jake saw the way her eyes kept darting to the front door and the exits. Shaw’s was pretty empty, which was good and bad – there weren’t any other cops around to spy on them, but they also were pretty exposed, even in the dimly lit back end of the bar.

Jake thought over Rosa’s suggestion and shook his head. “Wuntch is going to want more evidence. And she may not like Pembroke much right now, but she could still ask him about it and tip our hand. If he’s already twitchy enough to go after at least one of my CIs, no telling what he’ll do if he knows we’re onto him.”

Rosa blew her hair out of her face in a huff of frustration, but she didn’t argue with him. Jake was fidgeting with the Ninja Turtle thumbdrive, twirling it between fingers, and Rosa yanked it away and stuffed it in a jacket pocket. She shot him a glare that he read as “stop playing with the evidence, idiot.”

Jake said, “I could talk to Leo again. He might have a name he for us, maybe one of the dealers working with Pembroke.”

“Dude’s pretty scared,” Rosa said. “Even if he has a name – and that’s a big if – you think he’s going to give it up?”

“No.” Jake closed his eyes and tugged at his hair with both hands. “This is crazy. Is there seriously no one we can trust?”

“Shit.” Rosa’s chair dropped to the floor with a thud.

Jake looked up, alarmed. “What? Is he here?”

Rosa jerked her chin toward the front door. Jake spun in his chair, and it was like everything around him stopped for a moment, and just faded away. All he saw was her.

Amy’s hair was down, framing her face in dark waves, and her eyes glittered as she peered all around the room. She was biting her lip, and twisting her hands together in a nervous way. When her eyes landed on him, her face lit up for a second. And just as quickly the light was gone, replaced by a determination he recognized from their nights working together and something less familiar, a brutal sort of stoicism. His heart fluttered in his chest as she approached their table.

“Jake.” Her voice was flat, and she projected a bit so she could be heard over the music.

Jake wasn’t sure what to say (or do) – too many competing thoughts were bouncing around his head suddenly. He wanted to apologize and he wanted to tell her he still wasn’t sure. He wanted to kiss her and he wanted to send her away and he wanted to take her hand and run with her, he didn’t even care where.

Rosa cleared her throat. “I’m going to- leave.”

Amy stepped back to give Rosa room to squeeze past the table, then took her seat. She leaned forward, hands clasped together again, tightly this time so she couldn’t fidget.

“What are you doing here?” Jake said, bending toward her so he could keep his voice low.

Amy started at that, and a flash of anger creased her brow. “I thought you were done hiding,” she said, the words short and sharp.

“Amy-”

She held up a hand. “Never mind, obviously that doesn’t matter anymore. It’s not why I’m here anyway.” She pulled her purse into her lap and took out a slip of paper, which she read over first, then handed to him.

Jake squinted at the printed text in the dim light. It was an email – his name was in the subject line. As he read, he felt a hard knot form in his stomach. When he was done, he quickly folded the paper in half and then half again. He looked around the room, saw Rosa at one end of the bar and caught her eye, flagging her back to them.

“Do you know who sent it?” Jake said to Amy.

“No, but-”

“Read this,” Jake said, passing the note to Rosa as she walked up. Rosa pulled over a chair from a nearby table and straddled it, then read.

“What the hell.”

“He’s trying to pin it on me,” Jake said.

Rosa closed her eyes, crumpling the note in her fist.

“Who’s trying to pin what on you?” Amy said, looking furiously between them.

“The Vulture,” Jake said, under his breath. “Ames, I can’t explain it now, but this is bad. We need to get you out of here.”

“I don’t understand,” Amy said. “What’s he trying to pin on you?”

Jake glanced quickly around the room again before turning back to Amy. “It’s about Jazzy Pants, and I mean it, I can’t tell you everything right now. But another one of my CIs got hit today, and if he’s sending messages to you now-” He paused, because spelling it all out made it much more terrifying.

Jake felt for his gun at his side. Rosa saw him, and quickly did the same. They locked eyes and nodded.

“Jake, wait,” Amy said, sounding breathless, “what about you?”

“Rosa and I can take care of ourselves. We need to get you somewhere safe – maybe Gina, or Charles.”

“Charles is closer,” Rosa said.

“And he’s been texting me all day, so we know he’s around.” Jake stood up, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and shrugging it on.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Amy said, but she stood up too, and let herself be hustled toward the front of the bar.

“We should split up,” Jake said, when they reached the door.

Rosa nodded. “My bike’s out back. Where do you want to meet?”

Jake thought it over but his mind was blank – he wouldn’t be able to think clearly until he got Amy settled. “I’ll text you, half an hour.”

Rosa took off for the back door. Jake set a hand on Amy’s lower back, but he pushed ahead of her, and opened the front door slowly so he could make sure there was no one outside, waiting for them. It was dark and deserted. Jake pulled out his phone to call them an Uber, ushering Amy along.

He said, “I’m sorry you got dragged in-”

A solid weight tackled Jake from behind. His phone flew out of his hand and he heard Amy scream. Jake thrust an elbow back, hard, and heard a satisfying grunt as he connected. He reached for his gun, and then there was a sharp, nauseating pain in his shoulder, radiating all the way down his arm. Jake fell to one knee and he was tackled again, the weight crashing into his back and knocking the wind out of him. Jake tried to kick out but he was pinned, and he couldn’t catch his breath, and then hands were pulling his arms behind his back and binding his wrists, and he groaned in pain. He turned his head, tried to find Amy, and something dark fell over his eyes and he couldn’t see a thing.

He was dragged up to his feet and tugged forward a few stumbling steps, only to be thrown again a moment later, landing hard on his shoulder. He rolled onto his back and heard doors slamming shut, felt the jerk of a vehicle taking off. Someone yanked him up so he was sitting.

He called out, “Amy!”

“I’m here!”

The relief was immediate, and followed just as quickly by terror. At least they were together, and alive. For the moment.

Jake moved his head, tried to see anything through the black veil over his eyes. “Are you okay?”

A fist punched into his stomach and Jake grunted, folding over himself. He felt the unmistakable press of a gun into the base of his skull.

Someone leaned in close to him, breath hot on the side of his face. “No more talking.”

CHAPTER 13

#b99 fic #peraltiago #jake and amy au #newspaper au #life writes its own stories

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biblically-accurate-soup · 5 years

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Time Heals All Wounds

Hi I'm Ashe and I'm still bitter over s8 and I chanelled it into a ficlet. enjoy

(Hinted One-Sided Plance)

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He sat next the to television, trying to select a game from her collection. Pidge could hear his humming from the kitchen as she stacked as many peanut butter cookies as she could onto a single plate.

Pidge couldn't contain her giddiness. It'd been almost a year since she'd last seen Lance, maybe three months since she had last talked to him. He'd suddenly decided to pop in for a visit - said he was "in the solar system" - for the first time in ages. She paused, letting the weight of reality pull her back down for a second. It wasn't like she could be angry at him for not reaching out sooner. Her passing... well... it had damaged them all. Most of all, Lance. He had needed time by himself, and she of all people could understand that.

But tonight wasn't about that. Tonight was just them. Two bros being pals and whatnot. The heartbreak, jealously, guilt, grief, and everything else that came with it was being tossed into the closet with the other skeletons for the time being. Not when Lance was here.

Not when Lance needed her to be strong.

"Hey, Pigeon?" Lance questioned from his spot on the floor, not looking at her as she entered the room.

"Hmm?" Pidge responded from a mouthful of cookie.

"What happened to that game we got at the Space Mall?"

Pidge's heart dropped into her stomach. She carefully set the plate down on the coffee table, and quietly sat down next to him. Of course he had to ask about that stupid quiznaking game. She was at a loss for what to say. She wasn't just going to blurt out, Oh yeah, that game? I traded it in so the girl you love, who's now dead, could get a dress for the one date you were able to go on before the universe decided that we hadn't gone through shit already and took her away from us.

"Oh, that one? ... I think Matt took it with him to his place, actually."

Lance sighed in disappointment. "Well, shoot. Tell Matt I'll step on his foot the next time I see him.”

"I'll pass it along."

Pidge picked up a Kirby game and popped it into the console. She passed Lance the player one controller and watched as he fumbled his way through the tutorial.

Pidge could never resent Allura. Never, especially after every sacrifice she'd made for them- no, for the entire universe. She loved Allura like the sister she never had.

She plugged in her player two controller.

However, she sure as hell resented the space she left behind.

Pidge didn't see Lance again after except on the anniversaries days. It hurt to see him.

She looked up at the statue of Allura. She looked so regal, like the ruler she was meant to be. God, she missed her so much.

Pidge glanced at her fellow paladins. The uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Keith could barely look at Shiro anymore, and Lance barely spoke a word to anyone. Shiro was always pleasant to talk to, but she could see the aftermath weighing down on him. Hunk seemed like the only one of them who was doing pretty well for himself. He started to bring Shay with him.

She came up behind Lance and put her hand on his arm. He shot her a small smile, but never said a word. Not that he needed to. She could see how the light had faded from his eyes every time she looked at him. As each year passed, eventually Kayla barely recognized the man she once loved.

Allura, everything's falling apart. What do I do?

"Hey. It's been a while. Although I see you had a visitor," she said, glancing at the now wilted Juniberry flowers, most likely a gift from a certain farmer.

"Well, where to begin," she muttered, taking a seat on the ground. "Haven't seen Keith in about three years. Marmora keeps him busy. He tries to stay in touch with me, but he's never come back to earth. It's..." Pidge paused, trying to think of the right word, "... a bit strained here, I guess."

"Shiro and Curtis ended up adopting a daughter. Named her Allura," she smiled softly. "You would have absolutely adored her. She's about six now. Cutest little thing. She reminds me of you."

"Hunk and Shay opened a restaurant! It's universe famous, I hear. He makes a point to visit four times a year. You should see him now, Allura. He has a beard!"

"And-" her voice faltered. "I- um... I haven't seen Lance in a while now. About once a year, same day. He doesn't talk much to us anymore. I don't really now how he's doing." Pidge paused, taking a deep breath. "He misses you so much."

The wind started to pick up, scattering leaves across the courtyard. She shivered, wrapping her arms around her. "I guess that's my cue to leave," Pidge mumbled, straightening her glasses.

She rose and headed to leave, but something stopped her. Pidge closed her eyes before turning back towards the stature. Allura's stone eyes seemed to be asking her a question.

"What about you, Pidge?"

Her amber eyes stared at her feet. Pidge took in a deep breath, before letting it all out.

"I'm doing fine, 'Lura. It's like they say, time heals all wounds."

Her voice trailed off. The wind started to pick up more, tossing leaves and grass shavings around in a whirlwind.

"But, I guess it can't get rid of the scars."

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A/N: Yeah IDK what this was. I've just been bitter and salty for like... a month so this was my vent fic.

#plance #my writing #*tosses this into the tag* validate me #yeah there's some plance if you squint #if you squint reaaaaaally hard you might find some sheith #either way here's my salt do what you want with it i guess #also no i did not edit this #i wrote this at midnight you think i'm putting out quality

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Heartbreak and Hormones (Sequel to Playing the Player)

Pairing(s): Noah Barnes x OC

Bucky Barnes x Isabelle Barnes (OC)

Peggy Carter x Steve Rogers

Summary: Noah Barnes had a pretty perfect life, he was the star of the football team and his parents were still in - sickening - love. The perfect life that he had grown accustomed to slowly starts crashing down when he starts to develop feelings for a girl. The only problem? She’s his best friend’s twin sister who is very much off limits.

Warnings: fluff, fluff and more fluff!

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this first part! It’s the first thing I’ve had the motivation to write in months so please tell me what you think! I love you all very much! xxx

Part One

Friday, 1st September, 2006, New York City

Belle glanced over at her boyfriend who was making himself busy with watching the TV, though Belle could tell that Bucky was just as nervous as she was. She could tell by the way that his jaw was clenched, causing a muscle to flutter in his cheek, his blue eyes were almost too focused on the TV and his grip was a little too tight on the black leather of the couch. Belle took his hand in hers, turning it palm side down so she could scatter tiny kisses along his knuckles. Bucky finally tore his gaze from the screen to smile at Belle and he pressed a lingering kiss to her warm cheek.

“You doing okay baby?” she asked softly and he nodded, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, running his hand over the soft material of her pine green sweater.

“I’m fine sweetheart just nervous is all,” was his soft reply and Belle nodded understandingly.

“Me too but we’ll get through it together,” she smiled, resting a hand on his knee, tracing soothing circles into it.

“I can’t believe that I almost missed this,” he muttered so quietly that Belle wasn’t entirely sure that she was supposed to have heard him.

The sad remorseful look on his beautiful face caused a painful pang in Belle’s chest as she pushed the very painful memory to the back of her mind. It wouldn’t do well for either of them to dwell on the past, they had a future to look forward to.

“That wasn’t your fault Buck.”

Bucky was saved from answering when the door to their little boy’s bedroom opened with a soft creak, tearing Bucky and Belle’s attention away from one another, not before they shared a soft smile and they glanced at Noah. He had Bucky’s eyes – those beautiful blue eyes that Belle had fallen so deeply in love with – and he had Bucky’s complexion. However, as he was getting older he was starting to look more like Belle, his thick dark hair was naturally wavy like hers.

It was his first day of elementary school and Belle had to fight back tears, swallowing down the lump in her throat, her baby boy was growing up much too quickly for her liking. Noah looked nervously between his mom and dad as he shrugged his backpack on, reaching down to pet their dog Pip who was running around in circles.

It was Bucky who found his voice first, he had managed to get the morning off of work to see his son off to school, “you look great buddy, so grown up,” his voice sounded strong but when Belle glanced at Bucky she noticed that his bottom lip was quivering, a sure tell for when he was about to cry.

“Thanks dad.”

Noah gave Belle his boyish dimpled grin – that was sure to break tons of hearts in the future – when she kissed his curls, “you look so handsome baby, just like your dad,” Belle grinned and looked over at Bucky who had a slight flush on his cheeks at the compliment.

The three of them left for the elementary school not long after and it was hard to say goodbye to Noah. There were some tears from Belle as she hugged and kissed Noah goodbye, she really did try to hold back her tears. When Noah disappeared into the school Bucky and Belle had a little cry in the car, they were worried that he wouldn’t like it or he’d get bullied and wouldn’t make any friends.

Meanwhile, Noah walked into the brightly coloured room to see tables of four scattered throughout the room. He nervously approached and sat down at a table where a boy and a girl with dark brown hair were already sitting. They both gave Noah a friendly smile which put Noah at ease in an instant.

“Hi, I’m Noah Barnes,” he introduced himself, putting his hand out just like his dad had taught him to do when meeting new people.

The boy smiled before taking Noah’s hand, “I’m Matt Odinson and this is my sister Evie.”

Belle and Bucky really shouldn’t have worried about Noah because when they went to pick Noah up he had a massive grin on his face. On the drive home he gushed to his mom and dad about what a great day that he’d had.

“I met Matt and Evie,” he beamed, “they’re twins and I think they’re gonna be my best friends forever,” he giggled, looking extremely pleased with himself. Bucky and Belle grinned at each other, glad that it all had turned out to be okay.

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As the years passed it turned out that Noah had only been half right about being best friends with Matt and Evie forever. He had stayed best friends with Matt but as Noah reached middle school Evie had found her own friends and Noah eventually stopped talking about her. In fact, Noah had hardly seen Evie outside of school until he went to a mutual friend’s birthday party.

Belle had gone to pick him up and she almost laughed to herself when – out of the car window- she noticed Evie giving Noah a tight, long hug. When they pulled away from each other – Evie rather reluctantly – Noah said something to her that made her giggle and toss her hair. Belle could practically see Evie’s blush from where she was sitting, she thought that it was pretty adorable. Noah climbed into the car before Belle could wipe the smirk from her face and unfortunately Noah noticed and he eyed her suspiciously.

“What’s going on mom?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her and Belle had to work hard to conceal a laugh.

“I think that Evie has a crush on you,” Belle smiled at her thirteen year old as he gave her a disbelieving look, “why don’t you ask her to the dance?”

Noah huffed out a sigh and rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair, “because mom,” he started, “the dance is lame and I don’t like Evie like that anyway,” he shook his head and opted on looking out of the window, refusing to look at Belle.

A couple more years passed by and Noah only grew more good looking and popular, he’d cut his hair so it wouldn’t naturally turn to waves and his eyes were almost too blue. He was of course still best friends with Matt who was like a brother to him.

“Uh sis, where are you going looking like that?” Matt demanded, halting their game of soccer.

It was actually a nice day so they were making the most of it. Noah glanced at where Matt was glaring and he saw Evie in a royal blue tea dress, that showed off her legs, her recently dyed golden blonde hair fell past her shoulders in loose curls. She sighed, flicking her hair out of her eyes, glaring at her brother.

“I’m going on a date, not that its any of your business.”

Noah bit his lip, trying not to laugh at the identical scowls on the twins’ faces, instead he busied himself with tying the laces on his sneakers, trying to stay out of the conversation as much as possible.

“You are not going out dressed like that!”

Evie let out a shrill laugh before pausing momentarily, “oh god, you’re not joking. Right,” she sounded pissed off now and Noah just knew that she was tossing her hair and fixing her brother with a death glare, “stop trying to be like dad okay? You’re not dad! I’m going out like this whether you like it or not! Keep quiet about what I’m wearing or I’ll tell mom and dad about your little secret,” that shut Matt up straight away and Noah concealed his smirk, he knew what Evie was referring to.

“Alright then, see you later bro. Bye Noah,” at the mention of his name Noah looked up, his eyes started at her sparkly black heels and he glanced up to her face. His blue gaze lingered on her for too long, her smile was bright and her hair sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight.

“See you, have a great time,” Noah smiled, Evie beamed at him before she walked to her car.

“Hey man,” Matt’s voice was in Noah’s ear and an arm was slung around his shoulders, “if you even think about touching my sister, this friendship is over. For good.”

Noah’s eyes almost popped out of his head at Matt’s words, his eyes were so wide that it was comical, “are you kidding me? I respect your friendship too much, you’re my best friend.”

That was the honest truth, Noah thought that Evie was an attractive girl but there was no way in hell that they would ever be together. It wasn’t worth losing Matt.

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“deaderrose replied to your post “pfffffff reading all this good...”

The Appreciate Your Bro sans, master of the multiverse! Here to make sure all bros are appreciated and loved

You bet ;D

And uh, I kind of really like this silly thing and couldn’t just not do anything else with it, so... here.

Sans stood beside Sans. It wasn't too weird, all things considered; other timelines and even dimensions were a basic feature of most quantum physics theories, so he'd accepted he might just be one version of himself in one version of countless worlds. He'd just never expected to, y'know, actually meet any of his doppelgangers. But it was pretty dang cool when sci-fi stuff became real.

They were standing in the forest outside Snowdin, away from prying eyes and overlooking the valley that stretched below. The wind rose around them, gently buffeting the other Sans' red scarf. Sans had been glad to learn his Papyrus had made it for him rather than... well, he wasn't going to give that scenario any more thought than necessary.

"so..." Sans started, not really sure what to ask first. He had a lot of questions for a guy who'd apparently figured out how to jump timelines. Luckily, he was also the most patient guy he knew. "uh. i'm still kinda overwhelmed by all this."

"it's ok, take your time," the other Sans replied. "it was a lot for me too when i started out. ya get used to it."

"heh, i guess you would. can i... ask what it's like? traveling around, seeing other worlds, all that?"

"sure," the other Sans replied, sitting down, and Sans joined him. "not gonna lie... i've seen some stuff, pal. not everywhere’s like the worlds you or i come from. wouldn't wish a lot of those on anyone. but all the same... i've seen some pretty great stuff too. worlds where the war never happened. worlds where none of the humans were killed for their souls. did you know there's some versions of us where everything's in space? it's pretty wild."

"whoa."

"yup. didn't stay there long since everything seemed ok, but i definitely could’ve hung out for way longer."

Sans nodded, and fell silent for a bit before the next question came to mind. "so... just how many other worlds are there?"

The other Sans seemed to brighten as he shrugged. "who knows. i'll never get to all of 'em even if i stick to the ones where things went south. and sometimes things aren't even bad, some folks just need reminding."

"like undyne did here, huh?"

"yup," the other Sans nodded. "what gets real interesting is when it's some of the more unsavory types. nothin' better than starin' down some meaner, crueler version of yourself and knowing you made 'em think twice.”

"uh, wow. if i'm honest... dealing with all that sounds like a lot of work."

"oh, it is," Sans replied, amusement in his eyes. "but hey, papyrus is worth it, right? he always was good at gettin' us off our bony butts. i've seen some worlds where he's, uh, not around... and well, it's not pretty. he doesn't realize how important he is. and sometimes even we don't realize it until it's too late."

Sans contemplated his double's words. "that's why you travel, right?"

"more or less," he shrugged. "even i didn't realize the full extent of... everything until i got the machine to scan alternate timelines. i always knew papyrus was important, but... nothin' like seeing just how vital your bro is to the world, or how much he really knows about everything to really drive it home. heh. had me fooled. had everyone. ...maybe i shouldn't be telling you this, but well, too late now, heh."

"wait... you're telling me Papyrus knows about...?" Sans trailed, not sure how to bring the subject up even to himself.

"well... yeah. in some worlds he actually doesn't, but most of 'em... heh. what a cool guy. he could tell we were having a rough time dealing, so he decided to act like everything was fine, that he forgot or didn't know. just like how we did, trying to keep him happy too. me an' my papyrus had a long talk about it after i found out, and... it's up to you if you mention anything to yours. but, gotta say, it's been a huge weight off both of us."

"huh," Sans uttered, still processing this. Papyrus had been hiding from him this whole time...?

"but i don't blame you if you don't. it was probably the least fun conversation we've ever had. just starting was like trying to get two magnets with the same polarity to meet," the other Sans continued. "but long story short, after that i started looking into the other timelines, and noticed a pattern that... well, papyrus gets ignored... a lot. he’s never involved in other peoples’ stuff, he’s left out of whatever goes down, he’s all but abandoned when he could’ve fixed things. it's pretty heartbreaking.”

“yikes.”

“yeah. so i figured out how to get to these other timelines so i could pass along some friendly reminders. not tryin' to shake things up, just... make things a little nicer for everyone. a little easier on papyrus. after all, sometimes it's him that needs the reminder too. and you and i both already know to try steering things in the right direction where we can."

They sat quietly for a little while. Sans finally thought of another question.

"you really happy to do all this? i can only guess, but it sounds like you've seen some rough stuff. and the way you look... well, if it were me, i would've thrown in the towel a long time ago."

"heh, heard that one before. i dunno. maybe that's why as far as i know i'm the only sans who ever figured out this timeline stuff the way i did. there's other sanses out there who skip around, but, far as i can tell... they don't have a papyrus. or if they do... they left him behind without thinking. me, well... maybe i'm a little more determined than some. who knows. but for me, making sure people know papyrus really is great? sounds like a pretty good use of this power to me."

Sans chuckled. "yeah, ya got me there. there's, uh, definitely worse uses. but... maybe there's better ones too."

"oh sure. but you know me."

"i guess i do, heh."

Sans did know. Or, he could guess. If he had the power to jump timelines, and had found things as this other Sans had said--that his brother was ignored, abandoned, brushed off--forgotten... well, he might've taken up this mission too. But he couldn't see himself keeping it up for very long. This other version of himself really did seem more determined.

"we're not cut out to be the hero."

"nah," the other Sans agreed. "that's papyrus. or undyne. or the human that shows up here eventually. sometimes it's even that flower papyrus mentions... but not usually. don't trust him."

"never did."

"good. anyway, yeah. telling everyone how cool our brother is? one thing we CAN do... a lot. so i do. and if it makes some of these places a little better, some papyruses out there a little happier... hey. we always said that as long as he was happy, so were we, right?"

Sans studied his counterpart, and closed his eyes. "yeah."

"anyway. keep up the good work. i gotta get going."

"more alternate universes to straighten out?"

"nah. you know how papyrus is. he gets cranky without his bedtime story."

"heh, gotcha. well, uh, good luck pal. you should stop by again sometime and we'll get grillby's together. really throw everyone for a loop, heh heh."

The other Sans laughed as he stood. "oh man, y'know, i actually did that with another sans once? it was absolutely priceless. if i get some time i'll take you up on it so you can see for yourself."

"sounds great. and, uh... thanks pal. you're out there fightin' the good fight."

"hey, i guess one of us had to. anyway, good chat."

Sans stood. "heh, yeah. it was nice meetin' me. see ya around."

"yup. catch ya later." The other Sans winked, the world flickered, and he was gone. Sans studied the spot he'd occupied, and sat back down. He had a lot to think about. One thing was certain though: he’d make sure his own Papyrus would always feel appreciated. He could do that much.

#deaderrose #undertalethingem writes #i can't believe this #but enjoy #????

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A Quick Lesson In Saying Goodbye

Dave has a dream about someone long dead.

(Read it on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12824328)

I only know that I’m done dreaming when I feel a hand on my shoulder, shaking me too gently to be Karkat. Even before I’m all the way awake, I can feel wetness on my face…fuck. Crying in my sleep again, not that it’s a surprise. My mind’s still half-in the dream, too—until I force myself to open my eyes, all I can see is Bro’s last grin, amused but still so fucking heartbreaking.

The sense of disconnect gets worse for a second when I do open my eyes, because the face frowning down at me is only a little different from the one in my head, and the hand on my shoulder is wearing those shitty fingerless gloves. It’s not him, though. Well…maybe a little. Biologically yes, but no in every way that matters.

"You all right?“ Dirk asks.

It’s weird. My voice sticks in my throat. I nod anyway, sitting up on the couch and swiping one sleeve across my face to get rid of the tears. Too bad my eyes haven’t gotten the message to stop dripping yet… "Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” I halfway don’t want to look at him—falling asleep halfway through a party is stupid and having him wake me up after the thing’s over because I’m crying is fucking lame—but on another level I need to stare at him, satisfy myself that he’s not dead. Not Bro and not dead. I end up rubbing my eyes like a little kid, trying to stare at him without being all that obvious. “I’m okay.”

He’s not wearing his shades; normally that’d help to get the weird déjà vu to dissipate, but not this time. Right now all it means is that I can tell when he’s looking at me, and he does for a couple seconds before sitting down on the couch next to me, leaning over to pick up my shades off the floor. “Nightmares.” He doesn’t make it a question, more of an open-ended statement. For once, though, I do want to talk.

"Not really.“ I take the shades, setting them on my lap and rubbing the last of the wetness out of my eyes. "A dream, yeah, maybe a bad one. But…just sad. Not shit to be afraid of.”

"Even the sad ones suck, though…and I’m guessing it’s worse for you.“ Dirk frowns, blinks, and adds, "The Time stuff, I mean. I know you probably went through more bad shit than any of us.”

"Maybe. Sometimes.“ I dream about the doomed timelines a lot; it scares the shit out of Karkat when it happens. Those nightmares are horrible. "This wasn’t about that, though. It wasn’t a dreambubble either.”

"You still get those?“

"Not that often anymore, but yeah.” I never know how to feel about the bubbles. They hurt, sometimes, but talking to ghosts isn’t something I really want to stop doing. “I just…this wasn’t memories, wasn’t dreambubbles, wasn’t even meaningless random shit. I don’t know.” I put my shades on. Apparently I might not be done crying, because they fog up more or less immediately; I take them off and start polishing them with my shirt. “You ever get dreams that you know shouldn’t mean anything, but you think they do anyway?”

Dirk considers for a minute, then shrugs. “I dream about the game a lot,” he says, “about all the ways I could’ve fucked up, or being back on Earth and never meeting another human, being the only one left in an empty session with no door out, taking a metaphysical wrong turn somewhere and ending up as one of the versions of me that're even worse than who I am. Or just meaningless random shit, like you said.” "Different versions of you. Bro?“

"That’s one of the scary ones, yeah.”

"That’s who I was dreaming about.“ My shades are clean; I really don’t need to keep wiping at them but I do need a reason not to look at him. It’s blatantly obvious avoidance tactics, but I do need an excuse to not look at him as I talk. "Bro.” My eyes itch.

Dirk’s looking at me. I don’t have to look at him to know it; I can feel it. “You okay?” Does he know how much his voice reminds me of Bro sometimes? I hope not.

"I’m okay.“

"You want to talk?”

Fuck yes, please. “If you’re okay with listening, yeah.”

I look up at him as he nods. I can’t stop fidgeting with my shades as I start talking. The whole dream’s so fucking clear in my memory, easy to drag out—there are things that actually happened that I don’t remember half this well.

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The roof. I’d spent a lot of time here, once. Not that it used to look like this—the rest of the city gone dark, chunks of the skyline missing where something made impact with the ground, smashing buildings like toys. It was barely recognisable, actually.

And the sky…that, I recognised, but it was still wrong. No stars, but brighter than if there was. The sky, the actual fabric of reality, was cracked open in spiderweb fractures from horizon to horizon, spectrums of color coruscating where the void wasn’t.

I have no clue how long I just sat there with my legs hanging off the edge, watching the colors change and thinking about the fact that this was our fault. Well, maybe that wasn’t what I meant…but we, me and people I knew, were the reason that the sky was broken. We’d set into motion events that changed the structure of reality. Destroyed it a bit, maybe.

I wasn’t sure what to think about that, so as much as I could, I didn’t think. About anything. If time was passing, I couldn’t sense it, and for awhile nothing changed but the sky.

"Hey, lil’ man.“

He almost made me jump. Almost. Instead, I just turned my head. "Didn’t you die?” Had he been there the whole time, lying back with his hands behind his head and watching the sky? “You look like shit.”

Bro rolled his eyes at me—fuck, when was the last time I’d seen him without his shades?—and grinned, pushing himself up onto his elbows.“Wrong on the first count, but I ain’t gonna argue on the second.” Any other time, the amount of blood on him would have made me dizzy, but right now? Just made me achingly sad. Maybe confused as to how he was functioning at all—there was a wet stain in the center of his chest, and although I didn’t want to look all that closely, I was pretty sure his throat had been cut, from the amount of blood there. “Don’t worry, though. You’ll be right on both counts in a little while.”

"You’re dying.“ Fuck. Again.

Bro nodded, still smiling. "Yep. But hey, you’re not. Means I did my job right, huh?”

"Fuck no you didn’t.“ I said it and knew I shouldn’t be saying it, but him thinking he did any part of raising me right—other than not actually killing me or getting me killed—sent a spike of half-blinding anger into my head. "What part are you saying you did right? Beating the shit out of me? Taking off for months, letting me fend for myself? Fuckin’ Cal, are you calling that shit right? It wasn’t, none of it was, and you fuckin’ know it.”

He let me finish without stopping me, without even losing his faint smile, and even waited a couple seconds to be sure I was done. “You’re alive, though. Stay that way, kid.” And her reached across with one hand, trying to ruffle my hair.

The fact that I could dodge him that easily drove home the point that yeah, he was dying. Most of my anger evaporated—what was the point? “Fuck you, Bro.” And because I wouldn’t get another chance, and I was still pissed: “You know I hated you, right?”

"Really.“ I’d expected some kind of reaction from him—anger, maybe, or scorn. Something other than him just looking up at the sky for another moment before sitting all the way up and turning to me. "You know I cared about you, right?”

There was absolutely nothing about him that suggested he was lying. He believed that shit, and I shook my head. “Like fuck you did.”

"No, really. Everything I did was to give you a better chance, keep you alive in this damn thing. You’re a good kid, y'know? Would’ve sucked if I spent that much time on you and you went and got yourself creamed in your fuckin’ game.“

"Fuck you.” I’d said that once already, but he didn’t seem to be getting the message. Might as well repeat it. “You did what you did ‘cause it was easier to kick my ass and fuck my head up than to teach me shit like a fuckin’ normal person. You were a bastard then and you’re an asshole now, and you don’t get to turn it around and call it what was best for me.” I was getting angry again, somehow without losing any of the sadness. God, but this was pointless—it couldn’t change anything that’d happened, and he sure as hell wouldn’t be changing. “You—fuck. Fuck you.”

If he’d gotten angry, I would’ve been okay. Scared, but okay. Instead he just shrugged, staring at me as if he’d never bothered to take a good look before. Come to think of it, maybe he hadn’t. “You said you hated me,” he said quietly.

"Damn straight.“

"Nah, you said 'hated.’ Past tense. You hate me right now, lil’ man?”

"I—" I could’ve lied, easy. Except I really couldn’t. “No.” He was my Bro, and the awful thing was that he’d been a good brother sometimes. Maybe not often, maybe not for a long time, but hey. I didn’t forget the good shit. And he was dying, and as stupid as it was, my eyes were getting blurry. “F-fuck you, alright?”

He tilted his head, and I don’t think I’d ever seen that expression on his face before. “Aw, hell, kid.” This time when he reached for me he moved slower than before. I was still too fucking tired to dodge, even though I could see blood on his hand and I didn’t exactly want that touching me. “You’re cryin’, lil’ man.”

His fingers felt damp against my face, but when he took his hand away and I went to wipe at where he’d touched, my fingers came away clean. “Stupid.”

"Nah.“ Pity. Maybe that was what that look was. Or regret. Either way, something I’d never gotten out of him. "That ain’t stupid, just human. Least someone’s gonna remember me.” He sighed, slumping a little and looking down at the mess of what used to be Houston. “For what it’s worth, I think I did my best. I loved you, kid. Love you now. If I wasn’t on my way out—”

"Just shut up.“ It came out a hell of a lot harsher than I’d meant it to. He was telling the truth. That was the horrible thing. He did think he hadn’t done anything wrong, and I knew he was wrong. And in the end, it didn’t matter. "I don’t hate you. Not all the time. It’s not worth it.” I’d already said most of the pointless things I could to him, but I still had at least one more. “Fuck, Bro, why’d you get yourself killed like this?”

My voice cracked halfway through the sentence. I think that the moment I knew it was a dream was when Bro stared at me, shrugged, and reached over to wrap his arms around me. He’d never done that, he would never do that, and for a second I was fully aware that none of this was even a little real, and I could’ve broken out of it. Instead, I just hugged him. Forgot about the reality or lack thereof of all this, forgot about the blood, forgot about all the stupid pointless shit for some length of time that I didn’t bother trying to keep track of.

However long it was, it wasn’t long enough before he winced and let me go, pushing me back gently. God, I almost wished he wasn’t being gentle. That’d make shit easier. “You gonna be alright, lil’ man?”

Good fucking question. “Yeah.” I was shaking my head even as I said it, wiping at my eyes with my sleeve. “I—fuck, I miss you. I’m pissed at you, I hate you, and I fuckin’ hate you. And it just—it gets worse, 'cause I hate myself for caring about you 'n I feel like shit for hating you when you’re gone because of me, it’s so—so fucking stupid—”

"Shh.“ He shook his head, glancing out at the ruined city, folding one arm across his chest and grimacing before looking back at me. "I know. I know, kid, it sucks.” He reached over with his free hand, lacing his fingers through mine and giving them a quick squeeze before letting go. “If it was my choice, I’d make you forget me. Everything about me—good shit, bad shit, the whole shebang. You’re a good kid…wish I didn’t have to leave you.” One more look out at the skyline, his hand coming up to rub at the cut around his neck. “My time’s just about up…the guardian’s almost here. Can you give me a hand up, kid?”

"Yeah.“ I got to my feet, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him up. If I’d been able to get ahold of both of his hands it would’ve been a piece of cake, but he wouldn’t or couldn’t take his other arm away from where it was pressed against his chest. In the end, I pulled his arm across my shoulders, dragging him to his feet and letting him lean against me. "What’s the guardian, Bro?”

For a second he didn’t answer, breathing heavy and leaning on me for support. He might not have been hurting before, but now he sure as hell was now. “The one that’s coming to get me…it’ll be whatever I deserve.” He’d been looking out at the skyline, eyes half-focused; now he glanced at me again, smiling a little. “Probably an animal, that’s what I think…what d'you think it’ll be?”

I didn’t think about it. “Eagle.” Didn’t know why I picked it, either, but Bro laughed, a genuinely amused grin spreading across his face. "Never been that brave, kid.“ He pulled out of my grip, and even though I didn’t want to let go, I didn’t have a choice. "Never been that innocent, either.” This time when he reached out to ruffle my hair, I didn’t dodge it. “I’m sorry.”

I opened my mouth. Closed it again. There’s no fucking answer to that, you know? Not, “it’s okay,” because it isn’t, not “you should be,” even though that’s the truth. Nothing. Maybe the fact that my eyes were so blurry I could barely see him was some kind of answer in itself, I don’t know, but when he took his hand away I had to close my eyes, blink away some of the tears, and wipe at my face for a second.

When I opened my eyes again, he wasn’t looking at me anymore, and the cracks in the sky weren’t the brightest thing there.

The guardian wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, but when I looked at it I still felt like it was familiar—an animal, not quite a wolf and not quite a lion but a little like both, faceless and covered in pure white fur that could have been soft or could have been made out of a thousand million tiny needles, standing calmly on the air just past the edge of the roof with its long tail switching back and forth. Next to it, Bro looked like a kid. An amazed, terrified, hurt kid. Reminded me of myself, from some time before now, and fuck but that hurt.

"Bro…“ My voice cracked and almost quit, but I forced one more sentence out. "I don’t want you to go.”

I got a glance back from him, and a shrug, and a grin that spoke of some painful (but still amusing) cosmic joke that I was missing out on. “Sorry, Dave…”

And he took two steps forward, staggering before he stepped off the edge and catching himself on the guardian, wrapping his arms around its neck and burying his face in its fur. I blinked, and the bloodstains on his clothes and skin faded away. Blinked again, and I was the only thing alive in that place.

**********

"After that,“ I say, not looking at anything except my hands in my lap—definitely not at Dirk— "I think I just cried until you woke me up.” I’m just thankful he let me talk through the whole thing. He hasn’t asked questions, hasn’t done anything other than listen and, when I started crying again, reached over to put a hand on my shoulder. “Which…fuck, I didn’t cry this much when he really died, it’s so fucking stupid..."

I want to be able to not be crying. That isn’t happening.

"I don’t think it’s stupid,“ Dirk says quietly. "Shit takes time to sink in, you start to forget the aspects of him that were worth hating…you can’t always say goodbye at the right time. There isn’t a wrong way to feel about his being gone, you know?”

"Wish it didn’t hurt.“ When I put my shades on they don’t fog up, thank god, and I can finally look up at Dirk. "Wish he was—fuck, I don’t know…my mind wants him to have been like you are, worth having as a brother, worth mourning and missing and whatever, but he’s not.”

Dirk blinks. Several times. “I don’t know what went wrong that he wasn’t,” he says. “I’m glad you think I’m better than he was. I’m sorry he wasn’t better.”

"Not your fault.“ I sigh, and lean against him. "He sucked, but you…you make up for it…thanks, man.”

He’s smiling. Just a little. “No problem, Dave.”

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