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finntheehumaneater · 4 months

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I owe you a black-eye and two kisses (pt 2)

(Part one) (part three)

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CW: smoking, language, some slurs

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Eddie tried to walk slower as Steve stumbled behind him, back to the parking lot off the back of the school where he had left his van. He felt kind of bad for Steve, but then again, this guy had always been an asshole to him. He didn’t know why it stung to watch his glassy eyes dart around the ground as he went, making sure he didn’t trip over anything.

He hopped over the curb and onto the concrete, holding his hand out to catch Steve as the guy practically fell over the small drop. And he said he had walked here? No wonder the knees of his jeans were all scraped up.

Eddie’s cheeks heated as he awkwardly helped Steve limp over to the passenger’s door of the van. If he knew he would have been driving someone else, he would have at least tidied up a bit. It wasn’t that messy, but the blankets were bundled up on the mattress in the back, and the whole place smelled like cigarette smoke and whatever tea Wayne had left out on the counter for him when he woke up. He opened the door for Steve and watched as Steve clambered inside, wincing as he hunched over in the seat, hand on his stomach. He totally wasn’t only aware of that because he had been looking at the way Steve’s shirt clung to him too tightly. It couldn’t have been his. Steve didn’t look like the kind of guy to listen to Madonna. It probably belonged to some girl he was hooking up with.

Eddie walked over to the driver's side and grabbed a cigarette from the cup holder on the side of the door as he got in, holding it out to Steve. Steve hesitated, but eventually took it, and Eddie handed him the lighter, starting the car. Steve fumbled with it for a moment, and Eddie sighed, taking it from him and lighting the cigarette for Steve before putting it back in the pocket of his jacket.

He was mostly quiet as Eddie drove, which Eddie was thankful for. He didn’t need to listen to Steve complain about the state of his van or the empty cigarette boxes stuffed in front of the passenger seat—no one ever rode with him, save his uncle, who didn’t care how the van looked, as long as it still worked. Steve didn’t look like he hated this, though, because he was leaning against the window with his eyes closed, forehead pressed to the glass and his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. He looked almost at peace.

Eddie guessed it was probably because he knew he was going to be rid of him soon—back to his big fancy house with his big driveway and his nicer car. And just because he could, Eddie reached over to the glovebox, rummaging around the cassettes until he found one that he knew Steve was going to hate.

He put it in and tried to turn it down as quickly as he could, so that Steve could rest a while, because he did look tired—but Steve still jolted awake when it started.

“Sorry, sorry,” Eddie said lightly, finally turning the music down to a softer volume. He felt bad, which was weird. Because of course he had to be sympathetic towards the person who had called him a queer and a fag all his life—who had glared at him in hallways. He had never actually touched Eddie, but words still fucking hurt. It’s not like Steve was wrong, though. He was a fag.

Steve blinked slightly, and Eddie looked back at the road, hearing Steve sigh and go to touch at his face, but he winced. Eddie glanced over again, trying not to take his eyes off of the road for too long. It was kind of dark, now, and there wasn’t really anyone else out there driving, since it was a Saturday.

“You alright? I’ve probably got some pain killers in here,” Eddie muttered, turning a corner as slowly as he could so that Steve didn’t get jostled around too much.

“S’fine,” Steve muttered, but his voice was tight like he was about to cry again, and all of this felt too weird for Eddie. Steve Harrington didn’t cry, let alone in front of someone who he hated. Eddie pulled the car over and ignored Steve’s small noise of protest as he climbed into the back, rummaging around his bag for a minute, nearly tripping over one of the blankets.

“Do you sleep in here?”

Eddie’s head snapped up and he squinted slightly at Steve. “What?”

“In your van.”

“I have a fucking house,” Eddie snapped, glaring at Steve. “I’m not that poor.”

Steve flinched slightly, looking away, and Eddie went back to looking for the pain meds. Maybe he should just leave it and get back to driving. The sooner he could drop Steve off, the better. Still, he kept looking and eventually found them, grabbing the water bottle tucked away under one of the blankets. It was kind of warm, but it would have to do.

He tossed it to Steve and handed him the pill-bottle, climbing back into the driver’s seat and kicking the blanket off of his shoe as he sat back down, straightening out his hair. “There.”

He saw Steve nod as he took the pills, nearly coughing and spitting it back out, and Eddie reached over to pat his back slightly, sighing. “Jesus, Harrington, don’t choke.”

Steve coughed again, tucking his face into his arm, his eyes brimming with tears. “I-I’m okay. I’m okay.”

Eddie moved his hand, sitting back properly in his seat and turning the music up a bit now that he knew Steve was awake. He started to drive again, and Steve pressed a hand against his chest, taking a deep breath.

Eddie huffed. “What’s wrong now, hm?”

“Nothing,” Steve bit back, and there it was. The guy could only pretend to be nice for so long. “Just—don’t take me home.”

Eddie paused, glancing over at Steve again so quickly that the car swerved slightly, and Steve gripped into the armrest of the seat for a moment before Eddie looked back and straightened them out. “Don’t take you home?”

“Just—just drop me off here, okay? My parents aren’t there, and Robin’s parents aren’t letting her leave the house, and—a-and I can’t be alone right now. Please.” And fuck, Steve was practically begging, now, his hand gripping at Eddie’s shoulder in a way that hurt. He looked panicked.

Eddie forced himself to relax and gently pried Steve’s hand off of him, placing it on Steve’s thigh and patting it lightly. “Come home with me.”

“What?”

“Harrington—you can barely keep your eyes open, and you’re…you’re hurt. Stay the night with me. Wayne knows fuck-all about medicine, he can take a look at you, okay? And then in the morning I’ll drop you off at….?”

“Dustin’s,” Steve answered quickly. “Dustin Henderson.”

Eddie looked Steve over. He had heard talk that Steve had gone soft—stopped being such a bitch and actually treated people like people—but no way in hell was he going to believe that. Still, Eddie felt kind of bad about his appearance. His hair didn’t look as nice as it always did.

“Fine. But you’ll have to tell me how to get there.”

Steve nodded and Eddie pulled into someone else’s driveway—one of the nice fancy houses, but it didn’t look like Steve’s. Not that he would know what Steve’s house looked like. He had never been there.

“And don’t piss Wayne off, okay?” Eddie warns, reaching over to shove Steve’s shoulder lightly, and Steve winces, but smiles slightly. “He doesn’t like me bringing people home. You’re lucky, sweetheart.”

“Am I?” Steve whispered, rubbing his shoulder slightly. He must have been pretty fucked up for that to hurt, Eddie thought to himself, looking back at the road.

“Yep. You can have the couch.”

“Mmm,” Steve hummed, leaning back against the chair. “This how you treat all your girls, Munson?”

“I would, but there are no girls,” Eddie replies, his voice almost too bitter, even though he knew Steve was joking. “But you already knew that. Right, Harrington?”

Steve shrunk into himself, nodding. He hesitated, before sighing and rubbing a hand over his bruised face gently. “I don’t—you have a bed in the back of your car. S’why I asked earlier. I didn’t mean to piss you off or anything. I was just worried.”

“Worried,” Eddie repeated, trying to make himself sound less pissed off, because Steve looked upset—and guilty—enough, and Eddie didn’t want to make him feel worse.

“Yeah. Thought your Uncle might’ve kicked you out, or something.”

Wayne wouldn’t have done that, but Steve wasn’t completely insane for thinking it. He and Eddie argued a lot—and it seemed to happen in public more than anything—so most assumed that Eddie would be out of the trailer within a few weeks, and he’d have to find someone else to bother. But then months would pass, and he’d still be hanging around. Wayne loved him, even if he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to, really. He was the closest to family that Eddie had, now.

“He can’t get rid of me, even if he tried, Stevie,” Eddie said lightly, forcing a smile and a wink—and Steve smiled back, but his eyes were still glassy and his hands were shaking, his breath uneven.

“Okay.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re friends. Got that? M’just helping out for tonight, Alright? Tomorrow you’re outta here and we go back to hating each other.”

Eddie couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in Steve’s eyes as he glanced over again. The way he wiped at his eyes, agitating blood-dried skin.

Steve nodded again. “Yeah. Alright.”

Hallo!!! So, part one got way more attention than I thought it would, so I wrote this super fucking fast because I was excited. I don’t know how many more parts this will have, but I do have a part three planned out :)

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mrsarcherofinfamy · 5 months

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• JD McDonagh x Reader

Summary: You and JD have been dating since you were both in NXT. Since you both got called up to Raw, you have joined The Judgement Day and JD has been trying to get into The Judgement Day. Things get a little heated after the members find out something about you and JD.

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Sitting on the bathroom counter in me and JD's hotel room, I am putting some makeup on and straighten my hair for Monday Night Raw tonight. I hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"It's open."

JD walks in and looks over at me in the mirror.

"Damn babe. You are so gorgeous."

He puts his hands on my sides and his chin on my shoulder. I giggle, turn my head and kiss his cheek.

"Thank you babe."

"SO Y/N. When you are done, can you come out to the bedroom? I have a question for you."

"Of course honey."

He lets me go and leaves the bathroom. I finish up with my hair and my makeup and get off the counter. I come around the corner and JD is standing at the end of the bed holding a rose. I walk over to him taking the rose.

"What's this?"

"Well I have been waiting to ask you this for years and I can't wait any longer. I can't find the right time to do it so I'm just gonna do it now."

He gets down on one knee and grabs my hand. I look down at him with a shocked face starting to tear up dropping the rose on the ground. He pulls a little black box out of his pocket and opens it showing this beautiful ring.

"Y/N. You make me the happiest man on the planet. We have been together for a few years now and I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my soulmate. Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes!"

He stands up and kisses me. I kiss him back than look down at the ring.

"Babe. This ring is beautiful."

He grabs my hand and puts it on my finger. I look up at him.

"Do you possibly have a ring for yourself?"

"Oh I'm way ahead of you baby."

He shows me his hand with a black band ring on his finger. He hands me one for myself as well. I giggle, grab his face and kiss him. I pull back and hear a knock at the door. His eyes go wide realizing what time it is.

"I lost track of time."

He whispers to me and goes into the bathroom locking the door. I quickly grab my wrestling bag and my phone and walk to the door. I quickly change my diamond ring for my black rubber ring. I open the door and see Damian Priest standing there.

"Hey Damian!"

"Hey Y/N. Was there someone in your room with you? I thought I heard someone talking."

I give him a confused look and shake my head no.

"Nope. Just had the TV on. Anyways, let's get going."

I grab his wrist, drag him away from the hotel room and out to his car. We head off to the arena. I text JD letting him know that we have left.

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*20 minutes before Raw starts*

I am sitting on the couch in The Judgement Day locker room. Damian is sitting next to me with his arm behind me on the couch. He has been trying to flirt with me and get with me since I joined them. Rhea comes into the locker room with Dominick and JD. I am scrolling on my phone not noticing Damian slowly sliding his arm down the couch to my side. I feel him grab my side so I decide to elbow him in the chest. He grunts, grabs his chest and starts coughing.

"That's what you get Priest."

Rhea starts laughing at him along with Dom and JD. I get up and go sit with Dom and JD on the other couch. We hear a knock on the door and Rhea gets up to answer it. Adam Pearce walks into the locker room looking at all of us.

"Rhea. Dom. Y/N. JD. You are opening Raw tonight. Better get ready."

Adam turns and walks out. I get up, go to the bathroom and get changed into a Judgement Day shirt, my black and purple leather shorts, purple leather jacket and my black wrestling boots. I walk out of the bathroom fixing my hair and look up to see Damian's jaw almost on the floor.

"And.... and I can't come out.. out with you guys?"

He points at me with his jaw dropped. I roll my eyes and follow Rhea out of the locker room with Dom and JD right behind us.

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We are in the ring cutting a promo. Me and Rhea are calling out the women's tag team champions Chelsea Green and Piper Niven.

"Piper. Chelsea. Get your asses out here. We want those tag team titles!"

I throw my mic down and motion for them to come out. Rhea grabs my arm and shakes her head yes meaning I did good on our promo. Piper and Chelsea make their way out to the ring and get in our faces. Piper grabs the mic out of Rhea's hand and I go to swing at her, but JD grabs my waist and pulls me away from her. Dom grabs Rhea's arm and pulls her away too. We all climb out of the ring and get ready for our match.

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*near the end of the match*

Piper is kneeling infront of the commentary table and Chelsea is in the ring getting beat up by Rhea. I run and give Piper my signature shining wizard to take her out. Rhea picks up Chelsea and gives her a Riptide. Rhea pins her and wins us the tag team titles. Dom slides into the ring and hugs her. JD picks me up and spins me around as I wrap my legs around his waist.

"You did it baby."

He says to me setting me down making me smile. I walk over grabbing the titles and go into the ring. Rhea hugs me than takes one of the titles from me. We celebrate with a bunch of Pyro going off. We roll out of the ring walking up the ramp and to the back to our locker room.

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"There is the champs!!"

We walk in with Damian and Finn yelling for us! I walk over and hug Finn than turn to Damian. He has his arms out signaling for a hug. I roll my eyes and hug him lightly. He pulls me closer to him and goes to kiss my forehead. I move away from him and over towards JD. I give him a big hug smiling really big. Damian pulls me away from him and pushes him against the wall wrapping his hands around his neck choking him hard. I gasp and grab Damian's arm trying to get him off JD. Dom, Finn and Rhea grab Damian's waist and arms trying to get him off as well. Damian looks over at my hand on his arm trying to get him off and notices my black rubber ring. He looks at JD and see a black rubber ring on his finger as well. He drops JD and looks over at me with a serious look on his face. I look up at him slightly scared.

"When were you gonna tell us?! Tell me?!" He grabs my hand pointing to my ring. My eyes go wide looking up at him. He grabs JD's hand and holds it next to mine. The rest of Judgement Day gasps seeing our rings. I look down feeling my face get red slowly pulling my hand away. JD looks at Damian pulling his hand away as well.

"Answer me! Y/N! JD! When were you going to tell us?!"

I look up at Damian than back at Rhea, Finn and Dom.

"Well everyone..... this happened before we left for Raw earlier."

I hold my hand up showing the black ring.

"SO you two just randomly are engaged? Like when did you two even start dating?"

"No Damian. Me and JD have been together since our NXT days."

Rhea, Finn and Dom are silently laughing at Damian. He turns and looks at them with an angry face.

"What is so funny you three?"

"Ummm Damian?"

I tap his shoulder making him turn back to look at me.

"Everyone knew I was dating JD.... but you. We didn't want to tell you because look how you reacted...."

"What?! Are you kidding me?!"

I shake my head yes looking up at him. He looks at me than looks at JD. He grabs JD's shirt pulling him closer to himself.

"You better take care of her or lord help you if you don't. It won't be pretty for you."

I roll my eyes and everyone else starts congratulating me and JD on our engagement. I take the real engagement ring out of my wrestling bag and show it off to them......

THE END

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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 1 - "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hello everyone, and welcome to Finn's Whumptober! This is the first of the past fifteen days to come out, and the other fourteen will be releasing every hour on the hour! I've put an incredible amount of work into making these (the first batch is like. 30k words alone-) so if you guys have been craving some of my content, here you go! You're getting plenty nowadays!

GENERAL TWS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF MY STORIES: blood, vomit, beatings, assault, bullying, kinda gorey at some points, other stuff just be careful. I'll go back through and tag each individually if I need to!

Since I'm scheduling these, I won't have the opportunity to add anyone but @splinnters to the tag list, but there's going to be so many of them that I feel like it's going to be easy to find. Hope you enjoy reading all of these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Words: 2.1k

Jay was bored.

Who knew working a party could be so mind-numbingly boring? The point of parties was to let loose and have fun, and yet here he was, stuck in a dumb stuffy suit in the corner only watching as everyone got more and more drunk off their asses. He sipped at his disappointedly non-alcoholic punch, pretending like he was keeping a careful eye over the rest of the patrons as they danced.

Getting called to watch Cyrus Borg’s work functions was one of the worst things to happen to him in recent times.

“Check in, everyone,” Lloyd said over the comm, and Jay tapped his foot against the ground as he waited for everyone else to sound off. Cole was standing on the entire other side of the room, and Jay had long since given up trying to hold a mime’s version of a conversation with his brother when the earth ninja only gave him an unimpressed stare after the first gesture. At least he was stuck in here with his best friend rather than Kai or Zane; knowing them, he would’ve gotten a full lecture rather than just a look.

A crackle, and then his beautiful Yang’s angelic voice. “Kai and I are clear.”

Part of Jay wanted to chime in and talk to her with a casual conversation about guest gossip, but he had already gotten in enough trouble tonight; he couldn’t start pushing it.

Zane and Pixal both spoke, and then it was Cole’s turn. “Jay and I are clear, although someone needs to start laying off the punch. He’s already almost spilled on himself more than once.”

“Hey!” Jay exclaimed, but he still kept it down so no one would start listening in. It pleased him immensely to hear Nya giggle over the comm, and it took every bit of self-restraint to keep from playing up the act. “I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.”

“Sure you are, bro,” Cole rolled his eyes across the room, and Jay felt his power start to flicker under his skin in frustration. Pushing the lightning down, Jay huffed, checking in with Lloyd before going back to his self-assigned duty of people-watching. At least he had a nice spot next to the punch table.

It wasn’t very long before someone bumped into him, causing his drink to slosh around and over the rim of his glass. Jay turned to face whoever it was, ready to give them a piece of his mind for almost getting punch on his nice shoes (seriously, they were brand-new!), but he stopped when he remembered that these people were all civillians and he did have to at least make an effort to be nice.

Unfortunately.

“I’m so sorry about that,” the stranger said, flashing his pearly whites and readjusting his cuffs. Jay’s danger sense was going off, and he resisted every urge in his body that was screaming for him to run far away from here. This was just a normal guy, so why was he feeling like this?

“Don’t worry about it, no harm done,” Jay chuckled, masking his discomfort with ease. It was one of his most used skills, especially in social situations.

“Surely you wouldn’t mind if I just got you another glass? Anything for a great hero of Ninjago!”

Never accept drinks from strangers, dear, he could hear his Ma say, and Jay always heeded the advice his mother gave him after the Underwear Incident.

He shook his head. “No thank you, don’t worry about it. Go enjoy the festivities, please, I insist.”

A rather cold goodbye for the sociable lightning ninja; Jay hoped that no one else would notice so it wouldn’t end up on the media. What a mess to clean up that would be, and the others already made enough messes online. The man huffed as if Jay had personally offended him, stalking off into the crowd where Jay’s eyes couldn’t be bothered to follow him. Frowning, Jay took another sip of his drink, only to bring it away from his mouth in confusion.

Why did it taste different?

Must be my lightning, Jay thought to himself as he drank it, noticing the previously sweet taste switching to salty. His lightning tended to change his taste buds whenever he suppressed it, just another little quirk of having powers, so this was just another case of that happening.

It definitely wasn’t the case fifteen minutes later.

Jay kept getting dizzier and dizzier as time passed, leaning back on the pillar and relying on it to keep him stable. Everything around him was spinning, the low lights blurring into vague patterns and swirling around on the floor at a speed that he couldn’t comprehend. He could feel the sweat gathering on the back of his neck, hot and sticking to his shirt collar. There were nails being driven into his temples, and he winced as the crowd suddenly cheered when Cyrus Borg came out on the other side of the room to start his speech. Pixal and Zane were on the stage with him, and Jay had to keep himself from screaming as the spotlights followed the three as they walked.

Up until now, he had hesitated everytime his hand went to his comm; he had already pissed Cole off once or twice, he shouldn’t say anything unless it was an absolute emergency.

His vision blacked out for a second, and Jay was suddenly hyperaware of everything happening around him. This wasn’t normal; this was an emergency.

“Cole,” Jay said, swallowing back the spit in his mouth that threatened to spill down his lips. Why couldn’t he feel his lips? Why did his throat feel like it was clogging up with something?

Reaching up with an arm, his brother looked quite bored. “What is it now, Jay?”

“Something’s wrong.”

Jay must’ve forgotten to switch to their private channel, because Lloyd’s voice came through the tinny speaker. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m dizzy,” Jay couldn’t keep himself from stuttering, and he started panicking as his knee gave out from under him. What the hell was in his drink?

Starting to push through the crowd, he could barely pick Cole out from the crowd, only hearing the earth ninja’s voice through his earpiece. “Jay, Jay did you drink something-”

And Jay was crashing to the floor.

Head smacking against the ground, Jay was coughing up spit, reeling from the loud gasp that surged through the crowd at the sight of one of the Ninja collapsing. Even though this was far from the first time that he had hit his head, he still found himself dizzier than before, struggling to ground himself in the forest of suit pants and dresses that he was stuck in. His hands were shaking as they tried to push him up, and he cried out as his elbows stopped working and his head hit the ground again.

Why couldn’t he feel his legs? Panic swarmed through his chest as he tried to wiggle his toes, but he couldn’t tell if it was working.

First Master, he was drugged.

“Move!” he heard two voices at once; one voice in the earpiece and the other through the ear not smushed against the tile. “Move out of the way!”

Other voices were clammering around him, and Jay would’ve yelled for them all to shut up if his tongue didn’t feel like it was a piece of cotton stuffed into his mouth. He was pretty sure he was drooling all on the floor, and he could feel the excess dribbling down his chin when rough hands pulled him upright.

There was Cole, face pinched in worry and hurriedly speaking into his comm. “I have him, he just collapsed and I don’t know why. Shut down the exits and get Borg out of here-”

Jay had to stop listening as the spotlights focused directly into his eyes, and he slammed his eyelids shut as if that were going to do anything. Cole was quick to block out the light, but the damage had been done; Jay leaned to the side and vomited, red punch spurting from his lips along with the small finger sandwiches that he had chowed down on earlier. Some of it landed on some poor patron’s shoes, and Jay opened his mouth to apologize only to upchuck more of his guts. His stomach heaved under the weight of his anxiety, feeling the voices around him change to a disgusted pitch, and the feeling of knowing that all of these strangers were seeing one of their protectors collapse and throw up like some drunkard made him flush with shame.

Something hauled him up from under the armpits, and suddenly he was on the move. Cole was taking him somewhere.

“Can’t take you anywhere without shit hitting the fan,” Cole grumbled, and Jay could feel the tears stinging at his eyes in protest. He didn’t mean for this to happen!

But was it his fault anyway? Could he have done anything to stop the man?

He was sat on some cheap chair a few hallways down, and Jay couldn’t move his arms or legs to try and readjust himself, the numbness spreading from his chest outwards. Cole pressed a warm hand to Jay’s forehead, feeling his cheeks and the back of his neck.

Jay felt so ashamed when he couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. “Cole, Cole-”

“What happened, Jay?” Cole asked, a serious expression on his face. He reached up to start thumbing away the tears. “Are you drunk? I promise you aren’t in trouble if you are, things happen.”

He shook his head as best as he could. “No, someone spiked it.”

Mouth agape, Cole clicked it shut, fury overtaking his features. “Who. The. Fuck. Spiked your drink?”

“A guy, he ran into me and must’ve put it in my punch,” Jay let out a small sob as the spinning room sped up. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“The only thing you have to be sorry for is not telling me sooner,” Cole stressed, cupping his brother’s cheek when Jay’s head lulled to the side. “First Master, is this why you were so fidgety? I knew something was wrong; I’m the one who should be saying sorry to you.”

Shaking his head, Jay felt the shame swell up even further. “It’s not your fault-”

“No, but I’m still your brother, and I should’ve checked in the moment I thought something was wrong.” Cole clicked his tongue, thumb brushing against Jay’s jaw in a way that had his heart aching. “I gotta check how bad it is, bluebell. How many fingers am I holding up?”

If Jay was being completely honest, it looked like twelve, so that’s exactly what he said. Cole’s worried face was not reassuring in the slightest.

Nya’s voice flowed into his ear, and Jay sobbed. He wanted her, he wanted her so bad. “Jay, honey, I need you to talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Some asshat spiked his drink,” Cole said briskly, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over Jay after seeing how hard the blue ninja was shaking. “He’s still conscious, but I don’t think he’s moving anytime soon. We’re in the hallway off to the left of the main room.”

Finally, the severity of the situation hit Jay: he had been drugged. Someone had deliberately sought him out and messed with his drink with ill intentions that Jay could only dream of, even though those dreams would actually be nightmares.

The thought of what could’ve happened if Cole hadn’t seen him go down made him sick to his stomach.

“I’ll be right there,” and Jay felt his lip start to wobble as the sobs rushed up his throat, because he wanted Nya here now and he was scared and he was too cold but too hot at the same time and he couldn’t move and Cole was mad at him and why was his vision tunneling and oh shit was it always this hard to breathe-

A hand tangled itself in his hair, gently freeing it from its prison of hair products as Jay gasped for air. “Stay with me, Bluejay. Nya’s on her way and then we’re getting you out of here. You’re gonna go home and we’re going to spoil you rotten, okay?”

His hands scrambled for something to hang onto, his fingertips unfeeling, and Cole was quick to put his other warm hand into Jay’s as he readjusted the makeshift blanket over Jay’s form. It wasn’t nearly as good as a shock blanket would’ve been but beggars can’t be choosers. Jay forced his body forward, landing clumsily on Cole’s chest as the earth ninja quickly compensated for the extra weight. “I want Nya.”

There was yelling from the main room that made it hard for Jay to hear what Cole was saying. “I know buddy, she’ll be here soon. I’m going to hold you just like this for a little while, okay?”

“Okay,” Jay whispered, feeling the tears start to soak into his brother’s suit, and First Master he hoped it was going to be okay.

#whumptober 2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago whumptober #whumptober day 1

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awakefor48hours · 7 months

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Adventure Time is great because it gave us canon genderbent characters then genderbent those characters and then genderbent those characters.

#(this is in reference to Ice Queen writing her own own fanfiction of Fionna and Cake #and in inside that fanfiction Ice President (genderbent Ice Queen)#wrote genderbent fanfiction of Flynn (genderbent Fionna) and Jacques (genderbent Cake)#yo dawg we heard you liked genderbending characters #so we put a genderbent character inside your genderbent character #adventure time #fionna and cake #ice Queen #ice king #fionna campbell #cake the cat #Finn the human #finn mertens

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musical-shit-show · 7 months

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dancing is a dangerous game

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #2 (“apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”) from Prompt List 1 and #15 (“would you ever consider going on a date with me?”) from Prompt List 2 requested by @animetattoochick

Warnings: mentions of drinking, strong language, suggestive dialogue, anxiety, mutual pining

Word Count: 2,305

Author's Note: We’re back baby! Thank you so much to @animetattoochick for this request and so sorry for the delay. I’m working through my other requests now and have more time this coming month to catch up. And very fitting since it’s spooky season and I have some more BJ requests in the pipeline ;) As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists if you’d like to submit a request! Happy reading!

“Do you want to go? I feel like it’s getting a bit crowded in here and the door’s right there—”

“Are you drunk?” Dewey asked incredulously, “We just got here!”

You groaned, wishing you were more drunk than you were. Dewey had a natural charm that allowed him to get away with way too much, including convincing you to go out. This time, it was a birthday party for one of Ned’s friends, and the degrees of separation barely warranted you being there.

The party was in the back room of the Roadhouse, and you nodded at some familiar faces as you still tried to formulate an escape plan. You weren’t the biggest partier, and would much rather be hanging out with your best friend on his couch.

You didn’t know when you first became friends with Dewey. You occasionally moonlighted as a substitute teacher, and after a few instances of bumping into Ned, he introduced you to his girlfriend, Patty, and Dewey.

The rest was history.

And although he was one of the only people you could truly rely on, you still found yourself cursing him for pushing you out of your comfort zone.

“Come on, I thought you liked the Roadhouse,” he egged, noticing your arms crossed over your chest in protest, “And they’re actually taking requests tonight! Maybe they’ll play some of that pop bullshit you like.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, then lilted upwards in an indignant smile. Dewey was also a master of getting under your skin.

“Excuse me, Finn,” you responded, “Just because you listen to metal and classic rock 24/7 doesn’t make your music taste any more superior to mine.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart,” he joked, pressing the bottle of beer he was nursing to his lips.

You scanned the room, and relaxed your shoulders as you noticed some familiar faces. Dewey was always the more adventurous one, the one who lit up a room. You didn’t mind fading into the background.

“I’ll uh, go find Patty,” you said, and Dewey’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He really thought you’d put up more of a fight, “I’ll stay. For now. If you buy me a drink.”

He flashed a toothy smile, glad he could keep you around for a little while longer. “A fair trade. I’ll get right on it.” He gave a small salute, causing you to break into a grin of your own.

You made your way over to the other side of the bar to greet Patty, who was furrowing her brow at her phone. Never a good sign with her.

“Hey!”

“Hey, sorry, just finishing up this email,” she droned, rolling her eyes.

“Work?” She nodded wordlessly, and after a few silent moments, she locked her phone with a click and breathed a sigh of relief.

“I love my job, I love my job, I love my job…” she affirmed, rubbing her temples. You sat down at a stool next to her.

“Hey, well, at least it’s done, right?”

“Right, and I don’t have to think about the mayor’s schedule for another 48 hours, so I’m gonna get wasted,” you laughed at her directness as Ned sat on the other side of her, “You in?”

“Oh, uh, maybe?” you were still on the fence about staying too late, and the thought of a hangover did not sound enticing. “Dewey’s grabbing me a drink now, so—”

“Ugh, Dewey,” Patty said, earning an eye roll from Ned. You guessed he wasn’t thrilled about his best friend and girlfriend constantly warring, “When are you two going to hook up already, anyways?”

Your felt your face get hot with blush at the question. You and Dewey? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind. Not for a while, that is.

“What?”

“Oh my god, you’ve already hooked up, haven’t you?” she said, pulling you closer. You could feel sweat forming on the back of your neck, “Tell me everything.”

“Patty—”

“Ned, I swear to god—”

“No!” you said over their bickering, “I mean, sorry, no. Dewey and I, we’re not, I mean, we’re just friends.”

Patty looked at Ned, who quirked an eyebrow. Suddenly you felt very out of the loop.

“Does he know that?” she asked, a devious smirk spread across her face. You loved Patty, but sometimes her gossiping was beyond dangerous.

Before you could answer, Dewey arrived, a drink in each hand. “Jack and Coke, per usual,” he smiled, handing you the glass. You grabbed it, and immediately took a long swig.

“Whoa, killer, slow your roll,” he laughed. Patty and Ned both shifted on their stools. Dewey eyed the three of you suspiciously, “Why do I feel like I missed something?”

“Don’t worry about it, Dew,” Ned replied. For all of his nervous tendencies, he was pretty good at deflecting, “Wanna play some pool?”

You breathed a small sigh of relief as the two men headed towards the billiards tables, leaving you to finish off your drink and work quickly to order another.

***

“Why do you think me and Dewey hooked up?” you asked Patty, several hours and drinks later. Though you hadn’t crossed the threshold into full drunkenness, you were just tipsy enough to gain some courage.

She sighed, twirling the straw in her gin and tonic. “Because, my love, I see the way he looks at you,” she said, not an ounce of irony or sarcasm in her voice, “And don’t act like you don’t spend every waking moment together—”

“Because we’re friends!” you shot back defensively, “I mean, I’ve never even…I didn’t think he’d like me that way.”

Patty quirked an eyebrow. “Well, do you like him that way?”

A pit formed in your stomach almost instantly as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. The alcohol in your veins was making you particularly honest.

“I guess, I don’t know…yes. I think. It’s complicated, okay?” you finally spat out, your voice hushed in fear that someone else would hear you, “He’s my best friend, and I didn’t want to ruin what we have so…I never did anything about it.”

For once, she shot you an empathetic look. Her and Dewey were reluctant roommates on the best of days, but even she was heartened by your babbling. “Well, no time but the present,” she said with a smirk.

Patty grabbed your shoulders to turn you ninety degrees, and you saw Dewey standing next to Ned, also a few beers in and clearly having a good time. You gulped, a slower pop song blaring in your ears as the weathered disco ball spun languidly.

“Move along now,” Patty taunted in your ear, “Ned and I have a little bet going about you two.”

“What?!”

“Just for fun,” she said, giving you a little nudge forward, “we have to entertain ourselves somehow, don’t we?”

You walked away from her, and before you had time to think, you heard yourself asking “Wanna dance?” to Dewey, who looked genuinely surprised by your proposition. Ned snuck off without a word, leaving the two of you alone.

A small smirk played on Dewey’s face as the two of you stepped towards the dance floor; there were several other couples dancing near you, and despite your liquid courage, you were praying you wouldn’t be the center of attention.

There was a brief moment of awkwardness as you placed your arms around his neck. It wasn’t like you and Dewey had never danced with each other before; he always had a way of dragging you to the dance floor when one of his favorite classics was played.

But now, you were acutely aware of the way his hands rested on your hips, and how your breath smelled like vodka, and the thin veil of sweat that was making his usually unruly hair stick to his forehead.

“Oh, come on,” he teased, his eyes flickering to your stance, “I think we can do better than the ‘leave room for Jesus’ bullshit, don’t you?” You laughed, realizing how far you were standing from him. It was as if you had been transported back to your 8th grade school dance.

Dewey grabbed one of your hands and laced his fingers with your own. You couldn’t help but let out a small gasp as he pulled your body flush to his, while his other palm gripped your waist tightly.

“That’s better,” he smiled, giving you another once over. Clearly the booze had made him more daring as well. You grinned back, doing your best to hide your newfound nerves.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know, I’m just having a good night,” he shrugged, the two of you swaying in sync as the song continued, “You should try it sometime.”

Your mouth fell open slightly at his jab, “Hey, I’m the one who asked you to dance, remember?” you fired back, “Or are you drunker than I thought?” He shook his head in denial. “Quick,” you mocked, removing your hand from his and flashing three digits, “How many fingers am I holding up?” Dewey barked a laugh, gently grabbing your hand again. You smiled nervously at the gesture, your heart beating faster in your chest.

“Why did you ask me, by the way?” his voice uncharacteristically soft, “Not that I mind, but you know I’m used to more headbanging while I dance.”

You smiled, glancing over at Patty and Ned. They were watching you intently, drinks in hand. Of course.

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together,” you tried to say nonchalantly, “Or more accurately, that we’ll sleep together. Or, have slept together. I don’t know—”

“Breathe,” Dewey stopped you, “It was Patty, wasn’t it?” You nodded sheepishly, and he shook his head in disbelief, “I swear that woman knows exactly how to drive me insane…I told her nothing is going on between us.” You couldn’t help but notice that his voice had a slight tinge of sadness.

Now was your chance. You said a silent prayer that your nerves wouldn’t get the best of you.

“I mean…it’s not that crazy of an idea, is it?” you probed, doing your best to not shift your eye contact away from Dewey’s brown ones, “We do spend a ton of time together…honestly thinking about it, I kinda get why everyone thinks we’ve…”

Dewey’s eyes widened in mild surprise as you trailed off, the implication clearly hanging in the air. He never would’ve thought he’d be the cautious one when it came to this topic.

“Yeah, sure,” he conceded, “But wouldn’t that, ya know…change things?”

He always had feelings for you, but he didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. You were too important to him, and an amazing friend, so he had silently resigned himself to hold those feelings close to his chest.

You swallowed your fear and shoved it down your throat. “Of course,” you became acutely aware of your palms growing sweatier by the second and hoped he didn’t notice, “But is it bad that I don’t care? Maybe we could give it a try. It could be good. Really good, even.”

“Goddamn, what has gotten into you tonight?” he threw your own question back at you as you felt your face getting flush.

“Maybe I don’t want to be a wuss anymore,” you smiled, “You should take notes, Finn.” He barked a laugh at your teasing.

Your stomach flipped as a completely new expression came over Dewey’s face. Well, at least completely new to you; who knows how he looked at you when you weren’t paying attention.

But you could tell from the way he eyed you that something finally shifted. “So,” he said coyly, “Since I’m a gentleman, I’m just going to make sure I do this the right way: Would you ever consider going on a date with me?”

Before you could answer, he spun you around and dipped you playfully, a giggle bubbling out of you as the song came to a close.

“Duh, you idiot,” you laughed, heart swelling in your chest now that the pent-up feelings you held onto for years were finally released. How could you have missed what was right in front of you for so long? You were almost embarrassed that Patty had to spell it out for you.

“Or maybe we could skip the date and go back to your place instead?” Dewey couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow suggestively. He certainly didn’t wait to start the blatant flirting, and you weren’t exactly complaining.

Still, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Why, so you can avoid Patty for the rest of the night?”

“…Maybe.”

“No.”

“Can you blame me? She’s a nightmare.”

“She’s fine, Dew,” you said as you both walked away from the dance floor, “And you have to admit, she clocked us pretty well.”

“I am not drunk enough to pay that woman a compliment,” he retorted, crossing his arms across his chest. You knew he was only partially kidding but still laughed anyways, “And she wasn’t right about everything. We haven’t hooked up. Again, we can definitely change that—”

“Don’t make me punch you, Finn,” you threatened, a playful smile dancing on your lips. You couldn’t believe how easily you both slipped into casual flirting; then again, you wondered if you had always been doing it without even realizing.

It was clear everyone else noticed, not that it mattered anymore.

“Kidding,” he said, throwing his hands up in mock surrender, “Kind of.”

“How about this,” you proposed, reaching the bar again. Luckily none of your friends were around to grill you just yet, “You buy me another drink, we dance some more, and see where the night takes us?”

Dewey’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Looks like you’ve got yourself a deal.”

*****

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•° The Middle Ground °•

☆ Prologue ☆

We have been all hyped for this ship & I'm glad that can finally write it for you guys. Consider this as a pilot for a multi-chapter series! I hope you guys enjoy this because I know I'm just gonna enjoy writing this series.

Word Count: 3.2k words!

"&..there we go!" You finished up tying up a beautiful, golden ribbon on some golden dahilas mixed with some white chrysanthemums bouquet. They were absolutely gorgeous & I think you're getting the hang of this! You weren't at Finn's level of the language of flowers but Finn helped you along the way. You were setting up a bouquet for a newly-wed couple while Finn was helping a nice, elderly lady in the front.

Finn finished up talking to the kind, elderly lady & joined you in the back. "Is everything going okay, my love?" Finn hugged you from behind & kissed you on your cheek as he observed your work.

"Yep. I'm all finished with this one. Watcha think?" Finn looked at the bouquet.

"It's beautifully done! Although.." He went to the otherside of the table to see the bouquet. "I think we can add little more, yeah? So let's see what we got.." He looked at the yellow dahlias & the white mums. "How about we add one more flower to fit this theme? Like.." He waited for your answer.

"Roses? Maybe.." You look at the dark red ones. "Those ones?"

"Why the dark red ones, love?" You paused to think.

"They represent eternal love & loyalty?" You said unsure but Finn smiled at your correct answer.

"That's right!" He handled the dark red roses with care & put it on the table. He carefully cut the roses & put them gently inside the bouquet. "There we go... All done!" You looked at the bouquet with awe. It was so gorgeous & elegant. It had this gentle, warm vibe that glowed. Well, these flowers don't glow but, you could feel it glow in your soul.

"Alright, let's review these flower's meaning shall we?" You nodded. "The yellow dahlias? Do you know what they mean?" He looked you for your response.

"Joy & Happiness."

"Correct! & the white mums?"

"Loyalty & Honestly."

"Good job!" He gently grabbed the bouquet & gave you a kiss on the cheek. "You're doing wonderful job, darling. I'm very proud of you." You became a bit bashful.

"Well, I try my best." You humbly said.

"Aww, no need to be so humble! You did a great job." Finn reassured you & pat your shoulder. "Now, let's take this to Ms. Valley." You both walked out the back & went to the front of the store where the kind, old lady was waiting. Finn handed the bouquet to the old lady. "Here you go, ma'am. I hope your son in law enjoys this gift."

She carefully grabbed the bouquet from Finn. "Thank you. You both are truly kind." The lady handed her coins & walked to the exit with the bouquet in hand.

"Thank you, please come again!" Finn sighed in satisfaction. "Another job well done, hmm?" He stretched then checked the time on his watch. "I think it's time for us to take a quick tea break. I'll go heat up some tea for us. Can you keep watch & clean the shop real quick while I make us some tea?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Thank you, darling." Finn gives you a peck on the lips as he walked to the back & prepares the tea. You grabbed the broom & started sweeping some of the dirt from the plants on the floor. You hummed a tune as you brushed the leftover residue from the plants outside. You heard the sound of Finn's teapot whistling. It sounded like it was almost ready.

"Oh, darling!~" Finn cheerfully sang. Finn peeked his head out from the back. "It's ready, love." You finished up cleaning up & put the broom back where you found it. You joined Finn in the back as he was waiting at his tea table with all of the tea cups were placed in a organized fashion. He poured you a cup first then, poured his. You picked up the cup & took a sip.

Your face gleamed with joy. "Ooooo wee!" You exclaimed happily. "That's some good ass tea, baby. You truly never disappoint with your teas."

Finn chuckles softly as he took a sip from his cup. "I'm glad you like it, love. I always try to make it filled with love & care."

You finished your cup quickly. "If this is trying then, I don't think I can even imagine how amazing your tea would taste at your max potential. Like that taste is probably beyond human comprehension because it's just that good."

"Oh, come on. My tea isn't that good." He grabs your teacup & walks towards to the sink. He begins washing the teacups. "Besides like I said, I try. It doesn't mean I'm the best in the world."

"Well, I can give ya 3 main reasons."

"Oh? What reasons are those, darling?"

"You're my boyfriend," You raised a finger. "You're the most sweetest person I've ever met," Another one raised. "& I have tasted all of the things that you make all of the time." The third finger finished the reasons off.

"Ya gotta give yourself more credit, ya know. Have more confidence in yourself, baby." You reassured him. You knew Finn was a capable of great things but Finn was always so humble about it. Many people, including you, have told him so many times in the past of how well he does his craft & within those many times he always replied with:

"I appreciate that but I just like doing my job. It's less like a job but it's something I just enjoy doing. Like a hobby!" You sighed. You wish he could see it as more than just a hobby & see it as a amazing talent that he owns. He is truly a magician at work or more like a witch at work.

"I do just fine with-" Finn was interrupted briefly by the sound of a familiar bell at the front door. "I guess we got ourselves a customer!" You both turned to look at the door but then, he froze. Like god himself struck fear into him. You, however, didn't have much a reaction since the figure was unfamiliar.

You turned back & looked at Finn's frozen stature. "Hey, ya good?"

Finn snapped back into reality & shakes his head comically. "Oh what? Y-Yeah! I'm gooooooood. I'm just uh shit fine! Sooooo fine." You raised a eyebrow.

"If you're fine then, what's with ya & tall, dark, & uhhh.." You looked at the figure & squinted. "I would say ugly but I dunno. They look kinda sexy? Not my type though but ya know. Ya like what ya like." Finn grabbed your shoulders gently & sighed nervously. Man was sweating like a sinner in church.

"T-That is another regular here that so so SO important to me, love. He is one of those um..."

"Flower Critics? Not gonna lie, I didn't know that there were ones to be honest."

"Nooo. He pays very well & by very well, I mean veeeeery well. I'm worried that I might screw up." Finn said nervously.

"Have you ever screwed up on his orders before?" You asked.

"No but I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon. I wouldn't say my arrangements are the issue. It's just that I'm huge chatterbox & the last time I talked about my floral facts, I mayyyyyyy have annoyed him a little bit & I'm just worried that he-" You cupped his face which took him by surprise.

"Finn, I think you're overthinking this wayyy too much plus everyone likes your silly facts. It shows how much you enjoy doing your job & people like that! It makes you very approachable!" You let go of his face. "I'll go with you & be your support, 'kay? So you'll stop shivering like a leaf & maybe you just misinterpreted the interaction a bit." With that bit of reassurance, Finn relaxs his shoulders & lets go of yours.

"That would be great." He gave you a nervous smile. Damn, this guy really made him nervous. You started to have your doubts but you were always taught to never judge a book by it's cover. However, you are starting to let go a bit of that analogy by how Finn described him & his panicked reaction to the mystery guest. Well let's at least meet this guy first.

'It shouldn't be that bad.' You thought of the exact words of what you shouldn't say when you hope that something doesn't go bad. You entered the front together & hoped for the best. As you both entered, you finally saw the figure more up close & personal.

The few things that you could decipher better about the figure was that they were tall, dressed in black, tied up maroon hair, with sharp eyes & rectangle, almost framless, glasses to match. You were also kinda right about the figure being sexy but at the same time, they look like Christian Grey walked outta a damn 2000's Hot Topic.

But besides all that, you could see why Finn would be scared of this supposed "well-paying" customer.

"Sorry for the wait!" Finn cut your thoughts with his cheery, customer service voice. "Welcome back to Talk Floral, Auron!" Huh, so that's what his name was.

"Good afternoon, Finn." His voice was like the feeling of silk to your ears. Well damn, Finn had every right to be nervous. He noticed you within the corner of his piercing milky eyes which caused you to be a nervous too.

"It appears you've brought someone with you this time around?"

"Oh? This is my assistant & partner! They're helping me around the shop today." Finn explained. "They do pretty fine work around here!"

"Hiya." You looked at Auron & gave him a soft smile but he remained unamused & ignored your polite greeting. Finn laughed nervously at this strange interaction as your smiled quickly faded as you raised your eyebrow.

"A-Anyway! What can we do you for this lovely afternoon?

"A rose bouquet. A dozen. That is all." He said so bluntly. Normally, the customers you've met usually weren't this blunt. They would explain the stich with some extra parts to Finn & help fit within their budget. You felt strange & scary vibes from him & you didn't really trust him all much.

"Oh alright!" Finn returned to usually cheery voice. "I assuming it's for something romantic or maybe for family? The holidays are coming by soon." He smiled at him but once again, his cold gaze remained & with the statement of family driving his expression to be even colder.

"That would not be the case."

"Ah. May I ask what's the occasion is for them?"

Auron nodded. "I'm gifting a severance package." You felt a strange relief. Maybe this guy wasn't that much of a asshole? Finn smiled in return of his answer assuming the best.

"Oh, is it a gift of someone retiring from your company? That's actually really sweet of you-" Finn was cut off by Auron.

"I never said it was for someone retiring. I fired someone just recently for his absolute incompetence of his job. So as a little parting gift since it is the holidays, I want to gift him roses." O-kay, scratch that. This guy is a asshole.

You were never really that good at handling customers that well because since you always gave that same energy back. If they were nice, you treated them with respect. If rude customers came into Finn's store, you always set them straight. However, Mr. Auron here is a wealthy customer. Finn's shop has been doing a bit more better since he could now get more better tools & better resources because of him. But god, you really want to cuss this guy out for real.

However, you gotta show restraint. Do it for Finn.

"I don't think roses would send the right message. You know the red roses are known for romance so it would mean-"

"I do not pay you for your opinions or your advice, Finn. I don't care." Finn's neck started to hide similar to a turtle's way of showing fear. "Stop wasting my time."

"Fucking asshole." You muttered quietly to yourself but it wasn't quiet enough. Finn sweated absolute bullets & Auron raised a eyebrow as his cold glare became ice.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh they said nothing! They're weren't talking about you-" Finn lightened the mood however, you intervened.

"I SAID you're a fucking asshole or maybe you're too deaf to hear that, sir." You said with a harsh tone. "I'm surprised your glasses can't see how much of peice of shit you're being right now. Laying off someone before the holidays? That's even more a asshole move."

"Not only that, Finn is trying to help ya here. He's doing his goddamn job. So maybe, you should shut the FUCK up & let him do what he needs to do." Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiit. Finn stood there speechless but his expression was filled with horror like he just witnessed a murder happened before his every eyes & which he did witness a murder but not the kind filled with blood, weapons & the sound of sirens.

The kind filled with words, reading a person, & a wrestling bell going off for the first round.

Auron smirked in response. He was unfazed by your pathetic excuse of a insult. "Oh my", He said, "You have quite the mouth on you, darling." He snarkily replied.

Okay, fuck him for real, dude because ME personally? I wouldn't let that slide.

"The fuck did you just call me?"

"Oh I apologize. I assume you didn't hear me the first time." Auron cleared his throat. "Brat." Oooooh, that pissed you off real good. "Did you hear me now?"

"Okay, FUCK you-"

"Alrighty! Let's not get so hasty towards eachother here!" Finn nervously smiled.

"You're right, Finn." Auron nodded. "At least someone knows how to control one's temper."

He was truly testing your limit & you were genuinely this close to beating this guy's ass. "Do you want me to jump across this counter because I will beat. your. ass."

"If you're feeling froggy then leap, brat."

"BITCH-" You nearly hopped over the counter but Finn grabbed you as you hopped. He placed you back down.

"O-KAY!" Finn loudly interrupted & gently grabbed your hand. "Could you give us oneeeeee moment, please?"

"You may." Auron permitted & then, Finn dragged you gently into the back. He sat you down on the chair.

"Goddess, darling! What's going on?!" He questioned you.

"That fucking hot topic wannabe bastard is what!" You could barely hold a whisper but you tried lowering your voice. "That dude is a goddamn prick!"

"But you didn't have to say it out loud or even just straight-up jump OVER the damn counter!" Finn sighed. "You. Stay here & cool off. I'll handle Auron, okay?" That was the most stern you have heard him in awhile. Whenever Finn is stern, he always sound like a dad scolding his children for fighting. However no matter how angry he was, he always remained gentle.

Finn gently grabbed the roses on the table & he left to tend to Auron as you just sat in the chair. You felt like you were put in the time-out chair which was humiliating but at the same time, you felt bad for how you acted out. Finn doesn't deserve getting a hard time because of you but the way Auron treated him just setted you off. Speaking of which you heard Finn talking to him.

"Brat? Really?" You heard Finn scold Auron as well. "You're just making the situation worse for yourself, Auron."

"Finn, you know how much I don't tolerate brats. Even you know this."

"I do but you could've been at least be more respectful. You're better than that, ya know." Finn sighed as you could the snipping of the roses that Auron asked for. "A rose bouquet?"

"Yes, please." Auron politely responded & caught you off guard a bit. The dude has been a dick to the both of you for the past fifteen minutes. Maybe it's the magic of Finn's dad voice. You got off outta your chair & took a sneaky peak through the corridor.

Auron's face was a lot more gentle towards Finn then he did with you. His face was less furrowed but his face still remained neutral. It was his eyes & eyebrows that got softer. Not only that. His voice had less authority & a demanding tone. It was how you heard it the first time.

Like silk to your ears.

"I apologize for causing you trouble. I don't like starting a confrontation especially not over that." Auron apologized to Finn but not really to you.

"It's alright." You couldn't really see Finn's face since his back was faced towards you but you could always hear the smile. No matter the situation or how bad the situation is Finn was always capable of smiling through it all.

"However, my point still stands. You gotta let your guard down a little more often. You can't be cold to everyone to see."

"I cannot afford that." His gentle voice was gone when he said that. It wasn't completely harsh or cold. However, it sounded strange to you.

Finn stopped for a second & tilted his head. "Wait, why?"

"It's just..." He paused & thought about his words wisely. "Complicated."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't too." Auron relaxed but he didn't feel satisfied by his answer. It was like there was something more that he wanted to say but the more the room got silent with the small sounds of snipping & he pushed down whatever he wanted to say more.

Finn handed the finished rose bouquet to Auron. He handed his amount for the bouquet & both of your eyes go wide. "A-Auron! This is wayyy too much for just single bouquet! You sure this wasn't a mistake or anything?"

"I don't make mistakes. I'm always sure of things. If I gave you much more than asked then keep it. Consider as my apology & my gratitude for taking your time." Auron walked towards the door with bouquet in hand.

Before he left. "Oh, & Finn?"

"Yes?"

"Be more confident in what you do." Then he left without anymore words. Finn just stood there in confusion. He wasn't sure what to say but:

"Please come by...again." You come out from the breakroom & knocked on the frame of the door. Finn jumped & quickly turned to look at you. He gave you a defeated look. "You heard everything, didn't you?"

"Saw everything too." You joined him at the front. "& I have several questions to ask you."

"Me too." You raised your eyebrow at that comment. "I wish I could answer all of those questions, darling." He rested his arm on the counter & his hand held his head. "I don't know the answers of any of them." Finn sighed heavily.

"Well, maybe for starters..." You thought as you looked at the counter as you thought of what to ask. You noticed a black card & picked it up. You read it & it said: 'Talent Agency 717-XXX-XXXX.'

"We could take a look at this card. Maybe it might have the information that we need."

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - I was editing this during a urgent care visit because my mouth hurts like a real fucking bitch right now so, I'm getting it checked out. Also during me writing this, there was a fire nearby the urgent care & I legit no idea how that happened but yeah.

I've also put the word count because I'm proud of how many words I've written. I wrote that much in a hot minute so, I kinda wanted to give myself bragging rights for writing so much & I honestly deserve it. I worked hard on something I enjoy doing & that's something that I don't really do often cause of work.

I try to write at least everyday whether that be rambling or fanfics. It gives me time to enjoy the things that I want to do. It's a small goal but I think it's a big success for me.

Also there are little secrets around here too that might foreshadow the story here. >:}

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #writing #auron yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #finn yuurivoice #mg darling #tmg darling #the middle ground #middle ground #prologue #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr #Darling sqaures up to Auron #Finn however is NOT allowing that bullshit in his damn house (shop)

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bellamyblake · 3 months

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Fine by dusk

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smut, Angst, A/busive Relationships, veteran Bellamy working construction, Nurse Clarke;

Words: 15,415

Bellamy and his contruction crew are hired to fix the Griffin manor's back porch and garden. Clarke's stuck in an abusive marriage with Finn who's dream is to have the perfect family life so he could rise through the ranks, become mayor, then perhaps even senator and he doesn't care what he has to do to get it. Meanwhile Clarke feel sad and uncertain of what is even happening to her anymore. That is until she lays eyes on Bellamy Blake.

Bellarke Christmas exchange, written for @dark-scape

"I love it." she admitted "Used to want to go to art school."

"Why didn't you?" she shrugged and looked down at their hands that were so close to each other that all she wanted to do was take his fingers in hers and never let go of them.

"I don't know...mom wanted me to go to medschool and I did grow to love being a nurse."

"But your true passion is drawing?" she hummed and he picked up her chin with his hand, putting their faces really close to each other again. "You should keep up with it."

"I only started drawing again recently." she didn't tell him it had all to do with him but judging by the cocky smile he got on his face, he read right through her.

"Oh yeah? Was there any reason why?"

"I got inspired again." she admitted and decided to tease him as she pushed closer and now their noses touched while her hand reached over to his middle where she put the stethoscope earlier. He reached to put his beer aside and take his leg off the table too, coming in even closer to her. Two could play this game and she was intent to show him that.

"By what?" he asked and she smiled as she snuck her hand under his shirt for a brief moment and grazing his ribs with her nails. His stomach jumped, so did his dick in his pants that were getting really thight for him.

"I have no idea." she said innocently as she pulled away and made his breath hitch again. "What about you? Any passions?" she picked up the plates from the table and went to the sink where she threw away whatever was left in them and turned the water on. Bellamy wasn't stupid-he understood the signs clearly, she wanted this as much as he did and they were simply fooling around right now, playing their game.

He got on his feet and limped to the counter where he leaned on it from behind and trapped her so that she couldn't move. He leaned into her ear and whispered.

"War. I've always been good at it." he admitted. Her breath hitched and she dropped the plate she was holding as the water kept beating on it. When he pushed a bit harder from behind her, rubbing his half-hard dick against her butt, she gasped and he reached to tuck a strand of hair fallen on her cheek, behind her ear. "That and...history. Writing. I like that."

"So you're a writer?"

"Used to be. Overtime I just got better at holding a rifle as I said. Some people may find it to be fucked up but..." he let his hand fall to her side and he quickly snuck it under her arm, so he'd be able to cup her breasto over her thin shirt and make her move on her toes and press hard against his body.

"It isn't." she looked back at him and he smiled at her as he looked down on her. With his good hand he reached out and turned the tap off, then he placed it on her lower stomach, close to her crotch and pushed her harder against his body, rubbing his dick up and down her crack a little without breaking eye-contact with her. "Maybe you should pick it up again." she offered, gasping for it. Her hand flew to his wrist, desperate to hold onto something and he just smiled devilishly again. She hadn't felt that hot and aroused in...maybe ever, she was already pathetically dripping in her panties, so bad, she just wanted to touch herself and his cock pressing against the crack of her ass made it worse despite the fact that it was all happening with their clothes on.

"I don't know...I found a new hobby lately. I think you and I share it." he whispered as his other hand worked to find her nipple and pinch it between his fingers while his other hand went lower to cup her crotch through her jeans. She wasn't sure if he could feel the wetness there already but his eyes widened a little which meant he probably could.

"What's that?"

"Undressing at the window every night and making me go crazy about you." he whispered before he finally leaned down and kissed her.

Clarke lost any ground she had and almost collapsed in his arms-this felt like nothing she's ever done. His lips were so soft against hers and his tongue didn't just move uncomfortably in her mouth, desperate to do something like Finn's did, no...he just kissed her slowly, wanted to become one with her and allowed her the chance to also take charge if she wanted, which she did.

#bellarkeedit #bellarke fanfiction #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #clarkegriffinedit #bellarke fanfic #bellaarke #the100daily #modern au #smut #christmas fic #i know im late but they gave us until the end of january #also this will have a second part #it's mostly...smut #and some pain sadness and less plot #finn is awful what's new #clarke and bellamy are hot af #my writing

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toxinoire · 29 days

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Finally, I can write again!

This is how I visualize the final scene went down. A mix of both the 1988 movie and the musical.

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"Say hi to God."

Kaboom

Veronica, with a cigarette between her fingers and a sprained ankle, made her way through the school hallway as the other students ran past her to see where the explosion came from.

She contemplated.

She feels nothing.

Is she happy that four people had to fucking die? Absolutely not.

But...

When she looks at who are dead, Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, Ram Sweeney, Jason Dean...

Honestly she only feels bad for Heather. Because as much of a bitch as she was, she had her good moments. Moments that made her seem slightly human.

Kurt and Ram, she doesn't care. Those two were rapists. She doesn't like that she pulled the trigger, but Kurt and Ram being dead meant nothing to her.

As for JD....

She hopes he sees his mother. She hopes his father grows a brain and realizes his son is gone because he was never a father to him.

But as for him literally exploding in front of her...

She feels nothing.

She can only mourn that JD she first met, the lost boy who wanted his mother and was sweet, kind, a gentleman, and caring. Not the one that died in front of her.

The crowds moved past her, Veronica is too tired to even care that no one is asking what happened to her, why she looks disheveled and has blood running down her head.

Well,

Someone did say something.

"Veronica." Heather Duke called her, in all red. Veronica can't deny that she looks good in it, but still, she hates her in it. "You look like hell." Heather Duke moved closer to her, as if to inspect her. Veronica notices the slight concern in her eyes, and how she seems to be holding back her hands from reaching out to Veronica.

Veronica hates that last detail. Heather used to always reach out to her.

"Yeah?" Veronica chuckles. "I just got back."

Then, another voice calls her. "Veronica!"

Veronica and Heather Duke turn around to see Heather McNamara running to them. "Where have you been?!"

Heather Mac looks worried. Like, really really worried. "Miss Flemming told us you killed yourself." Heather Mac actually reaches out to her, inspecting her injuries, before she rests her hands on Veronica's face.

Veronica doesn't even hide how she leans into the touch.

She then sees the red fucking scrunchie and snaps back to where she is.

Veronica moves closer to Heather Duke and turns her around to take that damn thing off her.

"Veronica, what are you doing?" Heather Duke asks.

The students who were originally going to run past them stops in their tracks when they see Veronica with the scrunchie.

She wears it on her wrist and raises it up.

Time to actually do something.

"Listen up folks, war is over. Brand new sheriff's come to town." Veronica knows she sounds tired, but fuck that. "We are done with acting evil, we will lay out weapons down." She ties her hair with the scrunchie.

Everyone is watching her.

Good.

"We're all damaged, we're all frightened, we're all freaks. But that's alright. We'll endure it, we'll survive it-" Veronica pauses slightly when she sees Betty and Martha by the crowd. She calls them. "Martha, Betty."

They both turn to look at her, clearly resisting the urge to move. Veronica takes a deep breath. "Are you free tonight?"

Martha and Betty look at each other, before turning back to Veronica. They actually move forward this time.

It was silent for a while.

"What?" Martha breaks the silence.

"Uh, my date to pep rally blew-"

Accidental slip

"-me off..."

That's better

"So I was wondering if you guys weren't doing anything tonight we could pop some jiffy pop? Rent a video?" Veronica can hear how hopeful she sounds.

She doesn't have the right to be hopeful after what she did, but she still is.

"Something with a happy ending." She finishes. Veronica really wants a happy ending right now.

"Are there any happy endings?" Martha asks. Gosh, she sounds so tired. Betty isn't even looking at her in the eye.

Veronica looks at everyone around them and sighs. She turns back to her--hopefully still best friends. "I can't promise no more Heathers, high school may not ever end." She steps closer. "Still I miss you, I'd be honored-" She swallows. "If you'd let me be your friend."

"My friend." Martha says, as she takes Veronica by the hand and pulls her into a hug.

"We can be seventeen. We can learn how to chill." Veronica feels tears form in her eyes as Martha joins her. "If no one-"

Then, Betty joins them. "-loves me now, someday somebody will." She finally meets Veronica's gaze. "We can be seventeen. Still time to make things right. One day we'll change the world, but let's kick back tonight."

This time, it's Veronica who reaches out her to Heather Duke and Heather Mac.

Heather Mac immediately grabs her hand. "Let's go be seventeen. Take off our clothes and dance."

Veronica walks, well, limps, towards Heather Duke and reaches out, a silent plea in her eyes. Heather Duke hesitantly takes her hand, and once she has fully held it, Veronica pulls her into a hug.

Heather Duke puts one hand on Veronica's back, lightly returning the hug. But she grips onto Veronica's jacket as if it's a lifeline.

Veronica sighed. She really missed her. She didn't like what the scrunchie turned her into.

But holy shit, did she missed her.

"Act like we're all still kids, cause this could be our final chance."

Veronica smiles as she sees Betty, Martha, Heather M, and Heather D all try to be nice to each other.

Maybe they can all be friends.

Now everyone is joining them.

"Always be seventeen

Celebrate you and I

maybe we won't grow old.

And maybe then we'll never die."

Veronica feels happy. Genuinely, happy.

She missed that.

"We'll make it beautiful."

Veronica swears she hears Heather Chandler's voice.

"We'll make it beautiful.

Beautiful

Beautiful"

This really feels like a win for Veronica.

#heathers the musical #heathers 1988 #heathers #veronica sawyer #heather duke #heather mcnamara #heather chandler #jason dean #martha dunnstock #betty finn #chansaw #dukesaw #mcnamawyer #mcduke #poly!heathersxveronica #jdronica #at least they're implied #yay i found the motivation to write a short fic again #heathers fanfiction

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wowbright · 5 months

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Fic: Recommend

Fandom/pairing: Glee, Kurt/Blaine

Event: December Klaine Fanworks Challenge 2023

Words: ~1500 words

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: Although Kurt's faith has changed, he still manages to get his temple recommend renewed.

Notes: This is part of my Mormon!Klaine universe. It takes place after Out of Eden, which I am still in the process of posting to AO3. It’s among the possibilities for their future. Mormonsplaining and mild warnings in tags.

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Kurt and his parents had always planned for him to do Finn's temple work when he got back from his mission. It had seemed the right thing at the time, a fitting way to honor the two young men’s brotherhood and make it even more real.

They hadn't seen its one glaring flaw: they were all assuming Kurt would return from Germany with the same faith he'd taken with him when he’d left.

“I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get my temple recommend renewed when I get back,” Elder St. James said to Kurt on their Lufthansa flight to New York. He was on his third Milka mini chocolate bar snatched from the candy buffet near the bathrooms on the lower deck, and Kurt was on his fourth.

“Why?” Kurt said. “Gluttony’s not against the Word of Wisdom. Besides, if chocolate and cookies are all they're going to offer us between meals and we're growing young men, we kind of have no choice. Besides, that breakfast was hardly a breakfast.”

“European breakfasts never are,” agreed Elder St. James. “But it's not the Word of Wisdom I'm concerned about. It's that question about sustaining all the leaders. I'm not sure I can answer ‘yes’ to that in good conscience. I mean, I voted to sustain them at the last general conference, but since my vote doesn’t actually mean anything since they just ignore the abstentions and opposition votes, am I actually sustaining them?”

“You pray for them, don't you?”

“Of course.”

“Well, I think that's what sustaining means—offering sustenance. With a child, that would mean giving them food and clothing and shelter and support and love. The leaders don't need those first three things from us, but they do need our support and love. And we show that by respecting them and praying for them.”

“Huh.” Elder St. James opened a fourth chocolate bar and took a thoughtful bite. “I suppose that works. I mean, it's not my fault that I can't actually sustain them in the vote sense, and the temple questions are supposed to be about things that are within our own control, so … Thanks, Elder Hummel. That helps.”

Kurt unwrapped his fifth chocolate. But before he could break off a piece, he started wondering if he was eating his feelings, trying not to think about what was actually happening, how he was currently vaulting through the sky at hundreds of miles an hour, every second pulling him farther and farther away from Blaine and closer to a future that he couldn't envision. Hmmm. Maybe he should eat his feelings. It was better than thinking about that. Besides, he felt nowhere near full.

“Do you have any worries?” Elder St. James said.

Kurt had so many worries, he didn't know where to start. Maybe he could mention how he didn't actually understand how planes stayed in the air and it was rather disconcerting to be hovering over the Arctic when he could easily imagine the plane just dropping out of the sky and plunging them into the icy water to their untimely deaths, and while he didn't fear for his own salvation, he did rather like this life they were currently living and also, it would be terrible for his parents to lose two sons in so many years. But before Kurt could think about whether this was an appropriate response, Elder St. James clarified, “About your temple recommend questions?”

Kurt gave his one-time companion a sharp look. “What's that supposed to mean?” The recommend questions included one about the law of chastity, and while Kurt knew he had done nothing wrong, it would be better if rumors didn’t spread. Blaine was still inside the mission.

“Nothing in particular.” The vacant look behind elder St. James's eyes seemed to confirm his sincerity. “I mean, you’re such a Peter Priesthood I figured you wouldn't have trouble with any of them. But maybe I was hoping, just a little, that you were in the same boat as me.”

“What boat is that?” Kurt asked.

Elder St. James popped the rest of his chocolate bar into his mouth and chewed it slowly. He didn't speak again until he had swallowed it all. “I don't know. Not as excited about all this church stuff as I was when we were on the plane out here? I mean, I don't even know if I want to go to the temple again.”

"Well, the temple is –" Kurt looked over your shoulder to make sure no one was listening. He had, perhaps, become a little too used to speaking about the temple freely with Blaine. “–it's a lot different from every day worship. And the sessions are long. But I want to go back. I have work to do for my stepbrother.”

The necessity of that work, Kurt’s obligation to his family—they had nagged at Kurt as he’d weighed the risks of becoming physically intimate with Blaine. It had felt like another unfairness imposed on him by the church, forced to choose between loyalty to the family he came from and commitment to the family he was discovering in Blaine.

But as time passed and Kurt got closer to leaving Germany, denying the gift Blaine was offering him had begun to feel like a sin bigger than any lie Kurt might tell the bishop. And he had discovered just how true that was when they finally slept together: being intimate with Blaine, Kurt had felt for the first time what it must have been like to be one of those legendary first humans, before sin and pain existed, when they felt no shame in their nakedness or the bodies that had been gifted them. Their love was sinless because it grew from that same place without sin.

So it was with a clean conscience, upon returning to Ohio, that Kurt answered yes to his bishop’s question of Do you obey the law of chastity? Kurt’s actions with Blaine had been authentically chaste—reserved for one’s spouse, pure in conduct and intention, free of coercion, seeing the full humanity of the other person and loving them for it. Blaine was his other half in the truest sense, regardless of whether the church or the law recognized it.

Nor did Kurt have any qualms about professing his testimony in God the creator or in Jesus Christ or the restoration of the gospel—his faith in these things was even deeper than before he left on his mission, though in a way he would never have expected.

Even Do you support, affiliate with, or agree with any group or individual whose teachings or practices are contrary to or oppose those accepted by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints? was easy to answer the right way, because the only teachings “accepted by The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints” were those that had come before the general conference for a vote of common consent. The Proclamation on the Family wasn't one of those things. And besides, he was pretty sure the question was mainly meant to root out polygamists.

Do you keep the covenants that you made in the temple? and Do you strive to keep the covenants you have made, to attend your sacrament and other meetings, and to keep your life in harmony with the laws and commandments of the gospel? were harder. Kurt wasn't even sure he remembered all the covenants he had made in the temple. But the ones he remembered, and the ones he had honestly agreed to, with full understanding—he strove to keep those. As for keeping his life in harmony with the laws and commandments of the gospel, he was more committed to doing that than he’d ever been, even if his understanding of “the gospel” was probably different than his bishop’s.

“Have there been any sins or misdeeds in your life that should have been resolved with priesthood authorities but have not been?” the bishop asked.

“No,” Kurt answered.

“And finally,” the bishop said, “do you consider yourself worthy to enter the Lord’s house and participate in temple ordinances?”

No more or less than any other of God’s children, Kurt thought to say, but he knew it wasn't the answer the bishop was looking for and would only confuse him. “Yes,” Kurt said.

The bishop signed the recommend and sent Kurt on his way with a smile and a handshake and, “Now, don’t spend all your time at the temple. Your first priority now that you've gotten back from your mission is to find a wife.”

“Thanks for the advice," said Kurt, trying to accept it in the same well-meaning spirit it was given.

Then it was rinse and repeat with the stake president, and Kurt had his recommend. Alone in the car, he turned the card over in his hand, staring at the movement of light over its barcode and lettering. “Finn,” he said, “I hope you’re ready for this.”

#december klaine challenge 2023 #day 5: flaw #mormon!klaine #wowbright writes fic #klaine fic #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #Mention of eating lots of chocolate #Finn being dead #and panicky thinking due to fear of flying.#A temple recommend is a card church members need in order to go inside a Mormon temple.

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madorosenpai · 2 months

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Febre

Summary: Rayne adoece e agora cabe a Finn cuidar de seu irmão mais velho.

Notes: Enquanto escrevia esta fic, percebi o quão intimamente ela se relacionava com "Reflexo" e "Compreendido", ainda que não fossem sequências diretas. Com isso, decidi criar essa trilogia. O ponto era destacar as inseguranças tanto dos irmãos mais novos, quanto dos mais velhos e acompanhá-los em suas evoluções como personagens, sempre destacando os laços que eles possuíam como irmãos, além da formação de uma sólida amizade entre Wirth e Finn que teria se iniciado devido às suas angústias similares.

Agradeço quem acompanhou até aqui. Boa leitura!

Fanfic dedicada a H4l0_MyC. Obrigada pelos comentários sinceros e gentis! Espero que goste da história que escrevi com muito carinho :)

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Numa pacífica manhã da Easton, o sol raiava com intensidade prenunciando um bom dia. Ou pelo menos assim deveria estar sendo para a maioria dos alunos. De todos os dias possíveis dentro de um ano letivo, Rayne havia sido agraciado com uma gripe justamente naquele.

A chefia do dormitório Adler, em particular, estava encarregada de muitos afazeres no dia e por mais diligentes que Max e Aorio fossem, duvidava seriamente que ambos pudessem ser capazes de dar cabo de tudo sozinhos.

No presente momento encontrava-se deitado sobre a cama de seu quarto, enquanto assistia os suspiros preocupados de seu irmão mais novo que encarava o termômetro acusando a temperatura de 40℃.

- Por Merlin! Você está ardendo em febre! – Exclamou o mais novo, sua apreensão era visível.

- Isso não é nada. Eles precisam de mim. – Retorquiu o maior enquanto fazia um esforço quase que sobre-humano para levantar-se da cama. Não fosse Finn a segurá-lo, este teria certamente desabado e se ferido, por conseguinte.

O mais novo, então, tornou a posicioná-lo com cuidado confortavelmente de volta à cama. Cobriu-o com os lençóis e em seguida espremeu o pano úmido, que estava submerso na bacia de água morna situada sobre o criado mudo, depositando-o sobre a testa do maior a fim de abaixar sua temperatura o mais rápido possível.

- Os veteranos e eu já estamos cuidando de tudo. Às vezes soa como se você nos subestimasse... – Respondera Finn com um leve tom de frustração em sua voz.

O primogênito podia ser bastante teimoso e insistente quando queria, o que por um lado configurava uma característica positiva, já que Rayne era o tipo de pessoa que daria a própria vida por aqueles que ama. Por outro lado, o fato de que também podiam perdê-lo justamente por isso incomodava aqueles que o amavam, principalmente Finn.

- Mas há missões com risco de vida. E se vocês se ferirem gravemente ou...vierem a óbito por minha causa? Não posso ficar aqui deitado e relaxando sabendo que aqueles que eu amo estão se arriscando por mim...

- Nesse ritmo você vai acabar se matando! – Retrucou veemente o mais novo, o que pareceu espantar um tanto o mais velho chamando sua atenção.

Esperava qualquer outra reação, menos uma resposta ousada do seu irmão mais novo. Desde quando ele teria se tornado tão corajoso? Percebendo a brecha, Finn segurou as mãos de seu irmão com ternura e prosseguiu:

- Irmão, você é uma pessoa maravilhosa, por mais que não acredite nisso. O tanto que você já teve que sacrificar em sua vida pelo bem dos outros demonstra claramente isso. Mas não acha que está sendo injusto consigo mesmo? Estou sob seus cuidados desde que me entendo por gente e a quantidade de feridas abertas que você carrega, sejam elas físicas ou emocionais é insano! Magoa profundamente apenas ficar assistindo você carregar esse fardo e não fazer nada a respeito... – A este ponto, o menor já se debulhava em lágrimas pela aflição.

Cada palavra que proferia era como uma facada em seu coração. Nem mesmo a dor que sentira no confronto contra Carpaccio se comparava ao presente momento. Ele sabia que jamais poderia vir a se tornar tão forte quanto Rayne, mas desejava ao menos ter uma chance de retribuir todo o amor do seu irmão.

- Eu sei que é pouco, mas peço para confiar um pouco mais em mim e me deixar cuidar de você neste momento de fragilidade. Não sou feito de porcelana. Se for preciso, eu suportarei a carga que for por você, mas me recuso a te abandonar. Você mesmo não faria isso. Divida o peso comigo, por favor. – Suplicava Finn em meio às lágrimas, porém com firmeza em sua postura e um brilho de confiança em seu olhar, o que não passou despercebido por Rayne.

Finn crescera tanto em tão pouco tempo. Teria sido seus amigos o motivando ou Kaldo e Ryoh incentivando a insurgência de seu potencial? Qualquer que fosse a razão, Rayne não poderia estar mais orgulhoso de seu irmão.

Sempre soube que Finn era capaz de grandes feitios, podendo até mesmo superá-lo em questão de magia, mas a carência de autoconfiança do mais novo era o que o abalava e nada podia doer mais do que ser incapaz de poder ajudá-lo nesse aspecto. Porém, os sentimentos ali expostos por Finn foram capazes de remover qualquer resquício de culpa que ainda restasse em seu ser, tal qual um afago gentil em sua alma.

Inconscientemente, um sorriso sincero abria-se no semblante de Rayne, que gentilmente enxugou as lágrimas que insistiam em cair dos olhos do menor e no segundo seguinte, não segurando sua felicidade, puxara Finn para um abraço apertado e tão requisitado por ambas as partes.

- Não sei o que fiz em vida para merecer um irmão tão precioso como você...

- Irmão... – Respondera o mais novo, que agora esbanjava um rubor em sua face enquanto retribuía o gesto do mais velho.

A sintonia existente em seus corações era forte o suficiente para silenciar quaisquer tormentos ou inseguranças que viessem a assombrar suas mentes, pois nada poderia ser maior que a pureza do amor entre os irmãos, que outrora trilhavam seus caminhos separadamente, mas de agora em diante andariam lado a lado.

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Notes: Rayne é extremamente dedicado ao Finn, o que faz com que se preocupe excessivamente com o mesmo e que se questione se é de fato um bom irmão mais velho. Já o Finn, por outro lado, carece de autoconfiança. Então trabalhar esses aspectos me pareceu algo bem interessante de se explorar.

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totallynuwonhere · 2 months

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"A mortal like you, with a vampire like me, just isn’t meant to be”

(I came up with that rhyme on the spot holyshit)

Anyways, this was HEAVILY inspired by the pinterest prompt: “I don’t see a future with you.” So blame it-

TW: A!exis, Nonconsensual Trancing (For technicalities sake, Alex!s’ inability to trance Sam doesn’t apply here)

Note: It gets sloppy towards the end only because I had trouble actually creating a driving force that would cause it and I couldn’t properly put to words how this mini drama skit was rolling in my head, but I wanted to finish it, so I did. At 2 AM on a weekend. Hope you like it!

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It was late in the evening, they had just gotten back from a pack meeting. They pull into the driveway; the sound of rumbling gravel under the truck’s tires as they put the gear in Park.

It had been a long day for the shifter, and all they wanted was to do was recharge, and relax on their balcony bench, enjoying a cup of coffee while cuddled up with their cowboy. They let out an exhausted sigh, hopping out of the truck and making their way to the porch. Reaching for the keys in their back pocket, they caught a glimpse of the door, already creaked open.

Did they forget to close it? Did Sam forget to close it? It had been hours, who knows what could’ve gotten in, they thought.

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Sam was upstairs when he heard the door open, “Darlin, is that you?” He said, a smile crawling onto his lips as he made his way down to greet them.

It had been about a year since they moved in together, life was good. He loved how much he got to spend time with them, this night in particular, he wanted to surprise his mate. He had spent his entire afternoon preparing their favorite spot up on the balcony, cozying it up to his heart’s content. Pillows, blankets, coffee and tea, the whole nine yards.

When he turned to exit the hall, he froze. He was greeted by Alex!s, standing in the middle of their living room with a devilish grin.

“What are you doing here..” He muttered through gritted teeth, fist clenched so hard he’d break air if it were possible.

“That’s no way to greet a guest, Samuel.” She said, walking towards him.

“What do you want from me.” He practically growled, staring at her, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred.

“I think what I want is pretty clear, Sam. I want you.”

He scoffed, dumbfounded by this woman’s ability to get him to hate her, more than he already does.

“Too bad, because I don’t.”

She chuckled

“I thought you’d say that…”

stepping closer, dragging her finger through the length of his arm, one he pulled back right away, earning another scoff from Alex!s, staring directly into his eyes.

He was so screwed, realizing too late what Alex!s intended when she stepped closer, she got him. All he had now, at least, for now, was his active consciousness. Meanwhile, Alex!s trance gave her the power to stop him in his tracks, a power he knew she’d soon abuse.

————PRESENT————-

“Sam? You home? You left the door unlocked…”

they called out. Trying to remain calm, they cautiously made their way inside, a cool breeze sending a slight unease down their spine.

Looking around, the sounds of wind chimes soon caught their attention, realizing the door up to the balcony had been open, they made their way up.

“Sam? You up here?”

Upon reaching the door, and seeing the silhouette of their broad-shouldered mate, they sighed in relief. As they walked in, the shifter chuckled, being greeted by the sight of their mate sitting in their favorite spot.

“There you are.”

They said, making their way beside him. They took a seat, their lips curling in a soft smile,

“I missed you-“

“We need to talk.”

He said in a low voice, cutting them off. The shifter tilted their head, confused.

“Ok..about?”

Sam turned to face them, his expression cold as the blowing breeze.

“I— I don’t see a future with you.”

He said, without even a glint of hesitation.

“W-what..?”

They froze.

Tears formed and flowed down their cheeks as they sat there, in complete disbelief.

Sam merely watched in cold silence.

“What do you mean?!”

They exclaimed, you could hear the shakiness of their voice, desperately trying not to break down sobbing .

“I just don’t see a future in us, not anymore. I-I can’t be with you, I can’t be with— a mortal.”

He said, his cold words stabbing right through the shifters’ heart. But this was definitely more painful than any physical hit they’d ever taken.

These were the words of a man whose opinions they valued greatly. A man they respected, loved, and they thought loved them back..

With a heavy heart, they took a deep breath, swallowing back their feelings, and took to their feet.

They left.

Rushing out the house, they entered their car and began pulling out the driveway. No tears, no radio, nothing to tune out the growing silence. A silence they’d grow accustomed to from now on.

He watched as they took off, letting out a heavy sigh as he watched their car disappear into the darkness.

“I hope you’re happy.”

He growled, feeling the dark familiar presence behind him.

“Oh believe me, Sammy. I am. And soon, you will be too.”

She said, slithering beside him, hands grabbing onto his arm.

“You took away the only person that made happy.”

He replied. She chuckled, grabbing his chin and turning it to face them.

“I can do more than take them away from you, Samuel. So I suggest you start making the most of what you have, before I put down your little pup.”

Sam scoffed, in complete disbelief of the evil this woman possessed, but he knew there was too much as stake for him to fuck around.

A few days later, Asher had come to pick up Tank’s things. Turns out, they drove over to his place that night, right after they stopped to pick up a fight at the local bar. Bleeding and Bruised once he reached the beta’s house.

That night, Sam had sneak out to see them, one last time. Knowing full well they wouldn’t want to see him, he kept a distance. Standing behind a tree with just the right view from the shifters’ window.

There they were, sitting on the bed, looking to be in deep thought. Even from far away he could notice the puffiness of their eyes. They looked exhausted. He felt terrible. If it weren’t for Alexis having him on a chain he’d be running to them, wrapping his arms around them for comfort. They loved those…just as much as he loved their arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Darlin…”

He said, choking back his tears as he took one last look at them from a far, never to show his face again.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted sam #redacted darlin’#redacted tank #sam collins #redacted alexis #redacted fanfic #finn writes fanfiction #this took so fucking long i thought it was never gonna see the light of day

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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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These dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves

part two

Just a short little thing so that I can’t panic and back out of finishing this fic. Based on this post by @eddie4bat-president. And I hope it was okay that I wrote it, it just SPOKE TO ME

title from “A House In Nebraska” by Ethel Cain (as always 🩵)

Steve knew that Nancy wasn’t going to work out. He knew, but he was holding onto what little hope he had left that maybe, just maybe, he was wrong. That maybe this would last and he wouldn’t have to end up alone again—crawling back to Tommy like a fucking obedient dog because even though he was friends with Billy, he was still all Steve had left.

Carol didn’t talk to him anymore. She went off with her friends. Nancy said that was a good thing—that he was away from Carol and Tommy and that he was friends with Jonathan now, even though he and Jonathan only ever hung out when Nancy forced them too. But she didn’t understand. Tommy and Carol may have been assholes, and he had always known that, but he had been one, too, but they knew too much to just drop him like they had.

It hadn’t been easy. There had been yelling and fighting when they all met up at Steve’s house the next time. Tommy had thrown something—a vase, maybe—and Steve had gotten in trouble for that when his mom had gotten home. He had told her that she had broken it. She wouldn’t have believed him if he had said it had been Tommy, but he didn’t want there to be a chance. His mom was bad, but Tommy’s mom was worse.

“Steve?” A voice cut through the fog shrouding him and he turned, his eyes searching Nancy’s face. She had that look in her eyes—like she was mad at him. He didn’t know what for. It was expected and annoyed, and it made his shoulders drop.

He cleared his throat.

“Yeah? Nance?”

“I asked if you brought your things?” She repeated, slowly. Like she thought that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear her if she talked normally. It stabbed through him like a knife—but he wasn’t mad, he knew she was just annoyed and she didn’t mean anything by it. She was just…like this.

“I, uh…” he spun around, looking over his shoulder and nearly bumping into something. Lots of faces. Loud. Lockers….oh. School hallway. Right. He forgot it was Tuesday. “No. No, I left…my backpack in the kitchen.”

Nancy scowled, and Steve wanted to be anywhere but at school. The people here didn’t like him anymore, not since Billy. He didn’t want to be shoved around by people who thought he was worthless now that he wouldn’t make fun of people.

“You left it in the kitchen,” she repeated, her eyes narrowing.

Steve nodded, his face flushed. It wasn’t his fault. She had practically thrown herself at him near the counter, pushing him against it with something desperate in her kisses and her touches, smoothing over his arms and his chest and his shoulders. It hadn’t really seemed like she was into it, but she had started it, and he knew better than to ask—just going along with it and letting her have what she (maybe) wanted from him. Anything if it kept her close and (maybe) happy. “We were…we were kissing, I…”

“You forgot it because we were kissing?” She sounded accusatory now, her fingers twitching from where they were digging into her white cardigan, arms crossed over her chest. It was one of the ones with little pink flowers—that he had gotten her from Christmas—laid over the long green dress that sweeped to her ankles, winched at the waist and sort of pleated, the cotton scratchy. His mom had bought that for her after she found out they were dating. Said she deserved something nice from her since she seemed like such a nice girl. And she was. She was a nice girl.

“I got distracted,” he whispered, stepping forward and cupping his hand around her elbow, knowing that she kind of hated when he got touchy in public now—didn’t get why because she used to love it—because he just needed to touch something or he was going to lose his mind among the kids smoking over by the bathrooms and the girls chatting by his locker. One of them was leaning against it. He was dreading asking her to move in a minute. “I-it’s fine, though, Nance, really. I have all my books in my—in my locker. I’ll be okay.”

He watched careful, cautiously, when the corner of her mouth quirked up and she breathed out a laugh, pressing her hands to his shoulders and pulling herself up onto the toes of her sneakers to press her lips to his cheeks, murmuring, “what am I going to do with you, Steve Harrington?”

Steve smiled, wrapping his hands around her waist and shrugging, feeling her hands press down a bit harder when he did to keep herself steady. “Dunno, Nancy Wheeler.”

She scoffed, leaning back slightly and falling back to flat feet, slipping her hands down to his chest, lightly gripped at the fabric of his t-shirt. An old one that he let her take without asking because that’s what girlfriends and boyfriends were supposed to do, right? She never wore them out in public like Carol wore Tommy’s clothes, though. But Nancy was different. “Don’t call me by my full name.”

“But you can call me by mine?” He teased lightly, pressing a kiss to her hairline, moving down to her eyebrow and only stopping when she laughed and gently grabbed his jaw, pushing him back. His hands slipped from her waist.

“Yours sounds better.”

“Mmm, does it?”

She nodded, crossing her arms again. “Yeah.”

“I mean—Nancy Harrington…kinda sounds nice, don’t you think?” He was only joking—and he didn’t mean to make her upset by it, honest, it was a joke—but he watched as her shoulders rose up to her ears, tense and tight, shrugging and looking away. Towards one of the posters for that weird club her younger brother wanted to join. They didn’t take middle schoolers, though.

“We should get to class. Steve,” She whispered, saying his name as an afterthought, like she forgot who she had been talking to. She reached out to brush her hand down his arm quickly, fixing the sleeve of his t-shirt from where it had hiked up before she turned. He didn’t follow her for a moment.

He didn’t know how he had fucked this up so badly. She had her future all planned out—and apparently she didn’t know if he was a part of it. She was going to go to some fancy college up north and become a journalist. And he fit in there somewhere if he was still around.

He had thought that she was in his future, too. A house, six kids, long drives on the coast to beaches that would leave sand in their shoes for years…he hadn’t told her that, though. She wouldn’t have liked it. Called it what it was. A dream. Because who would want kids with him? Everyone turned into their parents. And six controlling and manipulative people was six too many. Seven too many if you counted himself. It was only a matter of time before he started to enjoy those meetings he was occasionally dragged to. Before he would cut his hair short—buzz it, even—and marry young. Get rich. Get hateful. Get sick. Spend the rest of his life wishing and hoping that things would work out when they wouldn’t.

That’s what was in store for Steve Harrington. Never Steve Wheeler.

He asked the girl leaning on his locker to move and she did. Her hair was cut short, to her shoulders and light brown. She had been talking about band practice. Trumpet, maybe? He grabbed his books and walked to the classroom door. He stood outside and waited. For what? He didn’t even need to finish highschool. He could drop out. Work for his dad. Run away into the woods. Drown in the ocean with sand in his lungs.

Someone pushed past him, arms full and frizzy hair down past her shoulder, twisting and curling in a flash of deep, rich brown. Her leather jacket rubbed against his arm and she muttered something. Maybe a sorry, and then there was a thud, but she didn’t stop to pick up whatever she dropped—maybe she didn’t notice?

Her voice was deep. Pretty.

“Eddie!” Someone called, and he turned to see where she went but she was already gone. The thing was still there, though. A notebook. It looked a bit fancy, like she had spent a lot of money on it.

Eddie The Banished, it read on the first page. There were some notes, half-assed and not at all coherent. But mostly it was covered in drawings. Of things with horns and claws, people with pointed ears and flowing dresses, swords. Lots of swords. So many swords to the point that it was kind of concerning.

He picked it up. He would have given it back, but…the girl was gone. And he needed a notebook anyways…he’d find her after school. Besides, how many Eddie’s could there be? Maybe she belonged to that demon club thing. It seemed…like a place where people who really liked swords would hang out.

He slipped inside the classroom and gave Ms. Click a smile and a wave. She smiled and waved back, didn’t comment on how he was late or tell him to do better. Just watched him until he sat. The trumpet girl was behind him, glaring at him. That didn’t matter because Nancy was next to him, tugging the notebook out of his hands. “What’s this? I thought you left yours?”

He grabbed it back quickly, shrugging it off and setting his books down next to him. “Found a spare in the locker. Don’t use this one all that much. Dad bought it for me.”

Nancy eyed him suspiciously, like she didn’t believe him, but she dropped it. He looked up as the door opened and that red head walked in. Tam….Tammy? Tammy. Yeah. Her. It wasn’t like he hated her or anything, she was nice. But she was too optimistic. A total dud. Wanted to move to Nashville and become a singer. She couldn’t even sing, god, it was like she was tone deaf. And, because she always was, she was humming as she sat at the desk next to his.

And I need you now tonight….

And I need you more than ever…

He opened the notebook after giving her a small wave and a polite smile. He had forgotten lunch in his backpack, too. But it was good that he didn’t have a class before this today, because otherwise he would have been too tired. It was his off day from sports. To relax and hang out with his girlfriend.

He was going to miss his bagel, though. They were the highlight of the school day.

It was hard to find a blank page in the notebook, but when he did…the one next to it looked…great. He would have never been able to draw a hand that good. The lines were smudged, like the person was in a rush, and the page was crinkled slightly. He smoothed over it, careful not to damage the drawing further.

The hand was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He saw a lot of hands in basketball. A lot of hands everyday. But there was a small dot on the side of the pinky. The hand was curved, like it was throwing something up and out. He looked down at his left hand. There was a dot there, too.

Next to the hand drawing was a shoddy person, just a shoulder and shirt collar with some curved lines for tousled hair at the neck. There were dots on that drawing, too. He felt behind his jaw, over the thin raised line from shaving yesterday morning—when Nancy had told him that his stubble had gotten too bad and it felt weird to kiss—and…shit, there were moles there. Three. Like in the drawing.

He flipped the page before anyone could see the drawing—didn’t need to be made fun of for being a nerd and for being soft—and tried to focus on Ms. Click as best as he could, all while feeling the piercing glare of Trumpet Girl and Tammy’s soft gaze. Nancy’s side-eyes as she made sure he was looking up towards the chalk board when Ms. Click wrote. His hands kept drifting back to his jaw. His mind kept drifting back to the drawing.

It was weird that the person in the drawings were (maybe) him. But it made sense. Girls at this school liked him. Tammy liked him. Trumpet Girl didn’t seem to, but he didn’t care. Nancy liked him. She did. She told him she loved him so she did, she wouldn’t lie about that. Not to him.

Maybe it was the same with that Eddie girl. Maybe Eddie liked him, too. That wouldn’t be surprising. He might be soft, but he still had great hair.

DISCLAIMER: this is not a Nancy hate fic!!! I love Nancy!!! Her and Steve are just not meant for each other :)

also I love fics where Steve seems Eddie briefly and goes “woman :)” and then meets him and goes “wait. No. What. Not a woman?”

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people who might be interested…?: @jadeylovesmarvelxo @precioussteveharrington @himbosandhardwear @steddiewithachance

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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 14 - Water Inhalation

AND WE'VE MADE IT TO SEABOUND ANGST MY FAVORITE MEAL! I am in LOVE with this one I think it turned out so good and I'm so proud of it. Might be my favorite one!

@splinnters second to last one but I think you'll LOVE this one!

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Nya winced as he started coughing again, the sound echoing off of the thin gray walls and reverberating. She rubbed his chest soothingly, shushing him, doing her best to help the coughs taper off. Looking up to his mouth, she was hoping that even a little of the water in his lungs would be expelled, but she was only disappointed to see yet another thin string of saliva clinging to his chin instead.

She wiped at it with a napkin, disposing of it in the trash can they had placed next to the couch. It was almost full of napkins that had been used for the same purpose, and Nya’s foot nudged it as she leaned forward to press a light kiss to her Yin’s exposed collarbone. He let out a high whine, struggling against the grip she had on his wrists until she rubbed the thin skin with her thumbs.

“There we go,” she murmured against his skin once Jay finally quieted down, “there we go. You’re okay, honey, I’m right here. You just need to keep resting.”

With a strangled wheeze, Jay tried to say her name. “Nya?”

“I’m here, love,” she pulled the one blanket they had farther up his chest, tucking it around his sides and under the cushions. “Just try and go back to sleep, okay?”

First Master, there had to be something else she could do. Anything.

Jay leaned into her touch when she went to cup his cheek, thumb stroking the eyebags sunked into his skin. It had been so long since he had gotten some good sleep.

The others filed back into the room with gloomy expressions, and Nya already knew that they were bearing bad news from the way they avoided looking at her. Cole made his way to the couch, plopping himself down at Jay’s head and replacing the blue ninja’s pillow with his leg. Nya’s heart squeezed as she watched the earth ninja card his fingers through Jay’s hair to get him to sleep, Cole’s face pinching in worry. Jay relaxed into his brother’s touch, short hums getting caught in his throat as Cole scratched over his scalp. It would be such a peaceful scene if it weren’t so horrid outside.

Looking out of the room’s windows only to stare into a fabricated ocean made Nya’s head swim with anxiety, and she quickly looked away.

“We cannot make it out through the sewers,” Pixal reported, coming to stand next to Nya and lay a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her tone was professional, but Nya knew the samurai well enough to recognize the worry in her undertones. “They are completely flooded, and the combat craft are not small enough to fit in the tunnels. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Pix,” Nya said, even though she could feel the tears stinging at her eyes. “We’ll just have to think of something else. It’s not the end of the world.”

But it might signal the end of hers.

Kai ran a hand through his hair, messy and unkempt. “We’ve searched this building from top to bottom, Nya. If there was anything we would’ve found it by now. There’s no medicine, there’s no exit, there’s nothing.”

“Can we use the oxygen tanks from the crafts?” Lloyd asked. “Maybe if we get one and try to make a mask-”

“That wouldn’t help him,” Zane said heavily, the words settling over the rest of the room like lead, “oxygen can only do so much. We need to get the water out of his lungs.”

And Nya felt the guilt and the shame crash into her like a tidal wave; she was the master of water, and she couldn’t even save the ones that she loved from drowning in their sleep.

Suddenly, Jay was trying to push himself up on his elbows, back to hacking his lungs out. The sound was harsh and grating against Nya’s ears, and it was one that she had heard entirely too much in the past few hours. Cole quickly pushed him up, thumping the palm of his hand against the blue ninja’s back as Nya held Jay up by the shoulders. Normally they only lasted a minute or two, and then Jay would slump over onto whoever was holding him, exhausted.

Except it wasn’t stopping.

They kept getting louder and louder, and Nya hugged him close to rub his back and try to help however she could. But something was wrong. She could feel his lungs spasming rapidly, and hear him choking as he tried to take in air, gasping.

He couldn’t breathe.

Jay couldn’t breathe.

“Shit!” she exclaimed, starting to whack against the back of his ribs to try and help him. Jay was still coughing, the sound loud and wet next to her ear as his hands clutched at her gi in teror, and Nya could feel him start to tremble. “He needs help!”

“We will get the oxygen tank,” Pixel said, grabbing Zane’s arm and pulling him out of the room. Cole scrambled to grab the bucket they had left on the other side of the room, settling behind Nya. She flinched when she heard Jay start to gag; Cole must’ve stuck his fingers in his mouth and triggered his gag reflex. It wasn’t long before her Yin was vomiting into the bucket, expelling anything that he could except for the water in his lungs. Even a glob of thick blood made a splat in the bottom of the bucket, and Nya started kissing as much of his skin as she could reach as tears soaked into the fabric of her gi.

He sobbed, shaking, and she held him fast. “I know, dear, I know. I know it hurts, and I know you’re hurting, but It’s going to be okay, I promise. It’s going to be okay, Jay. You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay-”

And she repeated it like a mantra, through some of the water finally being coughed up and through Jay’s thick sobs as his chest heaved for air. He was whispering, begging for it to stop, and Nya’s heart broke in two. Kai had sat behind his back, pressing his warm hands to Jay’s shoulder blades in an effort to stop his shaking and reassure the blue ninja, but Nya could tell that it wasn’t working. Lloyd was next to her, pressing a kiss to her temple and putting his hands on top of hers. He was using his power, doing his best to push the energy through to Jay.

Finally, Wu gently pushed Kai away, replacing the fire ninja’s hands with his own. “Son,” he said quietly, and they all watched in awe as their master used his powers, his hands glowing with golden power, “you have to breathe for me, for us. I know it’s hard, but I believe in you, and I know you’re strong enough. In and then out, can you do that for me?”

Jay nodded, and Nya’s hand went to cup the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair and tugging gently to soothe him.

“Good,” Wu said firmly, moving his hands up and down. Gold swirls followed his hands, and to her amazement Jay actually did start to breathe more easily. He pressed a knuckle to Jay’s spine, running over each of the ridges. “You’re doing amazing, Jay. Keep going, we are here with you.”

Minutes passed, and the experience was absolutely agonizing. Nya held him the entire time, whispering reassurances and sweet nothings into his ear as he hacked up anything he could manage, eventually starting to breathe in large harsh wheezes that had her heart aching. Cole took away the bucket and put it back on the floor, instead cupping her Yin’s face and speaking to him softly the same way Nya was doing. Wu removed his hands after seeing that his power had done all that it could, stepping back and letting Kai rub Jay’s shoulders.

Zane and Pixal were back with the repurposed oxygen tank, a hastily made mask in her hands, but that solution was very quickly shot down when Jay shoved it away. He was barely conscious, but he was still aware enough to tell that someone was trying to put something on his face; Nya hated that his first instinct was that he was being gagged. Zane did his best to coax his brother to wear the mask, telling him that it would help, but Jay was having none of it.

“He doesn’t like things over his mouth,” Nya explained softly after glancing at Zane's hurt expression, “it’s nothing personal, I promise. Maybe try making it a cannula instead?”

Pixal started work on it right away. Nya didn’t let herself relax until the wheezes finally tapered off, and even though Jay still couldn’t take a full breath it was deeper than anything she had heard for the past fifteen minutes. The relief in the room was palpable, and she had vague thoughts about how she needed to make the atmosphere at least a little happier. She traced a finger around the shell of his ear, hoping to see him shy away and giggle from the touch, and to her relief he scrunched up his shoulder in response.

“That’s all it takes, huh?” she teased, reaching up and doing the same thing to his other ear. Jay was quick to block her access again, but she just kept alternating until he let out a few raspy giggles. “You make it too easy.”

“Nya,” he whined in protest, and the sound of his wrecked and ruined voice was music to her ears. She relented, instead bringing her hands down to start working at undoing his belt. Jay needed to get out of his wet gi if they didn’t want him to get sick.

Kai caught on and helped to get the gi off, balling it up and throwing it in the corner of the room. He hugged the both of them, his arms coming to rest around Nya’s waist with Jay sandwiched in the middle, using his powers to raise his body temperature and soothe both of them. Cole had gotten up to push one of the other couches to the edge of the first one to make more seating, and he snatched Lloyd up in a bear hug that the green ninja only protested once while throwing his legs into Jay’s lap. Zane looked unsure of where to place himself, but eventually settled for sitting behind Nya, his naturally cold temperature working to balance out Kai’s body heat.

Taking one look at the mangled mask and at the cuddle pile, Pixal left it on the ground, instead stripping off her armor and plopping down next to Nya. She laid her head on the water ninja’s other shoulder, feeling Zane’s arm wrap itself around her waist and hold her close.

“What’s going on?” Jay murmured into Nya’s shoulder. “Are we having a cuddle party?”

“Yup, and it’s all for you, Sparky.” Kai said, kissing the top of his brother’s head.

“Can I go to sleep?”

“It would be most beneficial if you did go back to sleep,” Zane said, “because you need your rest. We will figure out what to do.”

Jay coughed again, and Nya clenched her fists, afraid that it would break out into a full coughing fit again. Thankfully, it was just the one. “Can I lay down?”

“After you stay up for a bit,” Cole said sympathetically. “We can’t let the water sit in one place for too long if we want to keep you from getting pneumonia.”

“Stupid pneumonia,” Jay muttered, and it was so Jay that Nya had to chuckle in response. Leave it to her Yin to insult a potentially debilitating illness that they currently had no way of treating and saving him from.

“Pnuemonia is actually quite a serious condition, Jay. If left untreated it could very well-”

Nya felt her heart stutter much like Jay’s normally did, and of course Jay was quick to notice. “I know what it is, Pixal, now stop talking about it. You’re stressing Nya out.”

“I think I’m less stressed about pneumonia and more about the fact that you can’t breathe properly,” Nya snipped, but she immediately wilted. That wasn’t what a good Yang would say.

Yet, Jay didn’t seem to take it personally, instead tracing the skin of her lower back through a cut in her gi. He didn’t say anything, letting the silence settle over the room and pressing a kiss to the crook of Nya’s neck. Nya rucked up his white undershirt, taking off her gloves and placing her bare hands on his skin. She felt his element react instantly, the small electric current flowing through her and making her nerve-endings tingle. There were so many scars across his back, too many to count, but she made sure to trace all of them as meticulously as she could.

It wasn’t long before soft snores filled the air; Jay had finally fallen back asleep against her shoulder, his full weight leaning on top of her and both of them being supported by Zane.. And that was when Nya finally allowed herself to break down and cry.

#whumptober 2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago whumptober #whumptober day 14 #ninjago cole #ninjago lloyd #ninjago kai #ninjago pixal #ninjago zane

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piningoverapines · 9 months

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scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle.

summary: Finn gets his hair braided by the reader.

note: this is dedicated to hannah, sorry for taking so long to write this!!

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Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke, the sun was beaming in through an open window, and you could feel your face against your boyfriend's chest. He took deep breaths as you lie against him, you looked back at him, wondering why he was doing so. His brows were furrowed, but as soon as he saw that you were awake, his breathing started to become much more regular. You looked at him for a couple of minutes before beginning to speak.

“you okay?” you asked, laughing softly while doing so, his eyes widened before responding.

“Yeah? Why wouldnt I be?” he questioned, smiling as he did so, you could see the gaps between his teeth as he spoke.

“You were just, breathing heavily. I don't know, I just wanted to check” you responded, looking at him as you smiled.

“I was trying to, uh, not wake you up” Finn reassured you, beginning to sit up.

As he sat up you realized that he hadn't worn his hat to bed last night, meaning his long hair was out, and well, rather messy.

“Oh… finn, your hair..” you said with a smile, reaching out to touch it. He raised one of his brows at you and grabbed your wrist before your hand touched his hair.

“What? What's wrong with it?” Finn spluttered out as he put one of his hands in his hair, his expression dropping as he did so.

“Nothing it's just… messy, has your hair never been knotted before?” you asked, perplexed. He shook his head.

“That’s- whatever, can I brush it for you?” you asked, as his hand loosened around your wrist, letting you put it back at your side.

“Uhhh, sure” Finn faltered, confusion evident on his face, though he still managed to say it with a smile. You reached for your bag before Finn grabbed it for you and handed it to you, you unzipped it and began to rummage around in it, looking for your hair brush.

“Now- it might hurt a bit, so.. Uhh, just tell me when to stop when it hurts too much, okay?” you crooned, grabbing a black brush from out of your bag, he still looked worried, but knew you wouldnt do anything to hurt him.

You sat behind him before slowly beginning to brush his blond, glossy hair. He twitched as he felt the brush run through his knotted hair, his eyes watering slightly from the pain. You continued to brush his hair, running the brush from the bottom up. He squeaked as the brush ran through a knot, placing one of his hands onto the couch, grabbing at the fabric. He stuttered out soft, small ‘ow’’s, but after a few more brushes, his hair was finally proper.

“There, it's all brushed out” you added, running a hand through his silky hair. He pulled his hand off of the couch and put it back on his lap. “Do you mind if I braid your hair?”

“No, not at all!” he quickly blurted out, not wanting you to stop, enjoying how your hands felt as they went through his hair. You smiled and began to separate his slick blond hair into three separate parts, before beginning to braid it.

“So, do you and Jake have anything planned for today?” you asked, trying to make small talk while your hands delicately braided his hair.

“Hmmm, I don't think so, I mean, most of the time, we don't even plan to do anything, someone just asks us to, but when they don't… we just stay home and play BMO, like, all day,” Finn responded, a smile forming on his face as he spoke. You smiled, hearing the excitement in his voice was adorable.

“Ohhh, why don't you ever invite me over to play BMO?” you questioned in a teasing manner, his smile dropping as you said it.

“I um, I didn't know you wanted to, sorry” Finn stammered out, and you laughed softly behind him.

“I'm kidding, Finn, you don't have to do everything with your girlfriend if you don't want to” you reassured him, blush emerging on his face as you refer to yourself as his girlfriend.

“O-oh, I knew that, I do wanna play BMO with you, though,” he admitted, fidgeting with his shirt hem as he talked.

“Well, you have nothing planned today, right?” you suggested, his eyes widened, and he smiled. You finished his braid, tying a blue hair tie tightly around the end of it. “There you go, now you don't have to worry about it getting knotted while you sleep.”

Finn spun himself around so he was facing you, and looked you in the eyes, smiling ear to ear from your suggestion earlier.

“Wow, you look so pretty” you cooed, the blush on his face only getting redder. You moved your hands to cup his face while you spoke. His smile and blush were adorable as he struggled to speak.

“Thank you” Finn whispered, placing one of his hands on yours as it held his face. You planted a soft kiss on his forehead before you spoke.

“you’re welcome” you replied, your voice weak, hardly above a whisper.

“So, what do you two want for breakfast?” Jake, Finn's brother, a yellow, English bulldog, ribbed, causing you to instantly pull your hands away from Finn's face. And causing Finn to let out a squeaky, high-pitched scream.

Jake chuckled before repeating himself, Finn turning his head to look at Jake as he spoke, before turning to look back at you.

“I'll have whatever you have, Finn” you blurted out, not certain what they had. Finn turned back to Jake and smiled before speaking.

“Pancakes,” Finn replied, but before turning back to you, he began to speak again. “Wait- Jake, how long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to know that she thinks you look pretty with your hair in a braid.” Jake teased. Finn's face went maroon as you started to laugh, you put a hand on his shoulder and began to rub it comfortingly, still laughing as he continued to get redder.

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I loved your teacher!reader oneshot with dewey finn! I’d love to see more, maybe with #1 and #6 from prompt list 3 if you’d like?

no rules in breakable heaven

Pairing: Dewey Finn x Teacher!Reader

Inspiration: Prompts #1 (“i missed you, you idiot.”) and #6 (“i don’t care about them, i just want you.”) from Prompt List #3, spiritual sequel to close enough to touch

Warnings: anxiety, sexual references, fluff, dumbasses in mutual pining

Word Count: 2,299

Author’s Note: So sorry for the delay on this, sweet anon! I have been very busy with a show that I’m in, as well as just…not having a ton of inspiration for a bit. But I think this is a nice sequel to my first Dewey x Teacher!Reader one shot, so I hope you enjoy! As always, check out my Masterlist, About Me page, and Prompt Lists for any requests you’d like to make! I’m gonna be busier for next couple months, but will be working on requests and any other fics that spark my creativity. Thanks again to everyone who reads these silly little one shots, your support means the world!

You were never a rule breaker. It just wasn’t in your nature.

You never had a rebellious streak or disobeyed authority. Hell, you rarely ever talked back to your parents when you were younger.

But here you were, a full-grown adult sneaking around with the music tutor like you were lovestruck teenagers.

It had been a couple months since you and Dewey had started seeing each other in secret, and it was getting harder and harder to hide the truth from the rest of the staff at Horace Green.

Not only was Dewey constantly finding ways to visit your classroom or chat with you at lunch, you knew the other teachers were catching onto your incessant flirting whenever there was a development meeting or other afterschool function.

With the end of spring break, you knew it was only a matter of time until someone overheard you and Dewey in the hallways, and that would be the end of it. Gossip travels fast when the faculty is equal parts snooty and nosy.

On the last day before you were thrown back into teaching introductory poetry and essay structure, you waited for Dewey at your apartment, your knee bouncing nervously as the seconds ticked on. Not seeing him was starting to have an effect on you, which only made you feel more pathetic.

You and Dewey hadn’t exactly defined your relationship. Yes, you went out on dates, and hung out, and slept together, but you hadn’t had the talk. It made you feel juvenile just thinking about it, but how could you not?

You liked him, and you thought he liked you but…what if you were wrong? What if this was just something that filled his time? A meaningless fling? Dewey didn’t seem like the relationship type, despite the way you caught him looking at you.

Maybe sneaking around with the new teacher was just a way to add more excitement to his life. Not that you could really blame him. It was just as exciting for you, even if the thought of getting caught caused a wave of nausea to wash over you.

Your anxiety spiral was interrupted by a confident knock that rang in your ears.

Instantly, your heart jumped to your throat. Opening the door, you couldn’t help but light up as Dewey enveloped you in a bear hug, the scruff on his face tickling your neck.

“Hey there, stranger!” he boomed, his voice tired but giddy, “And here I thought you might’ve forgotten about me while I was gone.” He put you down, his scent lingering on you; he smelled like cinnamon, a noted change from his usual body spray.

You shook your head at his teasing. “I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that could forget you, Dewey Finn,” the two of you laughed, and you noticed a familiar tinge of pink on his face. He still didn’t know how to be cool the minute you started flirting, which made you hopeful. How could someone blasé about a relationship blush every time a compliment or teasing remark was thrown their way?

The two of you sat down on the couch, your knees bumping against each other. “But seriously,” you said, feeling your hands start to sweat, “I missed you, you idiot.” He chuckled, draping his arm behind you.

“I missed you too,” he replied, “And remind me to never go on a road trip with Ned again. I love the guy, he’s my best friend. But God, he is not a ‘sleep-in-the-back-of-a-van-for-a-week’ type. Too high maintenance.” His tone was light, even as he complained.

An unspoken tension hung in the air, and even though you were both happy to see each other, you couldn’t help but sense that Dewey was uncharacteristically jittery. Why did you get the feeling there was something he wasn’t telling you?

“I told him about us, by the way,” he tacked on, a sheepish look falling across his face, “Ned, I mean. But don’t worry! The only people he talks to are me and Patty, and she’s, well, terrible and doesn’t have any friends so—”

“Dew,” you interrupted, before he jumped into a rant about how much he hated his best friend’s girlfriend, “It’s okay, I understand.” You wiped your palms on your jeans, finding the courage to jump into a potentially disastrous line of questioning.

“But uh, what did you tell him?” you could’ve had a heart attack right on the spot. “I mean, what did you say that I am to you, exactly?”

Now it was Dewey’s turn to take a ride on the Uncomfortable Express.

“Uh, well, that we’re seeing each other, ya know, enjoying each other’s company,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous tick you had picked up on over the past weeks. “And that you’re awesome and smart and I like you and…” He trailed off, his brown eyes flickering over your lips.

Without much warning he kissed you, slowly and tenderly. Your let out a small sigh as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him on the couch so you were practically in his lap.

Very smooth, Finn.

Not smooth enough to fully distract you from the conversation at hand, but he was certainly trying.

‘Seeing each other’? You guessed that was the best phrase for whatever it was you were doing, wasn’t it? Casual. Light. Fun. Easily ended if another, better prospect crossed his path.

The thought made you tense up, and Dewey noticed. He pulled away, delicately brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face. “Are you okay?” his eyes instinctively flickered down your frame and back up to meet your gaze, “If you don’t want, I mean, we don’t have to right now if—”

“Oh, no it’s not that,” you assured, patting him on the chest unconvincingly. Your eyes shot to your coffee table, which was strewn with papers. “I just…god I have to grade the kids’ essays before we get back to it tomorrow.”

Dewey was never the most perceptive guy on the planet, but even he noticed a shift in your demeanor. Before he had a chance to press you, an alarm blared on his phone, startling you both. He swiped it from his back pocket, his face flashing with panic.

“Shit,” he muttered, “Completely spaced, but uh, I have a private lesson I gotta teach in a half hour.” You inwardly thanked whatever higher power was intervening. You peeled yourself away from Dewey, your shoulders landing gently on the back cushion of your sofa.

He hopped up from the couch, quickly locating his wallet and keys. You got the feeling that he was secretly thankful for the interruption too. Not that you could blame him; if the roles were reversed, you’d want to get out of there as fast as possible too.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have…I’ll see around, okay?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Don’t you always?”

Dewey’s lip curled, and he gave you a small kiss on the cheek before bounding out your front door.

***

Not being a rule breaker did have its benefits. Years of following and listening had given you the tools to become an effective teacher. You loved your students and you loved teaching, and those two things made the long days go by just a little bit faster.

Before you knew it, it was nearly a week since you had seen Dewey; he had been suspiciously absent from your usual meet-up spots, and you felt your spirits droop with each passing day.

You couldn’t help but feel sour about that night, but you knew it wasn’t Dewey’s fault; even with all the security you had in the other aspects of your life, relationships were always your weak spot.

Who among us wasn’t terrified of rejection?

As the final bell of the school week rang out, you breathed another sigh of relief as your class clamored out the door. Your job was rewarding, yet tiring; the prospect of seeing Dewey in the halls would at least make your day more interesting.

As you peaked your head out of your classroom to watch dozens of children head towards the exit, your eye caught one of Dewey’s pupils.

“Katie!” you called, and watched the fifth grader whip her head around, her pigtails bouncing, “No School of Rock today?”

The girl shook her head. “Not today,” she called over the chatter, “Mr. Finn canceled.”

Your stomach twisted, and you slipped back into your classroom to collect everything you needed for that weekend. You figured Dewey wasn’t one for confrontation, but did he really cancel lessons with the kids to avoid you?

You didn’t think the conversation you had went that poorly, but the thought buried itself deep in your brain and refused to leave. Bag slung over your shoulder, you angrily pushed open the doors to the parking lot. Most of the other staff were leaving as well, with a few small groups of teachers chatting by their cars.

How could you have been such an idiot? At any point you could’ve been honest with Dewey, told him how you felt. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, it would’ve been better than the purgatory you were in now.

You stared down at your feet as you walked, running through the last time you saw Dewey over and over again in your head. Lost in your own personal shame spiral, a familiar voice snapped you back into reality.

“Hey, stranger.”

It was Dewey, leaned up against his beat-up van, which took up the spot next to your car. His expression was mellow, a delicate smile on his face as you neared. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand, “These are for you.”

The arrangement was simple but still lovely. Hydrangeas, tulips, baby’s breath: all your favorite flowers.

“How’d you—?”

“I have a good memory,” he smirked, “And I owe the girl working at Trader Joe’s big time for actually putting it together.” You giggled, taking in the fresh scent as he handed the flowers to you.

“I feel like such an asshole for being MIA this week, I’ve just been helping out a few kids with solo lessons, and I couldn’t get these until today but…” His shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “I could tell something was off the other night. You seemed stressed so…I figured I’d try to lift your spirits. Did it work?”

A laugh bubbled out of you, touched by his kind gesture. You even felt your eyes getting misty, gratefulness filling your entire body.

“Oh shit,” Dewey said, noticing the tears pooling at the creases of your eyes, “Sorry, I didn’t think about the rest of the teachers seeing, I can totally bring them over later on if you—”

It was your turn cut him off with a kiss, sweet and reverent and warm. In your mind, the parking lot was empty, deserted; You could’ve been the last two people on the planet.

You slung your arms around his neck, the bouquet still clutched in your hand. After a few seconds, Dewey broke from you, a confused but enthused look on his face. “But…I mean, are you sure you want to be seen with me?” He looked around, and a few staff members had noticed your close proximity.

Glancing back at the group of teachers, you shook your head at him. “I don’t care about them,” you breathed, a new sense of confidence surging through you, “I just want you. Us. Together, for real. If you want, that is.”

His mouth spread into a wide grin. “I thought you’d never ask, hot stuff.” He gave you another peck on your lips.

“I’ll tell Rosalie first thing Monday morning,” you said, wanting to be above board now that you were official, “We wouldn’t want to break any more rules than we already have, right?”

“I guess not,” he mused, reluctantly releasing you from his grip before too many gossips saw the two of you together. News would spread like wildfire; They didn’t need too much of a show. “But I still intend on taking you out tonight. As my girlfriend.”

You feigned elated surprise at the word. “I could get used to that, you know. Has a nice ring to it.” You shimmied your shoulders happily, and Dewey couldn’t help but bark a laugh.

“So, I can definitely say my not-so-big romantic gesture worked, then?”

You smiled, pulling him closer. “And then some, Finn,” you pressed your tongue between your teeth, eyeing him up and down, “But I guess you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out just how much I appreciate it.” He smirked, enamored with your newfound assuredness.

“You’re torturing me, ya know.”

“I know,” you teased, “But don’t they say that good things come to those who wait?”

“True,” he retorted, “I think we’ve both done plenty of waiting. What’s a few more hours?”

You giggled at him one last time before he kissed your hand, bowing dramatically, “Until this evening, my lady!” He jumped into his van, and it sputtered to a start. “And by the way: thanks for finally finding the nerve to do what I couldn’t.”

“It was torture, believe me,” you joked.

“You have no idea,” he said, gazing at you, “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you.”

Your heart practically leapt out of your chest. “That makes two of us, Finn,” you said, still hanging onto the flowers that set everything in motion, “Now get outta here before I change my mind about tonight.”

He shifted gears almost instantly, giving you a wink as he sped off out of the parking lot.

*****

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