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flamingpudding · 7 months

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Fictober23 Prompt: 4 - "Do you even know what this means?"

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

Tim stared at his family with pure exhaustion before letting out a sigh while covering his face with his hands because of the worried looks they were sending him after his long rant.

It had all started with a stupid school project. It was just supposed to be a stupidly simple school project. Did he think of the whole thing as the greatest nonsense project his school has ever come up with? Yes. Did he still do it? Yes. He needed the extra credits, because of some stupid meetings he had missed other projects which was the entire reason he took part in this one.

Maybe he should have tried buying his grade out of it like all the other snobbish rich kids but then he would feel guilty and the moment Alfred found out, he would have to life with the disappointed™ look. Something he really didn't want to deal with. So instead he took part in this stupid ancestry project his school had organized.

But when he had allowed the school to send in his DNA he certainly did not expect the result he got back. Because when he opened the email, he noted that it was addressed to someone named Danny Fenton not Tim Drake, he didn't even read the rest really. That should have been his first warning.

His second warning was when he had hacked into the that DNA testing facility to actually get his results back and then found a note on his data file about a near 100% DNA match to one Danny Fenton which caused them to assumed that Tim was Danny and just had sent in his DNA a second time after, he peaked through his finger onto the screen, 5 years. That should have been his second warning.

But no, Tim had actively ignored all the warnings and decided to dig into who this Danny Fenton was. Because there were so many possibilities of how they could match but only so little to explain the time difference between them sending in the DNA samples. For dear good Tim hoped to all things that there wasn't someone else to have attempted to clone him before Ra, no worse even, he hoped HE wasn't the clone in this situation.

Really he didn't want to add existential crisis to all the problems and cases he already had to deal with.

So what does one do best when they learn there was someone with nearly the same DNA you have? He looked that someone up. So that was what Tim did next. He had spent nights looking up anything he could find, summarizing all the information he found, branching off when he found other concerning stuff and then stewed in some frustration of the incompetence of some people when discovering other facts.

In the end Tim compiled all the data he had found into a 30 slides long power point. That he had presented to his family and was awaiting their reaction. Bruce had grunted earlier and the demon brat had huffed out something in between slight 25 and 26 earlier. Jason had muttered something right at the beginning and Dick had stayed quiet the entire time, so did Cass. Steph hadn't said a thing either and Duke looked just puzzled.

"Do you even know what that means?" Demon brat finally broke the silence, causing Tim's eye to twitch before aggressively pointing to his last slide still on the presenter.

"Yes, I do know what this means. I have listed all possibilities right here if you haven't noticed. And i explained possibility three, four and six on slide-"

"Replacement. I don't think that's what the brat means." Jason cut in and Tim glared at him.

"Timmy, when was the last time you slept?" Dick carefully asked and Tim directed his glare at him.

"I believe Master Timothy hasn't slept for about 72 hours now." Alfred added in with that disapproving stare of him and time looked away stubbornly. How was the amount of sleep he got relevant right now? There was a possibility of him being a clone or someone having cloned maybe even years before he started to follow B around as a kid with a camera.

Bruce let out a sigh and Steph appeared to try to hide a chuckle leaning on Cass shoulder. "He must be lacking sleep if he doesn't see the most obvious possibility considering the time line he presented on slide 18."

"Oh so, I am not the only one thinking he is missing another obvious possibility?" Duke asked and once more Tims eye twitched. Getting fed up with his family, Tim huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at them all.

"And what is it that I am obviously missing?"

"The screenshot of the mail you put in slide 3 stated that it's not a 100% match but 89%. In addition it stated in the last line a suspected possibility of a familiar relation. I am disappointed, Drake. That you would miss something this obvious."

"What?" Tim whirled around going to the slide to reread the mail.

"Considering that I am pretty sure, we don't have any sort of cloning case here Tim." Dick started his voice now slightly laced with Humor and Tim narrowed his eyes at his older brother over his shoulder. "You just discovered that you had a twin, that we probably still go to rescue."

Tim's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He did not know what to say and before he could even catch up with what his brothers had said Alfred was already behind him pushing him towards the elevator.

"It is time for you to get some sleep Master Timothy. I am sure Master Bruce and the others will be perfectly able to handle the rest of the situation with the information you compiled. You can join them after you have rested."

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fantastic-nonsense · 3 months

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Wasn’t it Alfred who’d made Damian Robin in Battle for the Cowl? Dick must have agreed after the fact, but Alfred was the one who set it in motion.

Nominally yes, in the sense that Alfred is the person who first put the cape in Damian's hands:

"You can't keep me here." "I'll do no such thing. But understand that you've been injured. Severely so." ......."What the hell are you pulling here, Al?" "It's time to earn your keep. If you're up for it." "So long as I'm not wasting any more time in here, whatever." -Battle for the Cowl #3

However, the reality is "not really." Three things to note about this:

One: no one in the story who actually knows what Damian's gotten up to while Dick was tracking down Tim and fighting Jason actually treats Damian as Robin. For the purposes of the narrative and everyone in it, Tim is still Robin, as Squire points out:

"I'm sure Nightwing could use a hand finding Robin. This way, then." -Battle for the Cowl #3

We don't really see anyone else's reaction to Damian wearing the cape in BftC. Even when Damian saves Tim while wearing the symbol, Tim has no actual reaction besides a single exclamation of Damian's name, and he seems more bewildered that Damian is there at all than he is about Damian wearing the Robin tunic. But the people we do see? Don't treat him as Robin. They treat him as an ally who happens to be wearing the Robin tunic for convenience.

Two: within the bounds of BftC, Damian is explicitly framed as being "Dick's responsibility" with Bruce gone. After Jason shoots Damian, Dick has the same conversation with Alfred that Bruce often did whenever one of his Robins was hurt, framed in a way that made it obvious where things were heading:

"Damian...this child...I could have gotten him killed tonight. I have a responsibility to him now. I let him down, Alfred." "Bruce also said the same of you...and Master Timothy, many times over the years." "And of Jason Todd." "Him as well." -Battle for the Cowl #2

Dick has already implicitly accepted Damian as his Robin at this point. And though Dick and Tim have not explicitly discussed it (as we see via their argument in Red Robin #1), it was also fairly clear that Tim would not be Dick's Robin based on how Dick thought of Tim by that point (as his brother, as his equal, as someone who should not be taking orders from him full-time). Tim had already spent time as the Robin to Dick's Batman back in Prodigal, and both boys had come a long way since then. Once Dick decided to take up the cowl at the end of BftC #2, it was inevitable that Damian would be his Robin rather than Tim (for a whole host of reasons I won't get into here). Alfred just hastened that inevitability.

Three: simply wearing the cape does not make you Robin. You are Robin if and only if two things happen: you have been explicitly accepted by Batman as his partner and Dick Grayson has given his blessing. You are a potential Robin. You are an ally wearing a Robin costume. But you are not Robin until those things happen.

Tim was not Robin in A Lonely Place of Dying even though he stole the costume with Alfred's help to save Bruce and Dick. Tim did not become Robin until after both Bruce and Dick had accepted him as such and he went through a training period (he was known as "Little Bat" until then, btw). The same is true of Damian, who wore the Robin tunic at least three times prior to actually becoming Robin (Bruce briefly took him out while wearing it in Batman and Son and he famously wore it during the events of Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul); he was no more Robin then than he was in BtfC.

The costume isn't what makes you Robin. Batman saying you're Robin and Dick giving the blessing of his parents' legacy to you makes you Robin (which. I will freely admit that's a loaded, complicated topic given the history of how the Robin mantle has been passed down over the years. but it generally holds true). Damian properly becoming Robin after BftC was clearly Dick's choice; Alfred can't "make" anyone Robin if Batman doesn't agree.

The core conceptual problem with Battle for the Cowl (well. there's about 5000 problems with BtfC. but you know what I mean) is that it tries to deal with about fifty different things at once, most of which all ordinarily would have gotten their own dedicated space across multiple books or tie-in comics to deal with. Instead, all of these things are smushed into a single massive threeshot event comic with awful characterization and a near-incomprehensible chain of events. In a perfect world, we would have gotten the same kind of build-up and transition between Tim and Damian that we did in the 90s when Tim became Robin after Jason's death. Unfortunately that's not what we got, so we're left to fill in the gaps ourselves.

But textually, Alfred did not make Damian Robin. Alfred handed an ally to the cause a Robin tunic during a crisis specifically for the purpose of rescuing Robin. After that crisis was over, Batman chose to make that same ally his Robin for reasons entirely unrelated to his wearing the symbol during that specific crisis. Dick chose Damian to be his Robin, and that choice should not be looked over just because removing it conveniently lifts some of the hurt feelings and messiness of that transition off of Dick's shoulders.

Dick handled his own legacy, as he should have. And while he did not handle it with as much communication and grace as he should have or probably would have liked to, it was his mantle and legacy to handle at the end of the day. For once, he had complete agency over choosing a successor to his heroing legacy (and his parents' legacy), not Bruce or Alfred or anyone who self-appointed themselves as a successor, and we should acknowledge and respect that.

He didn't pick Damian because Alfred unilaterally gave him a battlefield promotion; he picked Damian because he thought Tim was grown and independent enough to thrive without taking his orders every day and believed Damian needed his direct oversight and the growth opportunity being Robin would provide more than Tim did. Allow Dick the dignity of his choices instead of acting like he had no input or say in the matter of who his Robin was going to be.

#sidenote for my own peace of mind I just pretend that Dick gave Steph his blessing off-panel #everyone else got his on-panel blessing at some point except her so I just. fill in the gaps for her.#dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #tim drake #dick grayson meta #damian wayne meta #tim drake meta #(sort of)#long post #asks #queue

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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19 just playing the part — with the taste of your lips i’m on a ride !

scaramouche x g!n reader

You awkwardly stand outside your dorm building, hands in your pockets trying to hide in the darkness. You looked like you were someone’s side piece in your joggers. It was probably best if you didn’t seem like you tried to dress yourself up, and for Scaramouche out of all people.

A sleek car pulled up near you and you instinctively averted eye contact, assuming it was some pervert. The horn started blaring and you were about to go back inside the building when the top of the car rolled down, showing a disgruntled Scaramouche in the driver’s seat.

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me?” he called out, waving you over with his hand.

You make your way over, tucking yourself into the passenger’s seat.

“I thought you were some creep,” you explain, eyeing the interior of the convertible as Scaramouche rolls the top back up.

“As if someone would try to creep on you when you’re wearing that,” he scoffs, hands on the steering wheel as he starts the car back up, “Put your fucking seatbelt on.”

“What did you expect me to wear?” you say, feeling around for the seatbelt, “Why do you have such a nice car?”

“It isn’t mine,” he answers, gesturing to the keychain hanging on the rearview mirror of a penis with a face embroidered onto it, “Why would I hang that up on my mirror?”

“It’s kind of funny,” you shrug.

He gives you a side-eye.

After what seems like forever, but in reality, was just a ten-minute drive, he pulls in front of the nicer dorms. He turns the engine off, silently getting out and you follow, not knowing what to say to fill in the silence.

He comes around to your side of the vehicle and walks ahead for a bit before stopping, looking back, and furrowing his brows.

“Are you coming or not?”

“You were so quiet I didn’t know what to do,” you huff, following behind him.

“Do you need me to instruct you on everything?” he states, pulling out his ID as you got near the doors to scan you both in, shoving you in first.

“Finally bringing someone home?” a sultry voice calls out, you turn to see a blue-haired male sitting by the reception desk, raising up his fist in what you assumed to be solidarity.

“Shut the fuck up, Kaeya,” Scara grumbles, grabbing you by your elbow and tugging you along.

“Who is that?” you question as Scaramouche lets go of your sleeve to lead you down the hall.

“The annoying RA,” Scaramouche answers, making a left.

“Is Childe going to be there when we…?” you trail off, still feeling awkward about what you both were planning to do.

“Are you into exhibitionism?” he teases, finally stopping in front of the door near the hallway, “And no, he’s at a football camp for the weekend.”

“How do you even know what that kink is when you’ve never had sex?” you tease back, watching as he flips through the multiple keys on his keyring.

He gives you a brief look before finally finding the correct key, “I’d prefer to fuck someone who meets my standards, if I die a virgin because of that then so be it.”

“Are you admitting you’re waiting until you are in love to fuck?” you tease, following behind him and into his apartment.

You slide your shoes off and trail behind him as he leads you in. It’s much nicer than your dorm, and you marvel at the sight of the kitchen. All you’d been given was a mediocre microwave that hardly worked half the time.

He leads you to the living room, sitting on the couch and patting the spot next to him. You tentatively sit down, hands in your lap as you look around.

“Nice place,” you nod, not knowing what else to say.

“Anything is nice compared to the shitty dorms,” he replies, leaning back against the couch and manspreading beside you.

“Just take the compliment,” you sigh, tugging on your hoodie strings. You didn’t quite know what to do with your hands at the moment.

Scaramouche turns to you, tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he contemplated his next few words.

“Should we just fucking get to it or what?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, which in turn causes him to give you a bewildered look.

“That isn’t really romantic,” you chuckle.

“This isn’t supposed to be romantic,” he counters.

“But we should be in character,” you insist, gesturing to the both of you.

“An apartment shared by two college men isn’t romantic.”

“It can be!” You insist.

“Fine,” he sighs, reaching over to the dimmer and turning down the lights, “Is this better? Should I light some candles?”

“This will do because I know you don't own candles.”

“This is better because I can’t see your face,” he says, giving you a fleeting look before stripping himself of his jacket, “You’re going to have to come closer.”

“Why don’t you come closer?”

“You’re so aggravating,” he grumbles, but abides by your request and slides himself across the couch until your thighs are touching.

“We have to be facing each other,” you say, “Our necks will hurt if we do it like this.”

“What do you suggest then?”

You pat your thighs half-heartedly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding, why do I have to sit on you?” he questions, narrowing his eyes at you.

“You’re wearing jeans and I’m wearing sweats, my lap is more comfortable,” you explain, gesturing to the sweatpants you bought in highschool years ago.

He eyes your lap which makes you squirm. If you didn’t want to be here all night you were going to have to break the tension.

“It’s just practice,” you reassure, reaching out to grab his shoulder, and giving it a light tap.

He lets you touch him before finally complying and hooking his legs over and across until he was situated on top of you, legs wrapped around your waist, and letting out a huff of annoyance.

“This is a humiliating position,” he complains, but makes no move to get off.

“What if one day you have to play the part of a bottom?” you laugh, the feeling of his weight above you confusing your body. It felt sort of nice.

“Shut up,” he says, reaching for your hand and placing one on his waist and the other on his shoulder, “Let’s just get it over with so we can eat.”

“Close your eyes,” you instruct.

“How do I find your lips if I close them? You close them.”

“I never considered that.”

“This is fucking complicated.”

“It can’t be that hard,” you insist, more to yourself than him, you had no idea what you were doing.

“Do you trust me?”

“Not really.”

He raises a brow at you.

“Okay fine, I do.”

Being this close to him you were able to take him in, like the way Scaramouche looked like a literal cat? With his dark hair held back that framed his face, and his slanted eyes, perfectly accentuated by the sharp angle of his eyebrows. His pointed nose and surprisingly full pink lips. Not a blemish in sight.

Maybe you should have cleaned up a little bit before he picked you up.

Scaramouche’s eyes are on yours then they flicker towards your lips for a quick second, silently asking for permission.

All of a sudden Scaramouche is leaning in, finger under your chin to tilt your face up to his and you let your other hand make its way to the back of his neck. The last thing you see before shutting your eyes are Scaramouche’s lips, which fall open gently the moment he leans in to kiss you.

The distance between you two is close and Scaramouche’s lips are soft against your own. Your body, tense from anticipation, crumbles into the abandon. The beat of Scaramouche’s heart is loud against your own chest, emotions lodged in your throat, and soft indigo hair curling through the spaces between your fingers.

Scaramouche’s palm is callused and warm against your face, careful as his thumb caresses your jaw. It takes a while for the two of you to find your rhythm, a bit awkward as you try to let your faces fit against one another.

The kiss sparks and fizzles and you pull back to catch your breath, eyes open to catch Scara chasing your lips again. And you let him, extra practice never hurt anybody.

He tastes like a faint berry and you let yourself become lost in it, just like your character would, before pulling back once again. You let yourself breathe as Scara slowly leans back, eyes on yours as you both process the last few minutes.

Your hands are still on his waist and his are still on your shoulders, a hairsbreadth apart.

“Your lips are pretty chapped,” Scaramouche states, breaking the silence.

“I bite them a lot it’s a bad habit, alright?”

“I could tell since you kept biting mine.”

“Why do you taste like berry, are you wearing chapstick?”

“Yeah, something you should’ve worn.”

“You seemed to enjoy it.”

“Edward enjoyed it,” Scaramouche corrects, retracting his hands and pulling himself off of you, “Not me.”

“At least it’s finally over with,” you nod, stretching your arms over your head. Your stomach felt funny, from butterflies or hunger was the question.

“Any notes?” Scaramouche asks from beside you, running a hand to fix his now disheveled hair.

“As in?”

“Like what can I improve on?”

“I don’t have anything to compare it to so I don’t know,” you truthfully say, “You were fine though.”

You both grow quiet again.

“Do you like pasta?”

“I guess so.”

“Alright,” he muses, standing up and making his way to the kitchen, “Cus it’s either that or ramen. And I’m not feeding you again.”

You have nothing else to do so you stand up behind him and follow him like a lost puppy, situating yourself by the bar as Scaramouche ties an apron around his waist.

“Do you need help?” you ask, more out of politeness since you didn’t really know what to do in a kitchen.

He gives you a look as he begins to turn the stove on, “Can you cook?”

“No.”

“How have you survived college this far?”

“Takeout.”

Scaramouche gives you a disinterested look before going to the fridge and grabbing a pepper, sliding you a cutting board and knife, and gesturing to it, crossing his arms. You swallow your nerves.

You slowly grab for it and the pepper, slicing the pepper terribly under Scaramouche’s judgmental stare.

“You’re hopeless,” Scaramouche grumbles, making his way to come behind you and place his hand on yours and the other on the pepper. His chest was against your back as he started explaining how to cut the pepper in your ear while simultaneously berating you. You couldn’t focus on the mini-lecture he was giving with how low his voice was near your ears.

“Did any of that go into your thick skull?” Scara questions, letting go of your pepper and eyeing it.

“I tried,” you lamely defend.

“It’s decent, but we can’t use it because you didn’t wash your hands.”

You fight the urge to point the knife at him.

just playing the part !

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synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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author’s notes: stole the kiss scene from one of my fics 🫡 i tried to make it nice but also awkward 😭 hope you enjoyed you horny fucks 📸🤨 lmk ur thoughts in rbs, asks, and replies! and tag list is open again but send an ask cus i miss replies a lot 💔

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azurecrystalz · 1 year

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[Translation] The "Runrun" Calamity

From HiMERU's "Ever Changing" 4*! Written by: Umeda Chitose (Happyele Inc.) Featuring: HiMERU, Rinne, Wataru, Kaoru, and Mitsuru! Season: Autumn

Brief Synopsis: After Rinne calls HiMERU a silly little nickname as usual, HiMERU is baffled when more people use the nickname on him and others.

Rinne: ...Now then. I need to go hit up a new game soon~

HiMERU: Wait just a second, Amagi. This conversation isn't over yet.

Rinne: Just ask me when I get back. Listen, I can't afford to let today's winning luck slip me by. Sooo, I'll catch ya later Himerunrun!

HiMERU: ...Good grief. Even when you do come back, the first thing you'll do is make a ruckus over what you're going to eat. Or actually, he used "Himerunrun" instead of "Merumeru", what was that? Why doesn't he just stop doing what he wants, not just with how he acts, but with what he calls others too--

Mitsuru: Jiii~*...

HiMERU: (...? Someone's gaze can be felt from the shadows...the one staring at HiMERU from just behind the hallway corner is Ra*bits's...)

HiMERU: Tenma Mitsuru. HiMERU knows you're there.

Mitsuru: Whawhat?! I'm shocked you could tell!

HiMERU: Your entire upper body was visibly peeking out. If you really wanted to observe your target in secret, you would need to hide better. ...Why don’t you tell HiMERU what you wanted from him?

Mitsuru: Sure thing! Heyhey, I thought "Himerunrun" was super cute! Because of that, could I call you "Himerunrun-senpai" too?

HiMERU: Firstly, why do you ask?

Mitsuru: Because I thought it was cute?? Also I've been wondering what would be okay for me to call you since no one else around here has a name in English~

HiMERU: Is that so. Please call HiMERU as you normally would and use "HiMERU", Tenma.

Mitsuru: Ehh~. I can't call someone older than me that! Nn...then, I'll call you "HiME-chan-senpai"! Okay?

HiMERU: HiME-chan...it's uncomfortably odd, but it's alright. Since "Runrun" is too cheerful.

Mitsuru: Really? It makes me feel like I'm skipping, and it really does make me feel cheerful so I like it! I wanna be "Mitsurunrun" too. So since HiME-chan-senpai is "Himerunun", I should be "Mitsurunrun" then, right?

HiMERU: Well, let's see. Since HiMERU's name ends in "--ru", we can guess that's the reason Amagi had given him the name. If we use that logic on you, Tenma, then it wouldn't be wrong to use "Mitsurunrun".

Mitsuru: Kyakya~! I got the "green light"! I'm gonna spend the whole entire day as "Mitsurunrun"! Instead of dashing home today, I think I'm gonna skip! Thanks, HiME-chan-senpai!

HiMERU: (...He sure did leave with a skip in his step. Besides that, how is he possibly going to spend his time as "Mitsurunrun"...?)

The next day

Wataru: Oya? That man walking ahead of me is...

Wataru: A quick step, skip, and jump onto your back! Hello~! Here's your very own Hibiki Wataru~...newly renamed "Watarunrun"~!

HiMERU: --?!

Wataru: Ufufu, did I startle you? When I jumped, I overshot my momentum and went a little too far, didn't I?

HiMERU:...Hibiki-senpai, hello there. Did you need something from HiMERU?

Wataru: Nooo? For today, I'm not "Hibiki-senpai", but "Watarunrun"~

HiMERU: Pardon?

Wataru: Yesterday, I was able to run into Tenma-kun skipping happily down the hallway, but yesterday he was not Tenma-kun.

HiMERU: He was "Mitsurunrun"...?

Wataru: Correct~! You're a genius, "Himerunrun"-san~. And so, as someone whose name also ends with "--ru", I followed his lead and became "Watarunrun"!

HiMERU: (That kind of logic isn't wrong.)

Wataru: And because I became "Watarunrun", Subaru-kun also became "Subarunrun"~. We had a really fun time in our dorm room last night. I tried calling Butler-san "Yuzurunrun" to initiate him into our group, but he refused with a beaming smile yknow?

HiMERU: (Of course he would, who would want to involve themselves in something like this.)

Wataru: How are you feeling, "Himerunrun"-san? Does your heart flutter whenever you're called "Himerunrun"?

HiMERU: Um, no. HiMERU's chest doesn't flutter, and HiMERU's name is "HiMERU", so please continue to use that. HiMERU is nothing but "HiMERU", so there will be trouble if other names are used.

Wataru: Fumu, is that so? From an actor's perspective, it's a great pleasure to treasure the relationships formed with each role~

HiMERU: (Nothing about it seems pleasurable, but HiMERU will leave it at that. Remaining in Seisou Hall will only make it more likely to run into more people. It would be better to go somewhere to relax...)

HiMERU + Kaoru: .........

HiMERU: (Even if this was just some sort of coincidence, this outcome of people is way too ridiculous. HiMERU has the feeling the other person is trying to escape too.)

Kaoru: Ahaha...sorry for getting all defensive, Hi-"Himerunrun"-kun. I was just thinking how hard it must be for you, so I didn't know how to come up with a greeting.

HiMERU: Hakaze-senpai, even you know about that name floating around.

Kaoru: Well, last night they turned me into "Kaorunrun". I had to be a part of it or else I'd look like the loner that can't read the room, right?

HiMERU: That's not any of HiMERU's fault, but apologies for getting caught up in it anyway. HiMERU will get to the bottom of this and also talk to the person that started it...

Kaoru: ?

Rinne: Oh, it's Merumeru! Are you here for lunch? Isn't it late for that? Well, I'm having lunch right now too. Whatcha eating Merumeru, hayashi rice**? If it's good, then I'll order it too. Gimme a bite~

HiMERU: Don't try to take a bite without asking. Anyway, you used "Merumeru" today. HiMERU thought Amagi only used it once and that was it.

Rinne: Nn? Merumeru has always been Merumeru, hasn't he? That is to say, since you paid so much attention to it that means Merumeru has approved of the name "Merumeru", right~? Y'know, you've been reeeaaal quiet about it these past few days. I'd say you like it~.

HiMERU: This is only because it's a choice out of a very few amount of options. So don't get carried away with it. HiMERU is HiMERU. In the future please refrain from adding any additional ridiculous names.

Rinne: You say that, but I was actually thinking that it's time for a new name. Just to shake things up?

HiMERU: That's not it! ...Anyway, to avoid any and all unnecessary trouble, Merumeru is fine. Just Merumeru. Seriously, why is it that you try to take amusement in HiMERU? It'd be better not treating it like a joke.

(*): The japanese onomatopoeia for "staaaare", when a character is staring intently at another, like they have something to say.

(**): This is a dish where there's rice with a sauce containing beef and a few vegetables are poured on top.

TL Note: I'm sorry if the HiMERU dialogue sounded stiff :’) This was my first time trying my hand at tling a HiMERU centered story it was hard for tense/perspective understanding but overall good practice :3

#enstars #enstars translation #himeru #rinne amagi #kaoru hakaze #mitsuru tenma #wataru hibiki #aurora tls

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fizzyxcustard · 1 year

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I've Loved You Forever.

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: North & South (modern AU)

Pairings: Modern John Thornton x Fem!Reader/Fem!Reader x OC

Warnings: Language, angst, pining.

Summary: It is the Christmas party for John Thornton and his workers from Marlborough Mills. You have all been allowed to take partners, and that means your boyfriend of eighteen months is there. When he is asked if he loves you and can't answer, John Thornton's rage comes out full throttle, especially as he's been in love with you for quite some time.

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in. I’m gradually removing people from my tag lists who do not interact.

I tend to use Lucas North pictures as my modern Thornton images. This idea actually came to me randomly a few days ago when I was reading on the train.

Thank you to @knittastically and @lathalea for helping me who to choose the character for this idea. I may open this scenario up to other RA characters if people are interested and would like to request.

It was your work Christmas party, and your manager John Thornton had been kind enough to let everyone bring their partners along. However, you noticed that he still remained at the head of the table alone. There was no one at his side like the majority of everyone else around the table. Due to the size of your whole party, it was spilling over on to a second table. A couple of the machinery operators from Marlborough Mills, where you all worked, were sat with their wives, off to the side of the main table. Your boyfriend of eighteen months, Stuart, was beside you. As usual, he seemed to naturally turn all heads towards him. He was joking about someone he worked with, an unfortunate soul whom he disliked, and enjoyed tormenting.

John looked at Stuart and silently scoffed. The man was a prick! Self-absorbed, entitled, opinionated, sarcastic. How the hell had you even got with a man like this? You were everything that Stuart wasn’t.

The conversation, you noticed, seemed to steer to a more personal topic. Kelly, one of the wives of a colleague, grinned at Stuart across the table. “So do you love her? Are you planning to put a ring on her finger?” How had the conversation turned to this? Where had your thoughts been up until this moment?

Stuart began to blanch and tried to divert the topic. Never once though did he look at you.

“Become a bit speechless there, Stu?” John hissed, resting his arms on the table.

Kelly recoiled back, knowing that she had inadvertently caused a potential argument for later.

“Aren’t you going to answer Kelly’s question?” John growled again. “Or is that an answer you’ve got to think long and hard about?”

“John,” you said softly, looking up sheepishly at your boss. “It’s okay.”

Stuart got up from his seat quickly. “Anybody for another drink?”

John’s livid stare followed Stuart to the bar, and everyone else around the table had noticed. Why had John become so defensive?

In your embarrassment and hurt, you got up, excusing yourself from the table and slipped around the full tables and out into the chill of the evening air. A heat had rose in your head and prickles of pain rested behind your eyes, threatening tears. But you pushed them back, putting your self-control in place. Stuart had embarrassed you enough in public over the last eighteen months you’d been together, but never on such a scale as this.

“Are you okay?” a familiar voice came.

You looked up to see John Thornton a few feet away from you. “It’s fine, John.”

“It’s not fine,” John exclaimed. “How long have you two been together?”

“Eighteen months.”

“And in that time he hasn’t figured out if he loves you? Fucking hell…” John seethed. “You’re going to just let him get away with doing that in front of you. You deserve so much better than that.”

You sighed, chewing on your lip. “Plenty of people tell you you deserve something but you can’t see that inside yourself. And a lot of people will tell you that you deserve something but be completely unable to give that to you themselves. They’re fobbing it off for someone else to pick up.”

John felt that all-consuming love for you rise. How had he kept it inside for all this time? You had been his right hand for the last two years, being the assistant manager, secretary and everything in between that John couldn’t always manage to take care of. When you had announced the fact you had a boyfriend, the pain cut John deep. It felt as though it would be a pain he would carry forever. And over that time you had been with Stuart, the pain had never dulled, he had only learned to live with it.

“I’m not fobbing you off,” John said softly. “I’m telling you that you need a man who will love you, put you first, adore you. A man who will make you breakfast in the morning, constantly tell you how beautiful you are, give you gifts just because he wants to. Someone who can make you smile.”

The intensity of John’s words and his gaze made your heart beat quicker. Butterflies began flapping viciously in your stomach. It was that same feeling you had had every day since meeting him. John Thornton was a gentleman; he was everything that Stuart wasn’t. He was the man you wanted to be doing all those things he’d only just moments ago spoken of. But surely he would never be prepared to do that for you.

“I know you only mean well, John,” you said, turning to walk back into the pub.

John caught your hand. His gaze was burning into yours, and you couldn’t help but sigh. You whispered his name, tightening your grip on his hand. You were inches apart, and despite the cold around you, you felt hot. Anticipation raced up your spine, and you felt your cheeks burn.

“He can’t tell you he loves you,” John began. “But I can.”

You took a painful inhale, waiting for him to speak again.

John smiled. “I love you. It feels like I’ve loved you forever, and I won’t stop.”

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#North and South #Modern AU #North & South Modern AU #John Thornton #Modern John Thornton #John Thornton x Fem!Reader #Modern John Thornton x Fem!Reader #Richard Armitage

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onboardsorasora · 7 months

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Here's some feel good championship celebrations. Trying to get back into the swing of writing, I hope this is good lmao. Peripheral editing, so sorry for any mistakes.

Part 1 | Part 20

Part 21

Daniel grinned as he held his phone aloft, filming the singing crew below. From his vantage point halfway up the stairs he could see all the mechanics as they sang drunkenly along with Christian to Wonderwall. Who knew Genty knew how to play the guitar?!

Daniel was amazed, he’d never been with a team when they won a big championship before and being in the depth of the garage when Max crossed the finish line in Japan had been quite literally a surreal out of body experience.

He and Blake watched as Max was enveloped by his team, patting him on his helmet and back, lifting him high into the air. The drinking had started immediately, and now hours later, Daniel knew he was the only sober person in the building (stupid meds). But it was fine, he was more than happy to (unofficially) record the memories for the team. He swung his camera to the left to capture the moment when Max walked back into the room– the cheers that erupted were deafening. It felt as if he was at an Eagles game and they just scored the game winning goal, only condensed in this tiny room.

Max went pliantly into Christian’s hug, both men grinning squinty, crinkly, happy grins. Daniel knew that there wasn’t one braincell between them right now.

Max looked up and his face brightened when he recognised Daniel, he waved him down and everyone turned around to see who had Max’s attention. They all cheered again when they too saw the Aussie.

Aussie Aussie Aussie!!!

Oi Oi Oi!!

Daniel didn’t see who started the chant, but he did see Micheal gleefully screaming along. Blake motioned for him to go downstairs and he did, yelling out his own ‘kikiki ra!’ that Max returned.

“Hi” Daniel grinned once stood beside Max, a waitress came then with a new round of drinks and Max quickly grabbed the lone bottle of sparkling water and pressed it gently in Daniel’s left hand.

There was a toast to the team, and Daniel took his time uncapping his bottle. When the screams went up again he was ready with his own drink, drinking to the 6 time world champs.

“One down, one to go eh?!” Someone yelled and that started a chant of ‘one more time’ which had Max positively beaming.

Daniel kissed his boyfriend’s cheek but Max wasn’t having it– pulling him in close for a full blown wet kiss. If Daniel thought the cacophony before was loud, the noise now was thunderous.

Later, when Daniel was steadying Max as they walked to their room, he couldn’t help but stare fondly at his wasted boyfriend. He had stuck to gin and tonics the whole night, but Christian had left an open tab on the company card– and Max had conspiratorially told him that there was a championship budget with a lot of zeros.

No one else faired any better, Daniel had dropped off Blake and Micheal two floors down– it had been a wild ride trying to coax Max back into the elevator. He didn’t want to accept that they hadn’t reached their room yet. But they made it and Daniel felt he deserved a prize for shepherding an entire drunk team. Max fell face first into the bed– literally already asleep, and Daniel followed behind him after taking off their shoes.

Daniel woke up to the smell of breakfast and his stomach growled louder than any noise the team made last night. He distantly heard Max’s chuckle and felt lips pressed to his forehead. Max was fresh from the shower damp, his cheeks still rosy from the heat of the water. Daniel didn’t comment on the fact that he was wearing his sunglasses.

“Morning Love, Christian sent up breakfast and a card. His text said that you ‘did the lord’s work’ and he appreciates it.” Max yawned around some of his words, and his accent ate the others.

Daniel smiled indulgently, last night was fun and he was excited to do it again in Qatar– he should be off his meds by then so someone else will have to babysit.

#maxiel #max/daniel #tennis au #tennis player!dan #tennis!dan #my fics #fic rec

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daisybianca · 1 year

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CARLOS SAINZ INSTAGRAM AU

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#f1 #carlos sainz jr #f1 memes #lando norris #daniel ricciardo #f1 ferrari #f1 drivers #charles lecrelc #f1posting

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yourfellowhuman07 · 5 months

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Alliances of the Heart

A She-Ra: Princess of Power 2018 fanfiction

For centuries, the All Princess Ball has been a time for the nobility of Etheria to let loose. Flaunting their power, prestige, and fashion for all to see. The ball had always been politically neutral, but, as tension from the war rises, not everyone is so keen to forget what happens beyond the walls of Castle Chill.

Lord Hordak, along with Princess Scorpia and Force Captian Catra, have come to the party to make alliances and find out everything there is to know about their enemies. Careful to not arouse the suspicion of the Princess Alliance.

Princess Entrapta, being the scientist she is, decides to come to the party to decode the secrets of body language, despite getting the same data from every other party she has ever attended.

When the two rulers cross paths, their plans flip on their heads as the two grow closer. Now it is up to Catra and Scorpia to push the two together as Adora and Glimmer stick their noses where they do not belong.

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Sorry it's been a hot minute, but chapter eight is here!

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Chapter 8: Contemplation

Bow kept a firm grip on Glimmer’s forearm as he dragged her away from the prying eyes of the ballroom into an empty hall. Once the door closed, Bow released Glimmer and turned on his heels to face her.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a little harsher than he needed to.

“Nothing, Bow,” Glimmer assured, rubbing her thumb across her forearm.

“Glimmer,” Bow adjusted to a softer tone. “I’ve known you for years, so I can tell when something is bothering you.” He took her hands in his own. “What is it?”

Glimmer’s stomach churned as Bow waited for a response. How was she going to explain this to him? That she’s mad he went with someone else to the Princess Prom. In trying to rationalize her thoughts, she slowly realized how stupid she was being. What gives her the right to say who he hangs out with? If he doesn’t want to spend time with her, then he shouldn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry for being rude about you hanging out with other people besides me. You don’t have to spend time with me if you don’t want to.” “Glimmer, that’s not the point-” “I shouldn’t feel entitled to your company. I just assumed since we’ve been talking about it for so long we would go together, but I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“Glimmer!” Bow grabbed Glimmer by the shoulders, halting her spiral. “Just because I was Perfuma’s plus one doesn’t mean I didn’t want to hang out with you. I wanted all of us to hang out together.”

Glimmer had no response. She only stared at him.

“But, I should have explained that to you. I didn’t realize it meant so much to you. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Glimmer wrapped her arms around Bow’s midsection, squeezing him tight. Bow quickly returned the hug. The two stood there, probably longer than they needed to.

“Are you ready to go back to the party?” Bow asked, his voice a little over a whisper.

“Yeah, I guess so,” the two let go of one other. “We probably should go find Adora before she starts stalking Catra again.”

“Huh?” Bow looked at Glimmer confused, causing her to laugh.

“I have a lot to catch you up on.” The two made their way back to the party, their hands loosely holding each other.

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Entrapta blinked and rubbed her eyes through her tired haze. Reluctant to leave her soft bed. As she took a deep breath, she smelled something rich and smokey scent that made her head swirl.

This fully woke her up. She looked down to see Lord Hordak’s cape still wrapped around her body. She also noticed her gloves and boots were still on. She knew she was tired last night, but that tired.

With this revelation, memories from last night flooded her tired mind. How the warlord brought her away from the boring party, gave her his cape, talked with her for hours, and carried her through the icy cold. She also remembered how quickly she left him due to an amalgamation of flustered and tired. Even if he did walk her to her room, she doubted she could hold a conversation.

She begrudgingly rolled to the side of her bed, discarding her boots and gloves. She went to take off the cape, but she stopped herself. She didn’t want to take it off.

This prompted Entrapta to think. Really think. For the past three days, she has been fluttering around the strange feelings brewing in her mind. All of those thoughts had one common denominator: Lord Hordak.

It made sense he would occupy her mind, given the time she had spent with him. However, things were different. Her interactions with the warlord had a different tone compared to other interactions she had with people. It wasn’t like her newfound friendship with Catra and Scorpia or the relationship she had with her most trusted bots. This specific relationship with the warlord had more substance. She couldn’t quite comprehend it.

She might need more data. Yes, that’s what she needs! More data. Then she could draw a proper conclusion.

Now she just needs to occupy herself until the evening. She thought of what she could do as she fiddled with the seams of Hordak’s cape. Then it hit her.

She should return the cape.

It would be stupid to give it to him at the party. He would have to carry it around for the rest of the evening. She wouldn’t want him to do that. It’s only logical to return it now. No other reason, right?

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Entrapta walked on her hair down the icy halls of Castel Chill, slowly picking up speed with each step. The warlord’s cape was folded neatly in her lap, the perfect vessel for Entrapta’s fidgeting.

Then, the princess found his room, tucked into the back corner of the long corridor. The doors were large and white, bordered by an icy blue trim. Entrapta sat herself on the ground and raised her hand to the double doors. After a moment's hesitation, she gave a quick knock on the door, praying Hordak would answer.

Suddenly, the door flung open to Lord Hordak’s annoyed face. When he registered who stood in front of him, the hardness of his features melted away.

“Princess Entrapta, what do I owe the pleasure?” the warlord asked, slightly crouching down due to the doorframe lacking in height for a being of his size. Entrapta took a moment to examine the man in front of her. He wore a white button-up loosely tucked into black pants. His hair was down and he lacked his striking black eyeliner. Then, something shiny caught her eye. The first couple of buttons of Hordak’s shirt were undone, exposing metal plates flush with his skin. Entrapta raised herself on her hair to get a better look, but Hordak’s hands shot up to his collar, swiftly putting the buttons in the proper place. Entrapta scrunched her face in confusion until Hordak cleared his throat, calling her attention back to reality.

“Oh! Here,” She held up the black cape, “you should have this back.”

“Thank you, Princess Entrapta.” Hordak took the cape, his hand slightly brushing her own. “Perhaps tonight, if you wish to return to the garden, we could pick up your coat beforehand,” Hordak suggested, preventing a laugh from brushing his voice.

“Oh, my coat is missing.”

“Huh?”

“My coat is missing,” Entrapta repeated, sitting back on her hair chair.

“No, I heard you. I am just confused.”

“I gave it to the coat checks and they lost it.”

“I am sorry that occurred.”

“It’s fine,” she shrugged. “The castle is heated through magic anyway, so I’m fine.”

Except when we went to the garden, Hordak thought as guilt set into his skin.

“Well, I shall see you at the party tonight,” Hordak noted, not wanting to take up all of Entrapta’s time.

“You too.” She affirmed, “Maybe we can talk about those larger-scale robots you wanted to add to your forces.”

“Of course.” He assured, pushing down the urge to talk about the bots at that very moment. “See you this evening, Princess.”

“See you there.”

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Hordak closed his door as his ears turned, listening to the sound of Entrapta’s footsteps gradually fading away. He looked down at the cape in his hands, lightly rubbing his thumb over the smooth cloth. He unfolded the cloth to see it had been wrinkled. Hordak sighed as he draped the garment over a door. He unzipped a black suitcase and pulled out a hand-held steamer. As he went to attend to the wrinkled cloth he began to think.

Hordak was confused, and he didn’t like it. Why had he been so keen on spending time with Princess Entrapta? He had spent the past three days thinking about her and what they were going to talk about that evening. Traditionally, he couldn’t stand to make small talk with anyone, let alone speak with someone for hours on end.

Perhaps it was the fact she was a scientist like him. Yes, of course. It was their superior intellect that connected them. Never before had Hordak met someone on this planet who could truly understand what he was getting at. Someone who appreciated his ideas beyond how they could benefit the war. Someone who listened because they wanted to, not because they had to.

Another thing that weighed heavy on his mind was the fact that Entrapta didn’t have a coat. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much, but friends worry about each other, right? Still, he feels like he should do something. No, he will do something.

#spop #hordak #entrapta #entrapdak #she ra #hyperfixation #spop fanfic #fanfic #glimmer #bow #glimbow

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heart-of-the-party · 1 year

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i wrote some angsty azune/estinien stuff! it’s mostly word vomit but yeah, i was wondering how to touch upon this when i played EnW and had an idea today.

for some context:

azune’s parents are- viera father, au ra mother (Frir and Asa Viraum)

they were renowned alchemists from thavnair and spent most of their time in The Great Work, they were both killed in an explosion at a research facility (very cliche, yeah). they had a child out of societal expectations and as such did not deeply care for azune.she grew up quite independent and alone and does not have a strong attachment to her parents.

"Viraum? Are you perchance related to Frir and Asa Viraum?", Nidhana asked, her gleaming eyes indicating that she already knew the answer.

"Did the ears give it away?", Azune asked, a polite and practiced smile on her face. Beside her, the 3 scions stiffened slightly. Urianger made a move as if to speak but Nidhana began to gush almost instantly.

"I knew it! You look just like your father. I was but a young girl when your parents used to work here, I have met them a couple of times many years ago and your mother's encouraging words really inspired my journey into alchemy. Almost everyone here remember your parents fondly and keenly feel their loss, I cannot imagine-"

"Ooh, good for them, for I feel nothing for the kind of people who decided their work is more important than the child back home.", saying so, Azune whipped around and strode out of the room. Estinien immediately followed her out. Nidhana blinked, clearly surprised and at a loss for words.

Urianger and Thancred exchanged looks, for now it's best they leave Azune to Estinien. Not a lot of people knew about Azune's relationship with her long-gone parents and evidently Thavnair has been a constant reminder for her. Nidhana's well-meaning but callous words were the last straw.

"Sorry about that, perhaps we should refrain from mentioning the Viraums at all. Azune shares little else with them other than the same last name, so let's not probe further than that, yeah?" Thancred's voice was light but his words had a tone of finality to them. Nidhana only nodded, apparently unabashed.

"I'll make sure no one says anything about them to the Warrior of Light. Everyone has their circumstances. It was my mistake to have made assumptions about their relationship." She suddenly stood up and clapped her hands loudly.

"Now then, let's get to work!"

Thancred and Urianger smiled and nodded, eager to get started and leave the awkward situation behind.

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Azune walked a few paces ahead of Estinien. She knew he was behind her but she couldn't bring herself to stop and face him. She was afraid that she might end up lashing out at him. Right now all she felt was waves of anger in different tones- frustration, bitterness, sadness.

When they arrived at the cliffs of the Perfumed Rise, away from the bustle of The Great Work, Azune stopped. She heard Estinien stop too, he was close to her but far enough to give her space.

"I am sorry." she blurted out. In truth she was, she was the Warrior of Light, she shouldn't have been so overwhelmed by Nidhana's words. And she knew they were going to a place where her parents worked. Being viera as well as carrying the name of some of the most well-known alchemists in The Work was bound to lead to someone talking to her about them. She knew this and yet-

"Dont." he said, his voice soft but firm.

Tears welled up in Azune's eyes. Estinien is always so kind.

Realising that there's no way to stop her overflowing emotions, she broke down finally.

"I hate this! I hate what I am feeling right now. I thought I was over them but apparently not. I am so weak." she said, her voice quavering, making her even more frustrated. She barely shed any tears for her parents during their funeral, why was she being so affected now?

Estinien said nothing but moved close to her and tugged her hand, inviting her closer if she wanted it. She laid her head against his shoulder, tears soaking his shirt. Estinien held her close as she continued her rant.

"Why were they so nice and kind to everyone else but me? Everyone we meet remembers them fondly and I? I don't even have any worthwhile memories of them. I was alone the whole time. My mother said encouraging words to Nidhana, huh? Why couldn't she do the same to me when my first few spells failed? Oh right, because she wasn't home."

Azune's voice grew stronger and angrier as she went on. Estinien tightened his hold. He was angry too, on behalf of his lover. Coming from a caring and loving family, he was baffled that someone could leave their child alone like that. Azune deserved better. No amount of alchemical innovations her parents worked on was worth the loneliness of her childhood.

"Why have me if they didn't want to be actual parents? I don't know- I don't think- I.." she voice broke again and she cried harder, her arms clinging desperately around Estinien. His anger had already turned into concern as he ran his hand through her hair, hoping to soothe her heart in any way he could. He was never good with words, preferring to show his feelings through actions. And right now, all he could do was hold her till she calmed down. Just as he did before, after the events at The Vault.

Azune eventually calmed down enough and Estinien released her, his arms still hovering close to let her know he wasn't letting go if she needed more time. She stepped back a little and looked away sheepishly. "Thank you.." she said, her voice small and hoarse. "Sorry again. She was trying hard to avoid his eyes.

Estinien sighed. Both Azune and Alphinaud were annoyingly polite even to their closest friends. But it was also an endearing part of them and Estinien had begrudgingly learned to not argue back when they apologised or thanked him for the smallest of things.

Before he could say anything, his linkpearl beeped. Thancred's voice came in, unhurried and casual. Apparently they had mostly wrapped up the discussions with the alchemists and suggested Estinien take Azune out for the evening before returning to The Great Work for dinner and finalizing the plans for the next day.

"Azune." he called. She finally looked at him, a small smile on her face. Estinien felt his heart squeeze at that. He smiled back, as he took her in his arms again. A thought nagged at him. Haltingly he tried to give it form.

"Perhaps- perhaps your parents had you for the sole reason that we'd meet and share our lives together. I am sorry your journey to get here was... hmm, shitty. Forgive me, I am not good with words and... mmf"

Azune's lips were on his, insistent and hungry. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him down deeper into the kiss. Though surprised at first, Estinien kissed her back with the same intensity. When they parted, Azune nuzzled his nose.

"You know what, you're right. I am glad I met you, Estinien. You and everyone else. My real family."

What seemed like a lifetime ago, Estinien was ready to give up his life for Ishgard. It was his duty as the Azure Dragoon. Now, looking at the viera in his arms, Estinien was glad to be alive if only to be Azune's lance.

Both of them were broken when they found each other and together they had learnt to pick themselves up and live on for a better tomorrow. And now as they walked the coast of Thanvair, hand-in-hand, Estinien vowed to always be what Azune needed him to be.

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Walking towards the wizened dragon who was left with no will to live, Estinien remembered that evening in Thavnair. The feel of Azune against him and his renewed resolve. That was his last thought and his last wish. For her to see this through. Even if he were gone, she had to make it. She needed him to be a guide right now. And that's what he'd be. Putting his faith and love into the right words was a monumental task in itself but he did his best.

"Go, my friend." He smiled at her one last time before being engulfed by the cold darkness.

#it's not proofread or edited lol #please ignore the mistakes #or like #dont read at all lmao

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Roommates (Original Work) Ch 3.

The Favor (contains Omorashi)

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“That is so totally unfair!” August lays his head back into the plush cushion of the green common room sectional,

“You're right! It's totally not fair! You try being woken up three times a night by fourteen-year-old freshman who can't sleep and still wet the be-” Rowans eyes widen when August visibly tenses at his words. August tries not to look uncomfortable at the mention of anyone wetting the bed but clearly, that didn't work. “Sorry, What I mean is, It's fair to whoever would have been my roommate! Since I'm bunking alone, nobody else has to be bothered by my duties as an RA.”

“But you have your own room! You don't have to deal with a Max…” August brushes past the awkwardness, his need to complain about his last few night living with what he can only describe as a ‘caricature of an American bad boy’

“I have to deal with all thirty of my freshmen dealing with their own ‘Max’. Do you know how many physical fights I’ve had to break up already?” August shrugs, thinking about Rowan having to pull two Freshman off each other like two chihuahuas.

“If Max tried to actually fight me, I'd be a goner.” August thinks out loud. Max is taller than him by a good few inches. He definitely seems like he has more experience, just from the way he talks and acts and looks…

“Well yeah, he’s a whole year older than-” Rowan pauses picking at the bowl of half eaten popcorn in his lap, “Fuck, pretend I didn't just say that.” August immediately cannot pretend he did not just say that.

“Am I the only sophomore rooming with a junior? Why? Would that be a good enough reason to put in a roommate change request?” August immediately has his mind racing with possibility. The faint dream he had in his head of getting a roommate who was a gentle, queer, sciency guy who really liked plants and made their dorm room feel alive and wears little patterned socks with corduroy overalls, flutters in his stomach. The exact opposite of Max. His wardrobe is seemingly all black beside his school uniform. The room is decorated with monster cans and vape residue rather than carefully tended to greenery, and instead of waking up to sunlight, August has woken up to the RGB lights on Max's computer cycling randomly through what he calls ‘disco mode.’

“Max is a sophomore…He just was held back in seventh grade.” August mouth falls into a little oh shape, that makes sense for some reason. He doesn't seem like the type to actually care about school, Not that August really cares all that much, He finds it easy and studying relaxing. A good combo generally when it comes to academics.

“How do you know this? Does being an RA give you like…access to our files???” August asks, suddenly worried that Rowan knows about his water issue and the fact that he has been seeing a shrink since he was 10. Not that either of those things are less embarrassing then everything else he knows at this point, but he would like to keep some things private if possible.

“Oh god, no no no! I wish! I just went to the same middle school as him. He transferred into the class above me in the middle of his seventh year. Everyone thought he was so cool because we were poor public school kids and he was this bad boy private school guy. My friends all had a big crush on him until the next year when we ended up in the same class as him because he flunked or something…I don't really- Listen we have an understanding with each other, I don't tell anyone about that and he doesn't tell anyone that before last year I was a girl called Riley.” Rowan says the last part under his breath, even though They are the only two people in the common room at the moment.

“Is he really holding up his end of the bargain if he called you ‘manboobs’ to my face?” August frowns slightly, feeling like Rowan is getting the short end of the stick in this situation. Trusting someone like Max to keep a secret so big, that you're trans, is way different than a nice person like Rowan keeping the lid on the fact he did bad at multiplication in middle school…

“You probably won't get this but at the end of the day, in my eyes,at least he is calling me a man. I have been called way worse things by way worse guys” That doesn't make August feel any better,

“I-yeah, I don't get it because I'm not out to anyone really, except my Dad and that's only a recent thing…” August wants to help, but has no idea how. He isn't trans. He has never questioned his gender, He has never had a reason too. Of course he knows Trans people exist, but he has never known a trans person on a personal level before, and heard first hand what their struggles are.

“Wait? Really! That's great August! When did you tell him, how did it go???” August smiles slightly at Rowan’s sudden excitement. Seeing him smile after talking about Max for the past hours makes him realize how hyper focused on the whole roommate situation he has been, and that possibly Max isn't a great topic for Rowan.

- Beeeeeeep -

“Well,” August gets up at the sound of the washer finishing its last spin cycle, Rowan idly follows him into the laundry room, “My Mom and Dad just got divorced, or are getting divorced and when my dad found out that my mom…Cheated, He sat me down and was telling me all about how when I get married, and find a wife, or when I get my first girlfriend, going on and on about How I should not let what my mom did affect how I see my relationships with women…So” August pauses to start the loud dryer he just shoved his sheets into, this time having washed them first, thankfully.

“I just nonchalauntly corrected him when he brought up my future wife, by saying ‘or husband.” August smiles recalling the interaction, how his dad mirrored his words ‘or husband’ to which August replied, "definitely husband.”

“And that was it? He took it well?” Rowan asks, smiling wide

“I mean, We didn't talk about it at all after…but he didn't get mad so, yeah I'd say he took it well. What about you? Are your parents cool with…?” August asks, keeping his question vague seeing a group of guys walk past the laundry room door.

“Wanna go to my room? I don't think anyone is gonna actually steal your stuff, for the record.” August nods, admittedly, he has been curious about what Rowan's room actually looks like, being a single and all.

* * * Rowan’s room isn't that different from August's room except for two things. The first being everything is more open and spacious. The bed isn't lofted, instead being at a normal height and the tall wardrobe is replaced with a long dresser with a mirror hanging above it.

The second difference August immediately noticed in the inconspicuous door on the far left of the room that's slightly ajar revealing a private en-suite bathroom.

“You have your own bathroom? What about the one the teachers let you use?” August looks at Rowan, who is leaning down and pulling out two bottles of water from their red retro looking mini fridge.

“That was last year, when I wasn't an RA…why do you think I even applied to be an RA in the first place.” Rowan quirks an eyebrow up with a smirk. August takes the water bottle from him and takes a seat in Rowan’s desk chair adorned with a fluffy blanket.

“You asked me about my parents…” Rowan gets the topic back on track. August set his attention back to Rowan and not how incredibly jealous he is about the room situation. “I don't like anyone knowing that I'm the way that I am…but of course they had to know because they are my parents. It's just-” Rowan hesitates, August feels like what he is trying to say is difficult, so he lets him take his time.

“You don't have to tell me if it's hard to talk about…I know these things can be tough.” August offers him an out,

“That's the thing. My parents were so supportive! They were perfect! I-I don't want to sound ungrateful because I know how privileged I am but my mom specifically made me being trans my everything…Every holiday, some gift is white, pink and blue. Every time she tells me she loves me she has to specify that I'm ‘so brave for doing this.’ That's half the reason I begged to go to boarding school, I just-”

“Wanted to be a guy, not a trans guy?” August caught onto what Rowan is saying, relating to it in a way. “I've felt that. Back home, I had some guy friends, We weren't like close, they didnt know Im gay obviously, but I always felt like they were the guys, so close with each other and I would always just be ‘the gay guy’ even if I didn't tell them, It was obvious i'm different and was treated as such even in small ways…” August doesnt know why he feels comfortable telling all of this to Rowan, but He does, so he is going with it. Anxiety be damned, opening up like this feels better than any of his therapists have ever made him feel.

“You get it. Fuck. You know, I don't feel like that with you. I don't feel like you're other-ing me.” August smiles at that. He honestly was worried he had been acting a bit weird, not fully because of the trans thing, but a little bit, mostly because of his own embarrassment. “I guess I'm glad your parents got divorced.” Rowan jokes, earning a punch in the arm from August. “It's lonely being here…or I guess, it's been lonely, maybe now it won't be.”

August mirrors the sentiment. The first few hours in his dorm alone with Max after the first day was jarring. The things he would say to whoever he was playing his online games with certainly didn't make August feel welcome And he could only hear half the conversation, He could only imagine what else was being said about ‘fags and trannys’ on the other end. Regret seeped deep into his bones regarding the decision to up and leave his Dad and come here. Not to mention waking up the next morning with wet sheets, having to deal with his mess alone with nobody to tell him they would handle it and to go take a bath, like his mom used to, Feeling for the first time since he found out what she did, the need to just have her by his side, was rough.

Today though, he had Rowan who happened to stumble upon him in the laundry room, on the brink of tears because he forgot his student card that he had just loaded with money, the last of his pocket money his dad sent him for the month, in his room. Not the end of the world, but it was just building and building. Rowan offered to pay for it and for him to go shower while everyone was still asleep, without asking any questions or giving any signs of judgment. They sat and watched a movie on mute as the sun came up waiting for the laundry to finish, picking on a bowl of popcorn somebody left in the lounge last night.

“I gotta get back before Max wakes up, I don't want to have to explain why I was doing laundry in the middle of the night.” August jumps off the bed, not really wanting to leave the safe feeling of this room.

“Do you…? have an explanation, I mean? I-I don't want to pry like it's totally none of my business but if you're sick I can help you see the nurse.”

“It's not usually this bad!…I'm just stressed. It's an anxiety thing.” August says honestly. Because it usually isn't every single night, just once or twice a week. Usually. Sometimes…if he is lucky.

“Good ole’ mental health, Anxiety, gotta love her.” Rowan says, lightening the moon. August smiles and leaves, gathering his sheets and making sure the coast is clear before darting up the stairs as quickly as possible. He can now skip two stairs if he concertrains on not falling, greatly improving his travel time.

His dorm is just as quiet and peaceful as when he left it. The one redeeming quality of Max is that he is a very sound sleeper. August manages to make his bed without Max even stirring. He jumps back into bed with no intention of falling back asleep. The quiet of the room is interrupted not even a few minutes later by a harsh vibration against the wooden desk across the room.

August watches threw half open lids Max jumping from his bed and grabbing his phone, still pretending to be asleep.

“Yo-” Max's voice sounds different, deeper and laced with concern, “no. Fuck! I thought-” August is startled by the sudden yelling, He sits up and pretends to rub his eyes, making eye contact with Max instantly. “Just stay there! Don’t move. I have a plan.” Max hangs up the phone and immediately starts rummaging through his wardrobe, shedding his Pajamas without a care in the world that another person is in the room, August looks away out of respect anyways.

“I'm calling in that favor…” Max says sliding a backpack over his left shoulder, slipping his shoes on as he speaks. “I'll explain when I'm back but you just have to go with it.” August just nods, not wanting to protest considering a. Max seems pissed and b. He does owe him for saving his ass on his first day here. Max makes his leave quickly and August is left to worry the entire morning what exactly Max is going to have him do.

* * *

It’s dark by the time Max reappears in the dorm. August had given up waiting for him and spent his day organizing his things and finally calling his dad to tell him all about how wonderful boarding school is. The lingering thought of what he was gonna have to do for Max hung over his head all day. His imagination running wild. Thought of becoming a drug mule, causing his family even more shame then his mother has when he inevitably gets caught or worse, Having to fight someone for him. He would lose instantly. He would only hope he would come out of it alive thanks to modern medicine.

So when Max walks in the door with a second backpack on his shoulder, and a short, brown haired kid holding onto his arm. August was more than a little confused.

“Go. but be quiet and don't touch anything on my friend's side.” Friend? August quirks an eyebrow at Max who motions for him to come over. “You can use my computer but don't message any of my friends.” Max says before pushing August out the door and gently closing it behind them.

“Who is that?” August asks, seriously wondering if the kid is young enough to in fact be Max’s but deciding the math just doesn't add up, even knowing he is a year older.

“What does it look like, Its my fucking little brother.” Max sounds angry, But August can see the dark circles under his eyes and smells something strange on this breath, something he recognizes-

“Are you drunk?” He asks, pulling Max closer and smelling, And yes, He reeks of booze.

“Dont fucking smell me! What the fuck! And yes but- Fuck! Just Shut up and don't ask questions. You have to let him stay here.” For being drunk, Max seems to have a grasp on what he wants, August sighs,

“Why, What happened? Why are you drunk?” August is more than a little concerned. This is not what he signed up for, nor what he expected.

“Wait till the kid falls asleep, then we can talk- He needs food.” Max shoves his hands into his pocket and pulls out a wad of crumpled up dollar bills, shoving them into August's hands.

“Go to the vending machine. It's outside by the teachers' dorms and you can get whatever would be a good dinner for a thirteen-year-old boy.” August stairs down at his hands, then at his shoeless feet. Max must notice because he quickly shoves off his sneakers before returning to the room, August hears a click of the lock.

He slides on Max’s shoes cringing at how warm and sweaty they are on his sockless feet. He makes quick work at getting to the vending machine. Of course once he gets there he realizes it only takes student cards. Luckily after this morning, he is trying to make a habit of always having it on his person. He picks out some mini pretzels and cranberry juice. It was either that or Mini Oreos and a Diet Coke and that didn't seem like all the healthy of a dinner. He hides them in his pockets and stealthily makes his way back into the dorms.

He tries the handle and of course, it's locked. He knocks gently and hears nothing behind the door. He instantly worries that this was some sort of prank and Max just wanted to lock him out so his Brother would have his bed for the night, instantly he panics at that thought, because his brother might notice his special sheet. His worry is dampened when he door clicks open, and a small head peeks out the door.

“You’re Max's friend.” The tired voice says,

“I am, Can I come back inside? I'm not supposed to be out here.” The door swings open and moments later and August walks in, kicking the foul sneaks off into Max’s side of the room, just missing a bundled up pile of blankets and his stuffed shark on the ground.

“Is that your bed?” August asks, taking the food out from his pocket and handing it to the kid, who instantly lights up and grabs at the bag of pretzels.

“Yeah, I think this is yours, Max said you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him for the night.” August smiles at the boy holding the shark in his arms as he takes a large handful of the snack, August realizes the kid is small, for being thirteen. He would have thought he was seven or eight at most. August realizes he needs to know more and since Max, who he has since realized is passed out from the snoring filling the room, might not get a chance to talk to him without his older brother interfering.

“What's your name?” August asks quietly,

“Gray.” The kid answers casually, August is grateful Max did not swear him to secrecy as to not reveal anything to anyone, August sits down on the floor next to him.

“Gray, Can I ask why you are sleeping on our floor?” August asks, holding his tongue as the kid looks up, clearly deep in thought.

“Father was up all night again, so this morning he started early.” Gray says yawning into his drink,

“Started what, Work?” August asks, ignoring the weird feeling he gets from Gray addressing his dad as ‘father’. Gray nods his head,

“Drinking.” Augusts stomach drops slightly, thinking the dad must have a drinking problem, even though he shouldn't, his worry turn to the drunk roomates sleeping in his bed,

“And your brother…does he often drink like your father…?” August asks, but feel slightly guilty using this tired, clearly starving kid for this kind of information.

“No!” Gray suddenly yells, August lunges forward and puts his finger to his lips, pointing at Max, “Max doesn't drink! He hates alcohol, says it tastes like butthole. H-He had to drink with Father today, just this once. Father drinks more in company then goes to sleep, that's when he was able to sneak me out.” Gray says, August feels like more of the pieces have clicked into place.

“Why did you need to sneak out of the house?” August asks,

“Mom has been away for weeks at a conference in Europe, and Father doesn't like to cook or clean or help me with my homework when mom isn't here, so I called Max and he said I could stay here until mom gets back.” Gray says, crumpling up the empty back of pretzels and putting his hand out. August accepted the garbage and got up from the floor, throwing it into the garbage and getting into bed. * * *

“Hey, Pssst! Hey” August was awakened by the feeling of something pointy repeatedly jabbing into his back, “Psssst.” He rolled over at the persistent noise, to find himself face to face with a shaggy mop of brown hair.

“Gray?” August groaned, remembering the child that fell asleep on his floor, looking over at the windows behind his bed, it's still dark outside. “What's up?” August asks, sitting up from bed.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” Gray said, in a whisper, August rubbed his eyes and looked around the room, Max was still sleeping face down in his bed, snoring.

“Did you try to ask your brother?” August asks, sleepy,

“Yes, but he won't get up, he is really tired.” August takes a moment for his brain to wake up, remembering Max’s toxic stench last night, he suspects he is even heavier of a sleeper because of the alcohol. August gives in, realizing Max isn't gonna be of any help, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, When he realizes, his pants are dry. Suddenly he is wade awake, patting the sheets as he scoots forward. He confidently jumps off of the lofted bed, feeling relieved, except, the hard wood floors sending a cold sensation up his body forces him to cross his legs.

“Are you okay?” Gray asks, already standing by the door with a pair of Max's slides slipped onto his small feet.

“Uh huh,” August says quietly, waiting for the sudden intense desperation to fade. He didn't wake up in wet sheets, because he hasn't pissed himself, yet…but he was close to doing it now. August looks to Gray, who was shifting slightly where he was sitting and decided he needed to pull himself together and get them both to the bathroom.

“Let's go, and remember to be quiet, everyones sleeping.” August said, pulling his thighs as far apart as needed to walk. Forgoing shoes all together because bending down to grab his slippers from his wardrobe would not end well with the current state of his bladder.

Thankfully, their hallways are empty. August can't imagine its past four in the morning. August can't imagine anything except for walking up to the urinal, pulling himself out just above his sweatpants and releasing the nights worth of pee that was once destined to be in his sheets. How amazing it will feel to have his pee go where it belongs, the warm liquid running down his leg- August brain lost if though is suddenly jolted to his current predicament, from a warm drop of pee running down the inside of his sweatpants as his foot took its first step down the stairs.

Immediately, August stopped. Throwing both his hands between his legs, letting out a painful whine, practically feeling his pee go back up inside of him. He would have let go completely if he didn't snap back to reality.

“Do you have to go pee?” August turns his head to see Gray standing behind him on the stairs with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, I guess I do.” August could almost laugh if he didnt think it would cause him to lose the battle. A battle he is determined to not lose in front of his scary roommate's younger brother.

“Come on, let's hurry then. It's not good to wait till the last second. Father always yelled at me and Max for doing that when we were little.” August doesnt have time to react before Gray is grabbing his arm at the elbow, forcing him to keep walking down the many flights of stairs.

August is grateful while cleaning earlier he decided to put on his darkest pair of gray sweatpants because by the time he reaches the bottom of the stairs going at Gray's pace, a wet patch the size of a grapefruit is under his hands, but it's not that noticeable. August takes over leading the way, making the fastest turn of his life and walking his way down to the bathroom, hunched over, just trying to make the final stretch.

August goes in and Gray turns right, towards where the showers are. August wants to just ignore him, run to the urinals and then help the kid find his way, but he decides against it,

“Gray! The stalls are over here.” August yells, and waits a few seconds. Gray comes running back,

“Oops,” He says, walking fastly past August and going into the first stall that comes into view. August thanks every god imaginable he chose a stall and not the urinal. The door at least will create some sense of privacy.

August walks up to the urinal and relives his earlier fantasy, pulling himself out, although it's not exactly the same considering everything down there is a lot wetter than he was imagining it. He waits a few seconds and nothing happens. He can hear the sound of Gray fussing about with something in the stall and he can feel his body wanting to lock up, but he pushes down on all his muscles. He was about to piss his pants walking here and now his body won't go? He won't allow it.

“Please?” August begs under his breath, a small trickle erupts into the urinal, but it doesn't continue. “Come on.” August says to himself, a little louder.

“I'm almost done, sorry…” He hears Gray yell from the stall, immediately, he feels a sharp pain in his stomach, A cramp, his body is fully locked up.

“It's okay, I mean, Take your time.” August yells back, pulling himself away from the Urinal and turning around. The sight of it makes his insides feel like they are twisting. He shoves his hands back between his legs, tears coming to his eyes. It's painful. He almost just wishes he could lay in bed and fall asleep, if it meant he could pee.

To make matters worse he feels ridiculous. He can't pee because a single person is in the bathroom? That single person being a kid who isn't even paying attention to him? He wants to scream but he doesn't, seeing as a toilet flushing filled his ears, followed by Gray, emerging from the stall, adjusting his basketball shorts. He turns on the water to wash his hands and August has to bend forward again, to keep it all inside, He knows he is losing time, but he can't go here, his body has made up its mind and it would take way too long to take a shower and try to make his body go from the water. August realizes he has one choice but he doesn't like it.

“Why do you look like you still need to pee?” Gray asks, August didn't even realize the water had shut off,

“I-uh, Can you stay here, I need to go get something in the common room. Don't move. I'll come back and we can-'' August cant even finish his sentence, He is bolting out the bathroom door. He feels himself leak the second he is out of there, his anxious brain already feeling safer outside of the deemed unsafe to pee room that you're supposed to pee in. Within seconds he finds himself in front of Rowans door, frantically knocking and dancing where he stands.

“Hello, what's the problem?” Rowan says sleepy, August cant even feel bad for waking him up,

“Please!” August says through his teeth,

“August?” Roman finally opens his eyes slightly, “What's wrong? Did you forget your student card again?”

“No, I-Can I use your, ah, Im- Oh-” August cant even speak. He can only dance, with both his hands between his legs,

“Oh my god, Yes, wait!? Is there something wrong with the main bathroom? Oh god, it didn't flood again did it?” Rowan looks out past August down the hallway, blocking his way into the room.

“Rowannnn!” August groans, feeling a large, uncontrollable jet of piss slip past his iron tight grip. “Oh- I'm peeing!” August screeches, pushing past Rowan, It's not stopping, He can feel it running down his legs, He feels it on his feet, knowing its leaving a train behind him as he finally makes it into the bathroom. He doesn't see a urinal, but a toilet with the seat down. Not having time to put it up, not trusting his ability to aim when he has to go so badly, He rushes over, pulls down his pants and slams himself down on the toilet.

“Fuck.” He feels tears fall from his eyes as his body fully unlocks, warm piss pooling around his ass- “Oh no, no no no.” August looks down to reveal his blue and green plaid boxers, still on as he is viciously peeing through them.

“Uh, Everything okay in there?” August looks up to see Rowan, standing at the open door with his hand over his eyes. Still peeing, knowing the mess he made outside, leading all the way to the toilet, there is no hiding this one.

“No. uh ... I might need your help, give me a second though.” August cringes as he says it, feeling like a little kid who didn't make it to the potty on time. He slowly lets his body empty at its own pace, not watching to risk using any of his muscles down there to speed things up, in case they get the wrong signal again and lock up. When he finally finishes he stands up and awkwards pulls his sweatpants off of his feet, feeling how wet they are. “You can come in.” August says quietly, the slow creak of the door hinges follows.

“What happened?” Rowan says, walready grabbing a hand towel from the rack by the sink and throwing it onto the ground, dragging it with his feet to sop up the pale yellow trail of piss on the tiles leading up to August.

“It's a long story.” August says, not wanting to look Rowan in the eyes.

“Does it start with why there is a small child sitting on my bed?” Rowan asks, and August immediately looks at him, Eyes wide, all embarrassment temporarily forgotten.

“I-He, its- I can explain!” August says, His life flashing before his eyes. How Max is going to kill him for getting his stowaway caught.

“You can explain after you get changed, You can borrow some of my sweatpants, do you need boxers too?” August looks down, then back at Rowan,

“I'll go commando, but uh, a laundry bin for my..” August points to his lower half. Rowan nods and disappears into his bedroom before reappearing with a pair of black sweat pants and a plastic hamper.

“Take you time. I'll take care of the kid.” Rowan says, closing the door. August breaks the second he is alone. Thinking how this was far worse than being caught with wet sheets...

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The Biggest Scoop - Jack x Carly One-shot

Description: Carly has no memories of her time as a Dark Signer. In her search to find some answers, she is directed toward Jack, who seemingly wants nothing to do with her.

(Sub continuity, aggressively ignores everything post-Dark Signers arc, has exactly one swear in it. Vaguely canon non-compliant in parts, because Carly instantly getting her job back after having it on the line for so long makes no sense to me.)

Carly knew from the moment she woke up that something wasn’t right. She’d just been thrown out a window, knowing throughout the entirety of her long fall that she was experiencing her final moments before one impact would end it all for her. Dying useless and alone, after foolishly trying to be useful to Jack. When she finally did hit the ground, everything went dark, though it only felt like a moment when suddenly she was surrounded by a chorus of voices. She blinked open her eyes. Her glasses were still on, though they were completely broken in places and Carly knew she’d have to replace them.

Through those broken lenses, however, she’d seen many people she didn’t recognise. They were all telling her how good it was to have her back, so Carly naturally assumed she’d been dead, but how was she back? Then they started talking about these “Dark Signers” she’s never heard of. Carly figured out a Dark Signer was someone who came back to life and tried to open the gates of the Underworld and that she’d been one of them but that was all any of them could tell her. No specifics of what she’d done or why she’d tried to help destroy the world.

It stressed her out. Part of Carly’s life had completely disappeared from her memory, and it was seemingly a part of her life where she’d hurt many and tried to destroy the world. How could she not remember this?! Would anyone else remember more specific details of her time as a Dark Signer? Jack instantly came to mind. However, right as she’d gone to ask him, she discovered that Jack, along with his friends Yusei and Crow, had taken off to who knows where with no indication of when they’d be back. Carly was now internally screaming. Here she was, no job, no car, no knowledge of how she was alive or the horrible things she’d done after her supposed death. Did not remembering these horrible acts she’d committed make her an even more horrible person?! Why didn’t anyone else seem to know what she’d done?

For the time being, Carly had to push away those relentless thoughts and try to get her life back on track. She didn’t have a job or an apartment anymore. She couldn’t afford the rent anymore and she’d been fired from her job quite a while ago, even before her death. A week passed as Carly looked for some sort of job that could support her, though not many people seemed to be interested in hiring a fired news reporter who’d been a Dark Signer.

Now Carly was just coming out of a job interview, one she prayed had been successful. She honestly wasn’t sure. The interviewers she’d seen in her time never showed any emotion, just asked their eternally hard-to-answer questions like they were reading them off cue cards. Why was answering questions about herself so stressful? Carly wondered.

As she walked, Yusei, Jack, and Crow raced into the city on their D-Wheels, having just returned from their trip to Satellite, which mainly consisted of hugging Martha and telling everyone about the new bridge. It was just the uneventful excursion they needed after the hell they’d all just been through.

Carly was alerted to their presence by the roaring of their motors. She looked up. Three D-Wheels soared down the street, racing too fast for Carly to make out any details. However, she instantly knew who they were.

“Jack! Yusei! Crow!” Carly called out their names as she began to give chase.

Jack heard her almost instantly. Even with the loud roaring of his and his friends’ motors beside him, Carly’s voice stuck out to him, jabbing him right in the heart. Turning a sharp corner, Jack picked up speed as he raced down the street.

“Jack! Jack!” Carly called out desperately, “Please?! Yusei! Crow!”

Yusei and Crow braked at the foot of the hill.

“Did you hear someone saying our names?” Crow asked, taking off his helmet.

Yusei dipped his head. “Carly.” He turned to the girl, who’d stopped far up the hill to catch her breath.

Noticing they’d finally stopped, Carly started dashing toward them. Her heart sank when she noticed whose D-Wheel was missing.

“Hey! Crow! Yusei!” Carly exclaimed when she reached them.

“Huh?” Crow tilted his head to the side. “Oh hey…” He didn’t quite recognise Carly until she spoke again.

“Do you guys know anything about… when I was a dark signer?” Carly looked away, wrapping her arms around herself as she shivered. “I… can’t remember anything that happened and it’s driving me crazy. Did… did I hurt anyone?”

Yusei and Crow fell silent for a few heartbeats, not knowing how to answer.

“We’re not really sure.” Yusei broke the silence, his tone grave.

“How can you not know?!” Carly snapped. Yusei and Crow both flinched in surprise. “Sorry, it’s just… you were the ones who duelled the dark signers.”

“We didn’t duel you,” Crow informed.

“Huh?”

“We each had one duel against a dark signer,” Yusei explained, “Jack was the one who duelled you.”

Crow nodded. “Yeah, if anyone knows more details about your… dark signer-ness it’s him.”

Carly let out a sigh. “And Jack took off.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t stop when he heard you,” Crow admitted, trying to stop himself from smirking. “The guy talks about you so much it drives me a little crazy.”

Carly’s heart lit up. “Jack talks about me?”

Carly wondered if Crow was telling the truth or if he was just saying that to make her happy.

“Yeah, he’ll come around, don’t you worry.” Crow put his helmet on, getting back on his D-Wheel. “We’ll tell him you asked about him.”

Yusei mirrored the movement, smiling and nodding to Carly.

Carly smiled a bit. “Okay, thank you.”

Yusei and Crow revved up their engines, racing down the street Jack had gone down in an attempt to find him. Carly walked in the opposite direction, letting out a sigh. Finding Jack seemed like a hopeless endeavour. For all Carly knew, Jack was probably halfway across Neo Domino City by now.

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Jack didn’t really know where he was going, just that he had to be as far away from Carly as possible. It made his heart ache. However, Jack knew he couldn't face her, not after what happened. The pain was too fresh and Carly didn��t remember anything that happened when she was a Dark Signer. Jack couldn’t bring himself to tell her, let alone relive those memories himself. If Carly remembered what she did, and by extension what Jack did, it would do nothing but hurt her. He couldn’t bear hurting her again.

*Will I have to avoid her like this forever?* The thought made Jack wince, his D-Wheel swerving side to side. He barely regained control of it before hitting a fire hydrant. Taking a deep breath, Jack steadied himself and continued down the road. If never seeing Carly again would mean he would never hurt her again, maybe that was something he should at least consider…

It was way past dark by the time Jack returned home. Due to rent in the city being the most absurdly expensive thing ever and none of them having real jobs yet, Jack, Yusei, and Crow ended up pooling their resources to rent a place for the three of them. Aki also stayed there, at her and Yusei’s request. Crow insisted he knew the real reason behind this; Jack didn’t personally care.

Jack pushed the door open. His three roommates were sitting at their table each silently eating bowls of ramen. Jack followed suit and grabbed some of the remaining ramen, sitting at the end of the table away from his roommates.

“Hey, Jack…” Crow was grinning dangerously. “We saw that Carly girl after you left us in the dust. She was asking about you.”

Jack bit his lip. “Asking what exactly?” he asked, not looking up from his food.

“Oh, just about where you were. If you guys could talk sometime. Over lunch. On a date. She has a huge crush on you.”

Yusei’s eyes narrowed. “She did not say all that.”

“Oh, come on. You know it’s true. Did you see that look in her eyes when she was talking about Jack? It’s so obvious. And you’ve said some pretty telling things yourself, Jack… like during our duel with Godwin.” Crow smirked a bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jack growled, his eyes narrowed.

“Seriously?” Crow raised an eyebrow. “You don’t remember saying that the love of a woman taught you a valuable lesson?” Crow’s tone was dramatic as he swooned exaggeratedly.

Jack glared at him. “No, I don’t.”

“I do,” Yusei smirked a bit as he cut in.

Jack glared at him as well, his fists clenching as he growled.

Crow giggled into his hand. “Don’t pretend you don’t remember, Jack. Carly’s the one with amnesia, not you.” He rested his hand on his chin. “Say, why does she have that amnesia anyways? None of the other Dark Signers had any trouble remembering their actions as Dark Signers… Did they?”

Yusei shook his head. “Kiryu and Misty remembered perfectly fine.”

“Trauma perhaps?” Aki finally spoke up, having been too distant from the topic of conversation beforehand to offer much input. “Sometimes people who go through traumatic experiences repress the memories to protect themselves…”

Jack had to force himself not to wince. That couldn’t be the case for Carly, right? How could she have forgotten it all so quickly if that was the case? Surely she just didn’t remember it because for most of it she was being controlled by some force that wasn’t herself. But then… how would she not remember the moments where she was herself?

“Maybe…” Crow’s voice was hardly more than a mutter, clearly overwhelmed by Aki’s words.

Meanwhile, Yusei just stared at Aki in concern. He leaned toward her ear. “Is… that what you did?”

Aki nodded. Yusei rested his hand on hers. Suddenly not hungry, Jack stood up and walked back toward the garage.

“Where you going, Jack?” Crow asked.

“Out,” Jack grunted, slamming the door behind him.

He instantly got back on his D-Wheel, not even wanting to risk one of the others trying to follow him. Again, Jack had no idea where he was going. He knew he’d have to return to the house eventually but he prayed that when he did, the others would be asleep or at least in their rooms so they wouldn’t bother him. Besides, he needed time to clear his head.

The temperature had dropped significantly since the sunset, making it hard not to shiver. The road was lined with lamp posts, each with a bench beside them. It was completely quiet and motionless. Everyone seemed to be inside their houses, some of which had the lights on inside, adding to the light pollution the city as a whole gave off, while others were completely pitch black. Up ahead, Jack noticed a figure laying on one of the benches, seemingly shivering. He was going to pass right by when out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a stream of black hair. Jack slammed on the breaks. He glanced over at the bench, his eyes going wide.

“Carly…?” The name escaped Jack’s lips before he could think about it.

Carly blinked her eyes open. A huge figure was looming over her, on what looked to be a motorcycle.

“J-Jack?” She jerked backwards, straightening up and gasping when she fully processed the situation. “W-what are you…?”

“Why are you sleeping on a bench?” Jack asked, his eyes narrowed.

Carly looked away. She was struggling not to shiver as the cold air chilled her to the bone. “I uh… kinda don’t have an apartment right now.”

“What?!” Jack was outraged, more with himself than Carly. How could he have let this happen?!

“I… couldn’t afford anything. I’m still looking for a new job after…” Carly leaned further into the bench, pulling her legs into her chest. “You know…”

Jack froze. He couldn’t bring himself to leave Carly like this, sleeping on the streets like this was downright dangerous. His fear of hurting Carly seemed infinitesimal compared to this.

“You let me stay at your place when I had nowhere to go… I should repay that debt.”

Carly’s face reddened. “Wha- you-you’re gonna let me stay at your place?”

“If you’re okay with having four roommates.”

Four? Carly wasn’t too surprised Jack was living with Yusei and Crow now, but who was the fourth person?

“Y-yeah… that’s fine…” she replied.

An awkward silence followed. Jack gestured to her with a tilt of his head.

Carly let out a shriek. “W-wait, we’re riding that thing?!”

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “It’s called a D-Wheel. And how else do you expect us to get there?”

“Gah da- bah u-u-um I-I…” Carly stuttered out of control, unable to form a coherent thought in her head.

“Hurry up,” Jack growled, impatiently tapping his foot.

“Gah! Okay!”

Carly threw herself off the bench, freezing in front of the D-Wheel. She gazed at it for a moment. Was Jack really expecting her to get super close to him? To HOLD him?! Taking a deep breath, Carly put one leg over the seat and wrapped her arms around Jack’s waist.

Jack’s face reddened. He hadn’t anticipated how… overwhelming it would be to have Carly holding him like this. However, there was no going back now. Jack started up the motorcycle again, racing down the road. Carly gripped him even tighter. Jack’s face reddened even more, making it hard to focus on the path ahead.

Carly meanwhile began easing into this touch. She’d been laying on that bench for hours, unable to get comfortable and shivering from the dropping temperature. This was the first time she’d felt warm in a long time.

It took Jack only about five minutes to get them to his place. He parked it in the garage. Then waited for Carly to let go of him. Waited. Waited.

“Ahem.” Jack cleared his throat.

“Oh!” Carly opened her eyes, hopping off the D-Wheel. “S-sorry!” She forced a smile.

Jack brushed past her, opening the door to the house. Carly awkwardly followed him. Inside, Yusei, Crow, and Aki were all sitting on the couch, gazing at the TV.

“Carly!” Crow exclaimed, taken aback for a moment as he stood up off the couch. Then he smirked. “Dang Jack, you really listened to my advice. I’m surprised.” He nudged his friend’s shoulder as he walked up to him.

“Huh?” Carly blurted out, completely baffled. What exactly was Crow referring to?

Jack clenched his jaw. “She just needs a place to stay for a while,” he muttered, walking away and shutting himself in his room.

“Ugh, what’s that guy’s problem? Well, whatever. So Carly, I never formally introduced myself. I’m Crow Hogan.” Crow held his hand out, offering a handshake.

“Hi, Crow.” Carly accepted the handshake with a smile. She gazed at the others: Yusei, who she’d met once, and a woman with dark pink hair she’d never seen before. “And uh… what’s your name?” Carly asked, turning to her. “I’ve never met you.”

“Aki. Aki Izayoi.” Aki figured she should be as welcoming as Crow had been and thus offered a handshake as well. She instantly felt awkward.

“Hi, Aki.” Carly accepted the handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

Aki smiled a bit. Carly briefly wondered if Crow or Yusei were dating Aki.

“So um…” Crow looked around the room, shooting glances at the couch, kitchen, and hallway to their bedrooms. “I guess the couch is available for you, Carly. Unless…” Crow smirked a bit. “Jack was okay with you sleeping with him?”

“Uh…?!” Carly stiffened, her face going red. “I would guess that’s a no.”

“You ever tried asking?” Crow asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’d rather not.” Carly shuffled onto the couch, smiling at how soft it was. Though really anything was soft compared to the cold hard ground. “The couch is fine, thank you.”

Letting out a yawn, Carly laid down, her head rested on the side cushion of the couch.

“Going to sleep already?” Crow asked, tilting his head to the side.

“It is quite late…” Aki commented, letting out a yawn.

Yusei started walking away. “I agree. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight everybody!” Crow called, still full of energy as he ran off to his room.

Aki and Yusei followed more slowly down the hall Carly glanced up. Right as she did, she noticed Yusei and Aki entering the same bedroom.

Carly nodded. *Ah, so she’s dating Yusei then.* She laid back down with a sigh. The sight of a seemingly happy couple reminded Carly that she’d never confessed her feelings to Jack… let alone figured out if he felt the same way. Or maybe she had and couldn’t remember it…

Carly chuckled dryly at the idea. Why would she have confessed to Jack when she was trying to destroy the world? That was just ridiculous. Then again, anything was possible… Carly’s heart ached. There was so much that could’ve happened in the time that had disappeared from her memory and no one could give her any answers. No one besides… Jack. Carly sat up. Jack was just nearby, in that first room down the hall.

Carly shuffled toward the door. She felt bad waking him up but now might be the best time she could get to talk to Jack one on one. It was at least worth a try. Her heart pounded harder and harder the further she walked and she found herself freezing up in front of the door. Her rapid heartbeat was the only thing she could hear. Taking a deep breath, Carly tried to gain some kind of composure as she began trembling again. The night was dead silent, except for the sound of footsteps. Carly froze. The sound was very close like it was coming from inside Jack’s room.

“Um… Jack?” Carly knocked on the door.

Jack stopped pacing, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of Carly’s voice. Right outside was the subject of Jack’s rampant thoughts, which had kept him from even trying to sleep and instead taking to pacing around his room.

Carly let out a sigh. “Jack, I know you’re awake. I heard you pacing.”

*Shit.* Jack barely bit back the exclamation. He bit his lip. His brain was telling him not to open that door, that he couldn’t face Carly, couldn’t answer her questions. It would only hurt her, all he’d ever done was hurt her. Jack let out a sigh. There was no getting out of this: Carly would just keep pestering him until he opened the door.

Carly took a step back as the door opened. She looked up at Jack, who was practically glaring at her, the dark bags under his eyes visible even in the darkness.

“What do you want?” he grunted, trying to keep his voice low so he didn’t wake the others.

Carly wasn’t fazed by his gruffness. “Jack… I have to know…” She looked away, wrapping her arms around herself. “What happened… when I was a dark signer? I can’t remember any of it but the others told me that we duelled and…” A horrible realisation seeped over Carly. She looked back at Jack, her eyes wide. “Did I hurt you? Is that why you’re avoiding me?”

Jack took a step back. “When was I avoiding you?”

“I-it feels like you are…” Carly muttered, taking a step closer.

Silence followed. Jack was completely frozen up, unable to move or think of anything to say as he gazed at the woman who’d captivated his mind and heart.

“What happened in our duel?” Carly's voice was soft and pleading, making Jack's heart ache. “Please… whatever I did, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologise,” Jack insisted, “You weren’t in control of your actions.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Carly exclaimed.

“What do you mean?!” Jack raised his voice from a whisper to a normal tone, forgetting all about waking the others. “Of course it does! That Dark Signer I battled wasn’t really you! It was whatever twisted power was controlling you. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

“I can blame myself for becoming a Dark Signer in the first place. I know it’s my fault I went and got myself killed.”

Jack stiffened. “You remember that?”

Carly nodded, shuddering as she explained, “The last thing I remember was being thrown out a window. Then I woke up and everyone was saying I had been a ‘Dark Signer’. You know what happened. Why won’t you tell me what I did?”

“It would just make you upset. You’re better off not knowing…”

It hurt just saying those words. Did Jack really believe that Carly was better off without ever knowing, among many things, how much he loved her?

“No, I’m not!” Carly exclaimed, snapping Jack out of his thoughts. “I'll just spend my whole life worrying and assuming the worst if you don't tell me. Please… did I…” Carly shuddered, barely able to get the words out. “K-kill anyone?”

“Who could you possibly have killed?” Jack kept his tone soft, desperately trying to calm her down.

“You…” The idea almost made Carly sob, which she barely bit back.

“How would I be here?”

“I died. How am I here?” Carly croaked.

Jack let out a sigh. She did have a point. “You didn’t kill anyone. I was the only one you duelled.”

He wasn’t sure if he could completely confirm that but even if she had duelled someone else as a Dark Signer, everyone came back and Carly hadn’t been in full control of herself. There was no reason she should be blaming herself.

“And…” The beginnings of tears were visible through Carly’s glasses. “You won…?” Jack winced, looking away. *It wasn’t like that!* He barely bit back the words.

Carly bit her lip. So Jack had killed her a second time… the knowledge stung a little but she understood: the Dark Signers threatened the fate of the entire world, Jack had only done what he had to for the greater good. And she was back now, so no damage was done.

“I-it wasn’t…” Jack hesitated, unsure how to explain.

Would Carly be upset if she knew what he’d tried to do? How could he possibly explain that? Why did she have to forget everything? What they went through would still be painful, but less painful if they could face it together.

“No, no, no, it’s fine, Jack,” Carly insisted, “I get it. It’s what I would want in that situation I think… well…” She looked back up at him. “I’m sure I told you if I could’ve… right?”

“You did…” Jack muttered, unable to meet her gaze.

“Jack?”

He was leaving something out. Carly could tell, not just from how he spoke of it but from the foggy memories, almost like memories of a dream, dancing through her mind. It was only flashes but she could see their duel. The ominous purple flames swirling around them, forming the track for the D-Wheels, which Carly could somehow ride flawlessly despite never doing so before: it all seemed so unreal. Carly had a hard time convincing herself that these surreal images weren’t just her imagination.

She dug deeper into her memories. It was all so fuzzy: like she’d been there, but more as a presence rather than a duelist. Jack was right. Carly hadn’t been in control of herself: her own hard-to-grasp memories seemed to back that up. However, one thing stuck out to her. Darkness swirled around her, leaving her with just sounds and feelings, specifically the sound of Jack’s voice.

“This is the destiny I’ve chosen for myself! I’ll have no regrets if we die together!”

The words echoed in Carly’s mind. She gasped, suddenly thrown back into the present.

“J-Jack, you… you tried to… to…” Carly couldn’t get the words out. “You tried to kill yourself?”

Jack winced. “You think I wanted to live with the memory of your death?!” he snapped, all the emotions he’d fought to keep at bay boiling over. “Knowing I caused it?! Knowing it was my fault you were in that situation to begin with?!”

“How was that your fault?!” Carly exclaimed, “I was the one who went off on my own!”

“Only because I pushed you away!”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Carly let out a sigh, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I wouldn’t want you to die, even if I was dying.” Stepping closer, she took Jack’s hand. They met each other’s gazes. “I’d want you to keep living and make everyone happy with your duelling.”

“I know…”

“Right… I said that, didn’t I?” Carly let out an awkward chuckle, looking away.

Jack noticed their hands still entwined. Stepping even closer, Jack took Carly’s hand in both hands, gazing at her. Carly met his gaze. Jack froze. The beginnings of his thought had already disappeared as he lost himself in Carly’s eyes.

“Carly…” Nearly everything was out in the open now. Jack would only be hurting both of them by not telling Carly his feelings and he had the perfect chance. “I couldn’t bear living in a world without you in it… or even the thought of you dying alone…”

“I wasn’t alone, I was with you…” Carly replied before Jack could think of a way to continue.

She put an arm around him. Jack let go of her hand, instantly wrapping both arms around her. Carly nuzzled into his shoulder. This wasn’t the first time they’d hugged like this: the feeling was so familiar. The memory of her final moments as a Dark Signer flooded back to her. She really had been with Jack. That wasn’t something she’d remembered until just now, she just knew it in her heart to be true. Come to think of it, what were her last words to Jack?

*I love you, Jack.*

Carly stiffened. *Oh… so he knows.*

So there wasn’t really a point to saying it again, she’d already told him, despite her not being able to fully grasp the memory. Would confessing now even matter? The last thing Carly wanted was to hear the words “I know” in response to a love confession.

“I pushed you away again…” Jack realised aloud, guilt pricking his heart like a needle. “Even though that’s what caused this whole mess… I… I knew you’d ask and…” He paused to sigh. “I’m sorry…”

“I-it’s… fine,” Carly insisted, letting go of Jack and gazing up at him.

Jack’s eyes narrowed. “No, it’s not. For someone I say I love, I don’t treat you as well as I should.”

It took both of them a moment to realise what he said.

“Wait what?” Carly’s voice came out in a breath.

Jack took a step back, placing his hand over his burning cheeks.

“I…meant to say that at a better time.” He facepalmed, letting out a groan. “Why did you have to forget everything?”

Carly smiled. “Actually, that gives me a feeling of deja vu.”

*I wish with all my heart! I want to rescue you, the girl I love!* The words rang in Carly’s head as she chuckled.

Jack rolled his eyes. “Of course it does.”

He wasn’t really annoyed at her, more so himself for fumbling his confession that badly. Why did this have to be the one Carly remembered?!

Carly took Jack’s hands, beaming ear to ear. “Did you mean it?”

“Of course I meant it. Why else would I say it?”

Carly trembled with joy. Getting to her tiptoes, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Jack’s lip twitched up. Carly took a step back, about to apologise for her brazenness when Jack rested his hand on Carly’s face. She met his gaze, her heart pounding out of her chest. Her breath caught in her throat. Rather than speaking, Carly got to her tiptoes again, leaning forward and tilting her head to the side. Jack pressed his lips against hers. Carly melted in his embrace, having to hold onto Jack’s shoulders so she didn’t fall over.

Jack rested his other hand on Carly’s back. His fingers unconsciously stroked her hair as they kissed. After a few moments, he backed out of the kiss, sighing happily. His eyes fluttered open. Carly still had her eyes closed, beaming ear to ear. Jack smiled as well.

“Well, um…” Carly opened her eyes to gaze at Jack. “I guess I should let you sleep.” She turned away.

Jack bit his lip. *Is there a way I can ask her to share a bed with me without sounding weird?* He felt kind of bad making Carly sleep on the couch and if there was anyone he didn’t mind getting that close to it was her.

Carly glanced back at Jack, noticing him blushing again. She smirked. “Huh? Yeah, we can sleep together.”

Jack staggered back. “Di-did I say that out loud?!”

“No, my fortune told me you'd ask that.”

“What?!”

Carly giggled into her hand. “No, I just guessed. You turned bright red, it was kind of a giveaway.” She took Jack's hands again. “I guess I know I'm right then?”

Jack looked away, letting out an annoyed grunt. “Yes…”

Carly stepped to Jack’s side, brushing her cheek against his shoulder. Jack took her hand. They walked side by side, closing the door behind them.

Meanwhile, just down the hallway, Crow had been peeking around the corner, silently cheering the entire scene. Once the door closed, Crow emerged from his hiding spot. He knocked eagerly on Yusei’s door. After a few moments of silence, it was Aki who answered the door.

“Crow it’s eleven o’clock,” Aki was giving him the death glare as she spoke, “What do you want?”

Crow simply held his hand out. “You and Yusei owe me ten yen.”

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achromaticstars-archived · 2 years

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@battleguqin liked for a starter!

Cheong-San might as well had a lingering sign over his head whenever it came to finding anything among the ruined streets. He was the one who brought the young shiba puppy home, a puppy that he was able to surprise Sizhui with. It was how they were able to gain another addition underneath the roof that they called home, a home he was glad to have. It gave him some sort of belonging after he lost everything that he knew so far, things that he most likely would never be able to get back.

His mother was gone, it was unknown what happened to his father. His home was gone, his humanity was gone. He was a humbie, a person who had been changed because of the virus that threatened the streets. A virus that changed everyone who called Hyosen home, it would be difficult to actually continue calling this place home. That was he thought, at least but it wasn’t like Cheong-San could actually go somewhere else though. He easily could cause anyone who was aware of what happened to panic, a panic that most likely was still there from the ones who lingered inside a camp. A camp that he would never be able to step foot in because of what he was, he just hoped that the rest of his friends were okay. Friends that hadn’t been turned like he was. Friends that he had truly yet to see besides Nam-Ra.

Friends that Cheong-San did not want to hurt despite how he was better. Better at controlling those urges.

It seemed that today was going to be one where he would be bringing someone else home, he would be bringing back home a young child that was wandering around the streets. He couldn’t leave her there though, she was by herself. It wasn’t hard for the teen to see that she was afraid, he could see it in her shoulders. A light smile graced his lips while he did kneel down to make himself less scary, he didn’t want to scare here anymore then she already was. Cheong-San was able to gain her trust though before he picked her up with the promise to get her somewhere safe.

He just hoped that Sizhui wasn’t going to panic about him suddenly bringing the young girl to their home, a child who obviously would not be able to fend for herself. He could protect her though, he could protect both of them.

#It's Train to Busan #battleguqin #m: lee cheong-san #v: to live as a humbie

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fi-fitz-flynn · 3 months

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Trust {Self-Para feat. James}

Prior Reading:

How could I refuse? {Self Para} Hiding In The Shadows {Flynn & Smee} In The Dark Corners {Self Para}

@jameshawks

Timeline: Late October/Early November.

Flynn drove away from the warehouse with full intention to call Alex and demand some answers.

But what would he say? And why?

His Alias wouldn’t care. This used to be what he did. He was a runner for a large cartel. He didn't care what he moved. Just that he got paid.

But she didn’t know that he was burned there. She didn’t know he had turned them in.

So why wouldn’t he do this?

Flynn sighed, pulling over and rubbing his hands over his face.

How many people did he know that tried to protect against this exact thing?

Holley had been shot, Bianca had died, he saw darkness in Gil, that he could only imagine came from this.

What would they say?

What would Holley say?

They would jump into action, they would find out who was who, they would take it down. Return the objects to who it belonged to.

But after. After they would look at him, who had been caught fencing not just illegal goods, but magick goods. They would be disappointed. They would know that everything they had trusted him with had been misplaced.

He would prove everything he thought about himself.

But he didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to be someone people looked at with hesitation, or at least not them. Not those connections he made. Fuck the rest of the world.

Flynn was going to do right by them.

So what would they do?

Something righteous. Some type of plan to take it down. Who they could call in the RAS.

Holley would be his first call.

But she was still technically off active duty.

Gil? His roommate?

Well these days Gil seemed to have another focus. So that left James.

The agent he knew the least.

The only one he could care less about if he hated him.

Maybe James would ship me off. Revoke his ward status before he had to look Holley and Gil in the face. That would be fine. That would be expected. He had broken probably every rule he was given.

He’d have to dust out some of his other aliases. Pull from his offshore bank.

He’d be fine.

And at least he did the right thing.

Fuck it. He was going to be alone again.

Groaning again Flynn rubbed at his face before putting the car back into drive.

Speeding his way back to Swynlake, Flynn didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stop, if he did he wasn’t sure he would keep going. This would ruin his life.

But if he didn’t.

How many others would be hurt or killed because he couldn’t step up.

Flynn didn’t bother with some random ass cover story. The RAS could deal with that, if someone saw him knocking with his fist. He could only really care about one item at a time.

James pulled the door open quickly. His hair and shirt ruffled as if he had run to the door and considering how hard Flynn was knocking, he was sure that was the case.

It only took a second before James ushered Flynn in.

No pleasantries, no small talk. They both knew this wasn’t the time for it.

Relating the whole story to James, Flynn didn’t waste it with frivolous details. The warehouse, the amount of paintings and artifacts, the security. The scales and who knew what else.

“We can confiscate everything but that would just lead everyone there doing it again. We need the location of the auction.”

“You want it to go through?”

“I’ll talk to the main office but I think that’s our best play. We’ll find out who’s the suppliers and who are the buyers. We could get some big names or even small ones out before it can get bigger. You’re going to have to get us that location.”

Flynn paused shaking his head at the other. “You want me to act like everything’s normal.”

“Yeah- You have a problem with it? Obviously people there trust you.”

“Do you trust me?” Flynn questioned his eyes narrowing. Sure he was here but the rules he broke?

“Not really. But I’m sure Shiftwell and Wahed do to some extent and besides you came to me when you didn’t have to. Which means right now we’re on the same side. So go get that information. We’ll plan the raid and we’ll get some people arrested.”

“That’s a pretty simple plan.” Flynn muttered leaning back into the chair.

“The complexities will come into play when we figure out who we’re sending in, If you have to go in. But this is what I do, I hit fast and I hit hard. I’ll take the lead on this side, just get the information we need and it will stay a simple plan.”

So Flynn had to trust them, going back into a snake’s den. But he already made that decision the moment he knocked on James’ door.

No matter what happened he had chosen his side.

#self para #jameshawks #//more things i should have written before flolley kiss

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altaniadventures · 9 months

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Prompt #2 Contest - Au Ra August 2023

Just a little story about sparring. In my mind, this happens some time after the events of Stormblood.

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"You only think you want to challenge her, but really you should be praying to your Halone that she gets bored and finds something else to entertain her," said Baya. Estinen raised an eyebrow at her.

Altani's sister Bayarma had come to stay with her at her Ishgardian apartment for the next few weeks. Estinen wasn't sure what to make of the tiny Au Ra female. He'd thought Altani was small, but apparently she was the tallest woman in her entire family. Baya was an entire head smaller, and she was an older sister. Woman barely came up to his waist.

They had the same black hair, though Baya put hers in one large braid instead of a multitude of little ones. Her eyes were a softer shade of violet, and her skin was a dark pink. Unlike Altani, Baya did not enjoy fighting at all. Seemingly gentle and quiet, this was the first time she'd willingly started a conversation with him.

Estinen scoffed. "It's only a spar. We've watched her fight a few knights and she was normal. I've fought her before. I don't understand why you're worried. Afraid she'll beat me to a pulp? The other man is still standing. She's in control."

Baya looked over to Altani's current partner. The fully armored knight had pushed himself off the ground and was limping over to a grinning Altani, who was holding out her hand for a courteous shake. The young man was sweating, red faced, and had dozens of new dents in his armor. Altani was smiling, as fresh faced as when she walked through the doors an hour previous. She was not wearing any armor at all.

"That's because those are strangers and they don't pose any challenge to her. If you fight her, she will need to win," Bayarma said slowly. "It was bad enough before, but now it's only gotten worse." She hadn't wanted to come here in the first place, but Altani liked to start her day with a little training. She could hardly tell her baby sister no. The sounds of battle and clashing steel were a reminder of home. Altani might say she never wanted to come back to the tribe, but she sure did recreate her old life on the Steppe at every opportunity.

This dragoon beside her now reminded her of the men at home too. Terse, confrontational, and tall. She had to crane her neck to look at the man. He'd done a few rounds with other partners before coming over to watch Altani's bout with her.

"And while I don't know you like I know my sister, I do think you share it in common," she added.

"And what, pray tell, is that?"

Bayarma shrugged her shoulders. "A stupid desire to win at any cost. It will begin fun enough, but someone will draw blood, get angry, and then you two will stop sparring and begin fighting. There are no happy contests with Altani nowadays. Someone will get hurt, and it will most likely be you."

Estinen's eyes narrowed. He started a retort, but she quietly interrupted him.

"She hasn't been the same since Ala Mhigo," she whispered. "She won't talk about it, but I see it when she fights. Her eyes go glazed with fury, and I know she's seeing something else. I can't imagine what beast haunts her, because she looks so sad." She watched the dragoon's eyes widen with recognition. Ah, so he knew what it was that hung on her sister's shoulders. "Please. I know we are but strangers, but could we end these bouts for now? For her sake, at least."

There wasn't time to respond to that. Altani had come bounding up, her axe resting on her shoulders. Her grin was wide as she smugly addressed them both.

"Once again, I am the undisputed champion of the Ishgard training area. Either of you want to take a swing at the winner?" she asked.

Estinen and Bayarma glanced at each other before he responded.

"Of course not, Eorzean savior," he replied. "Truly we're all dazzled by your presence. Let's stop boring your sister with our pissing contests and show her the Firmament baths." He put his weapon on the rack and began to walk off towards the door.

Altani laughed and placed her axe on rack. "Good idea! You were starting to stink anyways. Let's get tea when we get there. Sorry about the wait, Baya. You know I can't stand leaving a fight unfinished. Hope Estinen wasn't too rude. He doesn't mean to be. He's much nicer than you think."

Bayarma smiled at her sister. "You know, I think you may be right."

#altani wol #altani writing #ffxiv oc #auraaugust2023

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eristic-kaleidoscope · 1 year

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One Last Contribution | Erik A | Re: Trial 4 Results (2)

As everyone talks, Erik A blinks and looks at his tablet with his free hand, typing something as discussion and volunteering continues for a moment, before he puts it down again to pay full attention to what’s happening. Akito’s asked him a question, so first he goes ahead and answers that.

“First off, nope, I dropped Erika L tokens off in my room, so I don’t have em on me right now. If absolutely need be I can ask if they can be gotten, but it seems like we have enough otherwise, for now."

"More than enough, even, so I’ll go ahead and say, anyone who’s not comfortable putting things on the line if they don’t absolutely need to doesn’t have to here, as long as we have the right amount in the end. Fuck, I’d be willing to just straight up volunteer to take it in the end if that’s an option, but assuming it’s not, better to be certain, yeah? No regrets in whatever you all pick.”

“Also, Ae-ra messaged me, said she’s willing to give all her points for the sake of this too. She knows the conditions set out here, and if she’s allowed to help out, she wants to.”

Oh wow, even someone who had already lost their life was willing to help in the end, huh…? Erik A doesn’t say more about it from there, letting Ae-ra’s choice and offer to stand on its own for her will.

Some others have already spoken up on what Kori said, Akito with finally renouncing some of the previous ways he’s thought, even if Erik A is sure he still has a long way to go to figure all his shit out, it’s a start that he gives him a nod of acknowledgement for. END too, of course, explains her own perspective on this and offers up as much as she does, Erik A gives a nod of acknowledgement.

And then… once more, he turns to Kori right beside him, and gives a smile before saying something to her himself.

“I may be a little stupid sometimes, I’ll admit that much- But right here and now, with this? Not at all. I’ve had to sit by and watch as people who have nothing to do with any of this are put on the line we have to vote between, some of which I’d have given anything to take on the punishment for if I could, and trust me I thought about that one a lot. I’ve had to sit here knowing that at the end of these trials someone would be dying and there was nothing I could do about it, when I sure as fuck wouldn’t have been hoping for that otherwise."

"Feeling powerless sucks, you know? It’s not surprising to me that I’m not the only one who wants to finally have some control in this mess.”

“So taking on something like that will always be worth it to me to save a life, your life, even if what you did was fucked up. I’d say risking an arm or a leg coming from me is worth that, genuinely. You aren’t any less of a person to me than anyone else, Kori, no matter what you think on your end.”

Just like their previous thread before, no matter what she thought of herself, that was his own thoughts, and his own choice in the matter whether Kori agreed that she was worth it or not.

#Erik A #chapter4 #trial4 #submission

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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bands | thirteen

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, slight degradation, trouble stirring behind the scenes if you squint, yeonjun and soobin (txt) make an appearance but also as reg 18 yr olds lol

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme @min-nicoleee @eggbutnotyolk @ra-mun-e @miinoongi @jimidol @ppeachyttae @thebeebi @bluesharksandfish @kooafraid @liriaus @thisartemisnevermisses @ggukkieland @preciouschimine @sunniejinnie @cypheruby @cyb3rbab3 @masterlists101 @awhnamjoon @redhedhoseok @wooya1224 @taeismydeath @jikookiekosmos @un2-verse @aynsx @wearenot7withu (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"BTS' Jeon Jungkook rumored to be dating stripper from nightclub!"

"Jungkook is no longer single, ladies!"

"Jeon Jungkook is dating a stripper? Why the hell is he doing that?"

"Who the hell does she think she is? I bet she's not even pretty."

"Jungkook fell for a stripper? Out of all people? Damn, and I thought he was better than that."

Jungkook has been tired, the rumors constantly being spread day in and day out. But, it still didn't mean he was gonna say shit to prove himself to people out there. He didn't need to give anybody answers. Hell, this was strictly between you and him and that's how he wants to keep it.

Fuck every single one of you who didn't wanna be behind him and support him. Don't even think about calling yourself a fan of his if that's your mindset.

He could truly care less. He was happy and he felt ten times better than he has in a really long time. It's unfortunate how people love to stay narrow minded. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that it was so unfair for you - how they stuck to that stripper image, rather than really getting to know you beneath the surface.

But it's not like anyone else deserved to know the real you, not after all this shit. And he was gonna keep it that way, and protect you.

"Hey, don't listen to any of that shit, okay?" Jungkook says as he meets you in your car in the BigHit building garage. "None of that matters to me."

"I know, but Kook." You look at him. "Your career, BigHit literally might not even want me here and-and—"

"Then I'll make sure they understand it's not an issue, because it's really fucking not." He says, getting irritated only at the thought of the company giving him issues over you. He watches as you slightly frown, causing him to sigh and soften his own facial expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up like that. It's just annoying how people are narrow-minded. This has absolutely nothing to do with you." You give him a small smile. "Come on, I'll walk you." You silently nod and hop out of your car. You follow beside him, your stomach in knots having to meet with their performance director. This meant you'd also most likely run into the rest of Bangtan.

In which happens to turn true pretty quickly.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok says loudly down the hallway as he approaches the both of you. He does nothing besides smile, curiosity definitely filling his eyes.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, Hoseok hyung." He holds out his hand for you to shake, his head tilting ever so slightly because you know he's familiar with your face. He's just trying to remember from where. Or, he has recognized you, but he's trying his hardest not to say anything.

Cause they have seen all of you, especially in that fishnet bodysuit.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! You can call me Hobi for short. Are you meeting with someone?" You nod.

"Yeah." Is all you can reply with as you shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nice, goodluck!"

"Is everyone else here?" Jungkook asks, making Hobi nod.

"Yeah, but they're still running through some stuff in the dance studio. I just ran off to take a break."

"Okay." Jungkook looks at you. "Follow me, he's in one of the private studio rooms." You both part ways from Hoseok, the need to clutch onto Jungkook's arm immensely strong right now. You hold yourself off though, because even with passing a few female staff members, you catch them looking at you oddly with the way you're walking side by side with Jungkook.

Nope. Don't even think about it, Y/N. It doesn't matter.

Jungkook knocks softly on a door, the middle of it being made up of entirely frosted glass so it's difficult to see inside. Their performance director opens the door swiftly and welcomes you in with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in.

"I've got it from here, Jungkookie. Thank you." Jungkook nods but tries to peek through the door to get one last glimpse of your face before he shuts it fully. "How are you doing, Y/N?" He sits in front of you, leaning onto his knees with his hands fully clasped together.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good, tired." He chuckles. "Thanks for taking my call earlier and for meeting at such short notice on a weekend. I had a couple of things come up and didn't want to push things off until later." You smile.

"It's no problem."

"Jungkook tells me a lot about you."

"Does he now?" You chuckle and tilt your head to the side.

"Says you're a really good person. Super hardworking. Told me a little bit about your situation with your brother."

"Mmyeah, it's a little complicated."

"It's alright, no need to get into the details." He smiles before letting out a small sigh. "It's incredibly rare for me to hear Jungkook speak like that. In general. He's usually very closed off, doesn't like to let people in much. He really respects you, you know? Cares about you a whole lot." You slightly blush.

"I'm still getting used to it." He chuckled.

"Look, I know you've been worrying because of where you've been and all that, but I want to reassure you that none of it matters. I don't like to focus on all that. You're here as you, not her." He says, putting another pronoun to your stripper persona.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He nods. There's a small pause before he begins to speak again.

"I could really use some help around here if you're still interested? The boys are becoming a lot for me to handle."

"Ah-uh, yeah! Of course I am." You found yourself stuttering at the sudden offer. Was this fucking real?! "But, you are aware of where me and Jungkook are at, right?" You ask, trying to be completely transparent and honest about their relationship. He nods and waves his hand out.

"As long as you keep it professional here, right?" You nod.

"Right."

"Come, let me show you around really quickly and have you formally meet the boys." You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking great. He definitely didn't know they've all seen your titties and pussy out during Yoongi's birthday, and now here you were - about to meet them again in this environment. Hobi was awkward enough even though he tried not to be.

Surprisingly, Jungkook wasn't waiting outside in the hallway like you thought he would be, but the tour commences and the PD is taking you around pretty quickly. You feel even more awkward and somewhat alone [even though you weren't] without Jungkook nearby, but you chug along and say your hello's to the people you're introduced to. He finally brings you into the dance studio, where there's loud ass music blasting, Jungkook, the boys and some backup dancers in front of the mirrors fooling around.

"Aye boys, come here real quick." You and Jimin lock eyes and your body suddenly gets tense. The room feels 10x hotter than it already is, especially when he slowly walks over and clenches his jaw. He is literally seeping with hate right now, maybe actually disgust, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Most of them for sure recognize you, but they seem to brush it off and give you a big wave/smile anyway.

"Last, that's Jimin - Jimin, Y/N." You give Jimin a fake smile, and the only thing his ass can reciprocate is the smallest, tight-lipped smile you have ever seen. You've never even seen your mom do that when she got mad or upset with you.

"Hi." Is all you can say.

"Sup." He looks at you before turning on his heel and walking away.

"Ooookay?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he watches Jimin walk away so rudely. "The hell was that about?"

"I knew that was Kookie's girlfriend! Maybe Jiminie remembers seeing her titties and shit too, needs to walk away before he gets his ass beat by him." Yoongi says lowly behind Namjoon.

"Yeah, like you're any better." Namjoon says, looking at Yoongi weirdly.

"I mean, we did see her practically naked." Jin says, chiming into the discussion.

"I touched her." Yoongi's mouth slightly hangs down. "I touched her."

"Go ahead, say it louder so Kookie can hear you." Jin nods sarcastically. "Go, say it!"

"No, stop." Yoongi's cheeks turn red while shaking his head and laughing. "He'll literally launch me out the window with one hand."

"Good."

"You asked for her to sit on your lap too, bro!"

"I was joking, and it's not like she did it anyway!"

"Whatever, I'm keeping my birthday deep in my memory storage."

"Clean slate for her so it should be for you too, my guy." Namjoon says as he has enough of their conversation.

You look at Jungkook who is silently standing there, looking like a big dork with a huge smile on his face and his thumbs up. You give him the tiniest nod before proceeding to follow the PD out.

"So?!" Jungkook dashes to meet you in their waiting room area, where an abnormally large picture of Jimin posing oddly hung up.

"He said he'll send me all the info and papers and stuff!" You respond excitedly as Kook hugs you and quickly swings you around.

"See, I knew it would work out!" He puts you down. "Are you gonna tell Kai?" You shook your head.

"Not today at least, it's his birthday and I don't wanna take away from that. It's his day." Jungkook smiles at you.

"Text me when you've picked him up? I should be home by then."

"Okay." You blush and back away, making Jungkook look at you with confusion. "I have to keep it professional here, duh."

"Ah I see." He chuckles. "That won't last very long."

"Jungkook." You whine.

"There's a lot of private rooms here and—"

"I'm not listening, sorry. I think Kai is suddenly calling me." You cover your ears as you begin to walk away, giving him one last smile before leaving him to the rest of rehearsals and whatever else they're doing. He laughs to himself as he waves you off, excited to get through the day so he can just spend time with you and Kai.

As the hours go on and it's about time for you to pick Kai up, you quickly stop by the store because you're a procrastinator and didn't buy Kai's birthday gift any earlier. You felt bad you weren't able to find the shoes he wanted, but you at least snagged the video game he had been talking about for a couple of days now. Before walking into the arcade, you made sure to write your birthday card and slip some more money into it before shoving it in your bag to give to him later.

"Your pretty sister is here." Yeonjun grabs Kai by the shoulder as he finishes up a game.

"Yeah, and you're too young for her."

"Age is nothing but a number. It's only like.. 6 years apart."

"Besides, she's taken, dude. Sorry." Kai snorts as he watches Yeonjun's smile fade. "You would have never had the chance."

"You're mean."

"I'm mean, or you just have really high, unrealistic expectations?" The rest of their friends laugh as they follow Kai over to you.

"Hey!" You smile at all his friends.

"Hiiiiii Y/N." They all say in unison, some waving in awe, while the others shyly dug their hands into their pockets. "Birthday boy, you all good to go? Got some good Loco Moco waiting for you."

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Happy birthday again, Kai! Get online later!" Soobin yells out.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, waving them off as he follows you out to your car.

"You guys run through the entire arcade?" Kai laughs.

"Pretty much." He sinks into his seat, legs damn near touching the glove compartment with how long he is. "I'm honestly so excited for Loco Moco. It's been years!"

"It has not been that long." You laughed.

"You're right, it's been months." Kai looks out the window. "Wait, you're passing the road to get to our go-to shop though?"

"Cause I found a better place."

"How is there a better place when that one was already supreme?!"

"Hey, trust me on this okay?" You laugh. Kai starts telling you about his day and how so many people he knew from school had been messaging him happy birthday. He truly looked his happiest today and it was all you could ask for. Though at the same time, your heart slightly sank at the fact that he'd be going off to uni soon and staying at the dorms. He was just growing up way too fast, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him now before he was too occupied being a college boy.

You slipped yourself past Jungkook's security, parking in the one guest spot they have in the garage that's closest to the elevator. Kai doesn't really question it and hops out anyway, his hands in his pockets as he follows you into the elevator and onto Jungkook's floor.

"You ready, kid?"

"Is this some like, Michelin Star Loco Moco restaurant?"

"Ah, I guess you could say that." You knocked on the door, hearing music playing in the background. Jungkook opens the door and Kai's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, that's Jungkook?" Kook laughs and steps aside to let you both in. "Sis why—what—how come you didn't tell me we were seeing your boyfriend? I look like a mess!" He says lowly.

"You don't!"

"Hey Kai! Happy Birthday!" Jungkook says smiling, making Kai actually blush. He's cheeks are tinted with a rosy color and he suddenly gets all shy.

"Thanks."

"Your brother's tall." Jungkook looks at him up and down.

"Looking at an 18 year old 6 footer."

"Must be nice."

"Go sit." Kai silently nods as he sits awkwardly on Kook's couch, while you go and check in on him in the kitchen.

"Is he always that shy?"

"No. Just with you, apparently. He's not even that shy around girls." You chuckle as he places a quick kiss on your head. "Need my help?" You still ask even though the plates are neatly prepared already.

"Not really." He smiles down at you. "You hungry though?"

"Starving, actually." Your eyes light up at the plates. "Ouuuuuu, yum."

"Honestly, I think this batch might be better than my first."

"Still honored to be your guinea pig." You carry a plate over to Jungkook's coffee table in the living room.

"Oh shit, that looks amazing." Kai says, slipping himself down from the couch to the floor so he could get a good whiff of the plate. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook hands you the remote before walking into his room. "Pick something."

"Here, birthday boy. Help me choose."

"Let's watch Soul on Disney+." At this point, Jungkook comes out of his room with a wrapped present, his eyes locked on the TV.

"Ooh, I keep seeing this everywhere! Niceeeee." Jungkook says, smiling with Kai nodding and already digging into his plate. "By the way, this is for you." You shoot him a look as he sits on the floor by you, watching as Kai unwraps the present. Kai's eyes light up as he sees a shoebox underneath the wrapping, quickly flipping the lid open to reveal those blue Air Jordans he wanted.

"Kook?!" You say lowly, making him smile at you and gently pinch your side.

"Holy shit!" He holds out a shoe, only for him to immediately shake his head and close the box again. "Jungkook, I can't take this." Kai says.

"No, it's your birthday."

"Yeah, but isn't this expensive? You've already done so much for me and my sister, I-I don't want to—"

"Kai, it's cool. If it's one thing you can do to repay me, it's to take my present." You literally want to cry at how sweet Jungkook is being with your brother. He had been good to you, no doubt, but this was one thing you didn't expect from him at all. Quite frankly, you had forgotten you mentioned the shoes to him. The fact that he actually remembered and kept his word.

"Okay." Kai says, gently setting the box down aside before looking at Jungkook with a small smile on his face. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Like, even with the food and everything. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." You give him a soft smile before digging into your food while Soul was already off to a start. Kai and Jungkook devour their food together, with you following shortly behind as Jungkook brings over a small ice cream cake from his fridge for Kai to blow his candles on. After the boys had helped themselves to a good serving of the cake, they started getting hyper and pulled up Smash Bros on Kook's Nintendo Switch [as if Kai hadn't played enough games today]. It started to get intense; the boys jumping and yelling everywhere, bouncing off of the walls, with you getting pulled into the competition every now and then. Even though you knew you'd lost over and over again, you happily joined in anyway, seeing how excited your brother was - plus, it was always a bonus to hear Jungkook's loudly obnoxious, nerdy laugh.

"I WIN!"

"Hey, hey, hey. I let you win because it's your birthday." Jungkook said, making Kai laugh as he crashed to the floor.

"Sure." Kai huffed and puffed. "Crap, I'm tired. What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. We should start heading out, bubba." You patted Kai's chest gently.

"What? No, it's late. Why don't you two just stay here?" You suddenly remembered you've had Kai's shit in your trunk since you dropped him off at Yeonjun's this morning. You didn't have any change of clothes, but that could easily be fixed with Jungkook's closet.

"Only if the queen wants, she's driving."

"It's late, baby." Jungkook says to you softly. "No way I'm letting you two head out there."

"Okay." You give him a small smile before handing your keys. "Can you do me a favor?" He chuckles.

"What is it?"

"Kai's duffle bag is in my trunk." He nods and takes your keys.

"I got it. Kai, you can take the guest room or my office room." Jungkook says with his 3-bedroom apartment having ass. "I have my computer in my office room though, and a pull out bed. I don't know how comfy you'll be."

"It's cool, I'll just take your guest room. I always bring my laptop and switch whenever I sleep at my sister's." Kai says getting up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook says, toothlessly smiling at the both of you, completely endeared at how alike you two were - even down to the fact that you both said thank you for every little thing. If this was a result of Kai being close to you and having you as pretty much his mother figure, then Jungkook wouldn't know what to do with his feelings. He felt butterflies every time he thought about how cute and sweet you were, and he was always excited to be around you.

Jungkook does a quick jog to your car, grabbing Kai's Nike duffle from your trunk before jogging back to the elevator and back to his apartment. He walks in to see Kai helping you clean up the remaining dishes in the sink, tidying the rest of the things in his kitchen.

"Thank you." Jungkook says himself, a little unfamiliar with saying such a thing to be completely honest.

"You're welcome." You say softly, wiping your hands on his hand towel. "Off to bed, or are you gonna go online with your friends?"

"I'll see what they're up to, but I'm pretty beat. Today was fun." Kai smiles at the both of you. "I really appreciate it." You ruffle his hair a bit before gently pushing him towards his bedroom for the night.

"Bathroom's right over there, help yourself to anything you need."

"Don't stay up too late."

"Only if you aren't too loud." You gasp while Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Kai!"

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Please remember that I'm right in this room."

"Oh my god, go to bed." You shove him inside the room and shut his door. "Don't even say a word." You look at Jungkook shyly as you hurriedly brush past him to get into his room - even though Jungkook is literally right behind you with those long ass legs of his, making every stride so much easier for him to catch up to you.

"What's your outfit of choice tonight, pretty lady?" He shuts his door behind him as you start to make your way into his closet.

"Hm, I'll just wear this plain black--" You unfold it. "Balenciaga? Okay, I definitely can't just wear this to sleep."

"Why not?"

"Because this is like, name brand and everything."

"So?" He shrugs. "Just wear it, babygirl. It's not gonna make much of a difference, you're wearing it either way." You do a slight pout before you start to slip out of your clothes to get into his shirt. You make his way to his bathroom to take a little tinkle when you notice another toothbrush sitting next to his. A pink toothbrush, next to his blue one.

"Why do you have two toothbrushes?" You wash your hands as he comes in to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

"That's yours." Your eyes light up at his statement.

"Mine?"

"I figured since you'd be over more, it'd be easier for you." He furrows his brows lightly. "Unless.. you didn't want--" You press a kiss against his lips, his hands resting on your arms to keep you close.

"No, I did want that. Thank you."

"Of course, baby." He pecks your forehead.

"By the way, way to make me look like such a bad sister!" You say as you start getting your toothbrush ready.

"Why? The shoes?"

"The shoes, the Loco Moco, the games, the ice cream cake." You laughed. "I literally got him a video game and some money."

"I mean, he is turning 18. I wanted to help make it as memorable as possible."

"I appreciate you a lot. Really."

"I appreciate you too." Your eyes widen as you brush your teeth.

"Waaaaow, say thaht wun mohr tiyme." You say, pulling a Jungkook while brushing your teeth.

"Eye apprushiate yoh toh." You giggle. The both of you finish getting ready for bed before slipping into his warm sheets. Jungkook never goes to sleep early, however, he makes sure all the lights are off and that the show he's watching isn't too loud. You have no idea what's going on in his show, but you lay on his chest to watch for a little bit until you feel yourself getting a little more sleepy. He's holding you close, his hand brushing through your hair softly, causing tingles to ripple through your body.

"Kook."

"Yes, baby?"

"You make me happy." You say sleepily as you hung him tighter. He smiles down at you, your eyes now shut close as you slowly start to drift into a deep sleep. He presses a light kiss against your head, fingers still in your hair.

"You make me happy too, sweetheart."

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