#him when he was sick or upset or when he hit puberty and his voice started cracking
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i remember someone asking you for the second years favorite out of itafushikugi but who do you think the trio’s favorite senpais are?
& who do you think the adults (nanami gojo shoko yaga) favorite students are?
I'm assuming we're talking about the sea glass gardens universe for this and not canon.
Megumi: Yuuta. No competition. I'm pretty sure this is straight up canon with his comment that Yuuta was the only one of his senpais that he actually respected. He and Yuuta have a special relationship, even if Megumi isn't aware of his Boyhood.
Barring Yuuta, Maki would be his favorite. They have identical bitch instincts and are always on the same wavelength. They wander the world as these beautiful judgmental assholes and it's their ideal existences. Soul siblings.
I see Maki as sort of slowly growing into her place as Megumi's family. At the start, neither of them were exactly looking to forge blood family ties, what with their history, but I think they both understand what it's like to have the Zenin lurking on your periphery in a way no one else does. They look out for each other.
Nobara: Maki. I also can't debate canon on this one. Nobara simply adores Maki. And has a crush on her the size of Jupiter. She doesn't know Yuuta and has sworn revenge on him for winning the last Goodwill event, so Yuuta's out of the running, and Panda and Inumaki are her constant torments.
Still, were it not for her appreciation for Maki as her senpai (re: rampant Homosexual Desire), I think Panda would be her favorite. They have identical asshole instincts, not that Nobara would ever admit it. Remember them teaming up during the Goodwill event? Nobara secretly has a soft spot for Panda, except for all the moments where she wants to beat him with a hammer.
Yuuji: I think it's actually Inumaki. Maki and him get on great because they both can compete athletically, but Maki's disposition is more suited to Megumi. She's harder for him to connect with for him on a personality level. Inumaki's also very athletically inclined, and I see them becoming jogging buddies now that Yuuta's in Africa.
I see Inumaki looking out for him a little when he first arrived, the way he did for Yuuta. Yuuji's not the sort to be phased by the difficulty communicating, and I think he respects the hell out of Inumaki as a jujutsu sorcerer.
If we count the Kyoto students in this, his favorite is Todo, but that may or may not be Stockholm Syndrome. He. He got swept up in it. It happened so fast. He doesn't know how this happened or if he's allowed to leave. It kind of scares him.
Yuuta is not even in the running for Yuuji's favorite. The thought of Yuuta torments him. He's just all sparkling and perfect in Africa, what with his curse-free existence and unstoppable power and having Megumi as his boy and what not. Just. Fuck off.
Adults
Nanami: He has no favorites. He cannot play favorites. He has raised one of these children, as adopted another, and has played a very large role in teaching a third. It would be wrong to select favorites out of them.
But also it's Yuuji.
It's not that he actually likes Yuuji better than Megumi or Yuuta or any of the others; it's more that Yuuji's his student. Megumi's practically a son to him, but Gojo was the one who took the lead on raising him and training him. And while he will always do his best to support Yuuta, by the time he met Yuuta, Gojo had already become the sort of adult pillar of support in his life.
Yuuji's the one he took the lead on training. He was there when Yuuji first had someone die, first had to kill. And Yuuji reminds him so much of Haibara that it hurts sometimes. He has a soft spot for him.
Gojo: Gojo will play favorites. It's Megumi.
Sue him. His kid is his favorite. That's his little boy. He watched him grow up from the angriest first grader he ever met to the angriest high schooler he ever met. He's always gonna have a bit of a soft spot for his Megs.
If he couldn't pick Megumi, it would be Yuuta.
Again, sue him for playing favorites, but Yuuta's someone he's just endlessly proud of. He watched Yuuta go from being curled up on the floor of an execution chamber to being the most promising sorcerer of the modern age. Yuuta really gives him hope for the future and the next generation. He just adores the kid.
Shoko: If we're talking sea glass gardens, I think Megumi would win by default just because she has less face time with the kids and Megumi is the one she helped raise. She's his wine aunt. She's always gonna wanna pinch his cheeks and harass him about his hair. But if he's out of the running, it's Nobara. She reminds her of her at that age. Mostly in the fact that she's endlessly suffering from her two idiot best friends's mutual homosexuality. Shoko relates to Nobara on a spiritual level.
Yaga: Panda. That's his little boy. I'm pretty sure this is canon too--Maki explicitly states that the principal plays favorites with Panda in JJK0. He raised Panda and thinks of him as his own son. He adores the kid.
If Panda's out of the running, it's Megumi.
This is also because he remembers when Megumi was a little kid. He didn't help raise Megumi the way the rest of them did--he got cut out after the Zenin incident--but he remembers before, when he was trusted with Megumi. A part of him is always going to remember Megumi as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk to read.
I also just see him as keeping more distance from the kids. he's not as actively involved in their teaching. it's partially an act of self protection to have distance--a lot of kids don't make it to graduation. So his favorites are going to be the one he spent the most time with--namely panda and Megumi, just by pure default.
#sea glass gardens#megumi sort of swept the competition but in his defense it's hard to beat being their literal child#he's had more /time/ to endear himself to them#he was the village baby okay#megumi's trapped in a nightmare#you know when you're in high school and you don't want anyone to know your dad's the english teacher#yeah so it's that but /the entire faculty/#all of these people raised him#even with yaga it's a problem#yaga remembers him as the quiet little boy who used to hide under his desk#but /megumi/ remembers hiding under his fucking principal's desk as a little kid and falling asleep cuddling one of his stuffed animals#his fucking principal carried him to a couch and tucked him in for a nap in childhood#he's in agony. he's going to throw himself off the gym building. someone sedate him. he needs to scream into a pillow.#100% of the tokyo jujutsu high faculty has had some kind of hand in raising him. they all have seen him in his pajamas. they have all seen#him when he was sick or upset or when he hit puberty and his voice started cracking#the annoying teacher that drives everyone nuts is the guy that raised him. his legal guardian. the one that makes his life a living hell#whenever anyone flirts with him. /their teacher/ gave him The Talk and there were absolutely terrible jujutsu metaphors involved#gojo devastated that his little boy is grown up: *reading religiously off cue cards* make sure you and/or your partner /cast/ a /veil/ to#help protect from any /curses/ escaping#Megumi in hell: you can just say condoms#Gojo who will cry: i absolutely cannot#he's doing his level best to keep yuuji and nobara in the dark but /all/ of his senpais know that he's gojo satoru's little boy. it's like#having the fucking sword of damocles hanging over him. he knows one day they'll tell the others and he'll be in agony#just put him down like a sick dog at this point he cannot stand this
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Oii! Você poderia fazer a fic da música "You Belong With Me" com o Ben? :)
Right for you, Ben Chilwell
Prompt: You being his best friend and at karaoke singing "You Belong With Me" to him indirectly.
Warning: Disappointment, Sadness
Words: 1811
Notes: I was really excited to write this one. It's one of my favorite prompts and I already had it written, I don't know if that's how you imagined it, but I hope you like it a lot because I loved it so much🤍
Author's Note: I know a lot of people write with the use of quotes, but I'm used to using the dash, so I hope it's not a problem.
Being in love with your best friend is one of life's biggest clichés. And sometimes it really hurt to see him and his "perfect girlfriend".
You sure as hell wouldn't have gone to karaoke if you knew she'd be there too. Ben was perceptive in hiding it from you. Really insightful.
You tried to keep your attention on Mason's out-of-tune presentation, but his eyes always seemed to betray you when they landed on the couple sitting across from you.
━ If you keep looking at them like that they'll think you're a maniac. ━ Christian said giving his shoulder a little push.
━ I don't know what you're talking about. ━ You changed the conversation.
━ And Mason can sing well. ━ The brunette joked. ━ We already know of his crush on Chilly, only he doesn't seem to notice it.
━ Or he knows and just doesn't talk about it because he doesn't feel the same way about me. ━ His voice came out dismayed, and Christian looked at her sympathetically.
━ If he doesn't notice, maybe he's not right for you, Y/N.
You didn't say anything else, Christian's words running through your head. Maybe he was right. She and Ben had been best friends for years, but maybe they couldn't be more than that.
━ Our next singer is Y/N Y/L/N. ━ You looked at the stage with surprise, you didn't put her name in the performance list.
His eyes fell on Mason who smiled innocently. Motherfucker. The boys made noise encouraging you to go on stage. You took a deep breath before getting up from the table.
Your hands shook a little as you took the presenter's microphone. His eyes scanned the available songs, stopping at one that fit his situation perfectly. His ears picked up the beginning of the melody.
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your mood like I do
━ Babe... baby! Come on, please calm down and listen to me! ━ You heard Ben plead in the next room, your phone pressed firmly to his ear as he tried to reason with his current girlfriend. All you knew was that he had shown his sincere side - apparently, not everyone knew he didn't have a filter.
But you knew the athlete more than anyone else, and he might need to stop and pull himself together occasionally, but it all came from his heart.
You were brought back to reality when you heard Ben grunt, dropping the phone against the table and running a hand through his hair. You looked at him with sad eyes, reaching out and placing your hand over his so gently.
━ Want to talk about it, Chill? ━ You asked him, watching as the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile with the nickname you gave him.
━ I don't believe you can save me from this situation, Y/N. ━ Ben manages to say, clearing his throat to help transition into a new conversation.
You didn't want to push it any further - knowing that if Ben was comfortable enough, he would talk to you. Hell, he told you everything. Maybe it was because the two of you grew up together, so he had to hit puberty much faster.
Ben got undeniably hot fast, all the girls at his old high school noticed that. You were about to ask him if he'd like to watch a movie, but his ringing phone interrupted, making you keep your mouth shut for now.
Ben suddenly straightened before grabbing the screen, a hopeful look flashing in his eyes as his girlfriend's name was projected in capital letters and a series of heart emojis. You rolled your eyes with a small smile and gestured for him to take the call, swallowing your pride seconds after he left the room. You left the house not long afterward, knowing you probably won't see your childhood friend for at least another week.
Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy?
You kicked a few pebbles off the path as you walked, with Ben by your side. It felt strange for the two of you to be together – but a strangely comfortable stranger, as if life was supposed to be like that.
He was trying to chat a little about the weather, which quickly turned into a funny story of how he fell face first in the rain during last Friday's football game.
Her eyes were mesmerized by him as he threw his head back in laughter, his hands maneuvering in strange ways as he portrayed how the event actually happened. You returned his laugh as you placed your hand on his bicep to steady yourself, little snorts following after.
━ I can't believe you still do that. ━ Ben said, his hand briefly resting on top of hers to hold her against him. You raised your eyebrows in sync with the corners of your mouth, your laugh dwindling to a small laugh.
━ Do what? You'll have to elaborate, Chilly. ━ With his free hand, Ben lightly tapped the tip of his nose while smiling at his nonchalance.
━ That cute snort you make when you laugh too much. I hadn't heard this since we saw Madders get stuck in the invisible wall of tape.
The memory provoked her to put her hand to her forehead as she chuckled her iconic laugh once more, remembering poor James' shocked expression as he recovered from the seemingly transparent 'door' and the few seconds that followed where he was frozen trying to understand what had just happened.
━ This is definitely the sound of joy. ━ Ben said as he looked at you, just for you to poke him playfully.
Oh, I remember you driving to my house
In the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry
The end of the week approached faster than expected, especially since you spent most of your time pretending you didn't get Ben's text messages.
You needed time to pull yourself together and organize your priorities, and having him suddenly want you back in his life was an unexpected twist. You've always had a stupid crush on Ben, but unlike the vast majority of girls who did, yours started when you were both young ━ when you had just gotten rid of the braces, and he had already started playing for a football team for the first time.
It was Friday night, and you had just curled up under the sheets, trying to get comfortable as an oncoming storm began to form outside. Your phone was constantly indicating that you had a new message, but it was just Ben asking if you were going to the football game tonight. Like the other messages, you ignored it and continued your favorite show on Netflix.
It was midnight when your phone woke you, realizing that you must have accidentally fallen asleep. You could barely hear the phone ring due to the weight of the rain outside, but you answered anyway, surprised to hear a familiar, desperate voice on the other end of the line.
━ Y/N… I'm down here… me, something happened. I didn't know where to go... I just drove, and I ended up here... something in me, I needed to see you. Let me in, please.
He looked distressed, perhaps because he was crying. You went down to the front door and opened it carefully, suddenly coming face to face with a saturated Ben Chilwell. You reached out and dragged him inside, your eyes scanning his wet, shivering body.
━ Ben... you're freezing, you're going to get sick. ━ You exclaimed as softly as you could, not letting go of his hand, as you led him to your room.
You gestured for him to stay put before grabbing a clean towel from the bathroom, running back and closing the door before wrapping it around your shoulders. You sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of you, seeming to have something to say, but couldn't think of how to start the conversation.
━ Why are you here? ━ You finally said after a long period of silence, Ben's eyes strayed to the ground. He cleared his throat a few times before realizing he was just whispering.
━ I saw Charlie with one of the Aston Villa players. She was on top of him. I... I asked her what the hell was going on, she basically said I wasn't good enough. Do you believe that? ━ He said exasperated, his hands pulling at her wet hair as it stuck to her forehead.
You closed your eyes for a moment as you took in this information, able to feel Ben's pain from where she sat. But it wasn't a new pain, it was like it was the kind that was finally released after being repressed for too long. As if it knew it was coming and would hold out until the dreaded day.
You pursed your lips and rose from the bed, standing right in front of him before taking his wrists and pulling them down between the two of you, your thumbs gently stroking the skin of his knuckles.
━ But why are you here? At home? You could have gone to Mase or called Madders. ━ You muttered, hoping his tone of voice would calm you down.
Those eyes you fell in love with as a teenager were looking at you, taking in your details, your passion, your heart. They were kind, just like you always knew he was.
━ Something attracted me to you, as if I was destined to be here. Do you know? ━ He spoke so low you could barely hear him, but you could hear him clearly.
Were you obsessing over him by running out of words, confused as to what he was trying to say – was it a confession of love or some pity plea because you were the only one who cared? You nodded your head to understand what he was saying, feeling your own radiance toward him for a long time.
A week later, he had returned to his girlfriend.
Standing by and waiting at your backdoor
All this time, how could you not know, baby?
You belong with me
You belong with me
His eyes traveled to the table where all his friends were sitting, everyone paying attention to his presentation. Except Ben and his girlfriend. A pang of pain whistled through her heart. At Christian's words coming back to her mind.
If he doesn't notice, maybe he's not right for you Y/N.
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me
Maybe Ben didn't belong to you. Not how you wanted it.
#ben chilwell#chelsea fc#christian pulisic#football#football imagine#imagine#mason mount#ben chilwell x reader#you belong with me#angst#kai havertz#chelsea#london#music#timo werner#premier league
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idk if ur still doing the writing requests but uhh maybe a kirfluff love confession?
I absolutely am!!!!!!! Here you go anon!!
Alternative title: These puffs gay and one of them has no idea what gay means while the other gets gay panic.
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It was a noticeably chilly night in Dreamland. Despite it being the middle of summer, the chill of the night was stronger than ever. The sky was clear and empty, stars painted across the darkness. Soaring under the sky was the Warpstar, leaving sparkling trails of stardust in its wake. The Warpstar itself had taken on a slightly different form, resembling a large pillow rather than a star built for transportation.
Sitting atop the Warpstar were Kirby and Prince Fluff, nestled together beneath a thick blanket. Their bodies sunk into the center of the Warpstar, like sitting on a particularly squishy pillow. It was warm, the kind of warmth that was just comfortable enough—not too hot, not too cold, just perfect.
The night air was crisp, the sweet summer breeze gently blowing. Fluff noticeably shuddered at the breeze, colder than usual. Kirby huddled a bit closer, oblivious to the blush that slowly grew on Fluffs cheeks. The prince stared into the starry night sky, his mind wandering, his expression twisted in deep thought. Kirby noticed the sudden shift and turned, gently nudging him, and in a quiet voice asked...
“Whats wrong, poyo?”
“Hm? Ah, it’s nothing! Just... lost in thought.” Fluff hoped that simple answer would deter the pink puff. To his dismay, it only seemed to make Kirby more intrigued.
“It’s not nothing! You look upset.” Kirby scooted a little closer. He took note of how warm Fluffs cheeks were. Maybe he was sick? Maybe that’s why he wasn’t feeling good.
“Really, Kirby, I’m fine. I’m just thinking.” Kirby gently placed a paw on Fluffs cheek, feeling said cheek grow progressively warmer and turn a brighter shade of red.
“Thinking about what?” Fluff bit the inside of his cheek. He knew this conversation wouldn’t end well...
“Love.”
“Love? What kind of love, poyo?” That question caught him off guard.
“What do you mean “what kind of love?” Isn’t there only one?” Kirby shook his head, smiling.
“There’s lots of kinds, poyo! There’s platonic love, one-sided love, puppy dog love which I don’t really understand, romantic love, really really romantic love—Meta Knight and Dedede don’t like talking to me about that one for some reason—poyo, and familial love! I’m probably forgetting a bunch, but there’s a lot, poyo!!” Fluff thought over the responses, staring down at the Warpstar.
“Wait, hold on— really really romantic love? What’s that and why won’t your dads explain it to you?” Kirby stared blankly. Even he was a little confused on that one.
“Uh, I don’t really know, poyo! Dedede changes the subject before I can ask and Meta Knight tells me I’m not old enough yet. He says that in a couple years or so I’ll be old enough to understand what he’ll tell me, poyo.”
“Guess it’s really personal, huh?” Fluff mentally patted himself on the back for changing the subject. Maybe this time Kirby wouldn’t pry for more information.
“No, I don’t think it is. He says it’s got something to do with puffball puberty, which I haven’t hit, poyo.”
“Oh, ok.” The two sat in silence after that, but it wasn’t a pleasant silence. It was the kind of silence that made you want to talk, even if there was nothing to be said.
Maybe he’s done-
“Back to the original subject; what kind of love are you thinking about, poyo?”
Yod yammit.
“Romantic love. There, happy?” Fluff tried to stop himself from sounding too blunt. He didn’t want to talk about this, but Kirby wouldn’t let up, even if he said he wanted to change the subject.
“Romantic love for who? I promise I won’t tell anyone, poyo!” Fluff furrowed his brows. He was going to dodge these questions for as long as he could.
“A friend.”
“Oooo!!!! Which friend, poyo!! There’s so many!!” Fluff was mentally cornered. He couldn’t say “a close friend” because that would narrow it down to maybe 3 people, of which Kirby could easily deduce who he had feelings for. He also couldn’t just repeat “a friend” because Kirby, while naive, isn’t stupid, and would narrow it down to those few close friends almost immediately. He couldn’t stay silent, because Kirby would think he struck a nerve or something and would most likely never bring up the topic ever again, which, while helpful in this situation, wouldn’t be in the future. He bit the inside of his cheek again and decided to take a risk. A calculated risk in the form of a puzzle, but a risk nonetheless.
“A pink friend.” Kirby tilted his head in confusion.
“Pink? That’s weirdly specific, poyo.”
“Mhmm.”
“Pink, huh... hmmm...” There was an unbearably long amount of silence between the two. Fluff couldn’t tell if Kirby was lost in thought or spaced out, and he really didn’t want to ask. He decided to throw in the towel, realizing this was getting nowhere.
“Y’know what, nevermind. Forget I-“
“It’s me, isn’t it.” Fluff felt his cheeks get hot.
“H-how did you-“
“Well, it’s not like you were super vague about that hint!” Fluff mentally hit himself for that one.
“...”
“Well, I’ve got a confession for you, poyo.” Fluff ran over the options in his head, all of which were bad. Kirby was probably going to say he didn’t love him back like that, and would prefer to stay friends.
Just get over the fact that he doesn’t like you back. He’s Kirby, he probably hasn’t had a romantic thought in his-
“I love you back. In a romantic way.”
Fluff was speechless. Completely taken off guard and a little shaken by the response.
“Y-you’re joking, right?”
“No? Why would I be, poyo?”
“I...”
“To tell the truth, I’ve been too cowardly to mention it. I-I mean, you’re a prince, poyo! I’m just a kid with superpowers, I guess. I always felt like I was waaaaaayyy out of your league and that, if I mentioned that I liked you, you’d shrug it off like it was nothing, poyo.” He paused for a moment, thinking.
“You were always so friendly with me, even when I was just some random stranger who got thrown into your world by accident. I-if I’m being super honest, I’ve had a crush on you since we made it to Treat Land all the way back when we first met, poyo.” The realization that, maybe, just maybe, Kirby was trying to flirt with him all those years ago made Fluff put his face in his paws.
“I can’t believe I didn’t realize it sooner...”
“It’s not your fault! I’m not super great at showing romantic love, poyo. I’ve only ever felt that kind of love once or twice before I met you, and I had no idea how to respond to it other than my usual acts of love!” Kirby gave him a smile, that adorable smile he gave everyone.
“S-so... uh... d-does that make us... b-boyfriends?” Fluff couldn’t figure out why saying those words made him unbelievably nervous.
“I think so!”
“W-what do b-boyfriends do...?” Kirby went silent, thinking on it.
“Well, Meta Knight and Dedede are gay, and they kiss each other on the lips a bunch.” Kirby could see Fluffs face go from blue to almost entirely red.
“U-u-uh... I-I don’t think I’m ready for that...” Kirby gave Fluff a small pat, smiling.
“We don’t have to then! What about an alternative?”
“L-like what...?”
“Nuzzling! I do it a lot with friends and it’s my way of saying “hello” and “I love you” in a platonic way, but we can make it romantic!” Fluff thought about it and decided that nuzzling was probably a good start.
“S-sure! B-but you’re going to have to demonstrate that. W-we don’t do that back in Patchland, I think.”
“Fine by me! Now sit still!” Kirby peppily scooted closer, pressed one of his cheeks to Fluff and nuzzled him. Fluff swore he could cook something on his face with how hot it’d gotten, yet at the same time, he loved this. Every second of it, while it made him more and more of a blushing mess, was wonderful to him. He decided to return the gesture, squishing his cheek against Kirbys and nuzzling back. Almost immediately he heard the low rumble of a purr. His face turned maxim tomato red upon hearing it. He’s never heard Kirby purr before, and good lord was it adorable.
“Y-you can purr???”
“Mhmm! All puffballs can, I think!”
“...I think it’s adorable...”
“Awww, Fluff!!!” Kirby nuzzled him a little harder, giggling.
“Well, my dear boyfriend, would you like to watch the stars with me?” Kirby giggled at Fluffs sudden flirtatious tone.
“I’d be happy to.” The two smiled, resting against each other, staring up at the night sky. Maybe it was just Fluff, but with Kirby around, the sky looked more beautiful that night than ever.
#fira knight screeches#firas box#fira makes braincells#THESE PUFFS GAY!!!!!!!!!!#anytime Kirby says something he doesn’t understand please imagine him saying it as nonchalantly as possible#he’s like ‘yeah idk what gay means but if it means I love you then yea!!’ and Fluff just has a heart attack on the spot /j#also RENAAA!!! RENA RENA RENA!!!!!!!! COME HERE!!!!#PSPSPSPSPSPPS MUTUALS EVERYONE COME HERE!!!!!! KIRFLUFF FOR YOU!!!! PSPSPSPSPSPSPSPS#long post#fira writes and bites
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The Eighth Child (~TUA AU~) - Season 2
Chapter 8: Twistin’ The Night Away
Warning: strong language, mention of alcohol.
(The Eighth Child Masterlist)
After we all ate and talked for a few hours (by the way I have no clue how Klaus felt so hungry after eating so much at breakfast), Allison took us to the beauty parlor where she worked, it was empty so we had the place to ourselves.
She put on some music and started combing Klaus' beautiful curls while I played a game with Vanya we used to play when we were kids: We put our hands together, palm to palm, and I have to pull it out before she can hit the back of my hands with hers.
- I'm so pissed at Ray - Allison sighed, maybe fueled by the booze - the nerve of that man! I mean, one thing goes wrong and he's on a warpath. Doesn't know who I am? No, Ray! You know exactly who I am! You just can't handle it... I'm protecting him.
- From what? - Klaus asked.
- The end of the world, for one! - She sneered.
- Is the world really gonna end in six days? - Vanya quirked her eyebrow skeptically.
- Well, it did last time and we did everything Five could think of to stop it - Allison shrugged.
- Hey, wouldn't it be weird if Five grew up all hot?
Klaus got up after refilling his flask, I was about to scold him for drinking too much, but I was also drinking so...
- I think this is not only possible, but likely - I agreed - he's a very cute kid.
- What? - Vanya winced.
- Ew! - Allison shook her head.
- Oh, ew? Please... Miss "Luther was my lover" - Klaus laughed.
- We have never even kissed! - Allison shouted.
- Yeah, but you guys were making little sick moon-dog eyes at each other all through puberty, and breakfast, and all that...
- You're one to talk, mister! You and your "Liebling" can barely keep your hands off one another, and don't think I don't hear you guys in the bathroom!
- You can hear that? - I widened my eyes in terror.
- It's impossible not to! You're not as quiet as you think... And growing up you were no better than me and Luther, you didn't let go of each other for five seconds! I remember all the baths and the sneaking into each other's rooms.
- Aren't we all brothers and sisters? - Vanya furrowed her brows.
- Well... Technically... - Allison started but was interrupted by Klaus.
- Technically if you have to use the word "Technically" you're already in trouble... - He chuckled and then lifted me from my chair with his arms around my waist - And I am in the biggest of troubles, right, sexy?
- Stop that! - I covered my blushing face - We were literally born on opposite sides of the world.
Vanya looked at us giggling slightly, it must be really weird to her... We were being a little careless dumping all this information on our amnesiac sister.
- Can we focus? - Allison got our attention - Clearly we're not saving the world tonight, but maybe we can at least try to save my marriage!
- I mean, no one in this family is the most experienced relationship-wise - Klaus mocked - This one? In secret love with some farm frau.
- Her name's Sissy... - Vanya tilted her head.
- Which is an improvement on her previous love interest, the pervy serial killer who wanted to bang you both and beat you up...
- What? - Vanya jumped, fear in her voice.
- Later - Allison whispered.
- Meanwhile, I fell in love with a soldier who just punched me in the face because of internalized homophobia! Vicky had what? Three boyfriends in over thirty years of life and it never lasted over two months. Five was dating a literal mannequin and Luther won't admit he's in love with his sister.
- We're not biological! You know that better than me... - Allison mocked - You and Vicky seem to make it work, how do you do it?
- I think it's all about avoiding conflict - I fell back on the chair.
- That's right, when she gets upset with me, I speak a little German and charm her, no fight, no damage - Klaus had that shit-eating grin I love and hate at the same time.
- You asshole! - I punched his arm - When he's upset I just show the tiniest amount of skin and he forgets even his own name.
- You're right about that, darling - Klaus tried to pull my dress up to show more of my thigh, but I smacked his hand away.
- Oh my God... - Vanya laughed.
- See? That's what I want! - Allison pouted - I want to laugh at our problems, I want to feel free to say stupid things, to not be serious all the time, and have this connection. The way you look at each other is just...
- Ray is a great guy, Alli - I held her hand - but you can't expect to have with him in a little over a year what took me and Klaus almost three decades to build, it's not your fault or his.
- You're right - she pressed her lips together - it does take time...
- How do you guys deal with it? - Vanya asked - The time travel, seeing the dead, hearing people's thoughts, the end of the world...
- Well, I get really high - Klaus explained - Allison lies to herself, Vicky lives in the past pretending we are all still teenagers, and you suppress all of your emotions deep down until you blow shit up...
I looked over at him, that thought never crossed my mind before... Do I really do this?
- Yeah, I'd really like to not do this anymore - Vanya replied.
- You got six days, missy - Klaus crossed his legs and started playing with his hair.
- What the hell are we supposed to do with six days? - Allison scoffed.
- Party? - Klaus mumbled - I don't know...
- I'm gonna tell Sissy that I love her - Vanya sat up straight - I don't want any secrets.
- Yeah, you're right! - Allison got up - Cause, you know... If it's all gonna go tits-up the least I could do is be honest with my husband!
- Huh - Klaus stared blankly at himself in the mirror for a few seconds - I think I should go for it then...
- Go for what? - I furrowed my brows.
- Well, I have a little something I bought when I was in Egypt a couple of years ago, because it reminded me of you and how you always say my eyes look like emeralds. I've been carrying it around ever since, waiting for the right time to give it to you, but if the world is ending in six days... - Klaus reached into his pocket and grabbed a silver ring with an emerald surrounded by silver leaves.
- Klaus... - That's all I managed to say, I couldn't even breathe.
- Victoria Maria Hargreeves, you are the love of my life, the person I want to share eternity with - he got on one knee in front of me - will you marry me and make me the happiest man on this world that is very close to ending?
- Yes! - I screamed - Of course yes! Oh my... I can't believe you... Do you actually...?
Klaus just smiled, biting his lip as he put the ring on my finger.
- OH MY GOD! - Allison screamed, covering her mouth with both hands while Vanya looked at us agape - I told you this morning, Vicky! This was the proof you needed! I'm so happy for you!
Klaus dipped me like couples do when they are dancing and placed a passionate kiss on my lips while Allison and Vanya cheered and clapped with excitement.
- Klausie - I grimaced - as much as I love all of this... I think you should also face your cult.
- Aw, man... I hate group breakups, it's why I stopped dating twins.
- This family is amazing! - Vanya mumbled, making Klaus cackle hysterically.
- Let's not get ahead of ourselves - Allison joked.
She pulled me and Klaus into a group hug and he waved for Vanya to join us.
- Come over here, Vanny - he called - I love you guys so much!
She got up from her chair and we all held each other for a minute, feeling like the luckiest people on the planet.
- Oh guys! I love this song! - Allison ran to turn up the radio as "Twistin' The Night Away" started.
We all laughed and danced like nobody was watching, we did all the silly moves we learned from movies, messed around, jumped, twirled, and just let our bodies go with a wave of pure joy that took over every single one of us.
By the end of the song, Klaus started browsing through the stations looking for something he deemed appropriate, he stopped as we heard the beginning of "Witchcraft" by Frank Sinatra.
- Would you give your groom-to-be the honor of this dance?
- Hey, Vanya - Allison pulled her by the hand wanting to leave us alone - help me find some nail polish here in the back?
- Uh, sure... - Vanya looked a little confused.
Klaus took my hand and placed it on his chest, right below his shoulder, his fingers intertwined with mine, the other one went firmly around my waist as we slowly swayed, the ring on my finger shined against the sunlight coming through the window.
- Looks like Frank Sinatra is kind of our thing... - Klaus mused - Remember the wedding?
- Oh my God! You actually remember that?
- Of course I do, how could I forget? I already knew I loved you back then.
- Why didn't you say anything?
- For the same reason you didn't... - He touched my forehead with his - What a waste of time, huh?
- Don't even get me started!
- I still don't know what I did to deserve you, you can do so much better.
- I guess I'm just not that picky... - I teased.
Klaus kissed me and I could feel his laughter against my mouth. If tomorrow I woke up in a world without an impending apocalypse, no danger in sight and this was all a dream, it would still be the best dream I've ever had.
- Lucky me - he made me spin as the song came to an end.
- You guys are so cute! - Allison came back, followed by Vanya - Do you want me to paint your nails to match the new ring?
- Why not? - I grinned, sitting in front of Allison and placing my hands on her lap.
- Can you do mine after? - Klaus leaned over my shoulder - Do you mind if we match, Vicky?
- Not at all! It will be just like college...
We spend a few more hours chatting, doing each other's nails and telling Vanya some of our crazy stories, it was very funny to see her reaction to all of that mess.
As the afternoon started to become evening, I had sobered up and would be able to drive back to the mansion. Honestly, I was very scared of the cult, they seemed pretty much insane at first sight... But we couldn't run from them forever, even if forever is just six more days.
- Are you ready? - I held Klaus' hand as we stood by the front door.
- Ready as I'll ever be... - He sighed - Let's do this.
- Okay... - I took a deep breath and he opened the door.
Upon seeing Klaus everyone gasped, bowed and put their hands up, flashing their tattoos. He walked through them touching their heads gracefully. It was very creepy, but at the same time, it must feel good to have people get so excited when they see you.
- Daddy's home - Klaus murmured, people started to surround us - Destiny's Children, sit down, please. I have an important announcement.
Everyone obeyed immediately, I never imagined Klaus as a leader, but it seems like he is very good at it.
- This beautiful goddess you see by my side - Klaus looked at me and I felt the embarrassment eating me alive - is my fiancé, my prophetess, Victoria. You shall treat her with the respect and adoration she deserves. Anything she asks for, she shall have and in exchange, she will let her endless knowledge and light wash over you all.
Everyone looked at me in awe, my shy self wanted to vanish, but they seemed so devoted... It was almost endearing.
- Prophetess, it's an honor to see you again - the same man I met at the police station called - do you have any words of wisdom to offer? Please, bless us with your infinite brilliance.
Klaus looked at me and nodded, encouraging me to speak. Come on, I'm a marketing graduate goddamnit! I should be able to convince anyone of anything!
I searched in my mind for a song lyric that would fit in with their ideology, then it struck me:
- Live right now. Just be yourself. It doesn't matter if that's good enough for someone else... - I grinned and looked around, they were eating it up - It just takes some time, little girl, you're in the middle of the ride. Everything, everything will be just fine. Everything, everything will be all right!
- I love the little pop-rock twist - Klaus whispered in my ear.
Everyone cheered and fawned over me, I guess I could get used to that...
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As Time Goes By
Written for @spnabobingo.
Square Filled: Non Traditional Omega Traits
Title: As Time Goes By
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Word Count: 5425
Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
Notes: Special thanks to C and J for being absolutely amazing betas.
Part 1
When he entered his Pack territory and reached his home, Jared Padalecki was greeted by his family. His mother was emotional, his father was proud, and his younger sister Margaret punched him in the arm while welcoming him. They happily received the gifts that Jared had brought with him. They had dinner and everyone was sitting in the living room when it struck him that his brother was nowhere to be seen .
“Where’s Joseph?” Jared asked about his brother, as three sets of eyes went from joyous to sorrowful. He was immediately on alert. “Is something wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong JT. It’s just that he’s mated now.” Margaret answered, a hint of edge to her voice.
Jared was confused. Why didn’t his family seem happier? Wasn’t this supposed to be a joyous occasion? His brother was mated. “That’s wonderful. Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
No one spoke for a while as Jared looked at each one of his family members. He was missing something, something big. He felt uncomfortable with the fact that his family was hiding something about his brother. His impatience won out. “Well, would anyone bother telling me what happened?”
“He mated with Chad.” His mother spoke in a hushed tone as if she was referring to something sinful.
Now that … that was something he never expected would happen. Jared stared at his parents in shock. He had lived here until he graduated high school and went off to college. Being a male Omega, he had stayed home most of the time because his schoolmates would make fun of him. He also remembered how his brother was always there, protecting Jared from the bullies. It was expected that male Omegas should be submissive, one day to be the spouse of an Alpha and raising his babies.
But, his father Greg Padalecki, an Alpha, never discriminated against any of his children even if he was constantly given unnecessary advice by people about raising his children. All of his children went against the usual gender assignments, in that one son was a Beta, one an Omega and his only daughter was an Alpha. He raised them all with the same set of rules. He was strict about their studies and their playtime. But he was also loving and never stopped his children from exploring new facets of life. He motivated his kids to be self-sufficient and independent. He nurtured them to grow up to be independent persons, irrespective of their biology, and Jared's mother Sylvia Padalecki always pampered and showered the siblings with love and affection. All in all, Jared grew up to be a fiercely independent, and a very tall Omega.
Jared had a good childhood until he hit puberty. Then he suddenly hit a growth spurt, growing up to be a tall, gangly, big Omega with floppy hair. The only downside of being a tall Omega was that he was never courted. The thing was, even if Omegas had equal rights and were no longer looked upon as a birthing machine, prejudiced minds still lived in the society. Most of the Alphas wanted a petite, demure, and docile Omega for a mate. They didn’t like an Omega who was taller than them, or one who was independent and working. They wanted someone who would do as told and basically be their housekeeper and child-bearer. Jared wasn’t one of those .
Initially, he was upset that no one would want him. He never had a boyfriend and he never went on any date. There were Alphas in his school who would tease him for being tall and gangly . There were times that even Chad, his best, but most annoying friend, had managed to score a date and Jared was left on his own. No one had shown any interest in him. Not one ever desired to court him. “Who’d want the freak?” they’d whisper behind his back.
Those were the days when he’d run to his mother, crying his heart out, and seeking comfort in her arms. Those were the same days when Jared learned a very valuable lesson. Life sucked, but he had the control to turn it around. His father had always told him, “No matter your biology Jared, you don’t bow to anyone’s authority except for Pack Alpha and High Council. You’re an independent person with equal rights like that of any other werewolf.” And he had been inspired by those words. And Jared had lived by that gospel.
Their Pack didn’t allow Omegas to have higher education, so, after graduation, he had made the decision to leave the Pack and his home town of Overbrook to pursue higher education. His father had urged him to go to Australia where his maternal grandparents moved after retirement, to pursue a degree in architecture. His maternal grandparents had moved there after retirement, and would be happy to have Jared join them. It seemed like a safe destination as Packs in Australia were known to be much more progressive than American Packs. Fortunately, Alpha Anton had permitted him to leave the pack. It wasn’t as if he was a traditionalist. Alpha Anton was quite open in his ideology, but he had limits. Jared counted himself lucky to have been granted release by his Pack Alpha. He would have hated to be an outcast from his Pack.
Going to Australia had been a good decision. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have to face the same prejudice, being viewed as a freakishly large Omega , but it was bearable because he was relatively unknown to the people there and used scent blockers to hide his true nature. It was no one’s business to know that he was an Omega . His height and build were enough for him to easily pass as an Alpha or a Beta . Only those who got a close sniff at him would come to know about his true nature. However, no one bothered him for that. They did talk behind his back, but he just didn’t care anymore. He buried himself in his work and as long as he was doing a good job, no one bothered him at all.
Jared had gone on to become an architect, and a successful one. He had worked at various firms in Australia and also in the US, and was now looking to establish his own firm. He was back in Overbrook after being away for six years. It was a long time. Everything had changed, including his Pack Alpha. Back in high school, Jared had been side by side with his brother and never noticed any attraction between Joseph and Chad.
It baffled him because all this time never had he seen Chad and his brother even talk to each other so spending time together was out of question. In fact he specifically remembered Joseph complaining about Chad to him.
They were sitting in their living room, playing video games when his brother spoke up, “Why do you hang out with Chad?”
“What do you mean?” Jared replied, completely focused on his game.
“He’s an asshole. He’s always leering at the Beta and Omega girls.” Joseph answered. The disgust in his voice alerted Jared. Something was disturbing his big brother.
“Yeah, he’s a little annoying. But I don’t see why it should bother you. I mean not one of those girls has ever complained.”
Joseph remained silent at that.
“Is he hitting on someone you like?” Jared had deduced that must be the issue.
“Maybe,” Joseph had mumbled, and Jared had pushed him to talk to Chad about it. That had been the end of the discussion. The issue of Chad had never come up ever again.
“Wh...when ...how...when did this happen?” Jared finally found his voice.
“Two months after you left.” This time his father spoke. Jared looked at him to observe a poignant look on his face.
“Okay. I mean Chad is not exactly the kind of person everyone would be glad to associate with, but it must be good I guess. They must love each other if they mated.”
“That’s not the issue, Jared. Chad is a Beta and we all know he liked to fool around. It was just that on a full moon night, Chad was at the bar and no one knew what happened. But Randy, the bartender, said one moment Chad was flirting with a stranger and he saw them leaving together. The next thing they heard was a loud howling coming from within the woods. Those in the bar rushed towards the site and Randy notified Alpha Anton accordingly. By the time the Guards reached the site, all they saw was Chad, lying on the ground , bleeding and stabbed with a silver knife.”
Jared was horrified as he heard the account of the events from his sister. His family looked deeply disturbed while listening to the retelling of the account. He didn’t like the implications of it. His mouth dried up as he tried to swallow the lump in his throat. It made him sick to his stomach to think that something bad had happened to Chad. Sure, he had lost touch with all his friends, but it was Chad! His best friend!
“What happened?”
“He survived, Jared. He’s okay. It’s just that the attack left him wounded. The silver with which he had been stabbed penetrated his uterus and he was left a Beta without the ability to conceive. It wasn’t good, Jared . You already know the Murrays didn’t like Chad’s Beta status, and after the incident, they disowned him. His father proclaimed that a Beta son who couldn’t procreate was good for nothing. Alpha Anton decided to mate Chad with one of his guards so at least he would have someone to look after him. However, Chad didn't want to be mated. He was devastated, Jared. That’s when Joseph stepped in. We never knew he loved that boy. And he was ready to accept him, even after that incident. It took some time, but he eventually convinced Chad and they were mated.”
“What about the attacker though?”
“Some Pack members took off in direction of the scent of the attacker. He was a rogue human. The Human Council took matters into their own hand and decided to conduct a trial. He was found guilty on all charges and handed over to us to execute the punishment. We were shocked to know that Chad hadn’t smelled the human at first, but it seemed like the man had used the synthetic scent on himself to disguise as a were.”
Jared was satisfied with it. They had a peace treaty with the Human world. The Human Council was the authority that dealt with human miscreants, while The High Council was the authority that dealt with werewolves. They had a strict policy that anyone who violated the treaty or abused any species were to be handed over to the other council and they’d be dealt with accordingly. In this case, the guilty man would have been chased into the woods before being ripped apart into pieces, literally.
“So, they live separately in an apartment or something now?” By the look on his sister’s face, he knew there was more to the story than he was being told. “Come on, Marge, tell me.”
“After that incident, Chad was looked upon as a cripple. He was taunted by other Alphas as a good for nothing whore.” Jared’s blood boiled at the thought of Chad going through these things alone. Unaware of the emotions coursing through him, his sister continued. “ Chad wasn’t able to live here Jared. He shut himself in his house. It was affecting him deeply. So, Joseph decided to leave Pack Territory and settle down somewhere else. But Alpha Anton refused to let go of them. He was adamant that this Pack was the place where Chad would find peace and would heal. There was a heated argument between them. Alpha Anton gave Joseph an ultimatum that if he wanted to live elsewhere, he was to surrender his pack loyalty and leave this Pack immediately and to never step his foot back on Overbrook Packlands.”
“And you let him go? Why didn’t you tell me anything? What were you guys waiting for? I would have tried to convince either Alpha Anton to let them go, or Chad and Joseph to stay. I would have figured something out. Why did you keep such a big secret from me?” Jared asked his family, angry at them for not stopping his brother and Chad from leaving. Angry for not being told anything.
“You’d just settled down in your new life, JT. We didn’t wanna disturb you. Besides, you had to concentrate on your studies,” His father replied.
Rage was an understatement. How dare the Alpha be so heartless? How could he abandon his own pack members in times of need? Did he not have any heart? Would it hurt Alpha Anton to think about a single person for once instead of the entire Pack as a whole? He was furious. He needed some answers and he was gonna get them now. He stood up, determined to get some answers right away.
“So? You should have told me something...The Alpha, where is he? I wanna talk to him, right now.” Jared said.
“Jared stop, it’s late, besides…” But he didn’t care about anything else. He wanted to know what had prompted the Alpha to take such an extreme step. He rushed out of his home without paying attention to his family’s warnings. He rushed to his car and drove hastily towards Ackles mansion.
Once in front of the house, he parked his car in front of the gate, not caring about anything, and walked down the front path towards the door. He rang the bell. No one answered so he started banging on the door. A minute later, he heard footsteps and he stepped back as a man opened the door. That was the moment that Jared’s life changed forever. Because standing across him was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
The man was dressed in grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair was spiked, and he was wearing glasses. Even in the dim light reflected on his face coming from the foyer, Jared could spot the freckles dusted around his nose and cheeks. Jared stood still as the earthy aroma washed over him with a hint of raindrops, wet soil, and thunder hit his nostrils. It wasn’t a scent of just any Alpha. Jared knew that scent. It was his favorite scent in the whole wide world. He looked at the man's green eyes and watched them go wide at the implication. A jolt of electricity rushed through him as he took in the man standing right in front of him.
“You..you’re...you are my…” Jared stammered, trying to spell the words out.
“True Mate, ” the man said.
“True Mate is something that is extremely rare and only happens to those who are destined to be together, two souls entwined by destiny to become one.”
Jared had only heard rumors of it. Living in Ackles Pack, there were plenty of elders who would entertain the kids with stories of True Mates and Eternal Love on a full moon night. No one believed it of course because the people of his age had never seen a True Mate . But they had heard that True Mates did happen and they had one in their Pack. The head Alpha, Anton Ackles and his Beta, Diane Ackles were True Mates. It was a story that Jared’s generation had heard, that the pair had mated within days of knowing each other. The pull was too strong for them to resist it. They said it’s like your soul has found its other half and it aches to be joined as one.
However, in Jared’s case he had completely let go of the idea of ever being mated to anyone. All his life he had heard the slurs, “No one wants a freak Omega.” Sure enough, no one had wanted him. He had tried his best to be desirable, but the Alphas had never given him a second thought. It had been his dream, ever since he found out he was an Omega, to find a mate, have kids, and settle down with a job and house with a backyard, maybe with a swing. But then, life happened and all his dreams were shattered. He had even prepared his parents to see their beloved son remain single, for all of his life.
After going through all that, he had almost given up on ever getting together with anyone, yet suddenly he had stumbled into his True Mate. He had been on his way to Ackles Mansion to demand some answers from the Alpha for throwing out his brother and his mate just because they wanted to move away from the Packlands. He had been determined to get his curiosity satisfied, when the door had opened and with one sniff of the scent, he instantly knew. As if Jared wasn’t already gone for the most beautiful man he had ever seen, the man also had a strong, husky voice that immediately did things to Jared's most intimate body parts. The next thing he knew he was barely trying to keep it together when the man stepped forward and Jared automatically took a step back. He could smell the Alpha pheromones that the man was giving off, and it made his dick take an interest. He was embarrassed, standing in front of the Pack Alpha’s home and getting a hard on. He really was a freak.
“You’re beautiful,” the man said.
It made him blush. He knew he must look like an idiot. He needed to say something before the man decided that Jared wasn’t worth it. The idea made him think back to all the bullying he had suffered at the hands of other Alphas when he was in high school. Those memories themselves were like being doused with a bucket of cold water and he immediately came to his senses. This man must be making fun of him. Of course, because everyone had always said that Jared was a good for nothing Omega who no one ever wanted. The look on his face must have given away his nerves as the man took Jared's hand in his as his thumb slowly circled the knuckles and the mere touch of skin on skin sent a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. He was well and truly fucked.
“Believe me, you’re the most beautiful thing I ever had a chance of coming across. I’m not making fun of you. Promise.”
At those words, Jared snapped up his head and stared at the man as if he was speaking in an alien language. Was this for real? Could the Alpha read his mind already? Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he had spoken these words out loud when he saw the man throw his head back and give a hearty laugh.
“Aren’t you the cutest thing?” The Alpha then proceeded to close the distance between them and planted a lingering kiss on his cheek. Jared was rooted to his spot, completely awestruck and stunned to his very core.
No one had ever been so sweet to him. Scratch that, no Alpha had ever touched him, let alone kiss him, even on his cheek. He felt the Omega in him bouncing with happiness, but the human in him was still trying to comprehend the strange and sudden turn of events.
“Oh, where are my manners, I find my mate and all I do is act like a knot head. I’m so sorry.” The Alpha spoke softly, trying his best to keep his actions as gentle as possible so as not to startle Jared. As if he would run toward the hills the moment Jared was out of his trance. Jared watched as the Alpha ran his hands through his hair, inhaled loudly, and took a step back. “I’m sorry, it’s just your scent...Anyway, I’m Jensen, by the way” the Alpha offered his hand to Jared to shake.
Jared looked at the hand and then back at the man er...Jensen. He took in the man standing in front of him and decided to take a shot. He shook the hand and found it had a strong grip.
“I’m Jared.”
“Hmm..Jared,” Jensen almost purred, smiling seductively at him. “Well, you must be new to the Pack. What are you doing here at this time of the night?”
Jared had a hard time trying to remember why he was here. But it clicked and he sighed as he spoke. “I wanted to speak to the Pack Alpha.”
Because he had been away for more than five years, he didn’t know the many changes that had happened within the Pack. That was why he was surprised once again when Jensen chuckled and said, “Well, you’re speaking to him.”
Jared was sure he must look like a dork when he almost squealed, “Whaaat?”
“I haven’t seen you around, are you visiting the Pack or something?”
“Umm..no, I’m ...I’m actually the son of Alpha Greg Padalecki.”
“Oh, so you’re the elusive Omega son that was shipped away to pursue higher education. I’m happy to finally meet you.”
“Likewise. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were the new Alpha, ” Jared said, once again cursing himself for acting stupidly.
“It’s okay. God, you look so adorable when you blush.”
“I do?” It seemed like his brain to mouth filter wasn’t working anymore.
Jensen laughed once again, his voice booming deep from within his chest.
Jared was once again struck with lightning. This man was invoking something deep within him. No one had ever made him feel like this. It was like Jared couldn’t stop himself from being attracted to this man. Never in his life had anyone shown any interest in him and all of a sudden this guy barges into Jared’s life - more like he barged into Jensen’s - and boom...his world turned upside down.
“Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re gorgeous, Jared.”
Not only was this Alpha super-handsome, but he’s also openly flirting with Jared. Jared was quite stunned and he doesn’t know how he should tackle this situation. It's the first time someone’s flirting with him!
“Oh, you’re adorable. Just my type actually.” Jensen spoke, clearly checking Jared out as he gave him an appraising look. Jared blushed a shade of deep red that seemed to be very fascinating to the Alpha. “Go out with me.”
This was a dream. Jared was sure of it . His eyes went wide, eyebrows rising up, and he had to stop himself from opening his mouth like a fish . “Come again?” Because he must have heard wrong.
“Go out on a date with me. Just once, please?” Jensen asked, his voice gentle, like if he spoke up Jared might just run away .
“You...Jensen Ackles, Alpha of the Ackles Pack, want to go out on a date with me? Really?” Jared asked, pointing fingers at Jensen and then at himself as he spoke. He was having a hard time believing it all. Why would an Alpha, Pack Alpha nonetheless want to go out with him when he could have anyone who he wanted? Surely there must be plenty of Betas and Omegas ready to beg and fall on their knees to score a date with him. So why was the Alpha insisting on going out with him ? With Jared, who was an overly tall, well-muscled, and independent Omega. He was nothing like the docile Omegas that others wanted.
“Well yes, why? Do you have a policy of some sort that you don’t go out with Pack Alphas?” Jensen’s face was both curious and amused at the same time. Jared was sure he was making a fool out of himself. Well excuse him, he’s still having a hard time understanding the fact that he’s just getting asked out by an Alpha for the first time in his life.
“No, it’s just, Alpha’s usually want a small, petite, and demure Omega. And I’m the exact opposite of that. So, I’m not so sure you really wanna go out with me, ” Jared shrugged as he replied.
“Not all Alphas clearly. I’m an Alpha and I want you. You’re stereotyping us a bit. In fact, I’d like to publicly court you. I’m sorry if you had a different impression. I agree most of us are stupid knot heads and think with our lower brain, but if you give me a chance you’ll find out I was raised differently and I’d like to show you that an Alpha really can be patient and caring.”
Jared was having a hard time breathing. There was a vast difference between Jensen dating him and Jensen wanting him and courting him. He didn’t know why but he wasn’t ready to refuse. His Omega won’t allow. “Okay. One date. Let’s see how much patience you've got.”
“Wonderful. How is tomorrow for dinner? You aren’t busy, are you?”
“Dinner is good.”
“That’s great. So, I’ll pick you up in the evening?”
“You’ll pick me up? I thought we'd drive separately and meet somewhere ”
“Nah...I asked you out, didn’t I? And if I’m asking you out on a date, then it’s my responsibility to pick you up. It’s common courtesy. Besides I’d like a chance to impress you.”
That was some weird ass logic. “You wanna impress me by picking me up from my home?” Jared quirked up his eyebrow once again.
“Well Mr. Padalecki, I come with secrets.”
“Do you now?” Jared was now full on leering as he took in his fill and smirked at the excited Alpha.
“You’re about to find out. Anyway, so what brings you here. Oh I’m so sorry, it’s late in the night and I didn’t even ask you to come in. Please, I…”
“It’s okay. I mean, it wasn’t that bad, talking to the Alpha in his front yard. It scored me a date.” Sometimes Jared wondered why his brain to mouth filter stopped functioning when it was really needed.
“Well, you must have something important if you came up at this time of the night.” Jensen insisted, a hopeful look on his face.
“You’ll find out tomorrow in that case. We aren’t going anywhere, are we now?” Jared said. He was sure that the Alpha would give up within minutes. And one of the reasons would be Jared’s bratty mouth.
“Ouch. I can see you have sharp teeth, Omega.” Jensen almost purred, hinting at something far more between them that just dates.
“You have no idea what else I’ve got hidden inside my pocket, Alpha.”
“I’m eager to find out. See you tomorrow, Jared.”
“I’ll be waiting. Goodnight, Alpha. Hope you sleep well. Sweet dreams.”
Saying that, he walked out of the mansion, back down the path, and hopped into his car, heading home.
Jared was dazed as he entered his living room where his family was waiting for him. They started questioning him the moment he stepped in. He blocked out the voices and headed for the couch and flopped down, elbows on his knees, head down and his hands scratching his head.
“Jared, what happened?” His mother asked, while his sister spoke rather loudly, letting her Alpha voice out. “What did the Alpha say?”
His father seemed to be the only sane-minded one. “Jared Tristen Padalecki, what the Hell were you thinking, barging into the Alpha’s home so late at night without any prior intimation. Where are your manners?”
Jared knew they were speaking to him, but his mind was still replaying his conversation with Alpha Jensen Ackles. What the Hell just happened?
“Alpha Ackles asked me out on a date.” He whispered, thinking that if he said it out loud it wouldn't be real anymore.
“What? What are you talking about?” Margaret perked up immediately.
“I have a date. With Jensen Ackles.” This time, he said it out loud. He was freaking out internally. He had never been on a date, let alone with an Alpha.
Dead silence followed the announcement. It was eerie and it made him more uncomfortable so he looked up only to be greeted by surprised faces, some of them staring at him wide- eyed with mouths hanging open. “Say something, guys.''
His father was the first to recover . Greg Padalecki cleared his throat, trying to comprehend what his son had just told them. “JT, details.” His voice was deliberately neutral.
“The new Pack Alpha...I went to talk to him. He opened the door when I knocked and...and…” Jared couldn’t complete the sentence as he was at a loss of words as to how he should tell his family that not only did he score a date with the Alpha, but he had also found his True Mate.
“JT, you know, you can tell us.” His mother spoke softly and sat down next to him, soothingly running her hand against his back, trying to calm him down. It seemed to work as he started to relax under her touch. It was a habit of his, only his mother knew how to calm him down when he was agitated.
“ Mama,” he looked at her, seeking comfort, and her small smile encouraged him to explain further, “I found my True Mate.”
His father gasped and his sister squealed while his mother promptly burst into tears.
“Oh JT, I’m so happy for you!” Sylvia Padalecki spoke, full of emotion, as she hugged her son. Her happiness knew no bounds as she had hoped and prayed hard that her sweet Jared would find happiness one day. As he grew up, she had given up hope that her younger son would ever settle down. But now as she sat there listening to the words that her ears had been desperate to hear, all the bound up emotions that had held her strong until now burst open.
Jared felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see his father smiling and his eyes shining, “Is Alpha Ackles…?”
“Yes, Dad. It’s Jensen. He’s my True Mate.”
“So it’s Jensen, huh, ” Margaret teased her older brother, all the while she sat giggling on the chair next to the couch.
“Shut up, Marge,” Jared said, good naturedly, no doubt feeling a little warm whenever Jensen’s name was mentioned. And he seemed like a cool guy. Even with all the freaking out, Jared still felt a twinge of excitement run through his body. He was nervous, but he also was looking forward to getting to know the man.
Jared spent the next hour or so answering the questions of his family members, and then trying to calm his sister down when she started planning their wedding. He also had to sit there and try not to run as they all immediately started discussing the names of their future babies.
“How about Ronald for a boy and Regina for a girl?” Greg perked up in the discussion, unable to hide his happiness at the good news.
Jared flushed, “Dad, not you too.”
Greg laughed as he saw his son hide his face behind his hands. He too had given up hope that his middle child would settle down. He always felt a little sad whenever he thought of Jared living his life without a mate. His heart hurt every time he thought about how Jared would never be able to experience the love, companionship, and happiness that comes along with being mated. And now to find out that his son had stumbled upon his True Mate, it was an extremely happy occasion. Especially because it was none other than Jensen Ackles. Greg had watched the man closely for the past two years. He even had an opportunity to work with the Alpha when he created a select committee to review all the archaic laws that the pack followed, and ordered the council to work on abolishing them and modernizing the Pack Law. Greg found him to be a formidable wolf. Jensen was also a kind, patient, and caring young wolf. He was an exceptional leader and a gifted fighter. If there was one wolf who could heal Jared’s wounds and give him the love and happiness he deserved, it was definitely Jensen. Now that he thought about it, Jensen and Jared would make a lovely couple.
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Can I have all for Apollo? (the 40 ask ^^) and if you want too, Anika too 😘
I went in game just to take this picture. Spoilers bellow, be warned.
For Anika and Apollo
1. How does your character sleep? Peacefully, fitfully? What position do they sleep in? What is their typical bedding like?
Apollo:
Mostly dreamless. He has insomnia, and has a hard time getting to sleep, he tends to check on his brother often, as their rooms are side by side, he can hear when Arlo is having a particularly bad night and that interferes with his sleep. When he dreams it’s nightmares. His bedding is blue, obviously, fluffy and cool.
Anika:
She’s a heavy sleeper and goes to sleep quickly. She has a lot of blankets and is a blanket hoarder, she’s also a little spoon. Since her mother passed away she has a lot easier time sleeping, I guess her worries have evaporated, even if she feels someone else’s worries now.
2. Does your oc have dreams or nightmares? What are they like? Is there a recurring one?
Apollo:
His nightmares often involve a much worse outcome of the “accident”, usually it ends with Arlo’s death. Though Arlo’s survival was not without it’s consequences, in his nightmares they always fail to save him, and he often dies. Another variant of the dream has Arlo surviving and killing Apollo, telling him all those painful words they throw at one another like jabs and jokes despite the fact that they really can’t stand eachother.
Anika:
Her nightmares are actually strange. Though this has never happened to her, she often has nightmares of being chased and raped. She hasn’t told her father, nor Apollo about it. She has these types of dreams because she fears being manipulated and controled once more, like she has been in the past.
3. How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?
Apollo:
As a kid, Apollo was pretty easy to annoy, currently he has a lot more patience. He’s a smart kid, so his biggest annoyance is flat out stupidity. people who try to debunk scientific facts like anti-vaxxers and flat-earthers and supernatural deniers will have him fuming.
Arlo also annoyed him, he used to believe Arlo was an asshole, a racist and a stupid idiot. But kids grow up. Arlo still annoys him, but because he doesn’t want to keep living.
Anika:
She’s pretty hard to annoy, but a pet peeve of her would be chewing with your mouth open. Like, close your mouth, you gross pig, no one needs to know what the fuck you’re digesting.
4. How does your oc view housework? Do they absolutely hate it? Do they enjoy having their surroundings neat and tidy or do they not notice?
Anika:
She enjoys having her surroundings clean and tidy, but she has had and does have a maid who cleans up her house everyday. But she does well in Domestic Economics and is not the type to try and shoehorn her duties when it’s her class’s week to clean their floor.
Apollo:
He likes organization and tidyness, so he cleans up pretty well and is comfortable with doing chores. Arlo annoys him on this, as Arlo barely ever cleans up after himself, he usually yells at Arlo over it, but then he feels guilty as he knows why Arlo is like this.
5.Your oc has to make something for an art exhibition. What would they make? How terrible is it? Would they enjoy making it?
Apollo:
He’s go for a more scientific exhibihit. Probably do something related with stars and the solar system. He’d actually be pretty good at it, Apollo is a bit of a natural genius and is usually “good at everything”.
Anika:
An acrilyc painting, stylized art. She likes painting women, usually black women, and especially faces, spcifically stylesed with a french animation touch to it, like if DC met japanese manga. She’s not amazing at it, not as good as her own mother who was a great artist, but she’s pretty good.
6. What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?
Apollo:
He does not swear unless extreme emotions are at hand. As a kid he used to curse, but as a teen he doesn’t feel the need to.
Anika:
Proper, but this time associated with her education and status. She tends to look the way she talks and her vocabulary is posh and very proper. She’s as “british” as you get when it comes to her speech.
7. How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?
Apollo and Arlo (Bonus):
For this one I have to compare Apollo to Arlo. Apollo’s voice is very sweet, calm and mellowed. He tends to speak more mature and it shows in his voice. As a kid he had a high pitch, tended to sound like a little girl, but when he hit puberty, he hit pubery. His voice is like the VA Aranas, from Skyrim’s interesting NPCs. He speaks much like Valgus if Valgus was more temperamental: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-3Jo_zoiJs
Arlo as a kid had the same voice as Apollo, but tended to talk brasher which made his voice even more annoying and high pitched. After his accident, when puberty hit, his voice became much more raspier and deeper than Apollo’s. He doesn’t speak much so he has a “smoker’s voice”. Arlo sounds like Fenris from Dragon Age: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXKcBAwSpzo
Anika:
Her voice is very open and clear. She tends to slurr her words, which makes Arlo refer to her as “mouthbreather”. She kinda sounds like Gal Gadot if she spoke like Kristen Stewart.
8. Is your oc more likely to follow instructions exactly, throw them out and figure it out on their own, or make it all up? What are the results like?
Apollo:
Apollo always follows the instructions to the word, and usually it turns out exactly as instructed. If the instructions are wrong, it’ll turn out wrong too. He’s pretty good at it though, and you can bet he’ll put an IKEA shelf together.
Anika:
Anika is a bit 50/50. She mixes a bit of instructions with instinct. Usually she gets off pretty well.
9. Is your oc afraid of touch or do they actively seek it out? Is there a reason for this? What are the exceptions?
Apollo:
He’s pretty positive to touch, and actually seeks it. The person he most enjoys touching and being touched by is, without a doubt is Anika. It’s more than sharing a heart, they are just compatible.
Anika:
Anika is a bit more privy to touch. Her parents were never particularly affectionate with her, and she is ticklish. The exception is Apollo and her mother, when she was alive. She enjoys Apollo’s touch, and she enjoys touching him.
10. How is your oc about medical care? Do they avoid any form of healthcare that they can, do they seek it out over every little scrape? Do they treat their injuries/illness all by themselves?
Apollo:
Apollo does seek doctors, he actually wishes to study to become a doctor. It’s an objective of his, so he is a strong supporter of the healthcare system.
Anika:
She hates hospitals as much as the next person who has had a chronically and terminally ill family member. But if she’s really hurt and can’t fix it herself with magic, she does go to doctors.
11. How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?
Apollo:
He is very competitive, and he is competitive with everyone, especially Arlo, though these days Arlo proves little of a challenge. Apollo is very skilled, and he works very hard to be so, he’s a natural born genius, and he’s also very responsible and determined, which helps. He always has to win and when he doesn’t, it upsets him. He’s bad dealing with frustration, something Arlo beats him to. The only two things he looses at are being the oldest, Arlo is older than him by two minutes, and magic. In raw power, Arlo can wipe the floor with Apollo’s arse.
Anika:
Anika has never been competitive. As an only child she’s never had reasons to be best at anything as she was the only one. As long as she worked hard and had good grades, all was good with her parents, So, most competitions are for the fun of it.
12. How skilled at lying is your oc? How frequently do they lie? For what reason? What situations would be the exception?
Apollo:
He is a terrible liar. He couldn’t lie for the life of him, so he usually doesn’t. He’s pretty honest with everything, and only lies when trying to protect someone.
Anika:
She’s a good liar, so and so. She couldn’t trick a skilled detective, but she’s good enough at lies to get herself off the hook and get her way.
13 . What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?
Apollo:
Pretty good. Apollo, like his father, is immune to most illnesses, virus basically brush through him like the flu, though he does get sick on occasion. He however is blind as a bat, and without contacts or glasses all he sees are blotches of colour.
Anika:
She has always had a tough immune system. Probably because she has spent a lot of time in hospitals with her mom, she’s caught all type of bugs, and these days is pretty tough to most of them.
14. Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?
Apollo:
He wears contacts just for the aesthetic, but also because as he plays football, it’s safer if he uses contacts instead of his glasses. His glasses would be much more practical though, as his contacts don’t have the strength he needs, and they don’t have the colour correction his glasses do for his color blindness.
Anika:
That nose ring, anything that makes her look “witchy”. And she does wear box braids just for the aesthetic.
15. If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?
Apollo:
A stetoscope. He’s a doctor, a magical doctor but still a doctor. Though he dreams to be a doctor and prefers to aid and heal those around him.
Anika:
A star wand. She’s a spellcaster, one who enjoys using her magic to grant wishes, both her own and those of those around her.
16. If your oc could only eat one thing for the rest of their life (while miraculously not suffering from malnutrition), what would it be? Does this match their favourite food?
Apollo:
Pizza. It’s his favourite food.
Anika:
Ice-cream. Though not her favourite food, the amount of flavors and ways you can eat ice-cream pleases her.
17. How prepared is your oc? Ready for the worst no matter what, or completely lost in every situation? Would they have a medkit when it was needed? Would they have an umbrella if it rains?
Apollo:
Super prepared. Now more than ever. He’s always ready for the very worse situation. That’s why he’s the “mom” friend.
Anika:
50/50. She usually gets ready for a bad outcome, but she’s not the type to walk around with an umbrella if the weather forecast said it would be sunny.
18. How charitable is your oc? Or are they more stingy with their resources and money?
Apollo:
Apollo is stingy. He does give away things if he really doesn’t need them anymore, and he’s usually careful so when he gives something away it’s practically new, but giving money is a no.
Anika:
She is charitable, but much like Apollo, she’s more into giving away needed goods like food, meds and clothes, and not so much money. In the middle of a crisys you’d see her volunteering and giving away tons of food and first need goods, but don’t expect her to donate money anytime soon, even if it’s for a cause she believes in.
19. If someone was describing your oc to someone who had never met them, what distinguishing features would they mention? How would one identify your oc in a crowd?
Anika: Apollo is that tall black haired with sharp green eyes. He is will be wearing blue, he always does. He might be wearing glasses if he’s out of contacts. He stands out, tall like a pole.
Apollo: Black girl, black hair, sometimes braids her curls, has the most beautiful black eyes you have ever seen. Always wears yellow or violet. Loves highwaisted everything. She’s always wearing these star earrings, impossible not to spot her in a crowd. Her eyes are like the core of a star, they’re beautiful.
19. Does your oc have any pleasure that embarrasses them so they keep it secret? Or are they open about all the things they enjoy?
Apollo:
Yoga. He does yoga, in leggings. He won’t admit he likes it, and if you ask he’ll deny it. But he likes yoga.
Anika:
Three words. Rainbow, Unicorn, Onesie. It’s fluffy, it’s colourful, she loves it, but won’t be caught dead wearing it publically and if you ever catch her, she’ll deny it.
20. What is your oc’s stamina like? Would they be able to run a marathon, or not run at all? What about walking/another physical activity? How are they with exercise in general?
Apollo:
Has energy to spare. Plays in the school football team, plays basket and jogs regularly. He could run a marathon and has great grades at Gym class.
Anika:
A-okay. She likes football, could probably score well at the mile. Not a marathon fan and doesn’t like running, but does well enough at exercise.
21. How long can your oc stay focused on one task before they get bored? Do they constantly have to switch things up or do they hyperfocus? What sort of things is it the opposite for?
Apollo:
Apollo can focus pretty well at tasks. He doesn’t hyperfocus and sometimes needs to switch things up a bit so he doesn’t bore, but can focus pretty well at the task at hand. Unlike Arlo, he has no attention span issues.
Anika:
She can stay focused at anything related with magic and art, usually hiperfocuses at easal as it’s her go to stuff. Movies and television bores her and she can’t watch a movie all the way to the end, same with books. Though she enjoys reading, it’s very hard for a story to hold her longer than a few chapters.
22. What is the most annoying sound to your oc? What’s the most pleasant? Is there any reason?
Apollo:
Dogs barking. Like his father and brother, he is not a dog fan, so he hates the sound of dogs barking or howling.
He finds the sound of birds very soothing.
Anika:
The sound of someone chewing drives her up a wall. She hates it.
Much like Apollo she enjoys the sound of birds and leaves rustling.
23. What smells bring back specific memories to your oc? What are those memories like?
Apollo:
The scent of earth and plants always remind him off his dad and their garden. Flowers too.
The scent of blood and flesh reminds him of the accident.
Anika:
The scent of lavender reminds her of her mother, the same with the scent of antiseptic. The later more specifically reminds her of her mother’s illness.
24. How jumpy or easily spooked is your oc? Do they have a fight or flight reflex to being startled, or are they never startled at all?
Apollo:
He isn’t easy to spook, but hearing people yelling puts him on high alert. A yell would activate his fight or flight/heal or kill response. But again, he’s very alert, so he isn’t easy to startle. Mom friend.
Anika:
Also not particularly easy to startle. You can’t exactly spook her with silly things. But lightening and fire do startle her and scare her, especially after the accident, as lightning and fire are Arlo’s main magical elements. If she gets scared her fight and flight reflex is very present and her first reaction is to run and then fight.
25. How polite is your oc? Do they do everything with the utmost courtesy, or do they completely refuse to say please and thank you?
Apollo:
He’s pretty polite. He doesn’t do everything with the utmost courtesy, but he does have his manners. At first contact he is always polite, but if you behave rudely towards him, he’ll answer in the same coin, though he rarely swears.
Anika:
Anika is always polite and proper. She doesn’t easily bend to insults, she is used to them, so she always answers with courtesy. She finds proper ways of making things clear to those being complete assholes.
26. How flexible is your oc? Can they touch their toes or do they have trouble just sitting down because of how stiff they are?
Apollo: Very flexible. He does yoga to calm himself, as he is terrible at dealing with frustration and he has a bad temper. So he can bend pretty well anywhere.
Anika: She is also quite flexible. As a young girl, she used to do ballet before her mother got sick and as she enjoys sports, she never really lost that flexibility.
27. What is your oc’s typical walking like? Do they speed-walk everywhere, do they take quick short steps or long paces? On their tiptoe, the sides or heels of their feet? How loud are their footsteps?
Apollo: Long quick steps. He’s tall so he does take very long steps, but he also is loud. He has heavy and loud footsteps, as if he’s always in a hurry.
Anika: Her steps are shorter, but also loud and quick.
28. If your oc was in a video game, what would their idle animation be? (When the player stays still for too long, the animation that plays.)
Apollo: He’d be shifting weight between his heels and he’d be crossing his arms and looking around annoyed that he’s standing around doing nothing.
Anika: She’d be putting her hand on her waist and shifting weight, checking her nails and hand back to waist.
29. What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?
Apollo: This one a bit unfair because Apollo is a natural born genius and that boy knows a bit of everything. It’s annoying at times.
Anika: She knows a lot about magic and art. She even knows more about magic and art than most people you know. It’s actually debated rather or not she should become a sage, for all her skill and ability.
30. What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?
Apollo: He’s pretty much a morning person and always gets up at 7 am straight regardless of tiredness degree.
Anika: She’s more of a night-owl and likes to laze in bed in the morning. She’s the type to wake up and spend at least 15 minutes in bed awake getting mentally ready to get up.
31. What five ingredients would you throw into a cauldron to make a potion based on your oc? How would you cook/mix them? What would the potion do?
Apollo: Batteries, gray cat, an Oxford compedium of medecine, a beaker, a football.
Anika: A unicorn, a magic wand, a fantasy book, balett shoes, an easal.
32. Describe your oc’s favourite environment. Urban or rural? Wild or controlled? What’s the climate like?
Apollo: He likes cities. Large cities full of people, the noise of cars and sirens in the background and the sound of people talking. He loves libraries as much as he loves stadiums, this is why he loves cities, because you have a bit of everything.
Anika: She has lived on the countryside her whole life, so that’s what she is used to. She enjoys the quiet and the fresh air,
33. What would someone blackmail your oc with? Would they be successful in getting what they wanted?
Apollo: His siblings and Anika. You could blackmail Apollo with things related with the wellbeing of Arlo, Syra or Anika and he’d do whatever you wanted. But that’s pretty much it. It’s hard to find other dirt on Apollo as he tends to be a “model” citizen and he’s too smart to let trail when he isn’t.
But with the wellbeing of his family, you’d be garanteed to get your way.
Anika: Once her mother and it was used to get their way. Currently depends, threatening her with Apollo could get your way, also threatening to reveal to her father what she and Apollo truly did that got her mother killed and nearly killed Arlo would also get your way, thankfully only three people know the truth, and that’s her, Apollo and Arlo and they’d rather keep that skeleton burried.
34. How easily does your oc get attached to things? Does everything have a sentimental value to them, or do they see nothing as more valuable than its practical use? What about with people/animals?
Anika:
She doesn’t get attached to things. She has always been pretty well off in life, so material goods is not something she ever struggled with. The only objects she’s very attached to are her nose piercing, Apollo gifted her, and her easal that used to belong to her mother.
As for people, Anika is very attached to the people she considers important, same with animals. She doesn’t like loosing people and has a certain dificulty with loss.
Apollo:
Apollo is stingy, so of course he is attached to objects. With him, any object he aquires must last as long as it’s decribed in it’s run time. He doesn’t like sharing and holds everything he owns as valuable.
As for people and animals. Apollo is less attached to people, he can shut people off his life with an extreme ease. Despite being very popular and loved by his class , his true friends are reduced. Despite feeling an extreme devotion and brotherly love for Arlo, Apollo doesn’t actually consider Arlo his friend.
35. How stubborn is your oc? Are they easily convinced of the opposite opinion, do they not agree but let it happen anyways? Or do they cause conflicts with their inability to budge in their decisions?
Apollo:
A natural born genius and leader, so he is often right on what he says as right. If you’re denying facts he will not step down from his opinion or his decision if he is sure he is right. But as a genius he actually can be quite reasonable and accept opposing positions as long as they make sense.
Anika:
Not stubborn at all. She likes to hear all points of a decision or opinion and will respect opposing positions. When coming to decisions, she usually prefers to make informed decisions, so she often waits until she has all sides of the coin known.
36. How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?
Apollo:
Not particularly well traveled. He has traveled to a parallel universe, but he’s been bound to a specific locations of this universe. Outside from this, only a student outing to Granite Falls.
He’d like to travel more. He wants to visit Mt Komorebi when he’s financially stable.
Anika:
Quite well traveled as a kid. Went to Oasis Springs, Del Sol Valley, Sulani and even mt Komerobi.
She likes traveling, but she’s perfectly fine staying at home.
37. What signs tell that your oc is nervous? Do they fidget, is it in their expression or the way they say things? Or are they very skilled at hiding it?
Apollo: It’s easy to see when he gets nervous, as his temper flares. He usually starts talking louder as if to get heard and he frowns profusely if nervous. He also fidgets his feet around and nervous taps. It’s clear in his expression.
Anika: When nervous she pulls on her lower lip repeatedly.
38. How superstitious your oc? Do they end up following them ‘just in case’? Or are superstitions incredibly important to your oc? What are some that they believe? What about the ones they don’t?
Apollo: Is not supersticious at all. His scientific and magical knowledge is too great for him to actually believe in supersticions. One supersticion he has however is that after 2:30 am nothing good happens. So because of this supersticion, when he’s on a night out, he usually returns home around 2, 2:30, but never stays past it.
Anika: Anika does believe in some supersticions. Namely the friday the thirteenth being a day of renewal and strong magic. 2020 being an unlucky number and black cats being the best familiars.
39. Are there any habits your oc has picked up from people around them? Do they know where they’re from? Does your oc try to stop themselves from doing it?
Apollo: He has picked Anika’s way of speach and expressions. He doesn’t stop himself from doing it.
Anika: She hasn’t really picked any habit from anyone. She’s pretty much her own self.
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Imagine Peter gets upset when you try to get a confession from a violent perp...
The fifteen year old boy sitting in the box had barely hit puberty. He looked terrified, and his cheeks were tear stained. You would never suppose he was the suspect in a serial rape murder case, but that’s exactly what he was. Each of the detectives had taken their rounds on the kid, and hadn’t succeeded in cracking him, and all you had in terms of evidence was circumstantial.
Peter had come in to check on the progress of the case, and once he heard this, he scoffed. “I can’t try him without a confession, I can give you until the end of the day, but if you don’t break him, we need to cut him loose.”
You turned to look at the boy and sighed. “I’ll give it a shot.”
The entire squad turned to look at you with wide eyes. You were his type, which was exactly why the squad hadn’t let you near him.
“Y/N...” Olivia said, almost as a warning.
“You want him back out on the streets?” You crossed your arms, a brow raised.
She sighed, knowing you were right.
You started unbuttoning your red flannel, leaving you in a tight white tanktop that accentuated your chest.
“Don’t you dare.” Peter grabbed your hand, not letting you turn into the room.
“Let me do my job.” You looked at him softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek before entering the room.
The boy looked up at you, his eyes widening, and eventually they landed exactly where you thought they would. Your breasts.
“Hey, sweetie.” You smiled softly, walking towards the table at which he sat. “You hungry?” You’d been holding a meal from the restaurant down the street in your hands, it was still hot.
“N-Not really.” He said, clearly flustered, his cheeks rosy.
You sat on the edge of the table, leaning down toward him slightly. “You’ve been here a long time, Dylan. Will you eat, for me?”
He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. “Alright.” He took the box from you, opened it, and chewed on some of the french fries inside.
You took a deep breath, and took your hair out of the ponytail it was in, allowing it to fall down on your shoulders. You used your hands to shake it out. He was staring at you.
“You okay there?” You giggled.
“You’re...really pretty.” He said softly.
“You think so?” You pretended to be flattered.
He nodded, popping another french fry into his mouth. “Yeah. I’m shocked you’re not married.”
You chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?”
He shook his head shamefully. “Girls don’t like skinny nerds, and i’m not into girls my age.”
“15 year old girls can be pretty immature.” You hopped off the table, and pulled up a chair next to him, propping your feet on the table. “I used to be one, so i’d know.”
“But girls your age don’t like me either.” His jaw clenched now, you were getting somewhere.
“How do you mean, honey?”
“I ask them on dates, and they just laugh at me.” He shoved his food away, slamming back in his chair with his arms crossed. “They could just politely turn me down, but they just...mock me. Call me a kid, tell me to run home to mommy...they think i’m a baby.”
“I don’t think you’re a baby.” You smiled at him.
He looked back at you, his eyes softer now. “Really?”
“Course not.” You gave a nod. “No, I think you could really make someone happy. Which must be why you get so upset when they turn you down.”
“They don’t know what they’re missing!” He said emphatically. “I could make them feel something they’d never feel without me. Love, pleasure...”
“So when they laugh at you...” You took a deep breath, leaning in close to him. “you snap.”
He stood up and threw his food across the room. “Those sluts got exactly what they deserved!” He screamed. “I don’t deserve to be laughed at! Mocked!”
“So what did you do to those girls, Dylan? To Kaya Thomas and Maya Ramirez?” You pressed.
“I choked them out.” He spat. “Raped them and threw them into the fucking ravine, like the garbage they were.”
There it was. Your confession.
“I had to!” He screamed. “Every time they laugh at me, I just see my mom.” Tears spilled down his cheeks. “Laughing at me, beating me, raping me.” He crumbled into a ball on the floor. “And I just feel like I ought to teach her a lesson...”
“So you do to your mom what she did to you.” You said softly, sitting next to him. “Except they weren’t your mom.”
He cried out, latching onto you and sobbing into your chest. “I-I come out of it a-and it’s never her, detective, it’s never mommy.”
You sighed, and rubbed his back. This kid had been tortured for years, and became so psychology fucked he’d done it to others. You felt a sick sensation of pity and disgust.
Once he’d calmed down, you left the room, the squad staring at you in surprise, but Peter was nowhere to be seen.
“Where is he?” You asked, sliding your flannel up your arms.
“Liv’s office.” Fin responded. “Hes pissed.”
“I bet.” You chuckled, turning away to head to the office.
“Nice job in there.” Fin shouted to you and you sent him a thumbs up as a thank you.
You stepped into the office, where Peter was pacing back and forth. When he saw you, he immediately started shouting. “What is wrong with you!?”
“What do you mean?” You asked calmly, shutting the door behind you.
“Going in there, seducing a teenage boy who raped and murdered two women who look just like you?” He said angrily.
“You mean getting a confession out of him?” You raised your brows. “Doing my job?”
“There were other ways!”
“No, not really.” You shook your head.
He put his hands on his hips, staring at you in frustration because he knew you were right.
You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “I was safe, and I’m perfectly okay. Okay?”
He shook his head. “You scare the shit out of me, Y/N Y/L/N.”
“But you love me.” You chuckled.
“Yeah.” His voice was softer now. “I do.”
You pressed a kiss to his lips, and he returned it.
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Scars (Axel Cluney/Zeitgeist x Reader)
Axel sighed as he and Domino entered the cafe, hoping to get some caffeine in them after a hard day of training from Colossus and that idiot, Wade.
“I'd much prefer energy drinks.” Axel muttered as he and Domino stepped in line and waited to be served.
“Yeah, well, Xavier said coffee might be better.” Domino shrugged.
Axel sighed and rubbed his tired eyes. He was kind of hoping to go back to his place and get some sleep before Colossus made them go hard again with even more training.
“Axel?”
The X-Force member turned at the mention of his name and his green eyes widened as he saw the familiar girl standing before him.
He remembered her. He had not seen her in six years.
Six painful years.
Six years of feeling like a complete shithead and guilty. Incredibly guilty.
And all those memories and feelings came flooding back.
“(Y/N).” he croaked. He cleared his throat.
“Long time no see, huh?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” he said, weakly.
He remembered walking with her along a quiet sunny beach. He'd been younger then and also very naïve about his future and also with himself. She had been so perfect in the summer sun. The sun rays radiating her skin in a beautiful haze.
Until...
They'd been talking. About what Axel didn't know but they'd been talking and then...
He'd began to feel weird. Something was not right.
“Axel? Sweetie, you okay?”
His hand flew to his mouth. His stomach was doing somersaults. Why not? Why was he going to vomit at this fucking moment?!
“Axel,” she said, staying loyally by his side. “Come on, babe. Let's sit you down, okay?”
“No.” he said as the sickening feeling wore off. “It's okay. I'm fine.”
“You sure? You look pale.”
He huffed a small laugh. “No more than usual.”
She smiled, too.
You couldn't believe your luck. Or anything really. He was standing right before you. Six years. Where had the time gone?
Was he still upset? Hurt by what had happened?
Surely not. Although, not seeing him for less than half a dozen years and him running in panic would just about do that.
You smiled at him.
Even though there were some things about him that had changed, he still looked the same as he had done since you'd last seen him.
Still ruggedly handsome. Shy and dorky.
Your eyes darted to the older girl next to him.
“Um,” you squeaked, suddenly becoming a little embarrassed. “I'm...am I interrupting something?”
“Oh, no. We were just getting something to drink. Um, (Y/N), this is Domino or Neena. She's a recruit like me and, Dom, this is (Y/N).”
“An old girlfriend, I presume.” Domino smirked. It didn't sound like a question.
“...Yes.” Axel blushed as you giggled.
“Well,” she said, pushing Axel move towards you. “I'll leave you to it.”
And with that she left. Axel looked at his colleague, aghast before slinking over to you. You lead him to your table.
“So,” he started.
“So,” you echoed, teasing him.
A silence fell between you two. Axel was not meeting your gaze. It seemed as though he was still feeling guilty after all these years.
“Axel.” you began. “I...you know, I don't blame you.”
He looked at you, bewildered. “Sure, you do.”
You reached out to him, unknowingly with that arm. Your touch made him tense up and glance warily down at your arm. The sleeve of your thin shawl had crept up revealing to him just what he had done to you.
“I don't.” you said, breaking the silence. “You didn't know that was going to happen. Nobody did.”
“(Y/N).” he whined. “I burned you. Look at this. How can you forgive me for what I've done to you?”
You had not expected it. You had sat him down after he had felt a little sick and just sat a few feet from the rolling tide and stared at the sunset. You were cuddled up to him, with his arm around you and just enjoying the comfortable silence and just being close.
Then it hit him again. The nausea.
He started retching. You were calling out to him, trying to get him to respond and calm himself. And then you reached your arm out to his shoulder to soothe him, and Axel's mouth opened and something clear fell from his mouth and splattered on your arm. It wasn't vomit. It was searing. Agonising.
You screamed in agony as you flung yourself away from him. You cried out, tears running down your face. Axel was calling to you...you think. You clutched your bicep, the only part that wasn't affected by...whatever had come out of Axel's mouth. The skin was becoming callous, eating away at the flesh.
What the fuck had just happened?
When you looked round to ask Axel to call an ambulance, you saw him running away, kicking up the sand as he ran.
And you never saw him again, but now you were determined to make amends and not let him go.
“Because I was never one to hold grudges.” you said, simply. “And I still don't.”
He stared at you, amazed at your forgiveness and your...understanding. “I'm sorry.”
“Don't be.” you said, stroking his tattooed arm. “Besides, I like to think of it as something to remember you by.”
“Don't say that. That really doesn't help.”
“Sorry but it has. Every time I see it, I'm reminded of how you were the one good thing in my life. I've missed you, Axel.”
“...I don't go by the name, now. Not all the time.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I call myself, Zeitgeist.”
“Wow. I like. So, are you part of some kind of Area 51 sch-tick or...?”
“You ever heard of the X-Men?”
“I think so. Is it like the Avengers?”
“Probably. Well, they have a...kind of programme thing for people like me. Mutants.”
“Mutants? That sounds a little harsh.”
Axel shrugged.
“So, now that you've told me, are you going to kill me, so I don't blab.”
Axel smiled and he clasped his hand in yours. “I would never do that to you.”
You smiled back at him.
“I've missed you.”
“Yeah...I missed you, too.”
“Nice tats, by the way.”
“Thanks. I'm thinking of getting another.”
“Yeah? Cool. And what's that above your top lip, pubic hair?”
Axel barked a laugh.
“Puberty hit ya hard, didn't it?” you joked.
“My god. You've not changed, (Y/N).”
“Neither have you. Mutant powers, tattoos and pubic hair moustaches aside.”
“Do you want to grab another coffee sometime?”
“Yeah, I would. Um, how about Sunday?”
“Yeah, if all goes well.”
“Good. Cause we have a lot to catch up on.”
“We do.”
Tentatively, he pulled your sleeve back, showing the cracked and old burnt skin that had scabbed your arm. You could see that he was still shaken up by it all but you didn't say anything.
You raised your free hand to his cheek and stroked the skin there with your thumb. He looked at you with watery eyes. Regret and remorse in his eyes. But he didn't need to say it. You didn't even need to voice your forgiveness again. You were thankful that he was back in your life.
“Want me to leave you two alone?” Domino smirked.
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56. Part 4
Placing Reign over my shoulder, Robyn is again being unfair and just loves listening to her own voice. Locking my car as I made my way to the home, I can literally hear Robyn outside this door “and where have you been mom? Seriously, I called you” rolling my eyes walking up the steps “here we go” I said to myself “I just needed some time to myself; I didn’t need anyone in my ear Robyn. That is all, I am back now so stop shouting. What is all the commotion outside I could hear you from here” placing Reign down on the couch, she is tired. Placing Reign on her side as I sat down on the edge “oh just Maurice hates the poor and I argued with him about it, that is all, no big situation at all. He is a stuck up drama queen, I can’t be bothered to deal with him” taking Reign’ shoes off “whatever Robyn, keep talking. Says the woman in her million dollar home in New York be quiet” Reign’ feet are all sweaty in these shoes “mom, he was so rude. He didn’t want anything because some poor people made it, he complained right from the start, shall we take a bodyguard, shall we not wear anything expensive. And then he made my family! My family, feel like shit for being poor, how is that even right? His pussy ass couldn’t even tell some kids off” placing Reign’ shoes on the couch “Robbie, calm down. Stop it now” turning while sat on the couch so I can see Robyn’ flustered face, she is just boring “you’re a hypocrite, fine whatever. You’re down for the people, I am not so what. You are just doing the most, I don’t care what you say or what you feel, I will never go back there, ever. Take it as you like. You are the same woman waltzing around with people with money, you are living with a maid and a fucking bodyguard yourself. You are disrespecting my life when you are fucking living it too, ok?” Terry looks so displeased, she just sighed out heavily “I didn’t want the maid!! You fucking bought it, like you do with everything. You are wrong Maurice, accept it, you are wrong. I felt it, I felt awkward and I know they did too. Stood there like a fucking plank of fucking wood watching with such a face on, they were nice to you” getting up from the couch “I wasn’t wrong, it’s not a good place and I said what I said. I am trying with you, I fucking tried!” why won’t she accept I tried “tried!? You should have stayed here, you’re only happy on your throne, your dad did the worst job with you” walking over to Robyn slowly “and still, you’re going to be in your Million dollar home” I stood in front of Robyn “at the end of the day you’re still going to be flying back in a private jet, this shit is irrelevant because your life is not the same, now lower your tone” Robyn mean mugged me “fuck you! Why are you even in this home, you hear this mom. He said I came here didn’t I, making out even this home is beneath him, why stay here?” rubbing my chin “you right, but seeing as my daughter is here I will be here” I said “same room you’re standing in when didn’t want her, right?” I knew that was coming, nodding my head “you’re predictable, you know what. I will go” I can’t be bothered; it will be low blow after low blow from both of us.
“Maurice” Robyn said, I don’t want to hear it anymore. I can find anyone in the Hollywood Hills that will take me in anyways. Dragging open the door “where exactly are you going to go?” banging the door shut as I got my phone out from my pocket, jogging down the steps as I unlocked my car. Diddy will let me use his crib, tapping on his name as I got into my car, I am honestly not going to argue about this to her “Maurice, the man himself. Not like you to call me out of the blue, I guess this ain’t no business dealing” he said down the phone, I chuckled “not exactly, I just need to use your crib in the Hollywood Hills?” putting the car engine on “you know me, you always can. When did you ever need to ask, Quincy is there so just go. You family” putting the car in reverse as I drove back slowly “thank you, this is why I called you first. I knew you got me always, don’t tell Quincy is throwing a little something?” he always doing that “you know how he do, my boy always got a party to throw. But I will let him know you are coming but I have my invite my nigga, my invite to the kings party for the takeover huh” my dad is out here inviting everyone “well I am sitting in the throne with rest of the black kings, that’s how we do. But I will speak to you later, I am driving right now and I ain’t connect it to the car yet so I will call you and tell Quincy to relax. I don’t need that shit around“ I laughed down the phone “I can’t control him, but I will speak to him, be cool” disconnecting the call. I didn’t even want to go but I can’t even believe she made that noise; she made that noise about the moment when I was in a bad place. I am not happy, talking about Maurice. Fuck that, I am annoyed.
The gate opened up as I drove into the mansion, I mean shit is beautiful here, now this is me “Big M!” Quincy said, revving my car as I parked at the side of the Ferrari “it’s been a while” putting my car in park “a while? You thirty now, I saw you and you was in your twenties” getting out of the car “I blinked and I literally aged, family” hugging Quincy “good seeing you, who you with here?” I hope he isn’t having a party; I just don’t want no trouble. Just somewhere to lay my head “some of my friends, some girls. Just a little get together” locking my car door as I walked with him into the home “my dad called and said that Maurice is coming, I am so fucking hype you here. It’s been years! I remember I used to sleep in your home here” I laughed remembering “you mean you was asleep on the floor; I would be walking around in the morning and your ass is on the floor asleep. But it was good, we had fun but good looking. This place is even better now, the renovation was needed pretty much” seeing some new dudes, I don’t know who these are “who are these anyways?” I asked “so this is Cyn, aye. This is Maurice, or Big M, or to me my brother. But Big M was named after what?” I am trying to think now “it was that night, when I got that delivery, and that nigga called me Medicare, the crib was full of all the drugs, I had every drug in that crib. But y’all can call me Big M or Maurice, not Medicare please” Quincy busted out laughing “this nigga threw the best parties, every nigga was there but this is Cyn, and this Lil M” Quincy laughed which made me laugh “are you my son, you light skinned enough to be my son, little fucking M” I cackled “y’all niggas playing me” the kid said but he sound like he ain’t even hit puberty yet.
There is a few girls here, they ain’t coming near me and I ain’t going near them so we good “you passed that now?” Quincy placed the bag of weed on the table “way passed it, you and I both know I have partied enough to question why I am alive now. So we doing lowkey parties now, what is this?” I pointed at the little group around the pool “I arrived here yesterday, but if you want to throw a party we can do it” shaking my head “I was just asking, I am all good with that” getting my phone out from my pocket, Robyn is calling me but I can’t be bothered to hear her at all “I am playing, I am happy for you. We joke and stuff, but you done so good, I flew out for you actually. Your big day, nigga we all are coming out for you” I didn’t even know this “that is dope to hear, not going to lie. You think that shit is fake, you know this famous life. But you do meet good people, yo Cyn. Take a picture of us” holding my phone out to him, he was just walking by us “I am going to be on your Insta? No way” I laughed shaking my head, Quincy rested his arm on my shoulder as we looked my phone “done” he held the phone out to me “thank you” looking down at the picture “light skinned united finally” Quincy spat “I look pale as shit, New York don’t be giving me no sun. That Spain tan done left me” captioning the picture ‘Hollyweird’ posting the picture “what we saying today Big M” looking up at him and laughed “Big M with my nigga Quincy, we just vibing in Hollyweird, we got little M over there. We just vibing, and Shad, if you know the location then come up for a drink” Quincy busted out laughing “we living” he stopped recording “Shad is going to be running here, watch” Shad is like some groupie nigga that made a name for himself, he always was every party I been too here, I think he had an obsession over me.
Sitting down on the chair “can’t sleep?” my mom said “I am tired but then I’m not, he got me angry. I didn’t want to say it, but I did but I didn’t mean it. Mom he was so rude, he literally stood there like they were shit, he made them feel awful. I know they was feeling because I was, I had to go. And then he is acting like some asshole for what? They are my family, they don’t have money, what does he want? Not everyone is rich” shaking my head “I don’t want to be involved Robyn, he is acting how he was bought up like you are acting like you was bought up, you have seen struggle, he hasn’t. I am not taking anyone side because he could have acted better, but also you could see it from his side too. You both need to talk, not argue. I feel like this home is a curse, I am sick of it Robyn. I want to move, how can there be so much bad luck but how was it baby? Are you happy?” My mom asked “I am happy but now I am upset, Maurice is god knows where. I called his phone, but he disconnected it, I didn’t mean to say it. I just want to know he is ok; I want him to know I will see them. They are not bad people, he is taking it all wrong” I am so stressed out “let him have space, try again tomorrow. Did you see his grave?” nodding my head “I cried, it was emotional. I was upset about that, then I was upset that Maurice was not liking it at all. They are not us; I mean they not even me. Yes, I saw, well they told me they have guns, but they have it for their own protection. I don’t know, I didn’t want him to walk out” I feel bad now, I really do.
“I guess he is ok” I said after seeing the post he has made “what makes you think that?” my mom asked “he is with the people he likes, the rich. He posted on social media, but he ignored my call” I want to make up with him but now he’s annoyed me even more “you know what to do, let things cool off. Text him, tell him that you would like him to come here so you both can talk. I am not going to be involved in this, but emotions are high, I just want you both to be ok. Least we know he is ok, that is all we need to care for” placing my phone on the table “but I honestly can’t take the fact he feels that way mom” I don’t think I can “Robbie, listen to me. You love him, let’s start there. You both need to come to a solution, it can done. Sleep on it and think of something. I will take Reign out with me. Or go back to New York, I have had enough because California is no good to you and him. This home!” my mom huffed out “I am going to sleep” rubbing my face shaking my head, he was rude and I am not that but I didn’t mean to say that to him either, my anger and frustration got the better of me.
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perfectly wrong | jm
↳ genre fluff, domestic, friends-to-lover, dad-to-be jimin
↳ words 3k
↳ summary --Giving birth is a spiritual moment for any married couple. But things are not usually cinematic or fulfilling in real life are they? Especially for a love story that begins like this...
↳ warning horrible description of labor, use of vulgar words in public setting, car sex, platonic friendship that progresses to something more, cute things to do with Jimin at home (that you can’t irl), alcoholism
↳ namjoonchronicles’ honorary tag list @kai-tashi @joon94net @yourlocalalien @mentallycryinghanriver @septemberalien @yoongiseesaw
↳ special thanks to @fangirlaholicxx & @/majestikblue for helping me out on this one!
↳ song lsd ‘no new friends’
Nothing could have prepared Jimin for the chaos a labor room could possess. He couldn't feel his hands; his mind and heart had gone separate ways. Sweat trickling down his back and he's sure that his shirt is drenched by now. His lips are blue and his wife was gripping his fingers to the point where they all turned purple. Her shrills threw his sanity out of the window and he had probably pissed his pants by now. He realized he wore different sandals on each leg and his shirt is inside out.
"This is all your fault!" you screamed, the pain is unbearable and you've grab hold Jimin's hair in the midst of labor.
"Push, madam, you have to keep pushing..." the young doctor calmly instructed you, ignoring the fact that Jimin is screaming in pain.
"Let go of my hair, let go of my hair...honey, my hair," Jimin whimpers but you aren't about to listen to him, not when the pain of the contraction was ripping through your being is all you feel.
Labor feels like a helicopter going through your nostril with it's propellers still spinning. To add to the misery, contractions leading to labor is best described as all the menstrual pain you've had since puberty till now, coming all at once. Yes.
"I learnt today that putting it in isn't as easy as pushing it out..." Jimin blinked rapidly.
"Fucking hell Park Jimin!" you grouched, inhaling air through your teeth, biting your lower lip.
"No cursing in the labor room please..." the nurse warns.
"The baby isn't out yet for us to watch our words..." Jimin dashed.
"I see the head! I see the head, keep pushing... madam," the doctor glanced sharply at Jimin, "Sir, your role is to motivate your wife..."
Motivate your wife... Motivate your wife. The doctor's words repeated in his head.
Dear readers, you must be wondering why Jimin is so dense and appears to be out of character. Easy, Jimin is out of character. You see, his wife and him weren't lovers at all. They're friends. Best friends. And it all began on a rainy night on a rundown one room studio apartment Jimin owned.
He was having a partner in his living room, serving her cold drinks. He wasn't at all invested in their 3 days rendezvous, he just didn't want to spend the night alone. Sipping cold beer on a hot night with a decent girl felt enough for him. Jimin didn't want to fret all night wondering what you're doing. After informing him you had a blind date, you pretty much didn't speak much. You had been acting strange the last few days, not returning his calls or texts, and like common extroverted Libras, he searched people who would. He has many other friends, he convinced himself. His plan was simple, half-way through the movie, he'll have his way with the girl, take it to the bed and make love til morning comes. He checks his phone, just in case. No new notifications.
0 message(s).
0 missed call(s).
But halfway through the movies, while she's sneaking her hands underneath the elastic bands of his Calvin Klein briefs, he felt wrong. So he told her to leave. He didn't know why, and she looks upset but he couldn't bare a half-hearted fucking, not tonight. It was unusual for him to feel that way. Jimin is alone, resuming the movie and crumpled the aluminium can with his bare hand before tossing it to his trash can.
To soothe the rejection he placed on himself, Jimin draws the curtains, so he could have a little more privacy. On his way doing so, he realized it had just started raining. With violent thunder rolls and flickering lightnings in the night sky, he saw a taxi by the streets he live on just exiting. Thinking nothing of it, he draws the curtain anyways.
Standing in the rain, hair plastered on your face, no umbrellas, drenched blouse. Makeup running down your face, smeared lipstick, cheap eye liner tainting your cheeks, pooling at your chin. Shivering cold. Puffs of air escaping your mouth. Your quivering lips, shaking hands and racing thoughts seems to find an odd calm when you stare at the entrance of Jimin's apartment. When taxi driver asked you where you were going, you blurted this very place. Of all places you could go, your mind took you here. Must have been out of habit, must have been out of your mind, or must have been your unconsciousness taking over. Must have been something in your head, to think that this place was the safest.
It was odd.
When you brought your feet on Jimin's stupidly psychedelic doormat, and raised your knuckle to knock, it was almost effortless. In your most unpolished condition, in your fragile strength and most bare, you brought yourself to Jimin. He swung the door open with a confused expression on his face. You lift your head, eyes spilling tears on each side, quivering lips that stretches to a broken smile with your last bits of strong.
"You went to the blind date, what are you doing here? What happened?" Jimin asked.
You dropped your head at once, gave it a half-shake, shrugging, "Can't you tell?"
Your smile breaks and the tears spills uncontrollably, so you brought the heel of your hand to your head and shook your head again. Witnessing this, Jimin begins to take his arms off his cardigan and wrap them around you before giving you a hug. His hand slid down the back of your head, thumbing your wet hair. His eyes is wide like he still couldn't process what was happening. But he did what he had to.
He took you into his bathroom, give you a little privacy to undress. Sniffling, nose reddening. Turning so you face his back, he hands you his T-shirt and trade them with your wet clothes without looking at you. Warm towel, you climbed into the tub and turned the showers on. He doesn't have a shower curtain because he's used to living alone. And the door to the bathroom was uninstalled because he sold it to get a coffee machine. He lives alone, he doesn't need that much privacy. Until today, that is. Not wanting to fight with you like always, he took your wet clothes to the laundry room located across the hall. He throws them into the machine one-by-one.
Black panties. Blouse. Jeans.
"B-cup, black. Hmm, quite nice," he tilt his head, thumbing the insides of your bra with an impressed face, nodding at the new fact he found out of you.
"Jimin, you have convenient store panties, don't you? I bought one of your night stands, a pack, I'm sure..." you raised your voice, kneeling by his messy bed, drawing the bottom drawers out. First thing you saw is packs of unused condoms, you used the tip of your fingers to find your way to the said panties.
"Yeah, it's in the bottom drawer with many condoms," he leisurely stride back to the space he intended as bedroom.
You slide one of them on and walked out with no pants since the t-shirt Jimin gave you was long enough to cover your thighs. Jimin came in with a hairdryer. He has you seated on the floor, his knees next to your shoulders.
"Your shampoo smells nice, what is it?" You asked him, not wanting to start the story to the disastrous date just yet. Jimin is great at playing along when it comes to that. You've been friends long enough to understand the boundaries. And one of that is to not ask more than what is told.
"Sakura flower extract, $14.00 on the website, plus deliveries," Jimin continues to dry your hair, lips pouting at the frail look of your hair. His fingers are entangled with fallen hair but he didn't complaint. Because he knows that you knew. You weren't exactly healthy these past few years. "Jimin," you gently called. And he hums back as a reply.
"Is there something wrong with me?" you picked your toenails, hugging your knees and heard the hair dryer turned off.
"I think there's something wrong with me, no, I know there's something wrong with me," you added, convinced that you're either cursed or under qualified. Jimin is a romantic, he is. He is almost always prepared to nurture your broken heart with his sweet words, but with you, it never seems to be enough. That's why you guys are just friends. As the years passed, your irreconcilable differences, your bickering, your stubbornness just annoys him.
And put two people with praise kinks together, it's a recipe for disaster.
Although Jimin is a fucktard when you first knew him, he proves to be a great listener, attentive and full of affection. And by fucktard you meant, he was too shallow for your stupid deep heart. But you find yourself in his bed, waiting for your jeans to dry. Next to him. Giggling, laughing with your eyes up his ceiling.
"You ever wonder if all of our friends' marriages are in shambles, but they try so hard to keep it a secret...?" Jimin chuckles, resting his head on his wrist, while laying on his back.
"I secretly hope it is. I'm sick of saying, Congratulations on your Wedding, attending their weddings with rabid food and lying to their face saying it's delicious when it's not, just to make them feel better," you rested both hands on your stomach, feet dangling on the edge.
"No one asked you to come," Jimin sneered.
"Their invitation arrives to my house," you darted.
"Then come up with a lame excuse!"
"I'm not a shit like you."
"Trust me, you'll live better if you just don't give a fuck," Jimin threw an advice out of nowhere.
"If I do that, I won't have friends and be stuck with you," you rolled your eyes up.
And that's when it hits you.
"No new friends," you whispered.
"We don't need new friends," Jimin lifts his body from the bed and waddled to the laundry room.
Staying in his room alone felt weird so you followed him. "Yeah, but they're all married and covered with baby puke. New friends sounds good," you caught the jeans he threw you and walked past you, brushing shoulder, his bangs poking his brows at every step.
"Get dressed," he shot.
"Oh no I'm not drinking. The last time I went with you, I almost died," you whined, trailing him out to the living room, "I don't have clothes."
Jimin yank open his closet and took the last hoodie, still wrapped in plastic. The one he intend to give you on new years, but you're a country away. So you never knew. Behind him, you were jumping in your jeans. He throws the hoodie over your head. He took his black leather jacket and black baseball cap to pair his white shirt and damaged jeans.
"Stop throwing things at me!" You roared, "Whose are these?!"
"Someone left it behind my house," Jimin lied.
"It looks basically new," you huffed while poking your head through the neck hole.
You don't know where you're going but Jimin made it clear to have you worrying only about the music in the car and not the destination. First, you stopped at McDonald's drive through to get burgers. Then he killed the engine and had the burgers and soda on the hood of the car. He starts trash talking about his coworkers and mimicking the way one of your mutual friends talked, making you laugh. Then he impersonates a corrupted cop badly who asked him for money because Jimin didn't turn his headlights on.
"It sounds like the way you impersonated Namjoon, to be honest," you shove a handful fries into his mouth to shut him up.
"Namjoon is such a cool dude, it annoys the fuck out of me," Jimin spoke through mouthful of unprocessed cholesterol.
Jimin did the chicken dance for you to show one of his encounters at the club. There's literally no one else on the parking lot, but the space is still wet from the rain. The only light is coming from the huge McDonald sign. Next, he brought you to part of town where the park was empty. Balancing yourself on the bleachers, arms spread wide, you guys were talking about the relevance of Spiderman movie doing a remake. It begins with,
"Spiderman, Tom Holland or Tobey Maguire?" Jimin asked.
"How dare you make me choose... I haven't watched any with Tom so, Tobey Maguire," you answered.
Jimin clutched his chest and made a bad impersonation of Tobey crying.
"Stop, OMG! It wasn't that ugly!" you jumped off the bleacher and pushed him.. Jimin stumbles, hopping on one leg and giggling.
"Are you serious? You should watch both. Tom does acrobats," Jimin added.
"I'm not a fan of Spiderman..."
Jimin eyed you up and down, "You watched Inside Out at 22, crying in the cinema who are you fucking with."
"Don't take my Disney Pixar movies in this Marvel argument you shallow fuck," you shoved both hands into your hoodie front pocket, shaking your head, looking ahead.
"That's a new space," Jimin pointed.
"The skateboard place?" you passed, "It's been there forever."
"Really? I want to go see," Jimin picks up his pace and begin jogging to it. You had no choice but to go after him.
It's littered. Jimin changed his mind. You pointed at the swing.
Metal rattling, your feet barely touching the ground. The chains creaking, rusting at the ends. Jimin is behind you. "You ready?"
"Yup, push!" you smiled ear to ear.
"Here goes," Jimin warned.
For that brief moment in life, you felt content. A childlike memory comes back to life and you have Jimin here. Someone you would have never expected to be here. Looking up at the moon, where the dark clouds have cleared, the stars seems to double in number in this forsaken city, the longer you watched. The speed dies and Jimin sat on the swing next to you. His knees spread, elbows rested on the kneecaps, chewing mints.
"For someone driven by goals, our life are pretty fucked don't you think?" Jimin starts, and you almost dropped to hear something so sentimental coming from the flightiest man you've ever met in your life.
"We planned everything so concisely, and in a timely manner. But love doesn't come as planned, and you're stuck living life aimlessly," Jimin blew hot air to the ground.
"At least you're fucking people and is good looking," you popped the lollipop out when you talk, and then pop them back in, "I have five dates over the course of five years and never got a call back. The sixth one I went to a few hours ago, said I was too ambitious. I remember his face when he told me that I was going to be single forever with that blunt attitude of mine."
"Then you should have shoved a fork in his ass," Jimin straightens up, holding the chains that hangs the swing before twisting them to face you.
"I did, I did so until his eyes reddened and ran out the restaurant and into the taxi. What happens after that is a blank, Then I was at your apartment. Felt like it was the only safe place I have."
Long pause.
"He was my last chance at love, and he proved me that I was unlovable. Because I was being me. But what else would I have become Jimin? I don't know how to be anyone else but me," your voice cracks but forced out a smile. Always forcing out a smile. Always wanting to appear strong. Always with that fragile strength.
Jimin took you to an outdoor cinema. One of Audrey Hepburn's movie was playing. Both of you took the seat in the back of the car, and lowering the front seats down so you could see better. When Frank Sinatra begins to fall for Audrey Hepburn, and they got into an argument that results in a heated kiss, you felt Jimin's lips on your clothed shoulder. Saliva pools in your mouth and you gulped nervously. Struggling to focus at the lines the spectacular actors are throwing, your mind starts buzzing, as Jimin boldly tugged your hoodie from covering your head, gently. He motions closer and you felt yourself, freeze and holding still. He didn't stop there, with the hoodie no longer covering your neck, Jimin brushes his lips while inhaling your scent. He exhales shakily, like he is letting his lust feeding into it's desire but still staying exceptionally respectful.
You brought your hand to rest on his knee, sliding up his thigh. He nuzzles his face close to your nape, looking up at you with his doe eyes, silently asking permission. Rubbing your cheeks on his, he took them as a yes. With it, he presses his plump lips onto your neck, giving it a gentle suckle before trailing kisses along your jaws. Easily, he lifts your hip so you could straddle his lap, sitting directly on his clothed hard-on. He nibbles your lower lip, teasingly. Smiling into the kiss, and whispering hotly against your lips, "You can grind on me, it's okay."
Within the next 30 minutes, when the movie shows the credits, a guard came over to hover his flashlight to the heavily fogged window of Jimin's car. "You have to leave, we need to lock the place down," he said. Shirtless, Jimin wind down the window just enough to reply, "Okay, sir." Jimin climbs to the driver's seat and drove back home. "I need new panties, it's soiled," you hummed from the backseat.
"Yeah, you need to get dressed," Jimin puts on his shirt in a hurry and kick his jeans on.
"You're a pretty good kisser," you commented.
"Pretty--you mean excellent," Jimin sounded offended as he drives hastily through the empty street.
"It was pretty good," you corrected him.
"It was a tight space, I could do better than that, you'll see," Jimin scoffed.
Jimin pushes you on his bed the moment he arrives to his apartment. "This time, we're doing it properly," he ran his tongue along his lips.
Fast forward a few years later, after finding no new friends and stuck together, sex as a bonding time, you finally decide that maybe you had found a fabricated version of a soulmate and it had been Jimin all along. You were too stubborn to admit and he was too afraid to show his softer side. This relationship is not perfect, and he might never fit your ideals, but neither do you, so why not give it a try? And if it wasn't meant to be, then why does the sex felt so good?
Frustrations, deceptions, the voices shouting, the breaking plates. Even though your entire existence could split his brains in half, he couldn't bring himself to leave. It's crazy. When you both are skin to skin, everything wrong you did that day felt like dust. Cold shoulders, brief words. He is just full of life and having many casual friends and you're a homebody who prefers to read a book while he's out for drinks. He comes home late and you're in bed early. The differences strikes ordeal sometimes. Sometimes he's not even open for discussion. He lashes at the first sign of difficulty and storms when the expectation isn't reached. He has quite a temper, but so do you.
Park Jimin is a hot head. But when he's jealous, he doesn't hide.
"Who was that man?"
"Not you."
"Did you wish he's here instead of me?"
"Sometimes I do. I don't love him, but he's there and you weren't."
"I told you I was coming home..."
"I waited for 3 hours. You were just 20 minutes away! Where did you go?"
Jimin pushes his bangs back and walked away to open the fridge and slammed the door. Sending everything inside rattling against itself. He snaps the beer can open in front of you and downed them in a few gulps, crumples the empty can with his bare hand and tossing them into the sink.
"Drinking, like I told you," Jimin arched his eyebrow at you, mocking.
"Don't come near the bed, you reek of alcohol," you shouted.
But it isn't always like that. Sometimes Jimin listens. Sometimes he is patient enough and everything feels right. He cooks rice, a simple dinner. Help you sort out your dresses for work the next day. He stays home to continue sewing. He's a fashion designer taking orders from home. He wears a full rimmed glasses and would work days without sleep. Passing him a kiss on his cheek, neck and shoulder from behind as he sat on his tailoring table, you'd leave work with coffee he packed for you. Coming home to an empty house is normal.
Like today, Jimin returns after a short jog, to see the rice still in the same amount as he left it. He reveals the table with its food untouched. He saw the bed empty and began ridding his shirt and left his pants on before he opens the door to the bathroom to see you in the tub, relaxing. "Why aren't you eating the food I made?" he asked, accusatively.
"I will, later. I felt like I need to shower first," you hummed, head resting on the brim of the tub, "I had a horrible day... A fucked day."
Jimin rids of his pants next before climbing in the tub with you, passing a kiss on your lips, "I need a shower too...and we can cuddle. I'll make you feel good."
It always starts with a cuddle. And now, you're pregnant. In labor, screaming your head off.
"It's a girl..." the nurse hands Jimin the wrapped baby.
Jimin was visibly nervous and you've lost all your strength.
"Why is it so warm? Why is she so warm?" Jimin stammered.
"Jimin, please. Because she came out from me, idiot," you sighed.
Jimin carries the baby awkwardly, unable to process the situation at hand that he is now, written on the baby's identification card, "Baby's Father : Park Jimin."
"You need to be reliable now, you can't run off. This little one is depending on you," you hummed as your husband sat by your bed, holding your hand between his and he beamed before hiding his face behind your intertwined hands. You saw his shoulders shake, his cheeks wet. You thumbed his tears and smiled warmly.
"I want to learn how to be a good father. I have to," he mutters.
"I saw the baby shoes you bought and tried to hide; you're halfway there, already," you felt him rise up to lean over and gave you a forehead kiss. His wedding band, your wedding ring; who would have believed two idiots who hated marriage eventually have kids together. All the friends you both roasted always knew you two were roasting them. Now that you're married yourself, you're in for a life long teasing. That idiot Park Jimin was an idiot. But today, he is still an idiot, but an idiot you love.
"That's definitely my lips..." he pointed, "Nine months inside mom. Looks like dad."
"You should be thankful I'm strapped to this bed with this IV drops."
This perfectly wrong marriage, might just be perfect for you.
Fin.
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Lmao, I’m doing this after crying
So I just read a long post about how people have treated Jimin (BTS) and honestly it makes me sick. I’ll admit, I’m not a Jimin stan, he’s not my bias, but he is someone I adore. I’ve only started listening to Kpop last year but I’ve read and heard a lot about what he’s been through. It’s sickening to know that he starved himself because people have mentioned that he needed to lose weight, or have critisized little details about his physical features which have probably made him insecure. There’s also a post that talks about how he likes attention a lot and they’re worried that he’s some psychopath or something. I know a lot of affectionate people, my best friend is one of them, but i dont think she’s a psychopath. If Jimin likes attention, let him get that attention. It makes him happy, he always smiles the brightest and hugging his teammates. And the ships are absolute bullshit. Yes I have my fun in them, yes I do ship Taekook, Namjin, and Yoonmin, but I also have a fucking brain that tells me those ships or most likely never becoming real. And that’s perfectly ok. Some of you take the shipping way too far and THAT is worrying. Personally, I dont ship Jikook, it’s just a me thing. If a post pops up on my twitter or my Tumblr feed, I’ll probably like it, think it’s cute then move along. But never would I FUCKING EVER THREATEN AND BELITTLE PARK JIMIN BECAUSE HE “STOLE KOOKIE FROM TAE” WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THAT. No one is stealing anyone FROM anyone. It absolutely amazes me how stupid some fans are. They’re so obsorbed in their little bubble that if anyone tries getting in the way of that, they’ll threaten them or some shit. And unfortunately, Jimin gets a lot of the hate. Park Jimin is an absolute angel. He’s very caring for his members, he has a pure heart. Is he affectionate, yes, do the members ever mind, from what I can see no, they don’t. They all adore him and have a soft spot for him. AND HIS VOCALS, OML PLZ KILL ME THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL. Like promise and serendipity, those can put me in such a calm mood and can put me right to sleep. Lie is one of two of my favorite songs on the wings album. His voice goes well with Tae, Jungkook, and Jin. OH, AND HES AN AMAZING DANCER. The idol performance where they did the traditional dancing kills, it was so good. Idek how to write down how talented this boy is. And his looks that people care oh so much about, he’s one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. When he was younger, he was cute, he had chubby cheeks and was a smol bean with big hopeful eyes. Was his haircuts great, no, but then again I didn’t like a lot of their haircuts during Boy in Luv😂. But now, puberty came and hit him like a fucking cruise because this man somehow got more attractive. Idk what you people are saying how he’s ugly, or his eyes are weird, or he’s far. PARK JIMIN IS A GOEGEOUS MAN WHO WAS SCULPTED BY THE GODS. If you just have his appearance, he’s beautiful, handsome. Adding his personality to it, he’s so fucking ethereal. TO WHOEVERS FUTURE HUBBY THAT IS, DO NOT EVER LET THIS MAN GO. YOU MUSTVE DONE SOME GOOD SHIT TO DESERVE A MAN LIKE THIS. Now, I need to stop myself before I go overboard about him. Antis who pick on an indivisual member, don’t seem to realize it affects their favorites too. The person you’re picking on gets sad and upset and do you think your bias likes that. You think Tae likes seeing the bullshit you post about Jimin. Do you think Namjoon likes seeing the hate you send towards Hoseok or Jin. THE ANSWERS A BIG FAT F-ING NO. Get your head out of your ass and stop hating on Jimin because of stupid ass reasons. He deserves more than this, they all do. Istg if one of you antis show up in my messages or inbox hating on him I will not be calm towards you. IN THIS HOUSEHOLD WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE PARK JIMIN AND ALL OF HIS HARD WORK AND IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT, THAN YOU CAN GO TO HELL FOR ALL I CARE.
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Team Uncle Week 2019 - Day Two: Teasing
Donald and his classmate, Daisy, are working on a school project at the McDuck Manor. And these two obviously have it bad for one another. Politely, Scrooge waits until after Daisy leaves to mercilessly clown on his beloved nephew.
Scrooge carefully picked his way through an obstacle course of scattered sheets, uncapped markers, open textbooks, glue sticks, and vials of glitter that littered the floor. His previously pristine living room now resembled the desolate battlefield of some craft-related war. Not that he particularly minded a little mess as long as Donald and his little study partner were getting their project done. Duckworth, however, would surely have a fit if he laid eyes upon this catastrophic mess.
He reached the couch just as the kids re-entered the living room. Both Donald and Daisy were carrying armfuls of fresh school supplies, backup munitions to bolster their existing armaments. Donald’s greeting was cut short when a stray marker underfoot caused him to lose his footing, sending him crashing to the ground. With an elegant sidestep, Daisy avoided the trajectory of Donald’s fall and watched his supplies spill everywhere.
“Hello Mr. McDuck.” She greeted him politely while using her sneaker-clad foot to jostle Donald’s prone body, making sure he was still alive.
His uncle fought back a sigh. Ever since that boy had hit his growth spurt, he’d become an accident waiting to happen. He’d been clumsy before, but puberty compounded his bungling into something extraordinary. A regular bull in a china shop.
Scrooge suppressed the urge to rush to his nephew’s side to check on him like he would whenever he took a spill as a tot. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass Donald in front of his new objet d’affection. Still, he couldn’t conceal a sympathetic wince when Donald’s chin collided with the hardwood floor.
He cleared his throat loudly to distract Daisy from the spectacle of a flustered Donald scrambling to collect himself. “So how goes the project, kiddos?”
“G-good!” Donald was crouched now, trying to play off his fall as if it hadn’t happened and gathering up the items he’d spilled. “We, uh, we’ve been working hard. A+ material for sure!”
Daisy made a smug little noise at that remark. “I’ve been working hard he means. Donald here—” she flipped his bangs teasingly with her hand, “—keeps zoning out and staring off into space.”
“Not true!” He stopped cleaning up in order to playfully yank her tied shoelaces undone. “I wrote the whole section about the socio-political fallout that lead to the dawn of WWII!”
“Hey!” Daisy cried with mock offense at his retribution and bumped him with her hip in response. “Only ‘cause I had to nag you last night to work on it instead of bombarding me with IM’s.”
A small knowing smile crept on to Scrooge’s face while he watched their cute repartee over the folded edge of his newspaper. They’d only befriended each other recently but almost immediately established a familiar coquettish rapport with one another. Scrooge wasn’t the most perceptive duck in the flock, but even he knew puppy love when it was staring him in the face. He watched their spectacle with subtle attention while the two of them—absorbed in laughter and chatter, shy accidental brushes of the hand, exchanges of coy smiles and glances—forgot entirely about his presence in the room.
He let their steady banter coupled with the soft scratch of pencil lead on paper serve fade to the background of his focus as he turned back to his reading. The two of them were well-suited for each other it seemed, since they were able to make steady progress on their project despite their flirting.
Time passed pleasantly as the hour grew later, marked by the steady fading of the light outside. Having noticed the change, Daisy checked her wristwatch and began to pack up her things. “I gotta get home.” She swung her backpack over her shoulder and stood up, smoothing her skirt as she did so.
“Already?” Donald complaint was tinged with disappointment. No doubt their time together seemed excruciatingly short from his point of view.
Daisy nudged him with her shoulder. “It’s late! If I stay any later my mom will flip. She’ll think I skipped town with some hunky guy or something.”
Donald opened his beak to ready a response, but Scrooge intervened, asking Daisy if she needed a ride home before his nephew could utter a word. He knew his nephew well enough to know when he was about to insert his foot into his mouth. It was for his own good anyway—he doubted Donald’s remark about the identity of that hunky guy being a certain teen-aged duck would have been successful.
Scrooge threw his newspaper onto the couch as he hastily moved to prevent disaster. “So, need a ride home, Daisy?”
“No thanks, Mr. McDuck. I rode my bike here.”
“Alright,” Scrooge yielded, “Just see to it you get home safely, alright? I don’t want to read about a reckless driver’s collision with cyclist because of low visibility in tomorrow’s paper.”
“I’ll be fine, Mr. McDuck. I got those reflective stickers on my bike.” She smiled at him, pleased that he cared enough to worry about her.
Like the courteous gentleman Scrooge raised Donald to be, he walked their guest to the door to see her out. Scrooge trailed behind, letting Donald hold the door open for her while they exchanged pleasantries. As Daisy took off down their driveway, she waved to them both before finally pedaling out of sight.
Donald waved dreamily at her retreating figure and said, in a voice too quiet for her to hear, “Bye, Daisy.”
Scrooge smirked at his love-sick nephew. Turning to head back inside, Donald caught his uncle’s smug little grin.
“What?” Donald shut the door behind him, noticing Scrooge’s impish grin.
He didn’t want to tease his nephew about his crush when she was present, but now that she was gone? It was a no-holds barred moosewood stadium freestyle goofing sesh, and Scrooge was ready to bring the heat.
“Oh, nothing…” He swung his cane nonchalantly in the air on his way back to the living room, eager for Donald to take the bait.
Donald jogged after him, a perturbed, suspicious look fixed on his face. “What are you smiling about?”
Scrooge sat gingerly back down on the couch. Hook, line, and sinker. Time for the games to begin. “Can’t a man smile in his own home?”
Donald eyed him with apprehension, let out a hmph, and bent down to start tidying the mess he’d left on the living room floor.
Crossing his ankle over his knee, Scrooge tittered to himself. “That Daisy of yours is quite the nice young gal, isn’t she?”
Right on cue, Donald blushed and stammered nervously. “She’s fine! I guess. Whatever, its not like I like her or anything. I mean, I like her but not like, like-like her. She’s just a girl! Who happens to be a friend!”
Scrooge hummed, sounding unconvinced. His nephew ducked his head bashfully, focusing his attention on his cleaning efforts.
He tapped a finger against his chin, peering down at Donald. “You know, Tennyson said Spring was the time a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love. I think he may be mistaken; the season’s clearly fall.”
Dropping his armful of stationery, Donald squawked. “I don’t love her!”
Chuckling, Scrooge swatted Donald’s head lightly with his rolled-up newspaper. “I was discussing poetry, nephew. You should be the expert. You are the designated poet in this family, after all.”
Grumbling loudly, Donald started to pack up the arts and crafts supplies even faster.
“Speaking of, you haven’t given me one of your poems to read in a while. Yet, I always see you scribbling away in that notebook of yours…”
Donald abruptly stood, eyes wide, and brow furrowed, briskly walking out the room. Following in quick pursuit, Scrooge wheeled around the corner into the parlor. Donald was already making his way up the stairs, beating a hasty retreat to his room.
He called after him good-naturely, enjoying the sport. “What’s the matter, nephew? No blason? No sonnets?” Scrooge puffed out his chest, thudding a fist against it, recited pompously, “My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun…”
“Shut it!” Donald leaned over the banister, waist against the railing, to shout angrily at his uncle. “That’s not even what that sonnet’s about! It’s a satirical send-up of the poetic conventions of courtly love! God!”
Scrooge’s laughter echoed up the staircase and down the hall Donald was trying to cross as fast as he could. Motivated, Scrooge ignored the pain in his hip to catch up with his nephew. He swung an arm over the boy’s shoulder, pulling him so close their cheeks were smushed together. “Ah young love! You never forget your first love. It’s special you know.”
With a violent shrug, Donald escaped from his uncle’s hold and stomped off towards his bedroom, quickly flinging the door closed. He hadn’t escaped the onslaught however, because Scrooge had wedged his cane between the door and its frame before it could close. Donald leaned his weight on the door, trying to keep Scrooge out, but his uncle still outclassed him when it came to strength, and he slid forward as Scrooge pushed the door open. He strolled in like he owned the place, continuing on like he hadn’t just strong-armed his way past Donald’s defenses.“Although I suppose Mickey was your first love. Oh my, he isn’t upset about this, is he?”
“I’ve told you a million times, Uncle Scrooge! We were friends! We were never together! I don’t even like boys!” Donald squeaked out through the thick of his embarrassment.
“Ah, is that why I found you two locked in a passionate kiss that one time?”
Donald covered his bright-red face with his hands and, with a phrase now commonplace in their household, whined, “It wasn’t what it looked like!” He whipped around shoving fruitlessly at his uncle’s back. “Get out of my room! Go away!”
“Oh no,” Scrooge melodramatically exclaimed, throwing a hand to his forehead in an imitation of a faint. “I feel weak, Donald!” He leaned his weight against Donald’s hands.
“No, you’re not! Leave me alone!”
“Donald, m’boy, my body’s growing heavy. I can’t seem to move at all! How curious!” Donald was supporting his uncle’s weight now as Scrooge went limp. His arms shook with strain as he protested.
“If you don’t love me, Donnie, I do believe I’ll expire right here on the spot!”
“No, you won’t! Cut it out!”
“I’m dying…” Scrooge slumped completely against Donald. “I’m dead…” They flopped onto the bedspread as Donald’s arms gave out, and Scrooge sat on top of his nephew, pinning him to the bedspread with his weight.
“Get offa me!” Donald struggled, kicking his legs and waggling his arms, but couldn’t break free. Frustrated, he buried his head in his duvet, grumbling furious remarks into the fabric.
Well that wouldn’t do, Scrooge thought. He wanted a happy Donald, not a grumpy one. Fortunately, he knew the perfect solution. Scrooge grabbed the boy’s ankle, confining his leg between his arm and his side, and started tickling the underside of Donald’s foot. Immediately, Donald burst into hysterical laughter, his body shaking with his guffaws while he squirmed to try and get away.
It didn’t take long for Donald to yield, crying, “Uncle! Uncle!”
Unfortunately for him, Scrooge loved a good pun. “Yes, I am your uncle. What of it?” Scrooge grinned with devilish glee at his own joke.
“I mean I give! Lemme go!”
Finally, Scrooge ceased his efforts, watching Donald’s slight frame shake with residual laughter. He freed him from his hold, moving his weight off the boy and onto the mattress so the lad could catch his breath. When his breathing had evened out, Scrooge looped an arm around Donald’s neck, pulling him into a loose headlock so he could noogie him. By then, Donald had given up trying to escape his uncle’s little wrestling match. He was too tired to fight back anymore and chose to lay limply in his uncle’s grasp like a dead fish.
“You’re so mean, Uncle Scrooge.” Donald’s complaint had no bite behind it just the fond exasperation of a child dealing with a parent.
“Oh, come now, I only tease because I love you, dear.” He planted a gentle kiss on top of Donald’s captive head.
“Yeah, whatever.” Donald apathetically replied, before adding, in a quiet, rushed voice, “It’s not like it’s a big deal or anything but, um, Iloveyoutoo.”
Scrooge said nothing, smiling down happily at his nephew, who returned his loving gaze with a small shy smile of his own. It was a perfect moment—the kind you’d like to freeze in its tracks so you could tack up the memory in your mind like a snapshot. But time flowed on, and the peaceful little bubble was popped by a warbling cry of despair of a posh British voice that rang from downstairs. What happened to my living room?!”
“Uh oh. Puppa sounds mad,” Donald mumbled, realizing with a gasp why. “We forgot about the mess!”
“Woops.” Scrooge replied with dry dismay.
They exchanged a look, communicating wordlessly with one another. We’re really in for it now.
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Now You See Me [Haikyuu x OC] Chapter One
Written By; @lizardboi-satori
Fandom; Haikyuu
Pairing(s); multiple characters x OC
Warnings; swearing
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Description; “Being an outcast was a choice up until now. Now, I was just sick of being invisible.”
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Music played in my earbuds as I leaned against my best friend, Miwa’s, locker. We were going to walk to her club together but she got hung up by a few upperclassmen wanting to go on a date with her. She told me to wait by her locker and she would catch up with me.
Miwa was very popular ever since we hit High School. Puberty has done a lot of good things for her, considering how she used to be. Miwa and I used to be invisible throughout Elementary and Junior High, nobody really noticed us. But the summer before we started at Karasuno High, Miwa spent almost the whole summer overseas visiting her mother. When she got back though, she was almost a different person. I didn’t recognize her at first when she got off the plane and ran over to me. I actually asked who she was.
Miwa changed physically but mentally she was still the same and I was just glad she didn’t forget about me. She was my only friend after all. Don’t get me wrong, I am ecstatic for the woman Miwa was becoming but I was a bit upset, being invisible to everyone took a toll on me.
As for me, I don’t really know how puberty treated me and part of me didn’t really care. I was declared an outcast once stepping foot on Karasuno’s grounds, it was just easier to be an outcast than to actually branch out and find new friends. I did not do well when it came to socializing. Miwa tried pushing me to get to know other people besides her, though after a week of trying to make other friends, I gave up. People only befriended me for two reasons; 1. Pity, they felt bad because they thought I had no friends in general. 2. To get closer to Miwa.
“Whatcha listening to?” I look up and see Miwa smiling at me. She was an inch taller than me but that never bothered me.
“Uhh, a band called the xx. They’re alright.” I say shrugging my shoulders as I spoke. I watched as Miwa hummed in response and fiddled with the lock on her locker, “what did you tell those guys?” I ask as I scroll through my playlists trying to find something more upbeat for Miwa.
“I declined. Said I wanted to focus on my studies.” She replied as she finally opens her locker and grabs her notebook. I nodded and waited for her to close her locker before offering my other earbud to her. She smiles and takes it putting it in her ear. “Wow. Interesting choice of music today Ashlyn.” She comments.
“I do it for you. If I let you listen to the stuff I usually listen to, you’d probably say something along the lines of “this is not upbeat at all! No wonder you are always in a sour mood!”” I say trying to pull off her girly, upbeat voice. She lets out a laugh.
“I do not sound like that!” She giggles and I crack a smile, but it quickly fades when a crowd of girls and boys suddenly surround us asking Miwa questions and commenting on her looks. Miwa blushes at the attention and kind of sweat drops. I let go of Miwa for a second and suddenly I am on the floor annoyed.
“Uhh, is there a reason you are on the floor?” Someone asks looking down at me. I look up at them confused that someone actually was talking to me and not stepping on me instead. I huff and get up brushing myself off. I pick by earbuds and phone off the floor and look at Miwa who mouths that she is sorry.
“Nope. No reason.” I stated now fully getting a good view of the person. He had onyx black hair and dark eyes. I had never seen him around before so he must have been a first year. He looks at me for a moment, studying me before he looks behind me and at the crowd around Miwa. Great. Someone who probably has a thing for my best friend.
Compared to Miwa, i didn’t stand out. I had long dark hair with my bangs hanging over my right eye, hiding a prominent feature of mine that I was very self conscious about. The eye that was showing was a light grey and my skin was fairly pale even though I spend most of my time outside. I wore the girl’s uniform with the exception of thigh high socks and my high top converse. My tie was lose around my neck and my dress shirt wasn’t buttoned all the way. Compared to Miwa, I looked like a hoodlum and she looked like a literal goddess.
We stood there for a moment before he lets out a huff and turns his attention back to me, “Just don’t get in my way again. Okay?” He advised and I nodded moving out of his way as he made his way around the crowd and down the hall. I sighed and watched his retreating figure before plugging my earbuds in and going to the office to look at the list of clubs I could join.
Last year I was in the dance club with Miwa, but considering I didn’t think I fit in there, I dropped it at the end of the year right before a competition. The group members didn’t seem to notice though. Another reason was because every choreography I came up with, Miwa got credit for. I was nonexistent, but I never told Miwa that and never planned on it either.
I grabbed a list of clubs from the office and then walked to the bench just outside one of the gyms to analyze my choices. It had already been a few days and everyone was basically in a club by now, so joining anything this late in the game would draw attention to me. I took out a pen and started crossing out the clubs I didn’t think I would enjoy.
As I did this I could hear two people bickering back and forth. I try to ignore it by turning my music up but after a while not even my music was drawing out the constant arguing. Growling I rip my earbuds out of my ears and go to follow the two voices. On the backside of one of the gyms was a dark haired boy, whose back is facing me and a small ginger kid. Immediately I know they are first years.
“Hey!” I call out making the dark haired boy half ass his set and the ginger kid to completely miss the ball. The boy with his back turned to me spins around annoyed that he got interrupted. Once he is fully turned to me I notice it’s the boy from earlier, but I don’t let that fact stop me from ripping both of them a new one, “You guys mind keeping your bickering down? Some of us are trying to think.” I barked. Normally I wasn’t so forward but today was just not my day.
“You’re the girl from earlier.” The dark haired male points out, “shouldn’t you be in a club?” He asked in a monotone voice.
“Shouldn’t you?” I ask looking at the two of them. Then realization hit me that these were the two boys that knocked the vice-principal’s toupee off his head, “holy shit. Now I know who you two are! Didn’t you two knock vice-principal’s toupee of his head?” I laugh. Instantly the dark haired male’s mood darkened and the ginger blushed in embarrassment. “Man, I wish I was there to see that! That would have been YouTube worthy.” I giggle out.
“You got a sense of humor! I’m Hinata Shoyou!!” The ginger says with excitement lacing each of his words. His excitement catches me off guard making me start to take a step back.
“Uh- my name is Himura Ashlyn. You can call me Ash though.” I tell him as he shakes my hand vigorously. I look at the dark haired one once Hinata is done shaking my hand, “so what’s your name, el grumpo?” I ask. He rolls his eyes and looks at me with a straight face.
“Kageyama Tobio.” He mutters and I nod. I remember hearing about him. He is a really good setter for volleyball. But his sets are so complicated to perfect for most people. I remember people mentioning he was The King of the Court. Or something like that.
“So anyways. Please keep it down, I am trying to figure out what club I want to join.” I say as I snap out of my thoughts. I turn my back and leave the two boys standing there. After I get back to my bench I put my earbuds back in and him along as I continue to cross out clubs.
When clubs finally are done and everyone is getting ready to leave I look down at my sheet and see two clubs not yet crossed out. The first one I wasn’t quite sure about. It was a singing club. But that meant I had to actually be brave enough to stand in front of people and audition. I shook my head and scribble out that choice. The only one left kind of shocked me a little... i must have not seen it or something because at the bottom of the page was the last club.
Volleyball.
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Need You | s.m
just.... angst (no this isn’t a series i just wanted to use a name kay) check the tags for a trigger warning PLEASE!
Teresa’s always been half a step behind on everything. Whether it was puberty and growing boobs overnight, finding a boyfriend, having her first kiss and eventually her first time, she was always the ‘It’ll happen, don’t worry’, or the ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone’ kind of a gal. Now, as she climbs up the stairs to her dorm, keys spinning around her fingers, whistling the tune to a country song, she realises that she’s half a step behind on life, too. She dressed up and she put on makeup and she did her hair and came back without anyone by her side and that isn’t fair, is it? Teresa, of all people, deserves someone walking her home. She deserves someone waking up next to her and not hating her for drooling all over their pillow. She deserves to come home to a funny, and if God’s gracious enough, cute guy.
She shakes her head, laughs a little at the joke her life’s become, and steps onto the landing of her floor. And then she stops in her steps, does a double take, and stares. (She might have gawked a little too, if she’s being honest.) When she said she that she deserved to come home to a cute, funny guy, she didn't mean Shawn. Well. Shawn’s funny, at times, and he's admittedly cute, too, but he looks like he's several steps behind on everything, more than she is, and that kind of upsets Teresa a little. She stands there a moment, watching his hunched figure, his blotched face and and his tear stained cheeks and the curls he'd obviously been running his hands through and thinks Fuck, I’m going to cry.
He hasn't noticed her yet, she assumes. He's staring at a wall and his eyes have this absent look in them and her heart’s beating against his chest because someone's hurt him. Someone's hurt him so, so, so terribly bad and for some godforsaken reason he's at her door and she's going to have to look at his face and pretend like she's okay. She isn't. She can't see people hurt, and if he's here then he either expects her to console him or talk to him or listen to him and. And Teresa's terrible at every single one of those things. She's good at whistling through her nose and blowing bubblegum bubbles and aligning frames just right without having to use a leveller but God is she terrible at all things emotional.
It's Shawn, though, and she considers him a friend. He has to consider her one too, if he's unabashedly upset and on her doorstep, so she silently closes the distance between the two. Takes her heels off at the stairs, and tiptoes her way over to her room. Shawn blinks, then, and looks up at her. And then his face twists, and sure, he might be the one crying, but she's the one whose heart twists into itself.
“I'm drunk,” Shawn admits, wobbly chin making her head hurt. He mumbles a little, reaching out to tug at the bottom of her dress. Teresa kneels in front of him, placing her heels on the floor, and pretends like she knows what she's doing. She doesn't. She doesn't even know why Shawn's here, of all places, since he has other, better friends and they barely know each other, but there's little she can do about it. She's The Chosen One tonight. She never knew a reference from her favourite book could leave such a bad taste in her mouth.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, Tess.” Tess. He's never called her that before, has he? Has he ever called her anything apart from Acosta or dumbass? She doesn’t think so. “I'm so drunk.”
“Did you get lost?” She doesn't know what to do with her hands. Should she reach for his face, should she hold his hand, should she play with the strings of his hoodie? She doesn't know. Fuck. When Shawn reaches towards her, though, fingers brushing along her knuckles, she turns her palm upwards and interlaces their fingers. Good. He's doing most of the work.
“No.” He says, and then sniffs. Her lips pull down in a frown, and she decides that she's going to be here a while, so Teresa folds her legs under herself, and she listens to him talk. “I— I didn't get lost. I. Tess—” His voice breaks, and his head drops. Softly, as if ashamed, he mutters, “I need you.”
Teresa isn't going to lie. If there's one thing that life's taught her, it's to always be honest to herself. And to be honest, she's a little confused. A lot confused, actually. Sure, she considers them friends, and sure, he bought her coffee once, but that's it. That's all it ever was, all that it ever was supposed to be. A friend from class who she occasionally swapped notes with and asked for pens. But he's here now, and she can tell he's trying to push his tears back in, and he says he needs her. He doesn't know her, and he probably only knew where her dorm was because he stole her binder and had to return it, but he needs her right now. And she has to be there for him, no matter how confused she is or how rough the carpet feels under her bare legs. She squeezes his hand, though, because she feels like that's a good start. Her words fail her, and she finds the fact that she writes as a passion a little ironic at the moment, but he squeezes her hand back and that's all the assurance she needs.
“Do you—” Teresa clears her throat, unsurely brushing the back of his hand with her thumb. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
Well fuck, then. What next?
“Shawn,” Teresa places two fingers under his chin because that's how it is in the movies, and she tips his head up to look at him better. “You need to tell me what's wrong.”
“I— I can’t.” He sniffles, and then he chuckles, and she'd be confused if his previous claim hadn't hit her again. He's hurt, sure, but he's drunk. “She made me promise.”
“Who's she?”
“My girlfriend.” Shawn says this, and then his eyes widen a little. He sucks a breath in, leans away from her, and takes his bottom lip between his teeth. Giggles emptily. “I meant my ex. I think. I don't know.”
“Did she—” Teresa doesn't know how she's supposed to ask something like this. She tips her head forward, finding his other hand and folding their hands together on his lap, and continues solemnly, “Did she hurt you, Shawn? Are you hurt?”
“I can't say. M’not allowed to. She said that. I'm not allowed to tell you, Tess.”
“You're crying.”
“Yes. Was. M’not crying anymore, see?” Just as he claims that, a tear rolls down his cheek, and Teresa gingerly thumbs it away. She hopes that the Gods that are pulling the strings at this very moment are enjoying the show, because really, she isn't. She's so close to tears that one might mistake her for the victim. “Won’t cry over her.” A sob rakes through his body. Shawn lurches forward, heaving as if he needs to throw up, and tightens his hold on Teresa. His head finds purchase on her shoulder, warm breath fanning against her skin. Unsurely, she reaches for the back of his head, pulling him into herself. If she couldn't feel his tears on her skin or his laboured breath against her shoulders then maybe, maybe she would've joked about the awkwardness of it all, but she can't. Not right now. Right now, Shawn needs her.
“Wanna play a game, Shawn?” Shawn shakes his head, curls brushing along the tops of her shoulders, but she persists. When she thinks comfort, she thinks two things: her mom’s cream cheese sandwich and her stupid, stupid game.
“What's your name, Shawn?”
“You're so stupid,” He mutters. His lips brush against her skin and she jolts a little, but he speaks again. “I was so stupid.”
“Hi, Shawn, I'm Teresa. Who's your favourite singer?”
Shawn doesn't reply. She scratches the back of his head, resisting the urge to instinctively kiss his temple, and guesses for him, “John Mayer? Me too. Love the guy. Dad material. What's your favourite book?”
Shawn doesn't answer, and she doesn't expect him to, but his breathing evens out after a while. She expects him to let go, but he holds onto her like he expects her to continue, like her mom's makeshift questionnaire isn't a stupid shenanigan she made up for her stubborn daughter but something that actually makes him feel better. Teresa humours him, rubbing a hand up and down his back, and asks, “Why are you here, Shawn?”
His face is resting on her shoulder now, not against it, so when he whispers she hears it clear as day. “My friends can't know.”
“Know what?”
“Why we broke up. If. If we broke up, then why. She cares too much, what people think.” Teresa’s about to ask him why his friends can't know, but he speaks again, and she swallows her words and wishes she would've choked on them. “She cares about everything. And everyone. She— she pretends to care about charities. Doesn't even like puppies.”
Teresa’s lips pull down in a frown. “That's not very nice, Shawn.”
“Yeah,” he exhales heavily through his nose, pulling away, and decidedly wipes at his face. Teresa wants to tell him it's futile because the waterworks are still wild and he's still crying, but. But she doesn't. “I'm sorry. She's… allowed to fall out of love.”
“Mhmm,” she rubs a hand down his arm, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She wishes she knew what happened. She wishes she could hug him better, and maybe whip him up a cream cheese sandwich, but it isn't Teresa that Shawn needs. It's an outlet, a dumping ground. And all things considered, Teresa’s weirdly okay with being a dumping ground if it helps someone heal.
“I just— Tess.” He chokes back a sob, running a hand through his hair, fruitlessly tugging at the roots. His face is flushed, and when he moves the neckline of his tee to hunt for a necklace, she sees that so is the rest of him. He's hurting so bad that he looks sick, and so Teresa isn’t surprised when her lip quivers a bit. It's like he's struggling to form a sentence, and when he does, he mumbles it. Like he's admitting it to her, but he wishes he didn't have to. “I… I wish she'd cared about me.”
Teresa’s always been a little overdramatic, but when she says that her heart literally breaks into two at how shattered he sounds, she isn't exaggerating. All soul, all vigour leaves him then, and he defeatedly falls against the wall. Fixes her with an empty stare. “I deserved it.”
“Oh, Shawn,” Teresa whispers, finding herself between his parted legs, hands gently cupping his face. She wipes his tears away, trying ignore how hot his skin feels under hers. She hopes to God he isn't running a fever, and shuffles closer, “Don't say that.”
“It's what she said. I deserved it.”
Teresa’s lost. She doesn't know this girlfriend, and even if she did, how does one respond to that? Who says that, though? Who says that when you've just broken up? Right, she realises not long after, Shawn doesn't even know if he's broken up or not.
His lips part, and Shawn draws in a laboured breath. He's looking at her face, but he isn't there. She can't reach him, even though he's physically in her hands. This entire ordeal has done fucked him up, Teresa concludes. “Do you think.” He blinks, struggling to keep his eyes open. “That she ever loved me?”
He deserves honesty. After what he’s been through and what she knows he’ll continue going through, she owes him that. “I don’t know, Shawn.” She whispers, eyebrows scrunching together, “I wish I did. I so badly wish I did. But listen to me, okay? Whatever happened, you didn’t deserve it, okay? Nobody deserves anything that hits them this hard.” Shawn’s head dips, like he’s trying to deflect. Like he doesn’t believe her. “No, no, Shawn. Listen to me.” She brings his face back up, and she realises that maybe, maybe she was shit at consoling people because she never cared about them. It was always sympathy, never empathy. She realises that now because as she sits there, trying to get him to listen, Teresa feels herself physically coming apart, too. Shawn didn’t deserve this, and he should know that.
“Hi, Shawn, can you hear me? Check check.” She jokingly taps his ear, and he leans into her touch. “Listen to me. I don’t care what she said, alright? I don’t care. You’re my friend and you don’t owe me jackshit yet you’ve always, always been the nicest guy around. You’ve walked me to the building when I was too scared of the dark, you’ve brought extra pens to class because you know I always forget mine, you finished my essay because I fell asleep on my desk after a rough day. Normal guys don’t do that. They don’t do shit if there isn’t something there for them, and yet you always have. You deserve nothing but happiness. Shawn. Do you believe me?” She sniffs, willing herself to continue. “You only deserve love.”
“No.” He tips his head back on the wall, letting his eyes flutter shut. “No, m’nothing but a pretty face. No personality. I get pushed around. What guy lets themself get pushed around? Just a pretty face, nothing else.”
“Shawn—”
“I.. I got punched, once.” He looks her in the eye this time, and Teresa falls back on the floor, bringing her knees up to her chest. Dumping ground, she reminds herself. She needs to let him vent. “And I— I could’ve hit him back. She said that. She said I could’ve hit him back, and I should have. But I didn’t want to. That guy, he… he looked terrible. He’d had a rough day, I could tell. I didn’t want to add to it?”
“That makes you a good guy, not a pushover.”
“No. Real guys don’t take fists to the face and walk away. Only pretty, pushover guys do.”
“That isn’t you talking. It’s her.”
“But she’s right, isn’t it? This wouldn’t have happened if I was a man. She wouldn’t have gone to him and—”
Teresa’s eyes widen, somewhat in realisation, but more so in pain. He’s been cheated on. She isn’t sure, and she’ll probably never be, but it all makes sense now. Why he kept saying he deserved it. Why he couldn’t tell his friends. Why he looks like he’d dressed up for a date, but is outside of her dorm, crying. It all makes a little too much sense, and she finds herself struggling to breathe as she watches him gulp painfully.
“Shawn, buddy, why are you here? Where’s Oliver?”
Shawn’s best friend. Shawn’s supposed to be crying with him, not her. Where is he?
“He—I, we..” And when Shawn scrunches his nose, squeezing his eyes shut to press his tears in, Teresa knows. She knows, and she fucking hates it. “We’re— not… talking. Anymore.”
“Oh my God,” The words fall out of her lips in muted whispers, but she knows Shawn hears. He knows that she knows too, now, and he thought it might come as a relief. It’s all easier if she knows. He doesn’t have to lie, he’s tired of lying, he’s tired of having to pretend like he’s okay. But he sees the switch in her demeanour. He sees her eyes go from empathetic to pitiful, and he knows he’s blown it. He doesn’t what he was expecting any way. For her to hug him better? To make him the cream cheese sandwich she once told him about? He’s so stupid. He’s so stupid and he knows he won’t ever stop blaming himself for what happened, but when Teresa reaches over to pull him into his arms, he lets her. He allows himself to breathe her in and hold her close because he isn’t sure when he’ll have this again. Shawn doesn’t know if he’ll find the warmth that Teresa emanates, the warmth that she used to emanate, without stupidly breaking his own heart again. He doesn’t know, for now, all he knows is that he was unworthy of her. Unworthy of her love, and that he deserved it.
He cries into Teresa’s shoulder, and when he’s all out, he’s so sure he hears her crying too.
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Child Makes Mom Cry [Hyunwoo, Hoseok, and Minhyuk]
I apologize for how long these got. Some angst and what not.
Enjoy~
Hyunwoo
Melly had always been the sensitive type, but when she was stressed it wasn’t hard to upset her. She had taken on a huge project for a music video for a new kpop girl group at the company she worked at. The project consisted of a lot of overtime and lack of sleep that when she was done she felt the boulder size weight fall off her back. She was free from the ball and chain of the project and had all the ideas in the world to sleep when she got home.
However, her plans were rudely pulled into a screeching halt as she pulled up to her home just to get a call from her son’s, Minsoo, school. “What did he do this time?” She sighed as she leaned back in her chair half tempted to not answer it. However, her finger slid the green call button and the call came through, “Hello?”
“Hello Mrs. Son, this is Mr. Baek, Minsoo’s homeroom teacher.”
“Yes sir, what can I do for you today?”
The homeroom teacher sucked in a breath, “Yes, well, I regret to inform you that Minsoo got into a fight with an upper class men. Would you be willing to come down to the school to pick him up? We would usually give detention, but as this is not his first rodeo and he really did damage to the boy, we have no choice but to suspend him.”
Melly jaws clenched as she kept from crying. She was exhausted. She didn’t need this, “I’ll be there soon…” She hung up the phone and hit the steering wheel in rage and frustration until her hand turned red. Since her son entered middle school he had done nothing, but got into fights and Melly was at her wits end.
She got to the school to discover the kid who was hit was Changkyun’s oldest son. She saw her friend, McKenzie, as she put a tissue under her son’s nose. “I’m so sorry, Kenzie.”
McKenzie gave her a smile, “No, it’s fine!” She waved her off, “Apparently the two have been fighting over little Suah’s attention and things got a little out of hand.”
“Sorry Aunt Melly” Minkyun apologized with a sad look.
Melly shook her head, “It’s fine, I’m sure Minsoo swung first.” When Minkyun didn’t answer she knew she was right. “If he has to go to the hospital, we’ll take care of the bill.” She said bye to her friend and son before looking for her own who was with the homeroom teacher. He handed her son off to her and the two exited the school.
When they got into the car, Melly blew, “Seriously. You got into a fight with your best friend over a girl!”
“He’s a snake! He knows I like Suah!”
Melly drove home, “You’re in middle school, Minsoo! You shouldn’t even be worrying about girls. Suah would hate you when she finds out about this anyway. She hates boys who fight.”
“Who cares?”
“We do. It’s because of you that we keep getting dragged into your problems!” She snapped. “I’m getting sick of this. How many fights will be enough? Two months ago it was some poor kid–”
“He looked at me wrong” he defended himself.
Melly pulled up to the house, “He looked at you wrong” she scoffed as she parked the car. She stared straight at the garage door, “What is wrong with you? Because he looked at you wrong? Are you serious?”
Minsoo hurriedly took his seat-belt off and swung open the car door, “Whatever”. He stormed out of the car and went to the front door and used his key to get in.
Melly let out a scream of frustration not wanting to deal with any of this at the moment. She placed her head on the steering wheel half tempted to just call her husband, Hyunwoo. She let out a frustrated scream. She felt the last of her nerves snap and the floodgates spilled open as she broke into sobs. “Damn it…” She hit the steering wheel repeatedly just as someone knocked on the driver’s window startling her. She shot up and saw a concerned Hyunwoo. Melly wiped her tears as she reached over and unlocked the doors.
Hearing the locks sound, Hyunwoo opened the car door, “What’s wrong, Melly?” He whispered. Melly took off her seat-belt and turned in her seat and threw her arms around her husband’s abdominal. Hyunwoo hugged her back as she broke into another round of sobs. “Was work that stressful?” He whispered as he rubbed her back.
“Work, the project, our son. I can’t. I just need a break” she cried.
Hyunwoo texted Yejin then put his phone in his pocket, “What happened with our son?”
Melly pulled away from him, “Another fight. He’s suspended now. He just stormed inside the house and” she let out a frustrated scream. “Why is he so stubborn? This is the third time this year!”
Hyunwoo grasped her shoulders and leaned down to her eye level, “Look, baby. Why don’t you stay at Yejin’s place for the day? Sleep and take it easy, yea? I’ll handle things here.”
Melly shook her head, “I can’t just let you be the bad cop all the time.”
“Melly” his voice was low and serious. “You need to take care of yourself, baby. You can’t try to handle anything when you aren’t okay.” The sound of a car horn alerted Hyunwoo and he looked up to see his sister-in-law getting out of the car. “Just take it easy. If you plan to stay over there for the night, I’ll bring you some change of clothes.” Melly nodded as her sister approached her and took her to the car. After he watched them drive away, his smile fell as he looked back at his home. He was pissed–livid. He stormed into the house, “Minsoo! Get down here!” He shouted.
There was a loud bang and heavy footsteps from upstairs before Minsoo appeared before his dad with a panicked look. His father glared at him as a growl sounded in his chest. Minsoo shook under his dad’s intense glare. He knew he was screwed.
Hoseok
Jinhee and Dahae were Alisha’s and Hoseok’s world. They were angels growing up, but when Jinhae hit her teens and her puberty, it flew out of the window. Dahae followed in her sister’s example and began acting out, but she was easier to manage than her older sister.
Alisha didn’t realize how bad things would end up becoming when Jinhee became 15. Jinhee wanted to go out to a party at a friend’s home that Alisha had never met and she was worried about her daughter’s safety, Alisha told her no. Jinhee was pissed and threw one of her tantrums she’d only throw when her father wasn’t around. She screamed how much she hated her mom and ran off to her room with a slam of her door. Alisha figured that just letting Jinhee cool her head would help ease the tension. Alisha went to make dinner with her youngest by her side.
Once dinner finished an hour and a half later, she called for Jinhee, but got no response. Alisha told Dahae to start eating as she headed up to her oldest’s bedroom She knocked on the bedroom door, “Jinnie, it’s time to eat.” With no response, Alisha opened the bedroom door to dark bedroom. She hit the lights to see a lump in the bed and made her way to the bed. “Baby girl, I know you’re mad at me, but dinner’s ready.” No reply. “After dinner we can eat some ice cream and some movies. Girls night, ya know?” She sat by the lump and sighed, “I know you wanted to go out with your friends, but I just don’t know your friend’s parents and I just want to–” she moved back the blankets to see an array of pillows. Her heart stopped as she realized what happened. She got up and pulled open Jinhee’s curtains to see the window cracked open. Immediately, she got her phone and called Hoseok in pure panic.
“She probably just snuck out, Ali baby, okay? I’ll be home in a bit.”
Alisha paced her daughters bedroom, “What if she didn’t? What if she was kidnapped or if she snuck out what if they have a car accident or if she gets hurt?” Her eyes watered, “What if something happens to our baby?”
Hoseok shut the car door, “I’ll call her, okay? You just calm down and hang out with Dahae until I get home.” He got off the phone with Alisha and called his daughter only to get her voicemail which only pissed him off.
After Alisha got Dahae off to bed, she went back to panicking after her calls to Jinhee went to voicemail. “Hoseok, what if something happened?” Her voice broke. “It’s been hours… Will the hospitals know who to call?”
Hoseok lead his wife to their bed and sat her on it, “Baby, she’s just being a teenager. A teenager who’s grounded for a month if not two, but she’s fine. I’ll stay up for her, okay?” Alisha nodded as she kissed Hoseok good night and went to sleep.
It was midnight when Jinhee snuck in. She didn’t plan to come home so late, but her friends started drinking and none of them could drive. She wanted to call her parents, but was scared they would yell at her, so she walked the 45 minutes home. When she entered the house she saw the living room light on. She took in a breath and released it, “Just get it over with now…” She entered the living room prepared to see her mom, but was surprised to see her dad who was supposed to be out of the city until the next day. “Dad-” her eyes darted around the room, “Where’s mom?”
Hoseok looked up at her then back at his hands, “Asleep. Do you know how panicked she was? She broke down in tears when I got home. I had to leave work to come here because our daughter turned off her phone.” Though his voice was even, she could hear the anger laced in his words.
Jinhee grimaced, “She cried?” He nodded and the guilt hit her. Her head fell forward. She knew she screwed up. Her mom was strong, she didn’t shed a tear easily let alone down right cry. Not only that, but she screwed up so much this time that her dad wouldn’t even look her in the eyes or scold her for what she did. She pulled out her phone and placed it on the end table by her dad. “I’ll apologize to mom in the morning–I am sorry, dad. I just wanted to go out and–it was selfish.” She shook her head, “I’ll ground myself–a month, but if you think it should be longer that’s okay.”
She went to leave, but Hoseok called out to her. “Jinnie.” He looked up at her, “You know your mom is just trying her best to keep you and Dahae safe… What you did–it scared her. No, it scared us both.”
Jinhee walked over to her dad with a tearful expression and hugged him tightly which he was quick to return. “I’m really sorry. I won’t do this again.”
Minhyuk
Bailey’s morning routine with her kids changed everyday depending on several things. One, how late one of the kids wake up. Two, them arguing about sharing the bathroom. Or three, the kid’s attitudes varied every morning.
This morning happened the to be the last option as her second child, eleven year old Woori, had an attitude from hell. She woke up late after her mom repeatedly went to her room to wake her until her oldest, fourteen year old Hyeonseo, convinced her to leave her to wake on her own.
“Move!” Woori shoved her sister out of the mirror and tried to fix her hair.
Hyeonseo rolled her eyes as she took her makeup, “Bitch–”
Woori whipped around and glared at her sister, “What did you call me?” She screeched.
“Girls!” Bailey shouted from the kitchen, but their bickering continued. “Oh for the love of god…”
Younghwa, nine-year-old son, bounced down the stairs and grabbed an apple, “Woori started it.” He snitched.
“Of course she did… Breakfast is on the table.” She threw the dish towel on the counter and turned off the water. “Aunty Alisha will be here in a bit to take you to school, okay?” She walked over to her youngest child and pressed her lips to his forehead. “Have a good day at school, baby. Remember you have soccer after.” She headed upstairs to the kid’s bathroom where the two girls were arguing. Bailey clapped her hands, “That’s enough! That’s enough!”
Minhyuk woke to the sound of his daughters and wife. He looked at the clock and groaned as he lay back in bed. He had a late night and had come home a little after 1 in the morning.
“SHE CALLED ME A BITCH!”
Hyeonseo smirked, “I just call it like I see them.”
Bailey held Woori back from attacking her oldest sister, “ENOUGH! Hyeonseo, we don’t use that language in this house. Woori, you need to get rid of that attitude.”
“NO! I hate her! I wish she was never born.”
Hyeonseo scoffed and Bailey glared at her youngest daughter. “Don’t you EVER say that! You would be heartbroken if something ever happened to your sister.”
Woori folded her arms, “As if! I’ll dance on her grave.”
Hyeonseo backed up hurt and pissed, “I don’t need this. I’m going to school.”
“Wait Hyeonseo…” Bailey heard the front door slam and she cringed. She looked at Woori with disappointment, “Are you happy?” Her hands moved around her in an exasperated shrug.
Woori’s face grew red as she stomped out of the bathroom, “You always take her side! I hate you!” She threw on her uniform quickly and grabbed her bag before she rushed out of the house.
“BYE MOM!” Younghwa shouted as he left the house and suddenly the house was eerily quiet.
Minhyuk was brushing his teeth as he heard the sounds fade. He didn’t want to intervene in the mess Bailey was dealing with. He didn’t want her to feel like he undermined her or didn’t think she wouldn’t be able to discipline their kids. Minhyuk heard sniffling and he walked out of the master bathroom to the hallway leading to the kid’s area. Bailey leaned against the wall with her head back and her arm over her eyes. Minhyuk pulled his toothbrush from his mouth, “Yew kay?” He asked with a mouthful of toothpaste.
Bailey jumped at his voice and pulled her arm from her eyes. She let out a weak chuckle, “I’m fine… Just a rough morning.”
Minhyuk used the kid’s bathroom to rinse his mouth before he went over to his wife and pulled her in his arms. Bailey said nothing as she wrapped her arms around him. Minhyuk knew he could discipline their daughter, Woori, but he decided it was best for Bailey to do as she was the one who dealt with the situation. But he was fuming inside because of the language and attitude from both their daughters.
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Nine Days a Vessel
So, this is an au of an au, because that’s how I roll. The royal twins au, except with rapid preg, because I was curious what writing that would be like.
Summary: Atem starts getting sick, and his stomach swells, baffling everyone- especially himself. It’s a week of hell as something grows inside of him.
Warnings: Mpreg, rapid pregnancy, vomiting, body horror, birthing, stuffing, and attempted (failed) magicial abortion (although they didn’t know what was what they were doing). Feel free to ask me to add more warnings, these are just what I could think of!
Wordcount: 3405
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It hit fast.
Atem was sitting on his throne, watching a group of dancers, when his stomach started gurgling. At first it was easy enough to ignore. He could just eat when the dance was finished, after all, and Isis would scold him if he ran off for no reason. After a few minutes, though, sweat beaded on his brow- something was wrong. The room spun, and he set a hand on his robe, wrist brushing against the gold band above his waist.
Mahad noticed, and exchanged a glance with Isis before calling out “Thank you for your services, but the Pharaoh has seen enough for today.”
The dancers bowed deeply before beginning to file out, and Mahad climbed the steps.
“Is something upsetting you, my lord?”
“I…” Atem shook his head. “I must have had something rotten at breakfast, my stomach’s turning. That’s all.”
“It would still be wise to go to the healers, just to be sure.” Mahad said. “We can’t have you getting sick.”
Atem stood up, smiling at him. “I promise, Mahad, I’m f-” His face went ashen and he gagged, hand slapping over his mouth.
Someone grabbed a small jug and his cheeks puffed out before he vomited into it. Mahad set a hand on his back and rubbed it, slowly guiding him back down into the throne. “That’s it, get it out.”
Atem’s stomach rolled and he tried to say something, but another wave just forced its way out of his mouth.
When he came up for air, the jug was tugged away from his hands and another pushed at him. His stomach was empty now, though, and acid swirled in his belly like fish in the river.
“We’re going to the healers, right now.” Mahad said. Atem set the jug on the arm of his throne and pushed himself up, but his knees buckled. All of the priests there could see a faint aura surrounding him, and he looked up with white-hot fear in his eyes before collapsing entirely.
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He woke in a bed in the medical wing. A healer had a hand on his head, but pulled it away. He felt like someone had sucked him dry, and she clicked her tongue.
“Wh-what happened?”
“There’s heavy magic surrounding you, my Pharaoh. We aren’t sure what, yet, but it’s using your magic to disguise itself. Do you feel weak?” He nodded meekly. “I’m not surprised. We’ll find what it is, though, mark my words. You’re strong, you’ll fight this off.”
“Prince!” Mana hurried up to him. “You’re awake!”
“Mana, I-” He grimaced, curling in on himself, hugging one arm around his stomach as the sickly feeling returned. His stomach was aching, and he swore he felt it swell beneath the skin.
“What’s wrong?” Mana’s eyes were wide, and he just groaned.
“St-stomach hurts…”
The healer pulled back the blanket. They’d already disrobed him to try and find the cause of the mysterious illness, and she pulled back his arm to brush her fingers over his stomach. “It is a little swollen. The magic feels concentrated here. Just hold on, Pharaoh, we’ll find the cure to this.”
Mana brushed her fingers through his hair. “It’ll be alright.”
“I’m… I’m fine.” He tried to say, but the warble in his voice made it hard to believe.
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The next morning when he woke up, he wished he hadn’t.
His stomach still felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and he immediately leaned over the side of the healer’s bed to puke. There was a jug with a wide top there for just that, and his whole body shook.
“You’re awake!” Mahad swept up. “I take it you aren’t feeling any better?”
Atem wiped the sick from his lips, shaking his head. His stomach gurgled, then roared, surprising both of them with its volume and intensity. “I’m starving.”
“I’ll have something brought in- but are you sure you want to eat while you’re ill?”
Atem bent over his belly, clutching it. “Y-yes. I feel like… like I haven’t eaten in weeks.”
Mahad called for a servant, and relayed the order. Atem pulled his knees up to his chest, feeling the deep pit in his belly. Every second he didn’t feed it, it complained with gurgles and whines and angry clenches on nothing even as nausea still burned his throat.
When he was handed a plate of roast pig, he tore into it, ripping the meat from the bone and holding the plate out for more when he finished within minutes. The bewildered servants brought in a large basket of bread and fruits, and he tore through those too, until he felt swollen enough to pop and slumped back on the bed.
“What’s wrong with me…?”
“Maybe it’s some kind of magical second puberty?” Mana suggested, setting her hands on his belly and starting to rub it. “Maybe you’ll have a growth spurt!”
“Wouldn’t that be nice.” Atem mumbled. “But not worth-” Mana pressed down a little too hard and he whimpered. Something inside of him fought against him throwing up again, so he just swallowed down saliva and tried not to squirm.
As the day went on, so did his appetite, but his stomach physically couldn’t fit as much as he was hungry for, leading to baskets of food being left by his bedside as he tried to soothe his stomach into digesting a little.
“Come on…” His stomach radiated heat like a fire, and his eyes widened as it began shrinking before his eyes. He felt a little better, energy starting to come back, before a stabbing pain radiated from just under his belly button.
His belly started to grow again, until it was about half the size of when it was stuffed- but when he pressed a cautious hand to it, it was rock-hard, more than the food had been.
He bit his lip. He really hoped that this wasn’t some kind of curse meant to kill him from the inside.
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The healers tried something new- pulling at any foreign magic that had taken residence in his body. The idea was to trap it in an enchanted quartz, to be studied.
When magic wove from their hands to his stomach, it twisted like a cobra ready to strike, and the color flooded his face as every drop of his energy dove into his gut. He slumped back, gagging on nothing as his skin lit on fire, burning away the attempts to get rid of the intrusion.
The healers tried to call to him, but his eyes rolled back and he passed out, one hand curled atop his stomach.
He didn’t realize it was glowing.
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By day three, the curve of his belly hadn’t gone away- it had only increased. His appetite had died down a little, which was a relief, but the nausea was back, which was not.
“Have they found anything?” He asked Mana. She’d gone back to her quarters at some point to switch clothes, but otherwise had barely left his side. Mahad was there often as well, and having a friendly face nearby helped. A little.
Mana shook her head. “Nothing. Isn’t this supposed to be their job?”
“I’m sure they’re doing their best.” Mahad said, turning to Atem. “Any improvements?”
“I would say yes, but I know you’d always be honest with me, and I’d rather not lie to-” Atem froze.
Something had moved.
He settled both palms on his stomach, desperately hoping it had just been breakfast turning over, but then it happened again- something bumped up against his hands.
“Something just moved.” He whispered, and Mana quickly set her hands just below his, feeling around. She tugged his tunic up, and her eyes widened.
“Are you sure? You’ve been eating a lot, maybe you’re just full.” She squeezed his stomach a bit, and the movement happened again- this time pressing up directly against her. “....That’s not just food.”
“What else could it be?” Mahad waved the healer over.
“I… I don’t know. It must be a curse of some-” Atem jolted and grabbed for the nearest jug to vomit into. When he pulled back, Mana brushed his bangs out of his damp face.
“Throwing up, big belly, movements?” She paused, biting her lip. “Have you ever had sex?”
“I’ve… not like that, no!” Atem tried to push her away, but she just sat down on his cot.
“It probably wouldn’t be this fast, though, it took my cousin months to have her baby…”
“I’ll bring the idea up to the healers. It could still be a curse.” Mahad said, as Atem slumped back on the bed, stomach churning at the thought.
If he was right, this was certainly going to get worse, because while he looked bigger than he’d ever been, he wasn’t at full-term yet.
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Day four broke with a fever. Atem tried to get comfortable, but he was completely drenched with sweat, even after stripping to nothing and rubbing himself down with a towel. The sun was still in the underworld, but he was burning as if he was in the same room with Ra himself.
Mana was stretched out on the cot next to him, sleeping well enough. Mahad was off doing priestly duties, likely to be back in the morning. Atem turned over, setting a hand on his stomach. It was as slick as if he’d rubbed it down with lotion, and he sighed. Already, it was larger than when he fell asleep last night, from the stretch marks that had pulled themselves into existence. (The sweat certainly wasn’t helping the itching.)
“What are you?” He asked, running his palm along the skin, and got a nauseating wriggle from inside his body. His head spun, and he sat up. His stomach was like a rock, resting on his thighs, until he pulled his legs up. It felt like something strapped to him, hiding within his skin, and he wiped at his forehead with his arm. His yellow bangs drooped over his eyes, and he reached for the basket of bread next to the bed.
When Mana woke up, she found him dotted with crumbs and with tyrian purple eyes that had glazed over.
“Prince- Atem, are you okay?” She didn’t use his name very often, and the worried tone had him blinking.
“Mmm?”
“Is is… getting worse?” She asked while wringing her hands.
“I’m hot.” He said, and she hurried off to fetch something to drink, glancing back before leaving the room. He sunk his head into his hands, swearing he could feel the bread digest. Whatever was inside him was ravenous.
By the time she returned, the fever had stolen the minutes- it was as if he blinked and she had never left, even though the kitchens were halfway across the palace.
She held the jug up to his mouth- they’d found out that cups weren’t nearly enough for his new appetite two days ago. Cool milk sloshed down his throat, swelling out his stomach until he gasped and pulled back, bits of the creamy liquid splashing on his chin and chest.
“Better?” Mana asked, and he nodded, biting back a groan at the fullness. It faded quickly as the thing started using the milk, and his belly eased out again.
“We’ll… we’ll figure this out.” Mana set a hand on his forehead and winced, dipping a cloth in the remaining milk and setting it on his forehead. “You’re good, the gods won’t let you die like this.”
“I… I would hope not.” Atem muttered as Mahad walked in. He knelt down in front of Atem, hands hovering over his stomach, and Atem nodded permission. Mahad’s palms settled down, and slowly rubbed around with his fingers.
“Mana… may be right.” He said slowly. “It feels as if there’s something inside of you. And you’re hot.”
“He has a fever.” Mana said. “A pretty bad one, it seems like.” She settled down on his bed. “Isn’t there.... Isn’t there any magic we can use to fix this?”
Atem was starting to drift, head filled with cloth as sweat dripped down his neck. His organs felt like heated blankets had been stuffed between them.
“Until we know what it is, we run the risk of hurting the Pharaoh as much as this… thing.” Mahad sighed. “If it’s something using him as a host, it’s possible it will have to be birthed and we can dispose of it, but if I can find any other solution… we’ll want that to be a last resort.”
“...What?” Atem blinked, trying to pull himself back to reality. “Birthed?”
“Only as a last resort.” Mahad assured him. “If that is what it is, anyways. We may be wrong.”
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They weren’t wrong. A healer examined his stomach, then showed three small balls of light. “These are magical beings.”
“...Us?” Atem said weakly, referring to himself, the healer, and Mahad next to him. She shook her head.
“There are three beings within you. Yourself, this one, is mostly developed.” She wiggled her finger a little to indicate the purple light. “You’re an adult and have little growing left to do, and your magical power is fantastic. The other two are inside of you.” The other balls were orange and yellow, and as she tapped the lights, they moved in his belly.
He almost puked again. “So… I’m being used as a vessel for something.”
“They could be human.” She tried to smile. “They feel similar to you, both in magical signature and in structure. They’ll be powerful, but… this could be a blessing in disguise.”
“I…” He looked down at his stomach. “They could be human?”
She nodded. “I don’t want to get your hopes up, my Lord, but perhaps they were sent for a reason. You are young and strong. If anyone could make it through this, you can.”
He swallowed. “I… I would like to be alone.”
She bowed. “Certainly. We’re a call away.” She turned and left him, and after a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder, Mahad did the same.
Atem took a deep breath, setting his fingertips on his stomach and letting his hand slowly settle until his sweaty palms cradled the warm skin. “I don’t know what you are, or what you want. If you have magic, who knows what you could be. But… if you’re human, then you’re mine. I won’t hand you two off to some poor soul who can’t handle your magic. You’ll… well, I guess I won’t have to worry about heirs, or finding a good wife.” He tried to force up a smile, but it was weak.
“You have to promise me, though, not to kill me. Egypt’s already lost my father, I don’t want them to lose me too.” He bit his lip. “If… if you’re just a monster, if you’re even aware, this is probably funny to you, but… please, don’t hurt anyone. I… I don’t want anything happening because I was too weak to stop it.”
The things moved, warmth spreading through his belly, and for once nausea didn’t rise up his throat. He hoped that was a good sign.
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The worst moments were when he could feel it growing. He wasn’t used to the movement and doubted he’d have the time to fully adjust, but at least that usually didn’t hurt. It was uncomfortable and the way they shifted around made him wonder over and over what he carried, but he could pretend it was just what happened, something that anyone dealt with in pregnancy.
It grew in spurts, usually after he ate. He stuffed himself to bursting, stomach swollen and sweating, because if he didn’t, it took his ba. It took his ba anyways, energy draining like water pouring from a vase, but if he didn’t eat enough to satisfy the twins, he became dizzy and feverish, usually passing out after a few minutes.
If he was a puppet, he’d rather be aware of what it was doing.
After the food, his stomach sank as it was churned away to energy. Then, it rose again, this time harder and often with a tiny hand or foot against the skin. It burned like fire, and he could feel the skin stretching, the bodies inside becoming that much bigger in a matter of seconds.
The one benefit of it was that the tiny hands and feet looked human. It was probably foolish, but he was starting to cling to the hope that they were human- that they weren’t evil spirits sent to torment him and everyone he loved.
“What would you want? Boys or girls?” Mana asked him on the afternoon of the seventh day. He felt ready to pop already, but they were still settled comfortably.
“I… I don’t really care.” Atem said. “Boys would be nice, but I’d like girls too. Maybe one of each?”
“One of each sounds good.” Mana said. “Although if they’re girls, I can teach them magic by the time they’re old enough to learn!” Her tone was bright, but her eyes betrayed worry as Atem winced from one of the dozens of aches he had to deal with. Trying to go through a pregnancy in what was shaping up to be a little over a week wasn’t pleasant. His skin stretched, he could barely walk because his balance was so off, and he was lucky to get two or three hours of sleep a night. His eyes had bags the color of the darkest night sky.
“If either of them is a girl, she’s yours.” Atem hugged the pillow. “I haven’t even thought of names…”
“We can decide on that after they’re born.” Mana said. “Now, I brought in a sennet set. Want to play?”
Atem nodded, and even managed to maneuver himself so he didn’t have to reach over his stomach to move the pieces.
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By the morning of the ninth day, he wanted them out. He felt like crying from the pain as they pushed his body past its limit- his stomach was like a furiously swollen thing and every movement from his overstretched skin was like a hot iron prodding him from the inside.
He had no idea how much of it was the speed of the pregnancy and how much was the fact that it was twins and his height, but honestly, considering it was like lightning against his body every time he so much as lifted his arm to grab a piece of fruit, he didn’t much care why it hurt.
It was almost a relief when labor came, but then the pain doubled and he couldn’t hold back a whimper, and then a full scream. He bit down on a leather strip someone had offered him as the healers tugged his legs apart, and even that motion made tears streak down his cheeks from how sensitive his body was.
The healers brought his bed to a quieter side room, which he was grateful for- he didn’t want everyone in the ward seeing this, especially when he started sobbing as his body bucked and he had to push against hips that hadn’t had near enough time to widen properly for birth.
In the end, the head healer had to use magic to nudge his hip-bones to the side, enough for the twins to even fit. He felt fluid gushing down his thighs to pool beneath his legs and butt, but was afraid if he craned his neck to see it would all be red.
“My pharaoh…” One of the healers was awed as she held out the firstborn.
It was human, with milky hair. He blinked, vision blurry.
“Is… it…?”
The healer toweled it off. “It’s human, and… a girl.”
“A girl…” He said, before crying out. Her sibling wasn’t out yet. Their head stretched him again, but when they finally emerged, he slumped back, exhausted.
“Another girl. Both… they both look like healthy girls. I never would know otherwise.” The head healer settled the first one against his chest, and she yawned, still shiny from the birth.
“They’re… okay?” He stared down at her. “They’re…”
A soothing sort of coolness surrounded his lower half- a healing spell, likely. “You’re all going to be just fine.” The head healer smiled, and if he didn’t feel like he’d been drowned and set on fire at the same time, he would have smiled back.
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