#i saw my opportunity to talk about South Park sorry about that :((
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Exposed || Kenny McCormick x Reader
note: characters are aged up
Another uneventful day in South Park. Minutes ago, your friend had called and asked you to come over again. You agreed, naturally. Why would you pass up the opportunity to hang out with Kenny?
The walk to his house didn't take long considering you only lived down the street from him, so you were already here. You knocked on the door and waited, before hearing various bangs from the other side. You would be concerned, but this was normal. Well, you are concerned... but you were used to this sort of thing and you knew what happened when you aren't around.
After a couple minutes, Kenny's mom opened the door and smiled at you. "Come in, Y/N. It's nice to see you again."
She couldn't deny the fact you were making Kenny and his siblings happier by being around, she even caught herself feeling relieved as they tended to argue less (if at all) when you were here.
"Nice to see you too, Mrs. McCormick." You smiled back at her.
"Please, you don't need to be formal with me." She waved her hand in dismissal of the formality, "you know you can call me Carol."
"I know—" you were enjoying the meaningless conversation, but you were interrupted by a voice from the hallway.
"Y/N's here!" Karen yelled joyfully and ran over to you.
"Hi, Karen." You smiled down at her.
"C'mon, Kenny was just talking about you!"
She began dragging you to his room at the end of the hallway, where he had music on full volume, so he didn't realise you had arrived yet.
Karen didn't bother knocking as she swung the door open, startling her older brother, and dragging you in behind her.
"Karen! Jesus..." he jumped slightly from where he laid on his bed.
"What?"
"Hey, Y/N." He momentarily ignored her as he greeted you. As he got up, he lowered the volume on the radio and walked over to you. "It's good to see you again."
Laughing at his endearment, you remarked, "you saw me yesterday Ken."
"What can I say?" He shrugged. "I just like hanging out with you."
"Yeah, he likes you a whole lot." Karen snickered from where she stood next to you, and you smiled down at her again. You didn't notice him glaring at his younger sister.
"Does he really?" You asked, deciding to play it cool.
"He has a name." Kenny muttered, "whatever."
"Yeah, he said how he likes it when you—"
"Anyways!" He covered her mouth with his hand, knowing she wasn't strong enough to force it off, so she just shouted. Even if her shouts were muffled.
Raising an eyebrow, you looked up at him and noticed his face had gotten considerably more red than before. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it cute.
"How about we go get some fresh air, Y/N?" He suggested, changing the subject.
"Sure."
The two of you made your way to the front door when his mom called from the sofa, "take your sister with you!"
"But, mom—" he turned around to argue, only to see Karen swinging on her feet behind you.
"Bring her or you're grounded, Kenny!"
Kenny felt guilty for wanting to leave Karen at home, considering how horrible their home life, but he also didn't want his chance with you to be ruined. On the other hand, if he got grounded it meant he couldn't see you at all for a while.
"C'mon, we can go to the park." He grumbled.
"Yay!" She grabbed her coat and dashed out the door.
"Sorry, Y/N."
"Sorry?" You echoed, making him look over at you while you walked side-by-side. "I love having her around." A soft smile on your face.
Adoration was all Kenny could feel in this moment. The way you cared for his younger sister as if she was one of your own. How could he not fall in love with you?
"He loves having you around too, Y/N!" Karen shouted back from in front of you. "He always tells me about how much he misses you after you leave."
"Oh my god."
"I'd sure hope so," you laughed in response. What was that supposed to mean?
"Do you ever keep to yourself?" He asked, the question clearly directed at Karen.
"It's not my fault you won't make a move on the girl you say you lo-"
"Karen!"
"What!?"
Getting caught in the middle of an argument between the McCormicks was one thing, having the argument partially involve you was another.
Karen was trying so hard to wing-woman for her older brother that was too awkward to just make a move on you already. So she decided to take it into her own hands.
"Kenny's in love with you, Y/N. Do what you want with that information, I'm going home." That was the last thing she said, before turning around in the direction of their run-down house and walking away.
"Karen. Karen! For fuck sake." He considered running after her, or even going home as well, but thought against it when he noticed you stood still in the corner of his eye.
Refusing to look at you, he kicked a nearby stone and internally panicked. Why weren't you saying anything? But what could you possibly say in this situation? How have you just stood there the whole time?
You were stood in shock.
"Uh," you took a deep breath and prepared for the heavy conversation you were about to have. "Were all those things your sister said true?"
"Possibly." He turned his body to face you, but his eyes could have burned holes into the pavement with the way he was staring intensely, still refusing to look at you.
"Just give me a straight answer." You groaned and his head snapped up to look at you. Why were you so persistent.
"Karen doesn't like lying because it gets her in trouble. Does that help?"
You didn't know what to do. He was avoiding the answer, but his response and body language all screamed the fact she was telling the truth.
"Kenny."
The way you said his name was enough to make his heart skip a beat, as if it wasn't already drumming intensely in his chest.
"Look at me." It was a command, but you said it so gently that he complied.
Terrified eyes met yours. Both of you were too afraid to now break that eye contact, in fear of what could possibly happen next.
"Y/N..." he began, but he was unable to find words. What was there to say?
"Kenny, you do like me, don't you?" You asked softly, slowly stepping closer to him.
He wanted to stay silent, he's never felt so embarrassed in his life, but he couldn't stop his emotions pouring out of his heart. "Yeah, and I have for what feels like forever."
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I feel like I've been exposed. I hope this doesn't change anything between us, I mean I can't imagine how awkward you feel as well, Y/N, so I'm sorry—"
"Kenny."
"I understand if—" he kept going, not hearing the utterance of his name.
"Kenny!" You raised your voice, making him jump a little.
"Huh?"
"Shut up for a second," you laughed.
"What's so funny?"
"I like you too, dumbass."
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Chapter VIII ✦ Calm Before The Storm
Paring: Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio
Summary: Rhea and Dom have a moment again.
Warnings; a bit of smut
Word Count: 4.5k
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A/n: Sorry I took so long, I forgot to post this chapter 😭
The airport was a bit busy on a Sunday night as most of the passengers that arrived just now were already taking their bags and going home. Among the crowd, Finn, Damian, Dominik, Solo, and Jimmy were waiting as they all looked around for any signs of Roman and Rhea. Days have passed since the duo had left for South Carolina for the events that they were asked to assist, and now, they were finally returning back home.
“Uce just texted,” Jimmy called out as he looked at his phone. “Said that he’s already grabbing his bag. They’re gonna be here in a minute.”
“Good, cuz I’m starving.” Finn said as he sighed while he looked at the time. “Would it be a good time to hit the bar and get a quick bite?”
“I don’t see why not, but we can’t be drinking tonight. Monday Night Raw’s tomorrow and we gotta be ready.” Damian commented. “Especially with Rhea and Roman who are now back.”
“True.”
Dominik then perked up when he got a text notification from his phone. He dug his hand inside his pocket as he opened the message. It was Rhea.
‘Just grabbed my suitcase. See you in a bit. 🖤’
Dominik smiled, excited that he’ll get to have his Mami back. Soon Rhea and Roman could be seen in the swarm of people getting out the gate. He ran towards her and picked her up into a hug which she returned.
“I missed you Mami.”
“I know Dom Dom, I missed you too,” Rhea said before pulling Dominik into a sweet kiss. Roman could only watch from afar in jealousy.
However before anyone would notice (with the exception of Solo, who instantly noticed his expression the moment Rhea and Dom kissed), Jimmy had come up to him with a huge grin. “Hey Uce!”
“Hey,” Roman suddenly said, his cousin giving him a small pat on the shoulder.
“Yo, how did it go? Everything good?”
“Yeah… yeah, definitely.” Roman nodded as the group walked away from the airport and into the parking area.
“We saw the meet and greet pics, too.” Finn commented as the group made their way to the car while Damian opened up the trunk of the car. “How did that go for you guys?”
“You know, the usual.” Rhea was the first to comment as Dom helped her put her suitcase inside the trunk. “The fans were excited when they saw us too, we tried to get as many pictures as possible with many of them.”
“Would’ve been better if we were there, am I right Dom?”
“I don’t know man, I mean, Rhea can tell you that.”
At the comment, Rhea chuckled. “Yeah- it would’ve been better if you guys were with us. You missed a whole lot.”
“Yeah, I assumed so.” Damian stated as Dom closed the trunk of the car.
“Come on, come on guys, I’m hungry, let’s go!” Finn urged as the others began to get in the car. Damian was the last one before he saw Roman, Solo, and Jimmy from the other side getting in their car as well.
He swore he saw Reigns suddenly look away the second he looked in their direction.
At that, he didn’t say anything before he got inside and began to drive off.
The group stopped by the bar inside the hotel to eat some dinner, with Finn being the one paying for their meals as they all sat down and waited for their food. As they did, Rhea took the opportunity to get her suitcase back to her room while Dom accompanied her. Once the two were gone, Damian and Finn were left chatting.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait… I thought we agreed not to talk about it anymore.” Finn said as Damian made a face before he spoke.
“We did… but listen here,” The taller male began. “Even Solo himself said that after the entire thing blew over, Roman still hasn’t stopped going after Rhea lately.”
“What, just because he stares at her every chance he gets? Damian, Rhea now knows her boundaries and she’s learned her lesson. She’s trying to fix things with Dom too, especially now.” The Irish male told him as he looked around to make sure no one was listening before he kept speaking. “I mean sure, they were away for five days alone, but come on now. Knowing Rhea, I can guarantee you that nothing happened between them during that time.”
“Look dawg, I don’t know.” Damian mumbled. “And this is the second time I’m going to question her but… I hope that you’re right on this one. Because that shit should’ve never happened to begin with.”
“Let’s hope things don’t get out of hand anymore.” Finn mumbled, taking a sip from his glass of water.
Meanwhile, Rhea closed the door behind her as she left her stuff inside her room while Dom waited for her. She then kept her keys in her pocket.
“You got that suitcase from Zelina?” Dom asked her as they both walked down the hallway.
“Yeah, since my dress wouldn’t fit in mine then we decided to switch suitcases.” Rhea told him, folding her hands inside her pockets. “And so? How did everything go while I was gone?”
“It went well, actually.” Dom told her, omitting the fight with Jey. “Well aside from the whole tag title issue—“
“No, no, I don’t mean any of that.” Rhea interrupted him as they paused in their steps. “I meant… how did it go while I wasn’t around?”
Don furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“You know, have… have you changed your mind about us?” She mumbled as she faced him, seeking an answer from him.
At that, Dom pondered. He then sighed as he looked down at her and spoke. “Well, I haven’t. Have you?”
“… No. No, I haven’t. Not even for a single second.” She told him softly as she held his hand, her gaze meeting his. “I… I want to continue on with this, Dom. I really do. I want us to move on past everything and go back to how we were.”
A small smile appeared on his face before he held her hand back. “Me too.” He felt her remove her hand away from his only to cup his cheek as her thumb caressed it slightly.
“I missed you, you know?”
“I missed you, too, Mami.”
She smiled warmly before they both shared a kiss, with her cupping his face as he held his hands around her waist.
The elevator doors opened as they shared their moment together, unaware of who was coming out with a neck-pillow that Rhea had accidentally forgotten back at the airport. Somehow it was mistakenly placed inside Roman’s suitcase and when he found it, he realized that it wasn’t his, but Rhea’s.
It was then that he saw the two kissing that he paused in his own tracks
At that moment, he only mentally debated on doing one thing: either just walk away back to his room and give her neck pillow later when she wasn’t occupied, or interrupt them and give it back to her anyways.
And by god, he wanted to do the second option, because at this rate he couldn’t stand watching this sight in front of him.
However, he decided to discard all thought away as he pretended that he was not standing there the entire time as he approached the two and cleared his throat. Causing the two to break away and face him.
“Sorry, excuse me— but, you dropped this back at the airport. I was gonna find you but I couldn’t look for you after we all left, so.” He gave the neck pillow back to Rhea.
At first, Rhea seemed hesitant for a split second before she only nodded and took it from his grasp. “Yeah- thanks,” she mumbled, looking at Roman who had an unreadable expression on his face.
However, he only nodded his head before he turned and walked away and back to his own room.
Rhea could only watch him leave before she shook her head and turned her attention back on Dom, who was witness to the short interaction, though he looked at Rhea with concern.
“Mami? Is everything alright?”
Rhea was silent for a few seconds, before she placed a hand on Dom’s shoulder and looked at him and spoke. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just… it’s been a long flight and I really want to rest.”
“Oh, well, I can go and buy dinner and bring it here if you want. You know, for the both of us.”
At that, Rhea looked at him in surprise. When she did, Dom blinked before he realized what he said as he paused momentarily. “Unless you don’t want to then—“
“No, no, I do, it’s just—“ She blurted out then paused and began to reconsider the thought. “Do you… want to spend the night with me?”
At the question, he looked at her. “Well, I mean, if you want to then—“
“Yes, yes I do.” Rhea replied more confidently without a second thought as she got her keys from her pocket. “It’s been a while anyways—“
“Okay- um, let me just grab a quick bite, do you want anything?”
“No thanks, I’ll be alright.” She reassured him as she unlocked the door. Don nodded as he then went to the elevator to go down the bar to buy his dinner while Rhea waited for him in her room.
Dom had finally arrived at the bar downstairs when he saw Finn and Damian talking and eating before the latter stood up. He watched as Finn nodded at him while he continued eating before he turned and began to leave the bar. When he did, he noticed Dom walking in.
“Hey, all good?” Damian asked him. “Where’s Rhea?”
“She’s resting up, I’m just gonna buy food to go and spend some time with her.” He told him. At that, Damian blinked in surprise before a smile appeared on his face.
Dom realized what this meant as he gave him a look. “Damian, it’s not—“
“Oh no, no,no, chill, no he dicho nada.” He quickly said as he chuckled and patted Dom’s shoulder.
“Look man, I’m just taking things slow with her, okay?” Dom quickly told him as he raised his hands in defense. “We both agree to start all over again after… you know, everything.”
At that, Damian understood. “I get it.” He told him.
“Hey Damian.” Dom began as he seemed to ponder. “… you trust Rhea, right?”
At the question, Damian stood there in confusion as he looked at the younger male before him. “Yeah… yeah, of course I do.” He mumbled as he crossed his arms. “Why? Do you trust her?”
“Yeah- I do, it’s just… I’m worried about her, Damian, you know? After everything that happened…”
“Hey. It’s gonna be alright.” Damian reassured him as they both walked inside the bar back together. “If Rhea asked you for a second chance then it means something. She genuinely cares about you, a lot.”
As he said this, Dom slowly gave a nod as he understood what he meant. “I know, but…”
“Hey. Don’t start getting any doubts, man. The more you do, the less your chances are of fixing things with her.” Damian quickly told him. “Now, I’ll need you to go up there and I’m gonna need both of you to be the Rhea and Dom that I know you guys are. Talk things out, set a plan, rules, anything just that you both can be happy again. Alright?”
“Alright,” Dom smiled, “Thanks man.”
“Don’t mention it.” Damian once again parted his shoulder as Dom ordered his food while Damian began to walk away from the bar.
When he did, he saw the elevator doors open and noticed Roman coming out. He watched as the champion looked around before he walked all the way to the back, right where the pool and lounge area was.
At that moment, Damian pondered as he remembered Solo’s words from days ago. He then looked back at the bar to see that Finn and Dom were talking as Dobm waited for his food before looking back at the direction Roman went. Taking the opportunity, Damian decided to follow him.
He needed to have a chat with Reigns.
“So it’s true? They want the titles to be split?” Roman asked over the phone as he spoke with Paul, sitting on one of the chairs near the pool.
“Yes, my Tribal Chief, but get this,” Paul spoke to him. “I was able to arrange a meeting regarding this after Crown Jewel. It took me a while, but I was able to convince Nick and Pearce regarding this issue, and they will be letting Triple H know about this. Apparently they were supposed to let us know after Crown Jewel, but the issue was that it was never meant to be known to anyone else other than you, the Bloodline, and the Judgement Day. Given that you were the one who gave the authorization to unify the tag titles, you also have a say on this decision. So, basically, both Nick and Pearce want your input before they announce or do anything.”
“Wiseman, let me remind you something. Right now, the Bloodline isn’t the one holding those titles. It's the Judgement Day.” Roman recalled as he shifted in his seat while looking around to make sure no one was listening. “If they want my input on that, it’s going to be a big no.”
“Yes, yes, I understand completely.” Paul quickly agreed. “The thing is that we need to remind them that anything that is being instructed or told to them needs to go through you first. And that’s what they’re not understanding, my Tribal Chief.”
“Exactly. Which is why that meeting is going to happen.” Roman quickly told him. “I don’t give a damn what they think. The next time they want to try and screw the Bloodline and the Judgement Day over, they’re gonna have to go through me first.”
“About that… shouldn’t Miss Ripley also be informed about this too? I mean- yes, you work with her, but she’s technically the leader of the Judgement Day, and with you being the leader of the Bloodline especially with both groups basically unified…”
“I’ll let her know, too. Don’t worry about that. For now, I just need you to make sure Nick and Pearce get the message and not say a single word about the titles until we get to that meeting.” As he said this, Roman saw from the corner of his eye someone approach. He turned his head, noticing it was none other than Damian, and from what he could tell, he wanted to speak to him.
Sighing, Roman turned back to his phone. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. If there’s any updates, shoot me a text. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he hung up, keeping the phone inside his pocket before he stood up as Damian had already approached him.
“Priest,” Roman greeted as he folded his hands inside his pockets. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Yeah, well…” Damian casually spoke as he crossed his arms. “I’m not that tired yet, so I figured I’d stay up for a bit. We need to talk.”
“About what?” Roman asked, curious as to what the other male wanted to discuss.
“Look, I know I already told you to back off from Rhea,” Damian began, “But… I’ve been getting this weird vibe from you lately, especially ever since you both came back from South Carolina. And if I’m being honest, I don’t know how to describe it. But it worries me, because I’m starting to think that you’re not being a man of your word.”
It was only quiet for a few seconds as Roman looked down at first before he rubbed his face as he looked up at Damian, giving his statement to him. “Look, Damian. Like I’ve said before, what happened between me and Ripley was a mistake. And I guarantee you that nothing is going on, at all.”
“Are you telling me the truth?”
“Do you really think I’d be lying to you right now?” Roman asked him.
Damian only stared at him before he began to think of his next choice of words before he spoke. “I’m hoping that you are not. Because right now, we need to focus on what’s going to happen to all of us next.”
“Fine by me. As I said, I only say the truth and the truth only.”
“… alright.”
With that, Damian turned and began to walk away.
“Oh, before I forget,” Roman suddenly called out as Damian paused and turned to him. “I just got off with Paul on the phone. You guys might expect a meeting after Crown Jewel regarding the tag titles.”
“… so the rumors are true?”
“Unfortunately yes,” He explained as he sat back down on his chair. “But I told Paul to let Nick and Pearce know that I told him to not mention anything until that meeting happens. Because they want my input on it and all I’m going to tell them is that they should be advising you guys rather than not saying a word about it to you directly.”
“… but out of curiosity, if it was your input only, would you allow the titles to be split?”
“Hell no.” Roman quickly said, taking a sip from his drink. “I was the one that unified them in the first place. They got unified, so they stay unified, no matter what.”
Damian pondered over his words as he looked at him. Ever since the deal was made, Roman was someone who was more than willing to uplift the Judgement Day, as well as someone who is willing to do whatever it takes to remain on top. Even if it was with the help from his own blood or from the Judgement Day themselves.
And to be fair, Damian would hate to see the deal being off some day. Which is something that he hoped wouldn’t happen.
“I’ll let the others know about this, but if you want, you can let them know too in advance.” Roman told him as he stood and took his empty glass. “I’m gonna rest up. See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah… see you.” Damian mumbled as Roman walked away while he remained alone. He stood there for a few minutes before he suddenly heard a text notification from his phone. Blinking, he got his phone out from his pocket and opened up a certain text message.
He only read it immediately before he then looked around and replied back to the message. Afterwards, he kept the phone in his pocket before he went back inside the hotel, just after agreeing to meet with a certain someone at the bar.
“You guys really killed it on that meet and greet though.” Dom said to Rhea as the two laid down in bed in her room while she showed him several pictures from South Carolina. “How long did you guys have to be there for?”
“Five hours.” Rhea explained to him before he gave her phone back. “Compared to other meet and greets, this one was the longest I’ve been in so far. I’m telling you though, you guys should’ve been there.” She insisted as she took a french fry from his plate and ate it.
At that, he shifted a bit on the bed to face her. “You’re saying that you were bored out there without us?”
“Oh, definitely.” She quickly said as she sat up and her back was leaning against the bed frame. “I felt like I was talking to a brick wall sometimes. Plus, I… honestly missed this.” She mumbled, gesturing at herself and Dom.
At that, Dom gazed at her before he closed up the food container as he stood up and went to put it away. He then came back shortly as he sat down beside her. “I missed this too, and… I wish we do this more often now that we’re fixing this.”
“We will,” she mumbled as she held his hand and gazed at him, “Only if you’re up to it.”
She cupped his cheek as she said this while he leaned against her touch. As he did, Dom gazed at her softly as he also kissed her palm.
Rhea smiled softly at the gesture. However, something in the back of her mind was yelling at her that this reminded her of something- or someone- but she immediately discarded the thought away. She leaned closer before she kissed him, cupping his face as she did so while Dom held an arm around her waist. Dom then pulled Rhea into his lap to straddle him.
“Are you sure you want to keep going, Dom Dom? I know you said you wanted to take things slow.”
“Yes, I want to keep going. I know I said to take it slow but let’s just consider this as make up sex, please?” Dom panted. Rhea chuckled at his desperate state and began to kiss him again. She took her shirt off while Dom admired her body like he always did.
“You're so beautiful mami.” Rhea smiled.
“Thank you, baby. You are so beautiful too.” Dom flushed at the compliment. Rhea took off the rest of her clothes as well as Dominik’s and began to kiss down his body. She went down towards his waist until he stopped her.
“Wait, mami, I wanna taste you, please?” Rhea nodded in agreement before Dom flipped them over. He kissed her face then down her jawline to her neck then he paused for a second.
Were those…hickeys?
She wouldn’t lie to him again…would she?
“Dom?”
“Yes?”
“Are you alright? Do you want to stop?”
“No, no, I’m fine…” He continued his way down, between her legs. He took his time licking up her folds, savoring her sweet taste that he missed dearly. While Rhea moaned in pleasure, her mind took her back to a certain someone and how good that person made her feel, but rushed that thought away immediately because now she was with Dom. She wanted to fix things with Dom. She wanted to stay with Dom, right?
Roman was in his room on his phone reading some emails when he got a text from none other than the irresistible force, Nia Jax. Roman, confused, opened the text.
When he did, however, he was met with a video that she had sent. It was a video of him and Rhea walking up to the hotel after they got off from their rental car, then suddenly Rhea leaned in to whisper something in his ear (which he knew what it was at that moment), before he was seen chuckling and going inside the hotel with her. From what he could tell, this video was taken from a distance.
Then he saw her text:
‘Someone sent me this. Would be a shame if I exposed this tomorrow during Monday Night Raw…🤭.’
At the text, he sat up and looked at it for a few minutes.
How the fuck did she find out and who sent that to her in the first place?
Immediately, he stood up from the bed, debating on whether he should call and confront her or not. Then the thought of Rhea popped into his head and before he knew it he was calling her.
Meanwhile, Rhea laid comfortably by Dom’s side as he was spooning her in his sleep. She tried to slowly let herself drift away as she was moments away from sleeping before she suddenly heard her phone vibrate at the table lamp beside her. Blinking in confusion and wondering who would call her this late, she slowly and carefully removed Dom’s arm away from her waist before she grabbed her phone.
She wanted to hang up as she rubbed her forehead when she saw who the caller was. Roman.
She took a deep breath before she took Dom’s shirt and her pair of panties from the floor as she quickly put them on before she quietly went to the bathroom with her phone in hand and closed the door quietly, locking it in the process before she answered Roman’s call.
“This better be a good reason to wake me up.” She told him in a low tone, yet firmly.
“Nia Jax knows.”
At the sudden statement, Rhea paused as she blinked a few times. “… Excuse me? Knows about what?”
“About what we did in South Carolina. And she has evidence, she’s also threatening to expose that evidence tomorrow at Raw.”
At that, Rhea’s expression immediately changed as she spoke quietly and paced around the bathroom. “Well then, are you going to do something about it? You both are related- make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”
“I’m going to find her first thing in the morning—“
“I don’t mean later, I mean NOW.” She almost hissed. “Find her now, she should be here in this hotel. I can’t deal with her just yet until Crown Jewel.”
“Look, I’m gonna go and find her now.” He immediately told her as she heard some shuffling in the background. “But what I need you to do is to not cause anything. If she confronts you—“
“Wait. Hold on.” She interrupted him when she heard a text notification from her phone, immediately, she looked at her phone, noticing the text message was from Nia. Frowning, she opened it.
‘Tomorrow @ 12 PM, meet me at the cafeteria in the hotel. Don’t be late. Or I’ll leak the video.’
Rhea remained silent as she stared down at the text. She willed herself not to lose her temper right then and there, holding her phone still while Roman was still on the line.
“Ripley? What’s going on—“
“You better go and find Nia, set things straight with her, and make her keep her mouth shut.” She interrupted him yet again. “Because now she wants to talk to ME tomorrow before Raw.”
“Wait. Don’t.” Roman immediately said to her.
“Reigns, if I don’t do it, she’s going to expose us—“
“She threatened you?”
“Of course she did. What else could she have done?”
“Okay- you know what, stay put. I’m gonna go and look for her asap. Do NOT do anything yet until you hear back from me, understood?”
“Reigns, if I remember correctly, I don’t take orders from no one, especially you. You go deal with her now, I’ll deal with her tomorrow. End of story.” With that, Rhea hung up and almost slammed her phone near the sink. She then took a deep breath while looking at herself in the mirror.
She knew why Nia was doing this. All because of her Championship. She’d do anything to make Rhea fall and crumble. But that was not happening anytime soon. Not as long as she remains on top.
She was going to remind Nia who she was dealing with.
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Brightest Blue (series)
PART ONE
Pairing: Josh & female!Reader
Warnings: None yet.
Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place.
Notes: Here we are everyone. This fic has been a long time in the making, but I’m pretty dang happy with it so far! I made Josh extra lovable and squishy for you all. I hope you enjoy! This fic is edited by the amazing and gorgeous, @lantern-inthenight. And big thanks as always to @myownparadise96. I literally could not have found the motivation to do this fic without you.
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The scenery in Michigan was vastly different than back home. You were used to and comfortable with the nearly unforgiving heat of the American South West, but the farther away you got from home, the more foreign everything seemed. The scrubland slowly started being replaced by emerald green grass and dense forests of towering pines. Once you hit Illinois, little farmsteads were scattered along every road you took, boasting fields thick with corn and beans.
It was a bit over a full day’s worth of driving. You had originally thought you could just drive right through - after all, you were young and you had plenty of caffeine at the ready. In reality, you wound up digesting the trip over two days.
You were a fortunate enough person that you had a reliable car, which made up for the fact that it wasn’t very pretty to look at. It didn’t exactly sip gas, but that had never even been a concern before this - it wasn’t very often that you left home, let alone make a trip across the country. But you were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you started seeing the exit signs for Ann Arbor.
Your parents had been a bit judgemental about you picking a school so far away - they were even worse homebodies than you, and they knew that you being across the country meant they wouldn’t be seeing you until the school year was over - but there was no way you could turn down an opportunity like this one. You had worked your ass off to qualify for a scholarship, knowing full well that there was no way you could afford higher education otherwise. MU hadn’t been your very first choice but with one of the better programs in the country for your desired field, you just couldn’t turn it down.
You had to pull over into a McDonald’s parking lot to pull up the address you were looking for and program it into your phone’s GPS before continuing further into the city. Your mother had been particularly wary about your living situation. See, she was a woman that adamantly liked to have a plan and then stick to it - she didn’t see any value in just letting things happen. “Go with the flow” wasn’t in her vocabulary, but you’d always romanticised the idea. Which was why, when you pulled up to the apartment that you were going to be living in for the next year, it was the first time you’d ever seen it.
You had found the listing on the Facebook marketplace for the area, looked at a couple of pictures, and signed the lease agreement online - all without knowing what you were really in for. You’d been informed that you’d have a roommate when you’d contacted the landlord, but she hadn’t mentioned a thing about the person other than that. All she really said was “no pets, no smoking, and one month’s rent for the security deposit. You had told yourself that it didn’t really matter what the situation was as long as the other person wasn’t outwardly malicious and the place wasn’t infested with pests or anything, even though you knew it mattered a little.
An audible sigh of relief left your lips when you pulled into the apartment parking lot and found that your new home looked well kept. The building had old, slide-up windows, but the brick siding was clean, and the shrubs that lined the property were trimmed and neat. You and your back seat stuffed to max capacity with house plants had made it - and with only a bit of sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters for damages.
After you got out of the car, you grabbed your very favorite potted cactus and found your way into the building, meandering down the dim hall until you came upon the door marked 6. You hadn’t been given a key yet, so you knocked with your free hand and waited until you heard someone shuffling around inside.
You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous - obviously, you were - but more than anything you were excited. Anxious, maybe? That seemed like the right word.
The door opened to reveal a boy, around your age, hair a mess of curls on the top and shorn tighter to the sides of his head. You were immediately taken aback by the depth in his eyes, chocolatey and warm.
“What’s up?” he asked casually, leaning against the door frame, a pair of old-school headphones dangling from his hand.
You frowned at him slightly, suddenly terrified you’d gotten the wrong apartment number. You weren’t sure how you’d live with that embarrassment, especially if you had to live next door to him - you’d just be that stupid girl that didn’t even know where she lived. “Oh, I think I’m your new roommate? This is number six, right?” You peered around the other side of the open door, just to confirm.
A beaming grin spread over his soft face, showing you his blindingly white teeth and the deepest pair of dimples you’d ever seen. “Oh, cool, yeah. Come on in.”
He stepped aside, giving a dramatically flourished bow as a gesture for you to enter. You obliged, and even though this was your new house too, you paused and waited as he shut the door behind you.
“Sorry, I was expecting you yesterday, so.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile and then extended his free hand to you. “Anyway, I’m Josh.”
You shifted your cactus to one arm so you could shake his hand. “Y/N. Yeah, sorry, it took me longer than I expected to get here. Which is why my stuff apparently showed up before I did.”
You eyed around the apartment, spotting boxes of your things in piles. The original plan your parents had come up with was to have you rent a U-Haul, but since you’d never driven anything bigger than your Camry, you had quickly shot that idea down. After some expert negotiating, they had agreed to hire a moving company. You hadn’t had the balls to ask what a service like that had set them back - decided instead that it was better if you didn’t know.
“Oh yeah,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It all showed up yesterday at like noon. One of the boxes was open a little, and I saw records so I looked through them to make sure you weren’t some kind of freak.”
It was more of a statement than a warning, and the smile he gave you showed not even a shred of an apology so you just smiled back. “Find anything you like?”
He turned on his heel and headed into the kitchen - connected to the living room by a huge square archway. “Your music taste is,” He paused, opening a cupboard and pulling down two mismatched glasses. “Eclectic.”
You laughed at him, bending to gently set your plant down on a side table. “That’s true.”
“But I found plenty I could listen to, so I guess you’re okay. You want some juice?” he asked as he held up a paper carton of store brand orange juice
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“That would be lovely,” you agreed, standing stick straight the way you did when in the presence of new company. “My dad used to take me to a lot of thrift stores and we’d go home with a minimum of two records per trip.”
“I love thrifting,” he said simply, giving you an alarmingly serious look. “There are three here, I think. Every once in a while you can find something really worth keeping. I have kind of a ‘catch and release’ policy where if I don’t instantly know what I’m going to do with an item, I leave it there, but I think - like - a third of my wardrobe is from thrift stores.”
You listened, feeling oddly entranced by the way he was handing you thoughts as they came to him. There was something truly honest about it - a quality people back home didn’t seem to have. It was charming.
He brought your glass of juice to you and then motioned to the rest of the apartment. “You want the grand tour of Casa De Joshua-” He gave you a pointed look and a cheesy grin. “And Y/N?”
You breathed a laugh at him, nodding as you sipped. “Please.”
“Okay, try not to get lost - this is obviously the living room. I do most of my living here as the name would suggest. I found this couch on the side of the road - actually almost all of my furniture is adopted.” As he explained, he was gesturing to items like Vanna White.
The couch looked. Well-loved. You could tell just at a glance that it was probably past it’s prime when Josh had stumbled upon it, but it did look comfortable, and it wasn’t like you had a couch to offer, so you were happy with it.
“I have this TV but it’s really only for movies and stuff because I’m twenty-two and I’d rather die than pay for cable. But there are literally hundreds of DVDs in the TV stand that you are welcome to peruse at your leisure,” he informed, his hands gesturing almost arbitrarily as he talked.
You followed as he moved on through the archway. “This is the kitchen. All of the food lives here. There’s lots of stuff, but I try to just make two bigger meals per day. I don’t have a real ice tray so I’ve been using a chocolate mold- Well anyway, our ice will be in the shape of wiener dogs.”
You were shocked at the laugh that escaped you, genuine and uncontrolled. He grinned over at you, clearly also surprised - but pleased with himself for getting the reaction he was aiming for.
“I think I can live with that.”
“Good,” he agreed simply, giving you a new kind of smile - something sweeter. After a beat, he motioned down the hall with his eyes, letting you lead. “The bathroom is this way. The water takes like three or four minutes to get hot. I realized that I have a lot of products for some reason, but I condensed them all into this one area in the corner just in case my new roommate was a girl, and you are so that’s great. I’ll probably get a shelf.”
There was a proud quality to his voice like he felt gentlemanly for letting you have all the space you needed. For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.
“And what if your new roommate had been a boy?” you inquired with a smirk.
He put a finger on his chin, taking on a contemplative look for you. “Hmm. Then I guess I slowly would have moved my stuff back to the cabinet - probably just one thing per day so he wouldn’t notice. Unless he had a lot of makeup or something, then I’d just let him have it.”
He grinned as you teasingly shook your head.
“This way is the sleeping quarters. My room is there on the right and yours to the left.”
You stepped into your new room and let a sigh of relief. Two huge windows took up a lot of the far wall, framed underneath by large sills. The space was bright and roomier than you’d pictured. Your bed was set up in the very middle of the room, but you already knew exactly where you wanted it to go. For some reason, you had been concerned that you wouldn’t like the space, but it was kind of perfect.
“This is great,” you breathed, turning to him and giving him a sly grin. “Wanna give me a hand moving my furniture around?”
He pretended to consider for a moment until you spoke again.
“My mom sent money for pizza while I get stuff unpacked,” you said coyly. “If you needed any convincing.”
He laughed, showing you his teeth. “You drive a hard bargain. Okay, I’ll help as long as I get to look through your stuff while we move it.”
You gave him a questioning look, earning a one-shouldered shrug in return. He looked benign enough standing there, propped against the door frame with a goofy upturn to his lips, so you relented.
“Deal,” you agreed.
You were positive you would not have been able to move stuff without his help. For being a slender boy, he seemed to easily be able to get things where they needed to be. He dutifully helped you shove your furniture into place - your bed against the window wall, your desk and vanity on the wall with your closet door. Then, bless his little heart, he helped you move it all again when you decided you didn’t like the arrangement (but not without some light griping).
One by one, you brought in your boxes from the living room and you allowed him to poke through them, perched on your bed. He flipped through your books, thumbing pages of ones that piqued his interest - you could only imagine that he was already planning on borrowing some of them. He reacted similarly to your framed photos, as he unwrapped them from their packing paper.
When you got your record player set up, he put on a vinyl and started to hang your art prints on the wall where you instructed him to. The look of concentration on his face was rather endearing as he held a few nails between his teeth and hammered them into the wall, one by one. There was a time or two you were convinced that he was going to mutilate his thumb, but he didn’t, and when the last picture was hung, you breathed a sigh of relief.
You called in a pizza, adorned with his requested toppings as you hung your clothes into your closet, your phone tucked against your ear and shoulder for maximum efficiency.
Plants collected on your bed until there was no more room for them - after that, he started setting them on the floor as he brought them in from your car. He didn’t seem to be judging the sheer amount of them, even though he had every right to.
“It’s going to look like a jungle in here,” he stated finally as he took a bite out of a slice of pizza that he was holding like a taco, his eyes raking over all of the foliage scattered around your room. Rather than sounding like he was teasing, his tone seemed excited.
You grinned at him, starting to arrange them on the window sill and your bookshelf that had only ever served you as a plant shelf since you’d bought it. “Plants are my passion. Botany major,” you explained as you fluffed up your Monstera’s huge leaves.
“Ooh.” He raised his eyebrows at you, pulling one of his legs up underneath him on your bed - now fitted with sheets. “I think that’s going to be nice. Give it some life in here.”
You grabbed another slice from the pizza box on your nightstand and tried to think of the right tone of voice to use to ask the next question. “How long have you lived here by yourself?”
He hummed, eyes flicking around distantly as he thought. “Well, I’ve lived here just over a year, and my first roommate dropped out and moved back home about...six months ago?”
“Have you been lonely? You seem like a social guy.” You gave him an empathetic look but he just shrugged at you. You hadn’t known him long enough to know for sure, but you suspected he was more affected than he was letting on.
“I mean, a little lonely. But I got used to it for the most part.” He paused for a good couple of seconds before a smile spread across his lips. “And Penny’s kept me company.”
“Oh, does your girlfriend stay here too?” you prompted, trying to remember if you’d seen any feminine looking items lying around that weren’t yours.
“What? No,” he said under a chuckle and stood, gesturing for you to follow him across the hall.
The second you walked through the doorway, you were met with the smell of incense sticks and linen. His room was dimmer than yours and kind of cramped with all of his mismatching furniture, but he had a huge bed - you thought it could easily fit three people in it. There were some clothes strewn about around a laundry hamper by the door and you tried to not be jealous that his closet seemed to be about twice the size of yours.
He crossed the room to crouch in front of a coffee table that he seemed to be using as a catch-all. The varnish was worn off the top of it in rings because sitting on the coffee table was a globe of water and a calico colored goldfish swimming around aimlessly inside of it.
“Ah, so this is Penny,” you giggled as you bent over next to him. When the fish spotted him, it rose to the surface of the water, opening its mouth in demand for food.
He grinned down at it. “Light of my life. We’re not allowed to have pets but I figured that a fish didn’t count.”
You hummed, admittedly a bit charmed by the whole situation. “But don’t goldfish require a lot of space?”
The smile fell from his face, adopting a level of concern you hadn’t yet seen from him as he peered over at you. “Do they?”
Immediately, you felt guilty for putting that look on his features. Your brain kick-started - trying to think of a way to make it right again. “I think so? Maybe we can find her a small tank? Put a few little plants in there for her?”
Josh nodded at you, stroking his fingers over the glass with a frown. “I’m a bad dad.”
“No, no!” you assured, putting your hand on his head but then removing it instantly when you realized that you didn’t really know him, he’d just already made you feel like you did. Either way, you figured it would be inappropriate to touch him. “You’re great. She looks really happy.”
“She’s great at begging for food, so don’t get tricked,” Josh instructed after a moment, seemingly able to put his concerns aside to jest you.
You nodded in agreement. “I’ll be ever vigilant,” you promised, making him smile again.
He stood back up, so you did as well.
“Well, I’ll give you some time to get comfortable in your room,” Josh said, sitting back on his bed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”
“I promise I will,” you assured, tapping your hand on the doorframe on your way out.
By the time the sun was set, your room was shockingly well put together. The emotional rollercoaster that was the album Rumors helped you keep on task, losing yourself in the music so it didn’t feel like work at all. You hadn’t been expecting it to come along so quickly, but you guessed that was because you hadn’t anticipated such a friendly roommate. The nesting had always been your favorite part, so you took your time to enjoy placing out all your knick-knacks and photos.
You took a break to shower when you decided you were done for the day, reveling in the feeling of the water after such a long time in your car - He was absolutely right about how long it took to warm up from ice cold. When you got out and changed into your pajamas, Josh was sitting in the living room with a laptop across his legs.
“You wanna chill?” he asked when he heard you padding down the hall, shutting the lid of it and setting it on a side table. “Or if you’re too tired, that’s okay too.”
“No, no. I’d love to talk.” You sat next to him, leaving a comfortable amount of room between you as you pulled your knees up to your chin. “Tell me more about yourself,” you requested, tugging a blanket from a beat-up wicker basket on the floor and wrapping it around your body.
“Hmm, okay,” he started. You wondered how long it had been since he had to introduce himself to someone new. “I’m from a tiny little town here in Michigan. I’m the oldest of four - two brothers and a sister. My brother, Jake, also attends MU and lives just off campus.”
You frowned at him. “Wait, why wouldn’t he live with you?” you asked through a disbelieving laugh.
“He lived with me long enough,” Josh explained in a humored tone. “There are only so many people where I’m from and well - we wanted to meet new people, you know?”
“I guess I should be grateful for that.”
“Yeah, probably,” he teased and then paused to think. “I’m in performing arts - I’m actually putting on a production around Christmas with some elementary school kids.”
You suppressed the aww that was threatening to pass your lips. “You like kids?”
He beamed you a smile, shaking his head. “Love them. I want to have like ten of them someday.”
The thought of him surrounded by kids made you soften. You were genuinely shocked about how easy he was to talk to - how easy he was to like. You had never thought in a million years you’d get along with your roommate so well, let alone the first day meeting them.
“I hope you get to,” you said as genuinely as you could muster, prompting him to give you a grateful smile.
A yawn escaped you before you could hide it, and you quickly breathed an apology, but he just waved you off.
“You must be exhausted from that drive,” he said, his voice soft. “You should get some sleep.”
You nodded in agreement and gave him a thankful smile. “Is it okay if I sleep out here?”
The look on his face was quizzical, forcing a laugh from you. “Why would you do that?”
“I have this tradition where whenever I’m in a new place, I always sleep in the living room on the first night. It’s good luck.”
“Whatever you say.” His lips pulled back into an unconvinced smirk. “Well, yeah, you live here now too, so you can sleep wherever you’d like.”
He disappeared into his room for only a moment before popping his head back out, fingers wrapped around the door frame.
“Do you mind if I join you?”
You tried not to look too taken aback by the question, but you could feel your cheeks flushing warm. You raked your eyes along the couch, entirely positive that there wasn’t enough space for the two of you to lay out on it together fully - at least, not without being pressed flush against one another. However, his face looked innocent and soft - not a single tint of mischief colored across his features.
“Yeah, that-. I guess that’s okay,” you agreed sheepishly with a shrug. “But I’m not sure we’ll both fit if I’m being honest.”
He frowned questioningly at you, his brows lacing together until he realized what you thought he meant. His face instantly turned a light shade of pink to match yours. “No, no,” he quickly assured in between a breathy laugh. “I’m not going to sleep with you - I’ll take the recliner.”
“Oh, right.” You gave a nervous laugh of your own, cursing yourself out in your head for being so dull.
You were still well embarrassed as you made a nest of blankets on the couch and he brought out a pillow for you when you realized yours were still tucked deep in your bag of bedding. When each of you was situated on your respective pieces of furniture, he flicked the light off with a comfortable sigh.
It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice taking on a tone that was far too smug for your liking. “You were awfully quick to agree to sleep next to me. You don’t have a crush on me, do you?”
You knew he was teasing, but your heart rate still managed to pick up under the pressure. You had never been particularly good with awkward social situations; you rolled your eyes in the dark, thankful he couldn’t see how red you were. “No, Josh. I do not have a crush on you.”
“Okay,” he said through a melodic laugh, and you got the feeling that he’d gotten the reaction he was aiming for from you. “Should we be best friends though?”
You snorted a laugh of your own, wanting to be annoyed at how likable he was, but falling short. “You are the most peculiar person I’ve ever met, I think.” You curled up, clutching your blanket tight to your body. “But yes. We can be friends.”
“Okay, cool - I’ll order matching t-shirts for us.” You could hear the pleased grin he was wearing, making you feel warm and cozy. You pulled the worn blanket up to your chin.
“See to it that you do.”
Author’s Note:
okay, I hope you guys like it! please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or removed from it. I’m using the same taglist from my Jake!fic, so no hard feelings if you don’t want to be tagged!
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just peachy | the lost boys
Relationship: Poly!The Lost Boys x Gender Neutral!Reader
Request: Can I send in a request because your writing is *chef's kiss*? I'm just having a rough day and I'm tired of having a stupid accent. I'm from Georgia and my friends always tease me about saying certain words. Could you maybe write something about the boys' so is tired of them teasing her but she doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to seem weak or something. But she starts teaching herself how to talk "correctly" and then the boys realize her accent is basically gone and then try to make her feel better? 💛
Words: 2.1k
Warnings/Tags: Angst with a happy ending, changing yourself in order to satisfy your partner(s), insecurity, *Bo Burnham voice* prolonged eye contact, and some sexual tension for absolutely no reason
Author’s Note: Ah finally, someone else in this fandom that also lives in this hell state (I’m assuming you mean the USA Georgia). As someone who literally did this as a child, thus resulting in me not having an accent anymore unless I jokingly put one on, I felt like this request so hard.
I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now dude, and I’m sorry it took me this long to write out but I wanted to make it as good as possible for you <3
Also thank you so much for the compliment on my writing that truly means so much.
Anywho I’ll shut up now, I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy the story!
REQUESTS OPEN
(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)
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You moved to Santa Carla at the beginning of spring, focusing on better job opportunities and using it as an excuse to explore a new place away from the south. Living in Georgia could be tiring, seeing the same thing over and over again, looking at the same buildings, driving through the same towns. Sure it was where you grew up, but it was slowly feeling less like a home. So the second you saw the opportunity to leave and live somewhere else, you took it. There were things to do, people to meet, interesting jobs that actually appealed to you.
It was nearing winter now. Sure you missed the yellowing leaves and crisp fall air that could hang around until noon. That was a sacrifice you were willing to make though, if it meant you could continue to work on the boardwalk right next to the beach. Where it was lively and something new was happening every night, keeping you interested.
You leaned over the railing, looking out at the sparkling water and over to the live concert that had packed the beach for the night. Your shift at the boardwalk’s thrift store had just ended, giving you time to catch the last song that the opening band was playing.
Arms encircled around your waist, making you snap out of your music induced daze. “Hey there sweet thing.” Paul muttered against the shell of your ear before nuzzling his nose against your neck.
The rest of the boys slowly joined, caging both you and Paul in as they looked down at the beach to the show that was still going on. David leaned his back against the railing and looked at you, winking with a cigarette burning between his lips where one corner of his lips turned upwards in a smirk. You gave him a sweet smile, pulling Paul’s arms tighter around your waist.
“Y’all are a little late tonight.” You mused, looking at Marko who leaned forward against the railing with his arms. Paul squeezed you a little tighter with a soft chuckle brushing against your ear. The boys all had a smile on their lips when they heard you talk.
You had met the boys not even a week after you had touched down in the bustling city. The four bikers, clad in leather with cocky attitudes radiating off of them staring you down. They could probably tell you were new in town, seeing how your doe eyes would stare at the boardwalk attractions in amazement. After all, the only times you had actually been any amusement parks in Georgia was when they’d open up seasonally. Even then it was rare since at the time you had a busy job to keep up with and sometimes it would get too humid to bother going anyway. Your innocent curiosity of a new location drew them in, putting up a front that they could show you around some time. After all, it was uncommon for a southerner to grace Santa Carla with their presence, so color them curious.
The boys had always assumed that people from the south tended to keep to themselves in their small towns, going to church, and gripping their racial biases tight. Plus, it had also been well over four decades since they’d been to the south, their last visit being less than stellar. So when they first met you they were weary, not knowing exactly what was in store and what direction the conversation was going to go, and if you would end up being food by the end of the night.
Luckily for all of you the conversation had actually gone very well, and the thrift store slowly started to become a spot they would drop by more frequently. They found you adorable, the accent and the way you talked, it was all just so different from what they were used to. Not long into knowing you, they started inviting you out with them, wanting to actually get to know you past where you were from and where you worked. From there your relationship blossomed into what it was now.
“Had to get a little snack before dropping by.” Marko smirked, poking Paul’s bicep “Someone had the stomach rumbles bad.”
“Ugh stop.” Paul groaned “I was hungry.”
“Well maybe you should have eaten more last night.” Dwayne chuckled softly, bumping his shoulder with Paul’s teasingly.
“I tried!” Paul argued “Michael was being a total blood hog!” All the boys collectively sent a silencing ‘shut up’ glare to the rowdy blonde.
You chuckled softly “Well next time you just gotta butt his ass out of the way.”
It was a whole two months into knowing the boys before their little fanged secret was revealed. Granted it was by accident but whatever.
It had been getting close to nightfall by the time you walked into the cave unannounced, planning on surprising them. But they were nowhere to be found so you decided to wait it out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through an old comic from Marko’s stash. When the sun had finally dropped behind the water, the boys all came flying out of a hole at the top of the cave flying in circles around the ceiling whooping and hollering, playfully chasing each other before hearing you gasp.
The conversation you all had after that lasted all night. David tried insisting that you had to turn now that you knew, while Dwayne and Marko protested, knowing that they no longer had to enforce that rule with Max being dead. Either way, six months later and it was safe to say you knew pretty much everything when it came to their lives as vampires.
From then on things had been pretty smooth sailing.
Well until recently.
Of course you knew the boys weren’t perfect, they did in fact kill people for food, so you weren’t exactly expecting to have boyfriend’s sent down from god himself. But by being with them it made you notice some things about yourself that you never really did before. Sure you knew they probably meant well, but picking at the way you said things made you feel a little insecure, in fact you were growing to dislike your accent because of it. And as a result you started to change your speech and the way you talked. The lingering thought of ‘maybe they’ll be happier like this’ in the back of your head just kept chewing away, and as a way to not come off as weak, you remained silent about the problem you had with their teasing.
If they noticed they never said anything. Not commenting on the way your speech smoothed out into something you assumed they would find more tolerable. At first you had done it just as an experiment to see if you could even do it without them noticing. Which, to you, had seemed to be the case.
Seemed to be.
Little did you know they were a lot more observant than you gave them credit for. Especially David. He had been the first to notice how you were using some words less and less, you had seemed closed off from them in general. The other boys slowly started to realize it too, noticing the almost subtle way your accent seemed to just go away after months of them hearing it. It was confusing to say the least.
Some of them- mainly Paul- had chalked it up to being around them for so long, but they knew that wasn’t the case. If it were, Dwayne’s own accent would have been long gone by now.
“Is something wrong?” David chimed out of nowhere, blowing smoke towards the stars. All eyes turned to him and you furrowed your brows in, confused. “You’re suppressing your accent. Why?”
You felt your cheeks heat up, not having expected this conversation so soon “Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You tried playing dumb, hoping he would just drop the subject. But this was David and you knew that was very unlikely.
He let out a deep chuckle before sliding himself in front of you, blocking out your view of the show on the beach, and trapping you between himself and Paul. He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, the leather of his glove brushing against your bottom lip softly, keeping your head in place so he could look into your eyes. You felt like he was staring into your soul, reading you, attempting to pry the secrets from your brain.
“Don’t lie sweetheart.” He tilted his head, challenging you to argue back “I’ve been around for a long, long time. It’s not hard to notice a change as simple as an accent. Especially when it comes to our mate.”
Mate. This was the first time you heard him actually use the word himself. It made your heart pick up pace in your chest, and you were sure they could all hear it. He brought himself closer, not exactly caring about the public’s prying eyes at your current predicament. He cupped your jaw and brought his face closer to yours, your noses brushing against each other before he teasingly kissed the corner of your mouth. He was toying with you, making you drop your guard.
“Answer the question baby.” Paul whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.
Marko and Dwayne were both leaning on the railing on either side of the three of you, looking out at the ocean as if this wasn’t even happening. Well, with the occasional side eye in your direction.
David pulled away, and you subconsciously chased after him, seeking more contact. You let out a quiet whine, glaring at him as he took yet another drag from his cigarette.
“Well?”
“Fuck- Okay fine.” You mutter in defeat, no longer seeing a use in trying to fight them when they already suspected the truth. “I didn’t want to say anythin’, I mean it’s really not anything to get worked up over. It’s just that I’m tired of being teased for how I say stuff.” The accent slowly melded into your words, slight slip ups that had been harder to tame with the little time you’ve been training yourself to speak more ‘correctly’. “So uh- I thought I’d try and talk a little more normally.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dwayne asked, his attention now fully on you.
You shrugged, slightly embarrassed “I don’t know. I mean it wasn’t your problem, and I thought it might be a little less annoying to hear me talk, y’know like-”
“Like Paul?” Marko interrupted, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the wild haired blonde.
Paul shook his head softly like a disappointed parent “No cool man.”
A laugh left your lips, glad that they were being at least a little light hearted about it. “No. I guess I just kinda assumed you guys didn’t like it. So I just thought- well you know.”
The conversation went silent, all of them staring at you before looking at each other. Dwayne was the first to crack from his stony expression and smile at you, his cool hand coming to smooth over your warm cheek. He caressed your skin gently with his thumb, silently admiring you for a second.
“All you had to do was talk to us. I could’ve told Paul and Marko to shut the hell up for you.” He joked, making you smile with him before laughing. “You don’t have to change yourself to please us. That’s not something we expect from you.”
Paul let go of you, spinning you around and catching you before you tripped over your own feet. “Yeah! You could have totally said something! You’re not gonna hurt our feelings or anything babe.” He brought you to his chest, giving your cheek an overly wet kiss, trying his best to lighten your mood. David’s hand smoothed up from your shoulder blade to your shoulder, the cool leather welcome against the heat on your neck. He brought himself closer, trapping you against himself and Paul once again, if not bringing himself closer this time.
Marko smirked at the way your eyes clouded over slightly, “Yeah I mean… If anything I think it’s kinda hot.” He said, tracing the lapel of the leather jacket you wore, twirling the dark purple squid lures he had gifted you around his index finger. His eyes were lidded when he looked at you, a cocky smirk on his lips.
You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off, but oddly enough the reassurance did help. Realizing that you in fact did not have to change in order to please them, and that’s not what they wanted from you was like a breath of fresh air. It lifted a weight from your shoulders and you were thankful for it, leaving you wishing you had said something sooner. You loved them, and while being in Santa Carla was a huge change in your life, you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone else other than them.
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{+18} – Cherry Blossom & Tangerines – Trafalgar Law x Y/n – Part 5
Modern AU. Trip to Jeju Island, SK. No spoilers.
Female reader. No physical descriptions. Everybody is +18, canon ages. Chopper is human.
Tw: NSFW, blindfolding, soft sub/dom, unprotected sex (this is just fiction, pls wear protection). Fluff. A little bit of ZoSan
A/N: I haven’t had the chance to visit South Korea due to Covid, so everything included is pure research. Excuse me in advance if there is something that’s not 100% accurate! Keep in mind is purely inspired ♥
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31059467
Word Count: 4.5 K
» List of parts: {P1} {P2} {P3} {P4} {P5} {P6}«
Chapter 5
“Y/n it's our turn, let’s sing!!” Vivi told me, while pulling me from my arm. “Vivi, wait”, I said. I kept watching how Law was still hugging the girl. “What is it?... Oi!”, Nami said, also witnessing the scene.
“Don’t go, just… wait”, I begged my redhead friend who was ready to kill him. I saw how the mysterious woman and Law laughed together. Zoro didn’t even care, he was more drunk than anything else.
The girl was ruffling his hair, pinching his cheeks. Law didn’t even look at me. I didn’t know if he was just simply so amused about the girl that he simply forgot about me, or, he was doing this on purpose, knowing that I’ll be watching, maybe to let me know he wasn’t going to commit to me in any way.
“That’s it. I’m leaving”, I stated. Vivi, Robin and Nami insisted on me shouting at Torao, but I couldn’t. I was so hurt, and, besides that, I wasn’t even his girlfriend, so I had no right to reproach anything to him.
The girls came with me, and we drove home. The boys didn’t realize we had left until long after we weren’t at the karaoke bar, when Sanji texted Nami asking what the hell had just happened. “Sanji, you should ask your stupid ass friend Torao, what the hell is he doing with a bitch?, plus, go get your boyfriend too, she is right next to him”, Nami said via audio.
Sanji sent an audio back, “Nami-swan! Zoro is not my boyfriend… wait, you were talking about him, right?, whatever, Torao is still with her, I’m gonna see who the hell is she and kick the hell out of stupid Law for hurting Y/n-chwan”.
I drove as fast as I could, at that point I only wanted to bury myself in bed and cry my eyes out. I was silent all the way. My friends knew there was no point in saying anything else, so they just strung along with me.
We got home, and Robin offered me some tea, yet, I politely turned the offering down and headed almost running to my bed. I covered myself up to my face, and pitiful tears sprouted from my eyes.
I heard my cell phone ring several times, I knew it was probably my friends asking if I was all right. But I didn’t have the strength to even see the screen.
“Why did you choose to hurt me like this, Law?” ... I whispered to myself, unable to understand why I was in that position, why after all the romantic stuff he has done for me he didn’t even care I was there…
I reached my phone and simply turned it off, I was fed up with it ringing. Some minutes, perhaps half an hour passed until I fell asleep, crying.
Suddenly, Nami’s loud screams woke me up. “TORAO, WHAT THE FUCK? WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THIS SLUT HOME?”.
I didn’t hear Law’s voice, but I did hear someone climbing the stairs, quickly, almost running.
The door opened suddenly with a loud sound, like someone kicking on it. I was still in bed, and the bang of the door made me take an upright position instantly.
There he was, the villain of my story with tears on his eyes, hopeless, shaking. “Y/n-ya!!! it’s not what you think, let me explain…” “STOP, what type of lie are you going to spit out from your stupid mouth?, plus, what the hell? I heard Nami saying you brought that girl home. Have you been drinking? Are you drunk? what the fuck?” I shouted at him, also crying.
Suddenly, before Law could say anything else, I saw a brunette, tanned, tall girl, with big eyes that resemble Law’s ones. She looked at me, smiling and peacefully said, “Hello Y/n, my name is Lami. Trafalgar, Lami”.
I opened my eyes, and mouth… “Trafalgar?”.
“That’s right! I’m Law 's sister! Nice to meet you! I’m sorry if you got things wrong!” she said to my stunned me. “Oi, brother, she is so pretty!! Even more than in the pictures!”.
“Oh God…”. I was somehow relieved that Law wasn’t flirting with a girl, yet mortified because not only me, but all my friends had called Law’s sister a slut… a bitch.
“I am… I am really sorry… And, uhm, N-nice to meet you…”, I said, wiping the tears on my eyes. “It’s ok, darling! I’m leaving you alone so you can talk in peace, I’ll be downstairs!”. “O-ok”, I said sniffing.
Law slowly approached to the left side of my bed and sat there, next to me, in silence. I wasn’t capable of saying anything to him, either. I had put up a show, he probably thought I was a toxic girl, jealous or even worse things. I had mistrusted him. It was probably the end of something that hadn’t even started.
Suddenly, Law hurled himself on me, hugged me and nuzzled on my lap. “I thought you wouldn’t believe me, I’m sorry, I really do. Lami lives in Jeju and I wanted her to meet you because she is not traveling to Seoul any sooner, we just decided that we will be meeting at the bar so… so you could get to know her”. He said, still with his head buried onto my legs.
“Law…”, I began to cry again. I petted his hair and told him “I am the one who should be sorry. I- I thought you were a bad guy, a typical man that doesn’t care about the girls. I am sorry…”. I felt horrible.
I could hear downstairs my friends laughing, Sanji and Zoro fighting, Luffy shouting. Luckily everybody would make Lami feel comfortable, after all. Law was still sobbing over my lap.
After several minutes I decided to speak up. “Law, stop, you are not the one who should be crying asking me for forgiveness. You did nothing wrong. I was completely mistaken. I hope you will be able to forgive me someday”, I said, gaining composure in order to make things clear.
He sat back, looked at me with teary eyes and asked, “someday? There is nothing to forgive. I want to be with you, I … L…”
“Oi, you two, stop crying, Lami is leaving”, said Nami leaning on the door frame, smiling at us. As she left, and Law wiped the tears off my cheeks, we stood up from bed. I was still dressed so we headed downstairs right away.
“Sis, let’s go, I don’t quite remember how to get your home from here, so you tell me”, said Law. Lami looked at him with loving eyes, and said, “My big brother is always taking care of me, I missed you doc”. Law’s cheeks became red, and he hid under the white with black spots cap he was wearing.
Lami said goodbye to everybody, except me, “she probably hates me”, I thought.
I was going to wish her a good night, when Lami held my hand and pulled from me. “Let’s go sister-in-law, come with us!”. I followed them into the car unsure if Law wanted me there, because he was still embarrassed as hell.
I let Law’s sister sit on the passenger seat, and I sat on the back seat behind Lami. A few seconds after Law started the car Lami said, “Oi, Y/n! did you know that Law has never ever introduced a girlfriend to the family before?”. I choked a little when I heard her say “girlfriend”, and simply chuckled. Law told her to stop, but Lami continued telling me how “emo” he was when he was an adolescent, making fun of his sibling.
We finally arrived at Lami's house. It was a traditional Jeju stone house, with big windows and a typical korean roof construction. On the entrance was a tall guy wearing a cap with “PENGUIN” written on it, waving at us. Law parked the car next to a black Hyundai Ioniq.
“Oi!! brother-in-law!!! How are you? It’s been a year my dear friend!” the guy at the door told Law. We descended the car, and the guy hugged Law in a way “man” do. Lami introduced me to the man, he was his boyfriend, and they had been living together for a few years, and apparently before dating Lami, Penguin knew Law since they were little.
We went inside, and had coffee while chatting about everything. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at any moment, Lami and Penguin were really warm people.
Law’s sister and I headed to the kitchen. It was a perfect opportunity to ask her about their parents so I thought of the best way to bring up the subject. I didn’t need to, because it was the first thing that Lami mentioned.
“Y/n, I’m sure my cold brother didn’t tell you anything about our parents… right?”, she said. I was helping her putting some mochi onto a plate, so I looked at her and said “Not really… At first I thought Rosinante was his father, but then I realized that his surname was Trafalgar, not Donquixote”.
“That’s right, Rosinante is something like Law’s dad. When my brother was 10 years old, my parents passed away in a car accident. They were both doctors, the best ones of this city. Law looks exactly like my dad when he was younger…”, she stopped for a little, and continued, “We stayed with our grandparents at the moment. After two years, Law became really ill and had to be taken to Seoul for some doctors to cure him. Luckily, Rosinante was a volunteer at the children’s hospital where Law was being treated. After six months of intense treatment, he recovered and forged a friendship with “Corasan” who took care of him… Oh sorry, I meant, Rosinante. Corasan it’s just a nickname Law gave him during… the chemotherapy...”, she concluded.
“Oh… poor baby…I’m sorry for your loss too, Lami” I said, feeling a lump in my throat. “Don’t worry, we are all right now, time has passed”, she said, grabbing my hand softly and smiling. She continued, “but let me tell you something, I’ve never seen Law with that type of twinkle in his eyes in the 24 years I’ve known him. He loves you; I can sense that. Plus, when you left the bar earlier, he became so desperate, he was truly worried about losing you”.
I blushed instantly, yet, I was so happy of hearing how he probably loves me that I giggled. And Lami, too.
From the living room we heard Law calling me, “Bab… Y/n-ya, let’s go home it is pretty late”. “Ah… my sweet loving brother and his ways…”, Lami said with a sarcastic tone, rolling back eyes. We both laughed and headed where the boys were.
“Oi Penguin, do you have a bottle of cold water? I tend to get thirsty when I drive”, Law asked Penguin and looked at me with some sort of look I can only label as… horny?. “Right, bro, let me get you one”, said the cool cap guy and headed to the kitchen. “He gets thirsty?” I said to myself a little confused, but dismissed the thought as my attention went to Lami who was showing me a photo of his brother when he was a little baby.
The happy couple invited us to the lantern festival that was taking place the next night at the historical center of the city. They told us to bring all of our friends too. We were excited about it, so we accepted the invitation and left the house.
During the ride along a road by the sea, Law asked me, “Babe, can you please turn the GPS on?, I don’t really know where I am going…”. I searched for my phone in my pockets, but realized I’ve left it at home. “I didn’t bring my phone… give me yours”, I told him. He grabbed his from the black jeans pocket and gave it to me. “Law, your phone is dead…”, I said, trying to turn it on.
“Yeah, my battery died after calling you twenty times when you left the bar…”, he said, kinda joking. “Oh…”, I gasped, and continued, “Well, let me enter the address on the car sat nav”.
I approached my hand to the little screen when Law stopped my hand and smirked. “It would be a shame if the computer wouldn’t work and we ended up lost…”.
“You clearly had this planned, right?” I said arching a brow. “Me, planning things? that’s not something I usually do…”, he said in a sarcastic way, but with a sexy tone that made me somehow fidget on my seat.
I came closer to his face and almost talking next to his ear I said, “Let’s get lost”. Law licked his lips, placed his right hand over my lap and said “Heh, sure… I can’t resist myself anymore”.
He suddenly turned the wheel and took a little road that took us to the beach. Finally, my lover parked the car, luckily it was a deserted zone, a cliff area, and there weren’t any houses or places nearer.
The beach ahead of us was lightened by an intense moonshine, the sea was choppy so the waves hit hard on the cliffs.
Law threw his seat back and patted his lap, “Strip for me, and come here, baby”. “Ah, so we are fucking on the car, nice…” I thought and began to take my clothes off.
“Don’t take that off, yet. You know that little bandanna you have on your head could help us…”, he said to me after I jumped over his lap. I felt a rock hard bulge under my core, he was already so ablaze for me.
He then untied the cloth that was holding my hair, smirked at me, and said “may I?” while covering my eyes with it.
“Lay you back on the steering wheel, baby girl”, he ordered me. I remember instantly how he likes to dominate me, so I followed his order to a “Yes, sir”.
His fingers ran from my mouth to my neck. He kept lowering them softly caressing my flesh. I could barely feel the touch of his fingers over my skin. He wasn’t talking, and I was unaware of what was coming next, I was blindfolded, but surrendered completely to this man.
All of a sudden I felt a cold sensation over one of my nipples, “Uhg…” I moaned, throwing my head back. Then the chilly stinging feeling moved to my other nipple. God, what is that?... and suddenly remember Law asking Penguin the cold water bottle. “Damn you, Law”, I said to myself but only being able to verbalize moans and grunts.
He began to trail an icy path from my breasts to my lower stomach. My heated skin mixed with the cold water that began to melt over my flesh, felt like a sweet torture.
“Your hot body is making the icy water melt and wet my jeans… or is it perhaps your own arousal for your Master, baby girl?”, he said to me, while running a thumb over my clit.
He then penetrated me with two fingers as he only knew how to, took them off and asked me to open my mouth. “Taste yourself, baby girl”, he commanded me, and I opened my mouth and sucked.
I heard - and felt- how he unzipped his jeans, and slowly took his member out. I could feel how he began to softly hit his manhood over my sex. He was playing with it, but my body couldn’t wait for it to be inside of me.
“Is it getting hot in here, huh?” he said and unbuttoned his black shirt. I knew it because he then grabbed my hands making me caress his skin. My hands wandered along his chest, but my mind was only focusing on how much I wanted to be penetrated by this man.
I was drowning in lust, I needed him to do something, but he didn’t. “Law… Sir… What are you doing?... fuck me, I want you to fuck me…”. He laughed, and violently but gently enough he pinched and twisted one of my erect nipples. A strike of intense pleasure hit my center, and it was so unexpected that I only purred at it.
He then ran his inked fingers through my hair and pulled me closer to his face, this time he wasn’t being gentle, he was being rough… and I loved it. “What do you think you are doing? I am the one who gives you orders in here, are we clear?” he said, whispering with a grunt in my ear.
“Y-yes sir, I- am sorry…”, I said, stuttering. “Good”, he said and kissed me. We made out, hard, feverishly. I could feel over my entrance how his sex became even harder.
He suddenly put his hands on each side of my waist and lifted me up a little bit, so I could place my knees on each side of the seat. He used his right hand to guide his pennis inside of me. It was just the tip of it, he was enjoying how I was probably miming the words “fuck me” repeatedly. After a few seconds of torture, he grabbing me again from my waist, pushed me down against his lap. “Ugh..” I said, opening my mouth, throwing my back to the steering wheel, so hard that I made the car horn sound.
I wanted to be penetrated, and he did it so roughly, yet so pleasantly.
I began to ride him, back, forward, up, down, tracing circles with my pelvis. My left knee hit the emergency brake handle, it hurt but I didn’t care. I placed my hands over his strong abs, letting all of my senses focus on the pleasure, imagining the expression he had on his face when I heard him groan.
Law pulled my hair and threw my neck back, again making me hit my back on the wheel, and used his hips to bang me, hard, burying himself into me. Every thrust made my body react with little spams; I was being sent to heaven.
Law untied the bandanna that was covering my eyes, and said in between the thrusts and an agitated voice, “I want to see your precious face when I make you cum”. My eyes slowly returned to its functions, admiring the sweaty thorax of Law, the way his stomach would go up and down picturing his rapid breathing. His face showed a red glowing, he was more than aroused. I was too, and as I reached for climax, placing my right hand over the steamy glass of the car window, Law did too with a hard “Huh”.
He bathed my insides once again. I remained still enjoying the warming sensation inside of me, trying to erase any worry at the time.
Law placed a hand on my back and pulled me closer to his chest, while lying his neck over the headrest of the yellow Sonata.
I rested my whole tired body over his, enjoying the touch of our warm skins, the scent of his body, with my lips wandering along his neck, leaving soft kisses over its skin.
“We should go back home; they might get a little bit concerned…” I told Law, still over him. “Yeah, you are right, let’s go back…”.
It was 4 am so once we got home and opened the door, we entered stealthily. I walked behind Law when he suddenly stopped, and I fell over him. “What is it, Law?!” I whispered, “I don’t know, this is kind of a slumber party…”, he whispered back at me.
Suddenly all the lights turned on. Everybody was sleeping on bare mattresses on the floor of the living room.
Little by little our friends but Zoro and Sanji woke up.
“Oh my god, finally…” said Nami and everyone began to laugh. They weren’t laughing at us, but at Sanji and Zoro who were sleeping cuddled.
Law looked at them and looked at everybody else and said, “Excuse me, is this something new to you? Oi Mugiwara-ya, tell them every time you three get to sleep at home they do the same”. Luffy nodded, still laughing.
No matter how much noise they made, nor Zoro or Sanji woke up, they seemed to be happily enjoying sleeping like this, so we didn’t want to bother them anymore.
“Let’s go back to sleep, guys. Y/n and Law you can sleep upstairs, we left Law’s bed intact”, said Franky winking at us. “Thank you!!” I said, and we went upstairs jumping through the multiple legs of our friends.
We climbed up the stairs, and went into the boy’s room. I was undressing when suddenly Law offered me a big loose t-shirt. “Don’t get me wrong I love your naked body, but what if the boys enter the room and see you naked?”, he said. “Oh, Law, are you jealous? hahaha”, I mocked him. “Well, let's not discuss jealousy…”, he said frowning.
I grabbed his white loose t-shirt with some kind of black power ranger called “Stealth Black” printed on it and put it on, giggling. I could have sworn he was a geeky nerd, and that was the proof.
Law and I jumped into his bed and muffled up with the bedding. He hugged me, kissing my head. “Thank you for making this the best holiday of my whole life…”, he said. “Thank you for paying the bus ticket that time…”, I whispered with my face pressed up against his chest. We both laughed and soon after fell asleep.
I woke up with the sounds of some birds chirping on the window. Law was still asleep beside me, with his ruffled hair, his cheek pressed against the pillow with his mouth open, snoring softly. I couldn’t help but drool over that image, so handsome even like that, the intimacy, the person I wanted to wake up to each morning.
I placed my head over the tattoos of his chest, following with my index finger the lines of ink on his skin. I remained there for a few minutes hearing his heartbeat, drunk of his skin scent.
Softly he began caressing my cheek, still without opening his eyes. He was probably half asleep yet.
I felt a million butterflies trapped on my stomach, I was so in love, I had fallen for this guy, hard. I felt a little guilty, I mean, how was I supposed to fall in love so quickly with a man?... I guess it was just love at first sight…
Law’s hand stopped moving, and suddenly I heard him mumble something like, “Mmmm- hum - I-I- love you Y/n-ya”. I widened my eyes, “did he just say he loves me? “I was completely surprised and even unsure if that was what he said or if it was just my imagination.
Some minutes later, he opened his eyes, slowly. “Good morning, baby girl”, he said, kissing my forehead. I was immobile, watching his face still trying to process what he had just said. “What is it?, are you sleeping with your eyes open? you are gorgeous but that would be a little creepy”, he said, surprised.
“N-No, uhm, I am awake, yes. Good morning”, I uttered. “Are you ok, Y/n-ya?”, he asked with a confused expression. “Yeah, uhm… Law… Do you sleep talk?”, I inquired him. “Oh… did I? I’m sorry... I do, yes. Sometimes. What did I say?”, he said this time with a worried expression. “Oh, no, nothing, I thought I heard something but I don’t know. It’s nothing”, I said, trying to settle the matter.
We remained cuddling up a little bit more, until we heard movements downstairs. They were probably waking up, so I decided to go to my room and get ready for the day.
“New pajamas”, I thought while taking off Law’s shirt. I folded and put it on my suitcase, I wasn’t willing to give it back to him.
I went ahead and showered. I let the warm water bathe my skin while thinking about Law saying “I love you” while he was asleep. Was he really? Did he really feel that or was it just a dream?... I guess I should wait…
After the bath, which clearly made me more anxious than relaxed, I went downstairs to the kitchen where Sanji was already preparing breakfast. I decided to help him with setting the table while chatting about the lantern festival of that night. Nami, Vivi and Robin joined us and were pleased that Lami and Penguin invited us to such a pretty event.
Our last day in Jeju passed with us visiting the Samseonghyeol Shrine, which is the oldest historic site in Korea. That place is considered as the birthplace of three demigods of the island, founders of the Tanma Kingdom that governed Jeju Island before the Joseon dynasty took over.
At noon we came back from the city and began to get ready for the festival that night. I received a message from Lami, “@TraffLami.06 > hello Sis! How is the day going? Is my brother treating you right?. Listen, we usually wear “hanbok” to the festival. If you want to too, you can rent them from a friend's shop. I send the location. See you tonight! ♥”. I got super excited for it, I loved cultural clothing and I wanted to see Law wearing those clothes too. I told my friends and we all agreed on renting one. Law, being the warm boy he was, wasn't so sure about it, but with a little kiss and a little begging I could convince him.
The night came and we all drove to the historical centre of Jeju. The place was all garnished with paper lanterns, string lights hanging from some bridges, lit inflatable displays, food courts, typical music being played that mixed with the buzz of hundreds of attendants that were enjoying the night.
I was wearing a hanbok in yellow and orange tones, while Law used a green and black one. He looked like a typical groom; I couldn’t help but fantasize a little about us getting married someday.
Luffy of course ran to the food stalls followed by everybody else, Zoro went ahead and attacked the stall where they were offering some kind of soju and Law and I waited for his sister and Penguin to arrive at where we were.
Law was more silent than usual and his face showed concerned. I thought at first about him missing his parents or family, maybe the festival triggered some memories, so I held his hand without saying anything. He squeezed my hand, and began to sweat.
“Are you ok, doc?”, I asked. He looked at me, I could sense he got really nervous and finally mumbled, “Y/n-ya we need to talk…” …
Part 6, FINAL
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“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”
Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.
Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨
60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”
WARNINGS: N S F W
Reposted from previous account
Smut obvs.
Breeding kink???? (if you squint)
Cream pie
Mentions of Pregnancy
No proofread??
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“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”
You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.
“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.
But Satoru was no idiot.
You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.
Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.
When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.
But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.
Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.
Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.
Don’t even get started on the names.
Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.
Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.
And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.
You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.
Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.
Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.
You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.
It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.
Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?
He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.
“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.
“I would wear these if they came in my size”
He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.
“Cmon lets g-“
You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.
“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.
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The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.
‘Did I make it too obvious?’
‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’
‘Is it time to talk about it?’
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‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.
“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.
Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.
With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.
The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.
It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.
“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.
He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.
He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.
He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.
“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.
He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.
“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.
He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“
You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.
All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.
Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.
“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.
“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.
He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.
“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”
The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.
“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.
“Is there something we need to talk about?”
He released you from your position and sat up straight.
“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances
“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”
His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.
“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.
“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.
There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.
“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.
“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”
He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.
“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“
“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.
The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.
A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “
His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.
“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.
“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”
Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.
“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.
“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.
“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”
“Wait, but what about-”
“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.
“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”
“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”
He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”
Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.
“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”
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The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.
His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.
“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.
“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”
“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.
“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.
Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.
“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.
“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.
You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.
The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.
“You like to play dirty, hmm? “
“The only way I like to play…”
“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.
“That’s my good girl”
He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.
“Are you sure?”
He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.
You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.
You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.
This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.
His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.
And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.
His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you
“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.
You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.
He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.
His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.
“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”
There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.
“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”
You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.
“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again
“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”
He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.
A very very long night.
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Rumor Has It - Chris Evans x reader pt.2
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a/n - hey lovely people!! I’m sorry it took me so long to get it out but i really wanted to finish up my requests first, I really hope you like it!! i made a playlist for this fic if you wanna check it out! also, i’d love to hear your thoughts about this chapter please come talk to me:) enjoy!!<3
Summary: “ I don't know what to say / Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down / And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now” (from The Story Of Us by Taylor Swift)
Disclaimer: there’s a flashback montage thingy in this chapter, and it’s written in italics. once the italics are done, the flashback is done, i really hope it’s not too confusing because i really like it:)
Word Count: ~1.2k
Warning: like one curse word, slight mentions of smut if you really squint, angst
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The next day you arrived to set with your eyes red and puffy, which you hid with big sunglasses. You went straight into hair and makeup, who did an excellent job at getting you to look as good as any other day, and didn't ask any questions as to the cause of your poor state, which you silently appreciated.
Apparently, some things really couldn't be covered by makeup though.
"You alright?" David asked upon seeing you.
"Yeah," you answered airily, taking a sip from your paper cup. "How about you?"
"I'm okay, but are you sure you are? I saw the article yesterday, and I know your boyfriend m-"
"Look, we were keeping it quiet for a reason," you cut him off. "He can deal with it. Or so I thought," you added in a low mumble that didn't escape David's ears.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We had… a fight. Look, it's nothing, I'd really rather we don’t talk about and just-" you shrugged off your jacket, "Let's just do our jobs, okay?"
"Okay," he nodded. Before you had the opportunity to say anything, he pulled you in for a tight hug. You were too upset to push him away, and you received his comfort gratefully.
"Okay," you let out a breath and put on a smile. "So, what are we doing today?"
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You parked your car in the parking lot close to your friend's house, which you supposed was your temporary house for now. Leaving the car, you were just locking the doors when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.
"Hey," Chris breathed, quickly catching up to you. Which wasn't hard, considering you were pretty much rooted into your spot with shock, rapidly turning into anger.
"What the fuck?" you said. That was the most your brain could come up with right now.
"I was just… look, I just wanted to-"
"Oh, that's not what I wanna know. Why are you here? As in, next to my friend's apartment whose address I never gave you, nor the permission to come by?"
"I asked around an-"
"You know what, save it," you cut him off impatiently, "The point is, go away. Now."
"Please just listen to me, sweetheart," he grabbed onto your wrist and you quickly shook free from his grip.
"No," you shook your head and turned your back on him, starting to walk away in the direction of the building.
"Oh come on! Don't be like that! After all we've been through, you're gonna let this be the final straw?" he yelled, walking quickly after you.
"See, that's exactly my problem with you, Chris," you turned around, fuming, "You talk a big game about how we've been through so much together, yet the minute you don't like one of my friends, you push me away and say I'm a cheater!" you struggled to keep your voice level, not wanting to cause a scene yet unable to stop your frustration from seeping into your tone.
"That's not how it was, I swear that's not what I m-"
"Yes, that is how it was!" you were fighting the urge to physically slap him. "My god, Chris, grow up already! You can't have your cake and eat it too!"
"I don't want anything, I just want to explain–" he fumbled over his words for a second, his mouth opening and closing, "I just want you."
Before you could register his words, his lips were on yours, softly moving against you, hands cupping your face. And you couldn't help your muscle memory, you couldn't help –
You were laying on the bed in your pajamas, which were really just one of Chris' shirts, scrolling on your phone, when you heard soft footsteps from the hallway. You smiled to yourself before closing your phone, turning around just in time to see Chris coming into the bedroom, sweatpants on but shirtless. He smiled before coming to hover over you, softly bringing his lips to yours before traveling south, peppering kisses onto your jaw, neck, and collarbone. You tilted your head back to grant him better access. Your lips parted in a soft gasp as he brushed over a particular spot, and your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly.
You were also out in the yard, playing with Dodger, laying on the grass to enjoy the last days before winter comes, but apparently winter was very impatient. Suddenly, drops of rain were coming down on you, causing you to blink in surprise. It was getting increasingly stronger, Dodger running around trying to catch the water with his mouth while you and Chris laughed in surprise. You looked over at him, smiling, and he pulled you into his arms, kissing you in the rain.
You were looking at groceries in the shop when he came and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his broad chest against your back as you tilted your head back to peck his lips.
You were dancing at a friend's wedding, laughing breathlessly as he spun you around, his eyes twinkling and the edges of his mouth pulled up in a smile before bringing you close, pressing a kiss onto your smiling lips.
You were pouting after an argument when he bent down to kiss your lips, knowing you both already forgave each other.
And then you were there – that night.
You were just about to give up and go home, your friends could do well enough on their own. The bar was dimly lit, and any other day that might've been mysterious or fun, but today it just made you want to fall asleep even harder than you already did. You were just about to make some excuse about needing to work tomorrow and leave, when you saw him.
He was sitting a few tables away from you, a baseball cap sitting fairly low on his face, his flannel-clad body slumped over the table as he took a swig of his beer. His eyes didn't leave yours, and a slight smile was playing on his lips as he gave you a slight wave. You were sure you didn't know him, but you smiled and hesitantly waved back.
He motioned towards the bar and you got up, making your way towards the bar and sitting down on one of the stools until he got there as well.
"Do you wanna get a drink? On me," he smiled. Up close, you could see his blue eyes glinting in the low light.
"Sure, but… do I know you? You just, you waved at me back there and I-"
"Oh no," he laughed, "No, if I knew you, I'm sure I'd remember it. I just thought you were looking a little miserable, so…"
You chuckled. "Thank you, stranger."
You talked for what could've been minutes or hours, you weren't sure. At the end of the night, you exchanged numbers, and when he walked away you had to stop a dreamy, schoolgirl-like sigh from falling past your lips. He was perfect.
But he wasn't. That illusion, along with your relationship, crumbled down in front of you yesterday.
You vowed you were done with him, yet you couldn't help but kiss him back, your tongues clashing in an all-too-familiar dance. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you forced yourself to break away from him, opening your eyes. Panting, you stared at him, your mouth opening, then you closed it and swallowed heavily before opening it then.
You didn't know what you wanted to say. He opened his mouth and then closed it again, running his tongue across his bottom lip.
You didn't know what you wanted him to say either.
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L.D.S.K: Part Three
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Word Count: ~2k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst, fluff
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.
Feedback is gold, and it’s the only currency I take
Hotch wants everyone to reenact the shooting at the park to get a better idea of where the unsub was located. One of the cops is playing the unsub while the BAU team is on the field where the other victims were. With the help of the cones as well as your abilities, everyone has a place to call their own. The only people not on the field are Detective Calvin, Hotch, and Gideon.
Elle is standing where the father and son were playing catch. You, Spencer, and Derek are standing where the guy was flying the kite. Other officers are standing where the last victim was shot as well as bystanders. Everyone has comms in their ears to communicate with the agents at home base. They have cameras everywhere to get a good idea of where everyone was. You hold your camera and scan the area to see what your victim might have seen.
“Elle, Jerry Middleton was facing a little further south. Can you give it to us?” Hotch instructs over the comm.
“How’s that?” she asks when she turns the camera more to her right.
“Perfect. Hold your camera right there.”
“It doesn't look like Jerry Middleton had a clear view of the sniper's vehicle when he was shot. The tree branches were in the way,” Gideon observes.
“I do have a clear view of the vehicle from here. Tim Reilly would have seen it if he'd looked down from the kite,” Spencer informs.
“Good. Have the unsub pop the trunk. See if Reid can see it,” Hotch orders.
A few moments later, and the trunk of the car pops open big enough to get the barrel of the gun through. You can see it, but only because you know that’s not how the unsub did things.
“No, sorry, I can’t.”
“Hotch, I don’t think he popped his trunk,” you blurt out.
“It’s the only way to stay hidden from everyone else.”
“That depends on the kind of car the unsub uses. Didn’t the really old cars used to have their gas tank behind their license plate? That pops open.”
“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you. Okay, everyone, move to position two.”
While everyone was shifting to the next positions, you take a few steps to your left to approach Derek. He’s looking at Spencer as he scans the area, and you nudge his arm.
“You have to go easier on Spencer.”
“What are you talking about?”
“A couple of mornings ago? You know how he feels about failing, and it feels like you’re kicking him when he’s down.”
“I was just teasing him. He knows that.”
“There’s a difference between teasing and being mean.”
“Why do you care? You got feelings for him or something? I heard about the two dates you’ve been on.”
“So? We just went to see a movie,” you shrug.
“That’s not what I heard. A little birdie told me you two kissed.”
“It was the cheek, and damn it Penelope,” you curse.
“How’d you know it’s her?”
You just give him a look that screams, “are you kidding me?” You turn back to the car where Officer McCarty is playing the unsub. You look off the right to see JJ, Gideon, and Detective Calvin hassling a news reporter. Something isn’t right. The Detective walks over to Hotch who is on the phone with who you presume to be Penelope. Something is definitely not right.
A SWAT team approaches the car McCarty’s in from behind. They get out a smoke bomb and unleash it so that McCarty’s view is tainted. Shit, something is definitely wrong.
“Derek, Spencer, get down!” you hiss and grab both men’s sleeves.
You yank them to the ground as you get down. They yell out in shock, but once they see the smoke, they are on full alert. You can’t hear what’s being said, but McCarty throws out the assault rifle and his sidearm out of the trunk. He gets out with his hands in the air, and once it’s clear, a SWAT member takes him down to handcuff him. They get him up, and as they are leaving, someone shoots McCarty in the head right between the eyes.
“Get down!” Gideon tells once the shot is fired.
You reach over to place your arm over Spencer’s head as if to protect him. You look up and notice a car lingering in the back. The license plate is gone until it’s shifted back into place. You can’t read what it says, and the car peels out of there quietly before you have a chance to see or do anything.
However you did get one thing… a flash of a hospital. That’s when it all clicks into place.
You knew it.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?” you ask Spencer once you get back to the office.
“No. I’m fine,” he whispers.
“How did McCarty end up playing the unsub?” JJ asks.
“Weigart punished McCarty for mouthing off during the profile briefing by making him the unsub and sticking him in the trunk of the car all afternoon,” Detective Calvin answers.
“Wait, then how did the unsub find out about the reenactment?”
“Come on. Cops talk. Pissed-off cops talk loud—at home, at the bars, at gyms, and to anyone who'll listen,” Derek sighs.
“What do we know? Our unsub went from wounding civilians to executing a police officer, so he's escalated. He's not staying on script,” Gideon thinks out loud.
“Sometimes, it's what they don't do,” Hotch points out.
“He did not pick McCarty at random,” Spencer adds. “He didn't take the gut shot.”
“Why?” Hotch asks the group.
“He wants to send a message. ‘Nobody takes credit for my work’. His ego won’t allow it. He feels under appreciated. He doesn’t have contact with the media, but he does have contact with the victims. He’s not a police officer,” you just get started.
“Go on,” Gideon encourages you.
“I saw something out there. I saw a car. I wasn’t able to get a license plate number, but I did see the license plate shift back into place which confirms my theory of how he shoots the victims. When we got here, I mentioned something about where the victims go when they get shot.”
“Where do people who get shot go? The hospital. Was he getting away to get there to see the chaos, or is there another reason entirely?” Spencer repeats what you said word for word.
“Right, that,” you say slowly before getting back on topic. “The shooter isn’t a cop because he’s a surgeon. He wants to play the hero when the victims come in for surgery. He doesn’t kill them because he wants them to die, he does it to save them. It’s what fuels his ego.”
“Alright, thanks,” Derek says into the phone before hanging up and rejoining the group. “Garcia nailed down the geographic profile. The crime scenes are centered on two separate locations.”
“The hospitals,” you and Hotch say at the same time.
“I believe it's a case of hero homicide,” Gideon says.
Detective Calvin is driving with Gideon up front with her and you and Spencer sitting in the back. The rest of the agents are in another car following.
“What's that?” the driver asks.
“The best-known case was hospital nurse Richard Angelo. He would inject toxins into his victims, then wait for them to crash so that he could run to the rescue and save them. He killed 25 people, and that's just what we know of,” Spencer explains.
“If he attacked then to save them, why'd he kill 25 people?”
“He wasn’t very good at it,” you shrug. “And hospitals don’t keep records of people who almost died.”
“So, what's the profile on one of these guys?” the detective asks.
“Arrogant, conceited, and feels superior to everyone around them,” Gideon answers quietly.
“You've just described every surgeon I've ever met.”
“Landman,” Gideon says suddenly.
“Who?” you wonder.
He doesn’t answer but instead takes out his cell phone. Whoever is on the other line picks up quickly, and Gideon doesn’t waste any time with pleasantries.
“Let’s start with Landman.”
Before going to the surgeon in question, most of the team gathers in a conference room to discuss Dr. Landman in detail as well as a course of action. The only person who isn’t here is Hotch because he’s checking out Landman’s car.
“Okay, courtesy of Garcia,” Derek says when he takes the piece of paper she faxed over. “Landman was in the army, and started out in M.P. School.”
“There’s your law enforcement,” you scoff.
“But he was smart, got a degree on Uncle Sam, and ended up a doctor with special forces. He bounced around from hospital to hospital since his discharge in 2001,” Derek reads from the paper.
“Has Dr. Landman been under any unusual strain? Has he had a reprimand? Has he had any kind of major blow to his ego?” Gideon asks as he stares out the window.
“Last month, he was passed over for chief of surgery,” the woman in charge, Cheryl Marston, says.
“Let's get a warrant for his house. Let's see if we find the weapon.”
“Okay,” Derek nods and gets up to do so.
“What can I do to help?” The stranger asks.
“You can tell me where he is right now.”
One look at the suspect in question, and you knew he isn’t the shooter. You saw bits and pieces of what the shooter looks like, and Landman doesn’t have any of the distinctive marks. How can you tell this to the team? How can you prove it wasn’t him? How can you make them see what you see?
As Gideon is talking to the surgeon, Hotch approaches everyone from behind. You, Spencer, and Elle are standing outside of the glass watching the interaction.
“You get anything from his car?” Elle asks the older agent.
“It's a red 2-seat Maserati.”
“It’s not him,” you say.
“How do you know?” Hotch asks.
He claimed earlier in the week that he wants to understand what you can do, and this is your opportunity.
“Remember when we checked out the crime scene at the park before the re-enactment? I saw the car pull up to the spot. A man got out. I didn’t see his face because there were three black holes where his eyes and mouth were supposed to be. Everything else was distinctive. Landman doesn’t have the same build as the person I saw. Landman has a full head of hair. The shooter doesn’t.
“It’s not all in my head. I don’t see things because I want to see them or because my mind is twisting things. I see them for what they are. Landman isn’t the shooter. No matter how arrogant he may be. It’s just his personality.”
“Okay, I trust you. Where is he?”
“Dr. Pate isn’t the only person who thinks I’m a God,” Landman practically shouts so that everyone on the other side of the class can hear.
“This way,” you instruct and walk away from the group.
“Let’s go, Reid,” Hotch says and takes your crush with him.
“Check out Dr. Pate if it’s necessary. But I can say with 100% confidence that it’s not Landman. Richard Angelo wanted to be a hero because in his everyday life, he was a nobody. Landman’s a great surgeon, and with that, comes with respect and power all on its own.”
“Yeah, but you know, surgeons are a different breed. There are stars in the field, and Landman is definitely not one of them,” Spencer spits out.
You three approach the nurses desk where a gentleman is standing with his back turned to you. You stop short in your tracks as the vision of the car comes into your mind.
“Excuse me. I'd like to speak with Dr. Pate,” Hotch says and flashes his badge.
The nurse turns around, and it’s like the whole picture is cleared up for you. The man you saw in your vision becomes clearer to match the person in front of you. The black holes disappear to show the face of the man standing before you. He looks at the three of you before nodding.
“Yes, sir. I'll go find her for you,” he says and walks off.
Your eyes stay glued to the man.
“He’s not a surgeon,” you whisper fearfully.
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A night out (Rorschach x Reader)
(A/N- This is probably SO OUT OF CHARACTER and it's kind of dumb but I love Rorschach and wanted to write a self-indulgent ficlet)
(Warnings: EXTREMELY corny and self indulgent fluff, Cursing, mention of being followed/a stalker... nothing really that bad tbh.)
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Rorschach wandered the streets of New York, the crisp chill of the night clearing his head more and more each second. Even though his friends had all been more than welcoming of his couch-surfing, he needed some time away from them. Time without the pressure of a case to solve.
His little bubble of quiet was burst by something odd, to say the least. A girl he'd briefly noticed a minute or two earlier strolled up to him, giving a wave and an excited "Hey!"
She threw her arms around his neck as if he were an old friend. She was wearing a small backpack over a hoodie with a band logo on it and looked no older than her early 20s.
Rorschach froze, confused. He obviously didn't know this girl.
"I am so sorry to just barge up like this but I'm pretty sure I'm being followed. Please just walk me to a bar or something." She whispered, sounding frantic. He looked around, seeing a suspicious looking guy a few hundred feet behind them. Rorschach nodded, playing his part and hugging the girl back. She looped her arm with his as they walked.
…
"What were you even doing out so late? Especially alone?” He asked after a few minutes.
"I dunno. I wanted to see the city at night, I guess. It was kinda dumb to go alone." She laughed, her tension melting. Her giggling strangely reminded Rorschach of the jingling sound her many bracelets and rings made. She un-looped her arm from his, thrusting her hand out for a handshake.
"I'm (Y/N). Thanks for helping me back there."
He returned her handshake, her fiery enthusiasm annoying and a little endearing at the same time.
"Just call me Rorschach." He said gruffly.
She flashed a toothy grin at him. "Pleasure to meet you. So.. where are we going?"
Rorschach shrugged. He didn't really have a destination. "You said to walk you to a bar..."
She groaned dramatically. "That would be so boring, though! A moody, mysterious stranger is far more interesting than a bar. I can't leave now. No way! You're stuck with me. Lets walk and talk a bit more.”
"Fine."
Rorschach let her lead, his own boredom convincing him to stick with this strange woman.
....
"Hey what's with that sign? It pretty neat, and the world IS burning... but why carry it around?" The girl asked after a few minutes of casual conversation that mostly consisted of her talking a lot and Rorschach giving small replies.
He shrugged. "Why deny the truth in the face of Armageddon?" He said rhetorically.
She chuckled, tilting her head at him. She broke into another grin. "Can I hold it?"
Rorschach looked deep in thought for a second, but before he'd thought about it for too long, she grabbed the sign anyway.
He huffed in annoyance and she just stuck her tongue out at him. But he didn't take it back. He instead watched as she twirled it around a few times and admired it.
"You are so weird. I like it!" She said matter-of-factly, handing it back.
Rorschach just rolled his eyes. He propped the sign in the opening of an alley, letting the girl take his hand and drag him along.
"How do you know someone's not gonna steal that thing? Or what if you don't remember where you left it?' She said
"I'll remember, trust me. Everyone knows it's mine."
He noted that she hadn't let go of his hand. He didn't think it meant much, and he didn't really mind, so he didn't pull away. She hummed absent-mindedly as she looked through random store windows.
A few minutes later, they came across an empty park, and the girl let go of his hand, making a beeline for the swings.
She sat, gesturing for him to follow. Under the soft glow of the park lights he could see her more clearly. Her face was flushed, her cheeks a bright pinkish-red from the cold.
“So what’s your story? Do you live here? In the city, I mean?”
Her question seemed innocent enough, but Rorschach knew the whole story seemed more sad than it actually was.
“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.”
The girl laughed again…. She was impossibly bubbly. But paired with her unassumingly pretty face, it suited her.
“And you?” Rorschach gave her an opportunity to talk more…listening was easier for him anyway.
“Oh! I’m just visiting for the winter. But…I kind of want to stay longer. There’s so much beneath the surface here… so much to see and do. So many interesting people.” She nudged him.
“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use. More like dangerous. Someone like you…this city will tear you apart if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
"....Do you really think the world is ending?" She asked after a long pause.
Rorschach shrugged. "Dunno. Probably. There's so much filth... Bad people doing fucked up stuff..."
"But there are still some good people.... You seem like a good enough guy. I mean, we've been hanging out alone for almost an hour now and you haven't tried anything suspicious. I knew my sixth sense was right."
Her eyes had the same glimmer as a kid telling a friend a secret.
"Sixth sense?" Rorschach asked, his interest piqued.
"Oh, You're suddenly curious for once?" She teased. "I have this sense about people. Like you, for instance. I can tell you're a loner. You think being alone is less complicated. You seem smart, and I think you're a good guy even though you're a bit rough around the edges."
He smiled a little at her observation. It felt strange, but good. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd relaxed like this.
Snow started to fall, a thick veil of white quickly covering the park.
(Y/N) tilted her head back to catch snowflakes on her tongue.
"Let's go get hot cocoa!" She exclaimed, pulling Rorschach from his swing.
"Ok..."
She gripped his hand like an excited kid, pulling him into the nearest 24 hour diner.
....
She giggled as she reached across the table, gently brushing snow from his hair.
"Why?" he muttered, cringing a little.
"Sorry." Her voice retreated with her hand. The red in her cheeks had lifted to a slight pink, but now her cheeks blazed again.
"I'm not really... good with people..." He said. His face showed no shame or remorse. This was just a fact.
"I get it. But.. why help me earlier? Why let me drag you around town all night?" She asked
He stared a her blankly for a long while. Just when she thought he wasn't going to say anything, he answered.
"You needed someone....Maybe I did too." He shrugged, mostly talking to himself.
The Waitress brought them their drinks, And they gladly accepted the warmth.
“I can’t believe you didn’t get hot cocoa! Black coffee is for Cops and School teachers running on empty.” The girl laughed.
“You like me. Why?” Rorschach said suddenly.
“Hmm… I dunno. Helping me lose that guy was the first thing…” She Began. “but you seem so confident in yourself. Like you aren’t bothered by anything. But you have these walls up to keep the world out. You seem like someone who needs help coming out of your shell. And besides, don't think you mind the company, or you’d have dropped me off at a bar an hour and a half ago.”
“I don’t have many friends. I’m not friendly or outgoing. I’m kind of a recluse most of the time. But that doesn't bother you. You’re like a tornado of post-teen energy. I can’t really look away at this point.” Rorschach admitted. And it was true. For some reason, she intrigued him.
“You’re adorable. So angsty. Like a ginger Bruce Wayne… just without all of the annoying ‘rich boy’ machismo.” The girl smirked into her mug of cocoa.
It was a strangely fitting assessment, little did she know.
“Adorable?” He looked at his companion as if she’s just spoken another language.
“Oh for sure! It’s funny though. You've got this... weirdly charming look to you.” Her analysis sounded lighthearted and informal, but something in her eyes told Rorschach that it was genuine.
He guessed if he were someone else he’d like her too. She was nice, in an energetic, ditzy sort of way. And he did find her pretty. Before he could reply, (Y/N) had her face pressed against the glass of the window beside her, admiring the snow.
He took the opportunity to change the subject.
"You like the Snow?" He noted.
"I love it. I'm from the south... We never get to see it." She said longingly.
"Maybe if you stay in the city you could see it more often." Rorschach muttered.
Her eyes were practically stars when she turned to smile at him.
"You think I should stay? But I thought you said it was dangerous."
"That was when you didn't know anyone here. You know someone now."
He sipped his coffee, his eyes flicking away from hers for a few long seconds.
“It’s getting kind of late. Whaddaya say, handsome… walk me home?” She said hopefully.
“…Ok.”
They payed for their drinks, and ventured back out onto the icy sidewalk.
(Y/N) grabbed Rorschach’s hand again as they walked. And, once again, he didn’t protest.
She yawned, leaning against him a bit.
“I’ve had the best time. I’m glad I saw you earlier.” She grinned.
“Letting you drag me around town isn’t the worst night I’ve had…” he replied.
A few minutes later, they arrived at an apartment building.
“Well…this is me. Thanks for the nice night.”
She fished a sharpie out of her backpack, grabbing his hand and scribbling her number on it.
“If you ever find yourself bored and want some company, let me know.” She said.
“I will.” He said, his hand suddenly feeling cold when she let go.
After a few seconds of tense silence, she finally balled her fists into the fabric of his coat, bringing him down for a kiss.
It was quick, and sweet… the same as the night they’d just had.
“Take it easy, Rorschach. And call me.”
With that, she gave a small wave as she disappeared inside.
“What the fuck…”
Rorschach repeated the question to himself dozens of times on the way back to Nite Owl’s apartment.
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I'll wait
Y/n is a vampire who's been alive since the 18th century, but whilst others like him already found their soul mates, he was left waiting until a certain boy was born
Seonghwa x vampire! Male reader
Note: as soon as I saw the thing about this being seonghwa's first life, I just had to make this. Btw vampires don't burn in the sun in this fic
Being immortal wasn't that bad, you could see how humanity evolved alongside you, how new species were discovered and how old ones went extinct. You could try and perfect just about any skill you desired
What is bad, is not having to wait for your soul mate to be born while suffering an empty life, this was a problem for y/n, who even after nearly 200 years of waiting, still hasn't gotten his soulmate
He could vividly remember that day he touched the globe which would reveal where your soulmate was with a light, only to have nothing light up, much to the vampire's dismay
🐯
That was in 1760, and has been waiting ever since, checking the globe just about every day, but never getting that light he longed for
In the mean time, y/n made several identities for himself, only to die in a tragic 'accident' and start again as a 20 year old in a different setting, as he had the connections to do so
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The year was 1998, y/n's persona this time around was a successful artist, painting for many people in his for now home, Germany,
He's been reluctant to once again look at the globe, afraid he simply didn't have a soulmate, alas, he did check, on April 3rd, and something he never expected to happen, happened
It lit up, a small light emitted on the map, in South Korea. Y/n couldn't hold back the tears of joy "welcome to the world, my darling, I can't wait to meet you"
Now, y/n knew not to go to a child and declare they're soulmate, but he did make sure someone kept an eye on him for his safety and to get to know him just a little bit
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In the years he had someone look after them, he had learnt his soulmate was a boy by the name of Park Seonghwa, he had gotten some pictures over the years, and he absolutely adored how he looked, he couldn't wait to see what he'd grow into
🐯
It was in late 2017 when he decided to fake another death, by paint this time. He had 2 fellow vampires photograph him and make up the story he got drowned by paint in his lungs when a bucket fell. And people believed it
He quickly got a new passport after and moved to South Korea, where he would have to make a name for himself once again, but first he met up at a café with the friend who had to keep an eye out for Seonghwa
"how is he?" y/n asks, curious about what his soulmate was doing "he's training to become an idol, expected to debut sometime next year" he nodded "so how are you gonna tell him?" y/n hadn't thought about it that much "I'll move in and make a name for myself first, then I might be able to somehow get an interaction"
"how about fashion design, idols often have many different outfits, so if you just work at one that's fairly popular, I'm sure the opportunity will be there"
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And so he began as a designer at a company, whilst also keeping track of seonghwa, which had become a lot easier thanks to social media
He was still waiting to formally meet him, but he went to every show Seonghwa's group, Ateez, performed at, he was fascinated by the boy's moves and good looks. He made sure seonghwa didn't fully see him though, wanting to safe that for when they met
🐯
It actually happened later then he expected, when he was an independent designer in late 2019, KQ, seonghwa's company, asked him to come design outfits for their new album, all to action
He was excited to finally meet the boy who had grown into a charming young man. Of course he was also excited to meet the others, but he's been waiting for over 200 years for this to happen, so of course it's understandable
🐯
Y/n had arranged a meeting with all 8 boys, one by one, leaving seonghwa last, he wanted to spend some extra time with him whilst making sure he didn't see him beforehand
🐯
One by one, he spoke to each member, wrote down some notes, and took their measurements, until the final person came to him, his soulmate, who he'd been waiting so long for
To say he was nervous, was an understatement. He tried distracting himself by turning around and looking outside his window, to the bustling streets of the city
"umm, hello? Sir are you okay?" he heard a concerned but also confused voice say. It's him, Park Seonghwa. He mustered up all of his courage and turned around, approaching the young man "it's nice to finally meet you in person" he held his hand in both of his
"You're..." before seonghwa could continue, he felt a sensation from the man's hand, a warmth so new, yet seemingly so familiar "my soulmate...?" the young man had never experienced such a thing before, and neither did the other, but with lots of stories, he knew what it was
"you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you, my darling" the younger still looked quite confused "if I have some time left after, I'll explain it to you briefly, but if you really wanna know all of it, I suggest you could come with me" he got a bit nervous "You're not gonna do anything bad, right?" y/n looked almost shocked he even asked "of course I won't, I didn't wait this long just to hurt you, alright?"
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After everything was done, y/n took seonghwa back to his apartment, of course with seonghwa's manager's approval "do you want anything to drink?" the younger shook his head
They sat down in the living room "where do you want me to start?" "you said you waited a long time for me, how long was that?" y/n already saw this question coming, but he was willing to explain it all for seonghwa "about 260 years, you see I'm a vampire, an immortal being that's been alive since the 18th century. Of course common folk couldn't know about this, so about every 40 years, I fake my death and start a new life somewhere else, this time I went from a painter in Germany to a fashion designer here"
"but how come you didn't have any previous soulmates?" y/n sighed "because it's only your first life here, darling. Back in 1760 when I interacted with the globe that showed your soulmate's location, nothing lit up. It wasn't until April 3rd 1998 when it lit up, when you were born. I decided I wouldn't see you until you were older, since I also have my morals of not going after children or minors. I've only been here since 2017 actually"
Seonghwa was left in awe and shock, but also slight guilt that y/n had to wait so long for him "I'm sorry you had to wait all that time for me"
"don't be, I learned a lot of useful things and had lots of experiences thanks to the time I was alone" y/n smiled fondly at all the memories "did you fall in love with anyone else along that time?"
"I've met and seen many beautiful people, but none were as beautiful as you are now" seonghwa blushed at that "You're cute when you blush" this made him even more flustered
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They talked for a little while longer before realising how late it is "I have a spare room you can stay in, it's right across from my room, so if anything's bothering you, just come to me" seonghwa nodded and went to the room with some clothes y/n handed him to sleep in
🐯
At night, seonghwa found himself not being able to sleep, there was a constant feeling that something was missing. He figured out it must have something to do with the fact that he now has a bond with y/n
So he made his way over to y/n's room, gently opening the door to find y/n also being awake, seemingly also not being able to sleep "can't sleep either" the latter asked, seonghwa nodded "it's like something's missing"
"maybe because we found each other now, we don't wanna be separated again" seonghwa was still a bit in thought, but suddenly started blushing "ummm, w-would you mind if I stayed here... With you?" y/n smiled and slightly threw the covers open so seonghwa could climb into bed with him. They didn't say anything after just staring at each other in silence, until y/n noticed seonghwa was getting tired. He leaned forward and kissed his forehead "goodnight, my darling"
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Chung Minkyung/Mae
The Boyz 12th member
birthday: 1999/01/14
birth place: Seoul - South Korea
Chung Minji
TXT 6th member
birthday: 2001/05/31
birth place: Sydney - Australia
a/n: have I gone insane and made two ocs at once? kind of. actually, I haven’t made up my mind about actually going forward with them yet but I’ve had this idea for about two months and my mind couldn’t rest unless I actually wrote it down. and since I already had it typed out, I might as well share it right? (awkwardly laughs and runs away).
also disclaimer, this is 100% focused on the ocs and not on their groups, you may be asking why since I never really cared this much about backstory before... I honestly don’t know, my brain thought of it like that and that’s how this turned out.
2011
Minkyung watched the teacher leave the room from the corner of the classroom and began packing up her things as the girls around her whispered between themselves. She didn’t blame them for talking, considering this was the first time in months she had made it through the first period without her mother showing up.
Actually, some days she wouldn’t even go to school due to her day packed with auditions and art-centered classes. But this time she had, and just for a moment, she allowed herself to think she would have a normal day. Until the teacher had to answer a knock.
Walking back inside, the middle-aged woman speared a pitied glance at the girl and nodded once she excused herself. The official routine of letting her know her mother had arrived was long gone after the fifth consecutive time it had happened.
Going outside as fast as she could, so she wouldn’t hear anyone talking about her. Minkyung met her mother near the school entrance.
“Let’s go, we can’t be late” The woman rushed her, picking up her backpack and throwing on the backseat before circling her car and sitting in the driver’s spot. She barely waited for her daughter to buckle up before driving away from the parking lot. Wheels scratching the pavement as she did so.
“What is it this time?” She asked with half the excitement of her mother, leaning her head on the window as she watched the school becoming small in the rearview mirror.
“Acting gig. You got this in the bag” The older woman spoke cheerfully and Minkyung hummed. Once they stopped at a red light, her mother turned to her and brushed her a strand of hair behind her ear “Hey. I know you’re growing tired but I think this one might be it. Just blow them away with your talent, alright baby?”
“Alright, mama”
2011
Minji sat at the curb as she watched her friend jumping into the backseat of her parent’s car.
“Are you sure you don’t want a ride sweetie?” The friends’ mother asked her leaning out of the window “Eliza was telling me you usually wait quite a while, I can talk to you mother and arrange a carpooling system with her”
“No, it’s fine Ms.Smith” Minji hugged her lunch box and smiled sweetly, her small feet tapping the ground in a rhythm she had made up “Mom should be arriving soon, I don’t want her to worry if I’m not here”
“Well okay, be sure to mention that to her so next time you don’t have to wait” The blond woman smiled politely before driving off.
Minji waved at them and stared at the empty sidewalk in front of the school. Checking her pink watch for the fifth time, she noticed she only had to wait five more minutes before she gave up on waiting and walked home.
The girl knew there wasn’t a big chance of her mother remembering she had a younger daughter to pick up, but still, she allowed herself to wait for an hour every day. Just in case she would show up.
After the five minutes were up, the 10 year old grabbed her stuff and began her usual walk home. The neighborhood wasn’t too dangerous and she would only have to walk six blocks to arrive, but still, it felt too cruel for the teacher to see it happening constantly.
The woman had walked half of her way to get to the girl when she saw a tall man approaching, she sighed relieved as Minji gasped surprised.
“Dad” She jumped on the man’s arms and he laughed, waving at the teacher before picking her lunch box that had fallen on the ground.
“I came home from work earlier today, I figured you’d want some company on your walk home” He patted her on the head and the girl smiled brightly “I’m sorry for not being able to do this every day”
“It’s fine. Come, I’ll show you the pet store I walk by. Oh, and there’s this old lady resting on her porch every day, she always gives me a good afternoon” Minji smiled pulling him by the hand as they made their way back.
2014
Minkyung quietly stood in the hallway as she heard her parents discussing. Earlier that day, her mother got an email confirming her acceptance into a trainee program in Korea, the multiple years of singing lessons and learning various instruments had finally given a bigger result than the acting route had.
The girl had never seen her mother more excited than after getting the news, but since she told her father about it they had been locked in the kitchen arguing about the changes this opportunity brought to the family.
“I don’t know about this, it sounds pretty expensive” Mr. Chung sighed walking back and forth.
“It’s an opportunity for our daughter to finally become someone. She worked so hard for it, we don’t know when the next one might come. This is her chance”
“She is someone already. She’s our daughter, a sister, and a student. What will happen with her studies after she’s gone?”
“She can keep them overseas, she’s homeschooled after all”
“Only because she couldn’t keep up with school and your obsession for making the girl famous”
“She wants this just as much as I do”
“What’s going on?” Minji showed up out of nowhere startling her sister, who whispered for her to keep quiet and listen.
“They’re discussing moving to Korea” Mikyung waved her off and returned to listen, but the younger slapped her arm and frowned. “Ouch, stop that dumbass”
“Why would we move to Korea?”
“I passed an audition there. Mom is convincing dad to accept it”
“No, absolutely not” Minji shook her head, walking determined downstairs only to be stopped by the older “Let me go. I’m not moving because of you”
“Minji don’t, let them discuss this, mom almost has him”
“I’m not moving. I don’t care what you want. Different from you I have friends here, I have a life. I’m not going because of you”
“Hey, stop that” Their father opened the kitchen door to stop the two arguing girls.
“No, I’m not stopping. You’ve always given Minkyung the fancy tutors and expensive courses without thinking twice. She can go on her own, I don’t want to leave our home”
“We are a family, if one of us is going, the rest is too” Her mom spoke up pointing a finger at her “And this might be your home, but Seoul is your dad’s and mine. We’d be going back to our family. No more trips during holidays and all of that. Think about it, it would benefit us all”
“No, it wouldn’t. Dad would have to leave work, and I have school and my friends. We built a life here” Minji cried out looking between the two of them. In the back, her sister leaned on the wall and watched them ultimately deciding her future.
“And you’ll build a new one in Korea too. Think about all the work your sister has done for us to have this chance”
“This is her chance. Not ours”
“Minkyung” The man spoke, shutting the two up and getting the girl’s attention. “Do you honestly want this? We would be investing a lot once you sign with them”
“Yes, I’m sure of it” She answered, it was honest. But considering that was the only thing she had worked for her entire life, there was no way it wouldn’t have been.
2015
“Are you sure you don’t want me to go in there with you?” Minkyung’s mom asked her again as they made it in front of the building.
“Yes, mom” The girl rolled her eyes fixing the big duffel bag under her arm “Most people leave their families for this. I don’t want to brag that mine follows me no matter where I go”
“They deserve to know we support you” The woman cupped her face in adoration and she laughed.
“It isn’t a matter of support, some people just can't afford to move around”
“Okay, but I’ll come by your accommodations later to bring the rest of your stuff and you’ll tell me everything then”
“Fine. Oh, and mom. Can you give Minji my guitar, she might have a better use for it than leaving it untouched”
“You don’t want to have at least one of your instruments with you?” The woman frowned, reluctant in passing by her daughter’s belongings to the younger.
“I’m sure they’ll have a bunch I can practice on” The girl shrugged moving around on her feet.
“If you say so. Don’t forget not to let the boys mess with you okay. And don’t stress if you don’t get along, remember this is only one phase for you to become the star you were born to be”
“Uh, okay. I have to go” Minkyung gave her a hug and walked inside the building, blushing furiously as her mother screamed good luck to her.
Walking to where a receptionist was, she noticed a boy, a little older than her, getting some credentials with her. Standing behind him, she waited until the woman asked for her name.
“Chung Minkyung” The girl said and she nodded.
“Right, the girl from Australia. I have your stuff here too” The woman said and the boy, who was puzzly looking through his papers, looked up at the mention of the Country and quickly stared at her, wondering if he should introduce himself or wait a little more “You’re both going the same way, press two in the elevator down the hallway and go to the room on the far left”
Thanking her, Minkyung picked up her things and nodded for the boy, giving him a tight-lipped smile as they walked together.
“I’m sorry, I think I overheard you’re from Australia. I’m from Canada, and my Korean is a little rusty. Do you speak English?” He smiled embarrassed and the girl nodded.
“Yeah, no problem. Mine would be too, but my mom made me take lessons as a child because speaking both languages would be good for the resume” She told him as they entered the elevator “A little TMI, I’m sorry. I’m bad at making friends”
“It’s fine” He laughed nervously and looked around before hitting him that he hadn’t introduced himself “I’m Jacob, sorry for not saying my name”
“I’m Minkyung but I guess you can call me Mae if you want to” She smiled generously at him and he nodded. The elevator’s doors opened up for them to step out.
Walking inside the room they were told, several heads turned around to stare at them and a buzzing boy came straight to greet them.
“Hi, nice to meet you, I’m Youngjae. Where are you guys from?”
“Uh- My name is Jacob, I’m from Canada”
“Oh, you came from the international auditions, right? In that case you can call me Eric, I used to live in LA” Eric smiled and looked expectantly at the girl.
“I’m Mae, I came from Australia” She smiled nervously and he gasped.
“Oh wow, we’re all from different places”
“Yeah um could you show us around, I’m kind of lost right now” Mae said and Jacob nodded from her side making Eric laugh.
“It’s my first day too actually” He said making both their eyes widen “But everyone seems nice, let’s introduce you to them and they’ll help us figure things out”
“How are you so comfortable?” The girl asked on a whim and cleaned her throat embarrassed after realizing what she had done “Sorry, I’m sorry. I- I suck at meeting new people”
“It’s fine” Eric laughed, intertwining his arm with hers “We’ll get along, all of us. Let’s talk to the others because they’ve been staring for a while”
2017
“Your sister is debuting today?” One of Minji’s friends, Yoojung, gasped on her left as they stood in the food court at the mall. The three of them wearing their school uniforms while deciding what to eat.
“Yeah, and my mom is a mixture of excitement and annoyance at home, that’s why I’ll stay in this place until her and dad leave for the stage”
“Annoyance?” Jisoo, her other friend asked while looking at the ice cream store “Let’s go to the parlour”
“Sure. And yes, her original plan was for Minkyung, I guess Mae now, to go solo after a while. But last month she came home exclusively to tell her she wasn’t going to leave her group” The girl said nonchalantly as if it were old news for her.
“Wow, that’s so cool” Jisoo gasped, making Minji roll her eyes.
“Why are you not going to the debut showcase?” Yoojung asked again, making her shrug.
“We were never that close, since she became a trainee we haven't talked at all. I’m sure she won’t miss me that much”
“Still, you would meet a bunch of good looking idols, I’d give everything to be there” Jisoo said in a dreamy tone and both of the girls laughed at her expression.
The three of them were slowly walking to get their sweets when a couple stopped them in the middle of the aisle, quickly handing a card to each of them and introducing themselves as scouts from an idol company.
“We’re holding auditions tomorrow and it would be lovely if you could attend, I’ll make sure to remember each of your faces” The lady smiled politely, her gaze sticking a little more on Minji than on the other girls.
They gave some more information to them and gave a quick goodbye. Looking at the card and back at the girls, Minji tried to sound as casual as possible while asking if they would show up for the process.
“Nah” Yoojung said making Jisoo nod along “But you should, they seemed more interested in you than us”
Humming along, Minji stuck the piece of paper on her pocket in the promises of deciding that night.
2019
“Hey, what are you doing?” Mae asked after coming out of her room and seeing Kevin, Changmin, and Haknyeon huddled up around a computer.
“A new group just debuted” Kevin mumbled, scrolling down what seemed to be an article and she snorted.
“So what, rookie groups show up literally every day” She rolled her eyes standing behind them and reading some of the words flying by “Tomorrow X Together, isn’t that Bighit’s new group? Wait, why are they talking about us there?”
“Because there’s a rumor that one of the members is your sister” Haknyeon said and as if on clue Kevin stopped in a picture of Minji.
Feeling like time had frozen, Mae widened her eyes and gasped, pulling Kevin away and scrolling down herself to check if she wasn’t having a fever dream.
“You never said you had a sister” Q noticed casually as she freaked out in front of the computer.
“She never came to visit us either” Kevin complained for a second and then gasped “Wait, was she missing? Did you just find your missing sister?”
As the boys began sharing conspiracy theories as to why they didn’t know about the existence of Minji, Mae turned to them with a shocked expression and waited until they fell silent to quietly mumble
“That little devil never told me she wanted to become an idol”
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MonoChrome Hues
An AU where everyone can see colors except a very rare few and only get to see colors when they meet their soulmates.
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Warnings: Cursing?
“How is he going to become a pro-hero if he can’t see colors?” Snickered another student that had passed by the grumpy Katsuki Bakugou. His usual scowl turned further south as he heard the other UA students talking about him. “Must suck being only to see in black and white and having to guess everything.” Another one said under their breath. Bakugou slammed his hands onto the lunch table. “IF YOU EXTRAS GOT SOMETHING TO SAY THEN COME SAY IT TO MY FACE.” He shouted towards the mocking students. They shrunk away in fear and headed to the other side of the lunchroom. “Stupid extras thinking they can talk about me behind their back.” He sneered.
“Don’t listen to them Bakugou, you’re as manly as any one of them,” Kirishima reassured him. You wished you could build up the courage to talk to the brash boy in the hero studies. You were curious about him ever since you heard about his monochrome vision. Half the population was born with monochrome while the other had an extraordinary colored vision. It was rare that someone born with monochrome vision got into UA, let alone the hero program. “Earth to Y/N. You’re off in wonderland again.” My classmate said trying to get my attention back to them.
“Ah, sorry! I spaced out again.” You mentioned while trying to play it off like you were not staring at one of class 1-A’s star pupils. “We’re getting ready to head back to class, are you joining us?” They asked, standing up from the cafeteria table. “Oh, yeah! I’m coming.” You stuttered, quickly grabbing my lunch tray. You took one last glance up towards the angered Bakugou and made direct contact. You yelped in embarrassment before quickly turning away with your friends.
“Oi!” Bakugou shouted. Before you could turn completely around, he was halfway towards you. Your friends formed a protective barrier around you. “What do you want, Bakugou.” Your best friend Shizue snarled at him. “Tell your little friend to stop staring. Tell her to take a picture, it will last her longer. I am sure you guys are just like the rest of these sidekicks who think it is funny that I cannot see color! But you’ll all be kissing up to me WHEN I BECOME THE NUMBER ONE HERO.” Bakugou shouted towards your friend group, getting progressively louder.
“Common man, let’s go before you cause a scene and get detention again for blasting the cafeteria,” Kirishima said, putting a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “Shut up shitty-hair!” He scoffed before turning back towards the direction he came from and snatched his lunch tray up. You could hear his palms crackling within the silent cafeteria. “Are you alright, Y/N?” Shizue asked, turning around to face you.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just startled is all.” You mutter, replaying the event in your head. Assessing the look of frustration on his face. If only he knew that you were more intrigued by his vision than you were judging him for it. You shook your head of your thoughts and followed your classmates back to your general studies class.
You could not seem to focus fully on the teacher’s lesson after lunch. You kept replaying the encounter with Bakugou over and over. You would not admit it, but you definitely had a crush on the boy ever since you laid eyes on him. However, your friends would never approve of you going after such a rough guy. He was not the most charming, but you could tell under his rough exterior was someone who just wanted someone to understand his struggles.
After class, you declined your friend’s offer to stay late to study for an upcoming exam you were all dreading. You gave them the excuse that your mother wanted you home early to help her cook dinner. This could not have been further from the truth, your mother always made soba on Thursdays. As much as your mother appreciated your help while cooking dinner, she preferred to make the soba herself. You were hoping to catch Bakugou at the front gate to apologize for your rude behavior during lunch.
You did not even bother stopping at your locker to grab your assignments. You rushed towards the front entrance, scanning the crowds for the crazy-haired blonde. So far, he was not in sight; you were hoping you had not missed him. “Oi! Did you not get enough of a preview in lunch?” You heard his voice snarl from behind you. You turned around to see Bakugou more annoyed than he was at lunch. His hands were crackling and popping as if he was ready to blow a fuse.
“Wait! I came to apologize!” You shouted, putting your hands in front of yourself in defense. Your quirk was nothing in comparison to anyone in the class of 1-A. “Like hell you are!” He spit back out. “I want to help!” The words came out faster than you intended for them too. This took Bakugou off guard, before snapping back into his angered state. “You, a useless sidekick wants to help me?” He sneered, but the corner of his mouth twitched as if trying not to smile.
“Sure sidekick, you want to help? I will bite. You have piqued my interest. Let us take a walk.” He stated, almost walking into you. You got out of his way and followed behind him. He led you down the road from UA down towards the park that was still in bloom with cherry blossoms. Your eyes widened at the sight as you gazed in awe at the vibrant pink colors. You went up to one of the low hanging branches and picked off a few of the flowers, tucking one into your hair.
You turned to Bakugou who was staring at you, almost curious before he realized you caught him staring at you. He then turned his head away quickly with a “tch” coming out of his mouth quickly. You took the opportunity to quickly move towards him and put the cherry blossom flower in his hair. “What the hell!” He shouted. “Calm down. Cherry blossoms are meant for good luck and fortune.” You smiled, finishing tucking the flower behind his ear.
A blush spread across his face as he turned away from you. “What did you mean you can help me, sidekick?” He demanded to know. You used your quirk, Glitch, to teleport in front of him. “I’m going to describe colors to you!” You smiled at him. He sneered at the thought. “Good luck, my mother already tried that when I was younger.” He said, almost defeated.
“Did she tell you that your eyes are red? The color of rage and extreme excitement?” You asked, making him perk his head up. “Crimson as your determination to become the number one hero.” You mused, making the blush on his face return. “She told me they were red.” He huffed, trying to ignore what else you said about his eyes. “Your hair is such a golden blonde, almost like sand but not as dull. It’s soft to look at, unlike your friend Kaminari’s.” You laughed, making a smile twitch on Bakugou’s face.
“Alright, alright. I get it. I will enlist your help for now sidekick. I do not hate your presence as much as I thought I would. You’re more tolerable than my other friends.” He proposed, crossing his arms. “Great! I have to head back to the school and grab my stuff, but I’ll see you around Bakugou.” You stated, nodding your head towards him. You turned around to start heading back towards the school before you heard his famous, “Oi!”.
A smile was plastered on your face as you turned around to meet his annoyed gaze. “I need to know what else to call you. You know, besides sidekick.” He huffed. “L/N Y/N. You can just call me, Y/N though. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You told him before heading off. Almost thought you saw the boy smile as you rounded the corner.
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After your encounter with Bakugou, you would find him asking him questions about the colors of different things throughout the next two weeks. He was amazed to find out that Todoroki’s hair was half red instead of black, he told you he was not surprised that Midoriya’s hair and eyes were green, and that, of course, Kirishima’s hair was obnoxious. You enjoyed sharing this information with Bakugou as he seemed to really appreciate the information. Ever since that first day in the cafeteria, he was a lot less rash with you.
It was not until one day during your lunch period he approached your table with your friends from your general studies class when things got interesting. “Hey, Y/N, I have a question, can you come here?” Bakugou asked once he got your attention. “Yeah, sure.” You answered, before catching a glimpse of your best friend Shizue’s face. You waved her off like you were fine and followed the blonde out of the cafeteria. “Do you mind meeting me in front of the gates again today? I want you to explain the colors of the park to me.” He half asked, half demanded.
You smiled at his request and nodded your head. “Sure thing, I’ll make sure to grab my stuff before I head out of the school this time.” You informed him, making him roll his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” He sneered before walking back to the cafeteria.
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You saw that Bakugou was waiting for you outside of the school gates. “You’re early,” You mused at him. He huffed and started to walk towards the park. “I hate to admit it, but I do appreciate you attempting to explain color to me. While I may not be able to actually see them, I can only imagine how beautiful your world must be. I’m envious of you.” He said in a monotone voice that was hard to read. “If you are trying to thank you, then there is no need. I wish I could understand what it was like for you.” You said, dismissing his thoughts.
“Hey, I’m trying to thank you, sidekick.” He sneered, grabbing your hand to pull you to a stop. You felt a weird sensation that you swore was your quirk. For a few seconds, your vision blurred. You closed them tight to hopefully adjust your sight. When you opened them back up colors were no longer there. Everything was in black and white. You gasped as you took a look around you.
This is what Bakugou must have seen all along.
“Are you able to pass on your monochrome vision to others?” You asked in astonishment. “Not that I’m aware of.” You turned to see that Bakugou was kneeling on the ground with his hand on his head. “Are you hurt?” You asked, kneeling next to him. Suddenly, you felt another weird sensation and your eyes blurred again. When you opened your eyes the next time, your vision returned back to normal. You saw Bakugou’s bright red eyes staring at you.
Except for this time, they were staring in awe. “Your eyes are stunning.” He breathed out. He whipped his head around and almost immediately fell back over. “Oh my god, Bakugou can you see color?” You asked, covering your mouth in amazement. Tears formed at his eyes as he was taking in everything. He nodded his head before turning away so you could not see his expression.
“Is this your quirk?” He asked after a moment’s silence. “No, I can glitch myself to teleport. Not change visions.” You told him. Before you could process it, Bakugou had his hand behind your neck and pulled your face quickly to his. Your lips pressed firmly to his. You could feel your body temperature raise up immediately. When he pulled away from the kiss, you felt dazed. “What was that for?” You asked as you could feel the blush spreading across your face.
“Payment for showing me color for the first time.”
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Flowers POV Swap
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“Are you sure you want to do the pick up? It can get messy and I have the staff for it.” Iroh asked, wiping his hands on the small apron tied around his waist.
“It’s a good way to spend some more time with an old friend.” Zuko replied, considering in the mirror if he should tie back his hair. Letting it fall in his face, he then turned and smiled at his uncle.
“I’ll be back in time for the lunch rush.” He said. Iroh shook his head and they descended the creaky stairs into the back room of the tea shop. Waving goodbye, Zuko exited out onto the back alley.
He twirled the keys in his hand as he walked out to the van. Zuko was irritated and hoped a nice chat with Sokka would clear his head. He was glad to be back in the city; when summer came and he could escape the Fire Nation it was always a relief. Things were getting more tense at the palace and this time he was especially glad to get away.
The drive was easy in the morning and Zuko had driven enough vans in his life to maneuver through traffic. The Ice Blossom was on the left, and as he passed it to get to the side street, he saw someone at the counter. A woman who was not Suki.
After parking the van in the side street, Zuko again twirled the keys in his hand. Curious, he walked to the front door instead of knocking at the back for Sokka.
Through the large window he saw a young woman looking very bored and flipping through a book. She looked like Sokka and he wondered if she was his sister.
Was that racist? Zuko frowned as he paused at the door.
He entered and she looked up. Before she could say anything, the woman saw his burned face and paused. Feeling exhausted, Zuko only smiled at first.
“It’s okay. It’s usually the first thing people notice about me.” He said easily and walked up to the counter. The woman’s face reddened and Zuko smiled easier.
“I am so sorry.” She said quickly and he laughed.
“It’s really okay. I wasn’t lying, it’s literally the first thing.” Zuko touched the bottom edge of the burn, thinking back. “It’s a bad burn.”
He shook himself, smiled, and leaned against the counter.
“My name is Zuko. What’s yours?” He asked.
“Oh, I’m Katara.” She replied.
Definitely the sister. Zuko thought.
“Did you, are you picking up an order?” Katara asked. She sounded unsure and Zuko stood up with his hands on the counter.
“I am, yes. It’s a large order though, for the Jasmine Dragon. Is your brother around?” He asked.
“How’d you know he’s my brother?” She questioned.
Was I not supposed to know that? Zuko’s mind spun for a second.
“You look alike.” He said. Shoot, that was probably racist.
“Mmmh.” Katara made a dismissive tone.
Yup. Racist. Zuko internally winced.
“Yeah, Sokka is in the back.” Katara continued, then eyed him curiously. “Do you have a van or…?”
“Yeah, it’s around back.” He said. Like a summons, the door to the back room opened and Sokka emerged, bringing with him the smell of cold, sweet water.
“Zuko!” He greeted enthusiastically, and Zuko smiled again. “I was wondering if that was your van. Is it new?”
Finally relaxing, Zuko stepped quickly to the end of the counter and shook Sokka’s hand.
“So you managed to wrangle your sister into working with you?” He asked.
“Only for the summer.” Sokka replied and Zuko turned to look at Katara.
“That’s right. Congrats on getting into med school.” He said. Sokka had called him in a panic when Katara was accepted, wondering how she was going to pay for the tuition and fees. Zuko assured him that everything would be okay and prompted him on some questions about financial aid and scholarships to ask her the next time the siblings spoke.
“Who are you?” Katara asked, bewildered.
Zuko and Sokka laughed.
“I was your brother’s roommate for the whole semester and a half he did at college. After he left, we still kept in touch.” He said.
“His uncle actually loaned me the money to open the shop.” Sokka added.
“And now look at it! I heard you did the flowers for some fancy wedding in the North Pole.” Zuko said with some gentle mocking.
Sokka put his hand in Zuko’s face, shoving him away unceremoniously. “That was my grandmother’s wedding and you know it.”
“Okay, I got it, you two are friends.” Katara muttered and Zuko grinned. “Are we getting the order or what?”
Zuko eagerly helped load the van, ignoring the spills and loose petals. Katara used her bending to fill the vases and he watched her with open curiosity. He hadn’t seen many Waterbenders in his life, having spent most of it in the Fire Nation with a few periods in the Earth Kingdom.
Well, there had been the one Waterbender.
Wanting to keep himself distracted, Zuko listened to Sokka and Katara bicker with each other over the water, the loading, and pretty much anything else. It was different from how he and Azula fought and it didn’t give him that same tight anxiety in his gut.
Sokka had talked a lot about Katara over the years, and she had even worked at the Ice Blossom before but he had never come out to see her. And she never went out with them as she apparently took online courses during the summer.
It was odd to know this much about her and when she turned to ask him questions, he felt the shift in his mind.
Sokka had told her nothing about him.
At first, it offended Zuko and stung. But as he put things together and saw the tired look in Katara’s face, he understood why. And it gave him the opportunity to be someone else.
Or to just be himself.
So he was evasive about his life outside of the Jasmine Dragon, explaining tersely about how he was working at his uncle’s tea shop and not saying much else.
Katara was kind and she was funny, finding Sokka’s weak points and needling him with impunity. She was also very pretty, which Zuko would never admit out loud.
Before he left, on an impulse that was only partly done to irritate his friend, Zuko plucked out a thin white flower from the center of the last vase. It was a filler flower, but Sokka had told him about what it was and where it grew. It was native to the South Pole and grew in abundance on the northern shores.
“Here.” He said, handing it to Katara. She took it, but paused as she stared at it.
“Why?” She asked with flat confusion. Zuko’s heart fell but he shrugged.
“I’m just glad to meet you.” He said. She looked back down at the flower and then back up at him. It was starting to bother him how unimpressed she looked.
Which was also curious in and of itself.
“I work here?” She stated slowly.
“Oh, well I’ll take it back then.” Zuko said with toying ease, covering his embarrassment. He reached out to take it back, but Katara yanked her hand out of reach. As she blushed, Zuko felt his heart stumble.
“No.” Katara snapped and then blushed. Her voice softened as she continued. “I mean, thank you.”
He smiled and ran a hand through his hair as he looked at her. Sokka, walking back from the van, shoved Zuko’s shoulder.
“Stop hitting on my sister.” He grumbled. Zuko laughed and glanced at Katara, who was looking away.
Had he been hitting on her? That probably wasn’t a good idea, all things considered. But it had been a long time since he had felt like this and it felt good.
Walking back to the van, Zuko whistled a tuneless song. There was nothing wrong with getting to know Katara. After all, she was the sister of his closest friend.
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The Stars Made Us (Part 18)
Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?
(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)
Word Count: 1939
Warnings: angst and language throughout, mention of suicide
Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @quailliamfears thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong and @arrow-guy and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo
Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!
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Once you arrived at Stephen’s place, you helped him through his morning routine before stating, “If I’m going to stay here nearly all day, I’ll need to get some work done. Is that alright with you?”
“Oh, please, by all means, don’t let me get in the way of your pseudoscience,” he said, making a gesture of moving out of the way. “You can use my office.”
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your suitcase full of things. “Thanks.” You went in there and made a small work space and began calling patients, trying to schedule them for therapy in the city. You could use another space nearby to start seeing them, depending on how long you would be here.
When you took a break, you made lunch for you and Stephen.
“New song today,” you said as you turned on the music, skipping to a random song in your library.
“You make this so easy,” he boasted before nailing the artist, album name, and release year.
“I will get you, one day,” you vowed with a grin.
You went back to your office after the two of you ate, and talked quickly of current events in the news. While you were on the phone with one of your more unstable, and new patients, you had to calm him down.
“Randy, Randy, take a deep breath for me. There’s nothing we can’t figure out,” you coaxed on the phone, standing up and pacing.
“You’re two hours away! My father has cancer and I--” He started to sob and you continued to pace.
“I know. This puts you in a very difficult position.”
“No, no it doesn’t. It makes everything clearer. I can’t be here.”
“Be where? Randy, where are you?”
“It doesn’t matter. You don’t care. No one fucking cares!” he cried out.
“Yes they do,” you insisted, your heart hammering in your chest. “I do.”
“You’re paid to!”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t care. Randy, tell me where you are. When did you find out your father had cancer?”
“A few hours ago,” he said.
“So where are you now?”
“I’m not going to tell you anything. This is all too much. I just lost my mom a year ago, and now my dad… He might be an abusive son of a bitch, but he’s all I’ve got.”
You took a deep breath, trying to think of what to say.
“Randy, are you in danger of hurting yourself or anyone else?”
He paused, silent a long time before saying, “Just me.” He began crying again.
You began searching for his address on your laptop from the forms he’d filled out. You marched out of the temporary office and over to Stephen who was sitting on his couch, reading. “Randy, why do you want to hurt yourself?” you asked, making Stephen look up at you. You grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled a message that said to do a welfare check on Randy Smith, with his address.
“Because I don’t have any body.”
“You told me you have some cousins, how would they feel if you ended your life?”
“They wouldn’t even know. If they did find out they’d just say, ‘that’s a shame.’.”
You shoved the paper at Stephen with the instructions on it. He nodded and got up, grabbing his phone and going into his bedroom.
“No friends? Girlfriend? Coworkers? Randy, everyone has something to live for. People aren’t the only thing that make a life go round. You told me you’re a computer programmer, yeah? What do you want to do with that?”
“Well, I work for a medical software company.”
“Is that your dream job?”
“Not really. I mean, I love the programming, but it’s not all I want to do.”
“Tell me about what you do want to do.”
“I want to program planes, for the military.”
“See? That’s a noble cause. It’ll help your country. Randy, if you end your life now, that’s your choice, but you won’t get the chance to tell your father what he has done to you. You won’t get the chance to talk with me, to work through problems I know you can work through. You sought me out for help, please, let me help. Don’t miss this opportunity to take control of your life, and make it what you want to be.”
Stephen walked back in the room and he said, “They went to the house, there was no one there.”
“Randy?” you said again. “Randy, please, don’t make a mistake based on how you’re feeling right now in this moment. We know that all feelings pass, and you may be in the dark right now, I know you might be very far in there, in a pit you feel like you can’t climb out of. But that’s why you hired me, isn’t it? This cancer situation with your father is just that, it’s a situation we need to navigate together. I’ll help you every step of the way. You just need to tell me where you are and we can begin therapy as soon as you'd like.”
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally said, “I’m in the parking garage… Oh, god, Dr. Y/L/N, please help me.”
You held in your sigh of relief and replied, “I will, Randy, I will. I’ll be right there.” You hung up and called the police, telling them where he was.
“I’m so sorry, Stephen, but I have to go,” you said hurriedly.
He merely nodded as you grabbed your purse and ran out the door.
Once the crisis was averted, you got him checked into the hospital, and you talked with him for a bit. Once he felt safe and secure, you left him in the capable hands of the hospital. You came back to the apartment, drained.
“That was, uh, impressive,” Stephen noted. “Guess it’s more than just a pseudo science.”
“Guess so,” you responded tiredly.
“So what made you decide to do this work?” he asked.
You scoffed. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly interested?”
“Now that I saw you save a man’s life over the phone? Yes, I am. I’m very impressed. I can only save lives with my own hand. You did it with nothing but your own words, your own voice.”
“I suppose I did. Well, if you must know, I simply want to help people. I love making sure people are okay and knowing I had a hand in that.”
“That’s rather noble.”
You laughed. “That’s what Charles said when I told him when we first started corresponding.”
“It’s true though.”
“So how about you? Saving lives, that’s quite noble. Is that why you do what you do?”
He laughed now. “Far from it. I just love the thrill.”
You nodded slowly. “Ah, yes, people love holding other people’s lives in their hands for the thrill of it. I would say correct me if I’m wrong, but I know I’m not, and the only people who do that are those with antisocial personality disorder. You don’t strike me as the type, despite your best efforts.”
Stephen smiled widely at this. “Touche. Uh, if you really want to know. I had a tragedy happen when I was younger. The thing you said when we first met, about losing someone close, someone family… you were right. Long story short, I wanted to save lives. That’s all I want to say on it.”
You pressed your lips together before nodding and saying, “Thank you, for sharing with me. I bet that was hard.”
“Don’t use your psychiatrist voice on me. I don’t need to be pitied or patronized.”
“I’m not. I’m simply being sympathetic. I truly believed you went through something hard and I appreciate you telling me. Opening up to me is a great honor, I feel.”
He semi-rolled his eyes. You realized you needed to take a different approach here. Stephen didn’t like talking about his past, in regards to his family. But Christine made it clear that he was arrogant, so maybe you should talk about his achievements.
“Christine told me you were driving to a convention when your crash happened, to speak at a conference.”
“Yes, I was.”
“Do you enjoy it? Speaking, that is, about your work?”
“I do, I love it actually. Have you ever done it?”
You shrugged slightly. “I’ve done it a handful of times but she said you did it often and were very good at it.”
“I’d like to say so, but she said she didn’t ever enjoy it.”
“That’s too bad. I wish I could’ve been your date,” you admitted. “You seem like you’d actually have fun at those things.”
“I did. I wish I could still do it.”
“You will, one day, I know it.” You grinned at him and the two of you ordered take-out.
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Things turned south for Stephen though. He couldn’t afford the high price of his Manhattan penthouse without his job. He’d burned through all of his money trying to chase every cure. When he finally realized this, he went nuts.
“I’m losing my home!” he shouted as he ran around his room in a robe, looking like a mad man.
“It’s just an apartment, Stephen. We can find you a new one.”
“Oh, yes, because you have so much free time.”
“I do. I came here to help you, didn’t I?” you challenged.
“I don’t need you to be a realtor.”
“Why not? You’ve made me a nurse, a cook, a maid. It’s clear you don’t want me as a soulmate, and friend is still even up for debate. Why not just make me your realtor?”
“You’ve never lost anything, have you? Otherwise you wouldn’t be so heartless about this.”
You stopped, staring at him. “I’ve lost something before. I’m not being heartless, Stephen. I’m being realistic. You spent all of your money. You aren’t making any more. You have to move out of a place you can no longer afford. You’re always raving about logic and statistics and things you can see, well look at the statistics if you keep trying to live here.”
“This is everything I’ve worked for.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a side effect of what you can do. There is more to life than just your work. You dedicated yourself like this once before, you can do it again. You didn’t work for a fancy palace in a shining city. You worked to be the best god damn neurosurgeon you can be and it paid off and it got you this. But you don’t have this any more. You don't have the means. I know it hurts, I know it sucks. But crying about it, getting pissed off about it, isn’t going to change the fact that your hands are beyond repair.”
He looked at you as if he hated you and your nerves just steeled. You couldn’t waiver from him, from this, not now. Not when he needed you most.
“I’m here to help you. So help me help you, before you end up on the streets. Alright?”
He sat down on his bed, his head in his hands. You were standing on the opposite side of the bed before you got on it and crawled over, putting your hands on his shoulders and resting your cheek against his back.
“We will figure this out. Okay?”
A long silence passed before he said, “I never wanted to end up like this.”
“I know, sweetheart, I know.” You kissed his robe clad shoulder. “We’ll get you another apartment, another job. You’re still a doctor. It’s not the end of the world.”
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A Bug’s Life
Peter Parker x Lang!reader
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a/n: i love this concept and also anon u r sweet and i just found out theres a marvel supervillainess named dragonfly but since i havent heard of her until today im using that name!
prompt: anonymous: “Can you please write a Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Female!Reader where the reader is the older sister of Cassie Lang (Antman’s daughter) and her and Peter fall in love with each other. ✨ Thanks so much! 😘”
Okay, so when you were a kid, you had always dreamed of being a superhero. You never thought you’d know your idols personally, though. You see, when your dad, Scott Lang, came back from prison, a lot changed. Suddenly, he was a superhero and no matter how much he didn’t like it, you wanted to be apart of it.
“Y/N, no, please. You’re just a kid!” You dad argued with you in the presence of your “uncles.”
“Scotty, I think it’d be good for her, you know? Like, she’s so smart and she’s got a lot of talent! I think she could learn a thing or two from Hope and Dr. Pym, right?” Uncle Luis egged on.
“Yeah, dad! Me and Hope have already been experimenting with some stuff and, I mean, Mom’s been bugging me over getting into some extracurriculars...” You reasoned with him.
“Yeah, y/n, like photography club or soccer, not being a crime-fighting bug!” Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, but when he looked back up, you were giving him puppy eyes. “Don’t...don’t do that.”
“Please, dad? I just wanna follow in your footsteps. You’re my hero.” You pouted your lip and didn’t break eye contact with him until he let out a load groan.
“Your mom is going to kill me.” He mumbled while you celebrated with Luis.
You became known as Dragonfly, Ant-Man and Wasp’s sidekick partner. It wasn’t long before you were affiliated with the Avengers and other heroes from across the galaxy.
The first time you stepped foot into the Avengers Compound was unbelievable.
“If only I could tell eight-year-old me how cool she’d grow up to be...” You whispered as your dad led you through the place. You were specifically requested for recruitment following a backround check that proved that you were qualified to train as a junior scientist! The program had just been started thanks to the young Spider-Man, one of the many heroes you had met before and would actually get to know after today.
“Alright, kiddo, it’s not too late to back out.” Your dad told you.
“It’s gonna be fine, dad! You know you can visit me anytime and I’ll come to see you and Cassie every chance I can get.” You gave him a warm smile to let him know it’s alright.
“I know...I’m just gonna miss you, you know?” He shrugged, but before the conversation could continue, you were greeted by Bruce Banner, aka the Hulk.
“Welcome! Nice to see you again, Scott.” Bruce shook your dad’s hand, then turned to you. “And it’s wonderful to finally meet the girl behind the mask.” He shook your hand.
“Nice to meet you, too, Doctor Banner.” You fit your small hand into his abnormally large (and green) hand.
“I’ve heard great things about you, Y/N. I’m excited to see your talent up close.” Dr. Banner chuckled. “I told Peter to meet us here, he probably forgot.” He walked to the wall and pressed the speaker button to the intercom. “Peter, can you meet us at the South Entrance?”
Moments later, a teenage boy came barrelling towards the three of you.
“Sorry! Sorry I’m late.” He apologized profusely. You giggled at the disheveled appearance of him. His hair was sticking up in the back and his flannel was half-tucked into his pants. “I’m Peter!” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker. Spider-Man.” You took his hand gladly and shook it.
“Y/N Lang. Dragonfly.” You introduced yourself. “It’s been a while since we’ve fought together.” You pointed out. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” Peter’s eyes furrowed at that comment. “You know, not fighting.” You added.
“Oh, yeah, definitely!” Peter agreed.
“So, let me guess: you overslept?” You referenced Peter’s bold look and he quickly fixed anything noticeably wrong to him. Bruce and your dad were just observing the chemistry between you and Peter, exchanging entertained glances.
“Hi! I’m y/n’s dad, Scott. Ant-Man.” Scott interrupted as he waved to Peter.
“Oh! I remember you. You got really big in Germany and I had to web your knees until you fell down.” Peter brought up old memories and you covered your mouth to stop from laughing.
“Yep! That’s me.” Scott eyes got slightly wider. “So, I really wish I could stay, but I have a meeting with a client tomorrow morning that I can’t miss. Alarm company doesn’t run itself, you know?” Silence. “Anyways, uh, y/n.” He motioned you a bit closer so you could say goodbye. He crouched down and grabbed both your shoulders. “I love you so much and I am super proud of you. This is an awesome opportunity, kiddo!”
“Yeah, I know.” You said in a sort of disappointed tone.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.
“I’m just gonna miss you.” You frowned.
“Come here.” Your dad pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” The hug lasted at least sixty seconds before he pulled away and kissed your forehead. “Okay, now here’s your bag, go do some science!” He gave you your suitcase. “I love you, Pumkin.”
“Love you, too, dad.” You smiled, almost holding back tears. You really didn’t want to say goodbye to him, but it’s apart of life. Scott watched as you, Peter, and Banner walked down the halls of the Compound. Bruce and Peter were showing you your new room!
“What’s crime like on the West Coast?” Peter asked you. “I’ve only fought crime on the East Coast. And Europe. And Space.”
“Crime is the same coast to coast. It’s crime.” You shrugged.
“Well, that’s cool. Sorry, I’m not good at small talk.” He chuckled.
“Peter, you’ll be able to show y/n her room and give her a little tour, right?” Bruce asked as he slowed down.
“Yeah, no problem.” Peter nodded.
“Alright, great. I’ll be in the lab if anyone needs me.” Bruce walked away and left the two of you to it.
“Okie doke.” Peter clapped his hands together. “Well, this is the hallway.” Is exactly how he just began the tour. The Compound was actually, surprisingly, bigger than you expected. “And that’s the training room, there’s the kitchen, your room has it’s own bathroom, but there are other bathrooms all over the place. There’s a shopping list on the fridge if you ever have any requests, but fruit snacks are banned since I ate two full boxes in one day and threw up.” Peter gave that wonderful anecdote.
“Wow, that’s...impressive?” You tried to come up with something.
“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘disgusting.’” Peter and you shared a laugh as you approached your new room. He opened the door up and you stepped into the biggest bedroom you’d ever seen. “It’s taken some getting used to, you know, the big room, the big bed, the huge bathroom, all of it.”
“This is amazing.” You mumbled.
“Yeah! And Bruce said we can go shopping and decorate the room any way you’d like. I just got my license, so I’d be cool with driving.” Peter proposed.
“Yeah, I think that’d be pretty cool.” You agreed as you threw your suitcase onto the bed and started unpacking. “Uh, I’m kind of hungry...know any places to eat around here?” You started putting shirts on hangers and filling up your huge closet. You noticed Peter hadn’t answered your question yet, so you turned around to see what he was stalling for. He was just watching you. “Am I really that interesting?” You joked.
“What?” Peter blinked. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, yeah, there’s a few places around that we can go to. Assuming you’d want my company, of course. It’s your choice, really.” Peter rambled and you approached him.
“Duh, I gotta get to know my housemate better!” You pulled Peter out of the room and in a random direction. “Am I going the right way to the garage?”
“No.” He answered and you quickly changed directions. You were oddly comfortable with Peter already, and he wasn’t exactly against it. You were super sweet to him and you two have a lot of shared experience. Teen heroes trying to make a difference. And bug-themed.
Peter drove you to his favorite (and closest) restaurant for dinner, and on the way, he played his music on the playlist. Left Hand Free by Alt-J played through the speakers as you sang along.
“You like this song?” He asked and you nodded without a pause in singing. “Good, so do I. You have a really good voice.” He complimented, which definitely made you blush.
“Thanks, now sing with me!” You nudged his arm leaning on the console and resumed your singing.
“I don’t really sing.” Peter chuckled and saw you roll your eyes, then sighed. “Fine. You win.” He began to join you in song.
Well your left hand’s free, and your right’s in grip. With another left hand watch his right hand slip towards his gun, woah woah woah...
“You’re not too bad, yourself, Peter.” You told him as he pulled into a parking spot at the restaurant. The two of you walked in together and the waitress immediately recognized Peter.
“Hey there, Peter! Good to see you!” She greeted and grabbed two menus. “I see you’ve brought a date.” She raised her eyebrows and smirked.
“Oh, uh, she’s not—” Peter stuttered before you took over.
“Yep, it’s our first date! I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself.
“Well, it’s nice to see him with someone. Follow me, you two.” She let you over to a table and told you she’d be back for drinks in a minute. As soon as she left, Peter turned to you.
“When were you going to tell me this was a date?” Peter cocked an eyebrow with a crooked smile to match it.
“I’m sorry! I hope it’s okay I told her that.” You innocently replied.
“It’s more than okay.” Peter leaned forward. “I’m happy to be your date. We are moving a bit fast, though.”
“Are you sure? This is actually pretty slow for people our age. By now, they’d probably be confessing their love for one another.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.
“You are so right!” He snorted. “Jeez, it’s been so long since I’ve talked to someone my own age!” He sighed. “What about you?”
“I hang out with adults all day long. The only kid I hang out with is my little sister. Do you have any siblings?” You asked him.
“Only child.” Peter answered. “What’s your sister’s name?”
“Cassie. She’s sweet but it’s kind of weird coming back after the Blip and seeing her all big and everything.” You made random hand gestures to demonstrate that she was bigger.
“I know, right! I have classmates that I saw as infants that are now bigger than me!” He explained. The waitress came back and got you your drinks and took each of your orders. Back to the chit-chat. “Okay, now tell me, what got you into the hero-game?”
“Okay, well, my dad had just gotten out of prison, right?” That sentence itself made Peter choke on his drink. “Oh, calm down, it was a non-violent offense. He actually exposed corruption, that’s why I look up to him.” You explained.
“That’s good, that’s good. I’m glad. Go on.” He took another sip from his drink.
“Yeah, so then he robbed Hank Pym, who actually wanted my dad to rob him, then a bunch of ants broke my dad out of jail after he got arrested again for stealing from Dr. Pym, then my dad became the new Ant-Man and took down some bad guys, his new girlfriend, Hope, who is Dr. Pym’s daughter, took a liking to me and started showing me the ropes, so me and my Uncle Luis convinced my dad to let me make my own suit. Then Dragonfly was born.” You explained in full detail. “What about you?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, I got bit by a radioactive spider that was being experimented on in a lab, then I had a short-lived wrestling career, then my uncle who raised me died and I became Spider-Man.” He smiled and your jaw dropped.
“Holy shit, are you okay?” You asked.
“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” He admitted as you guys recieved your food. “So, anything else I should know about you?”
“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I like Star Wars.” You told him.
“Me too!” Peter exclaimed.
“No, you don’t. My dad told me Spider-Man called AT-AT’s ‘walking-thingies.’” You shook your head and laughed at the thought of that.
“Okay, so I’m not a huge fan, but our next date can be a Star Wars marathon?” Peter proposed.
“Yes!” You agreed a bit too enthusiastically. Peter smiled and the waitress brought an ice cream sundae with two spoons to the table.
“It’s on the house.” She told you two with a wink.
“Looks like we’re sharing.” You grabbed a spoon and got to work. Peter got chocolate all over his chin. He was kind of a messy eater. “You’ve got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and wiped his chin clean.
“Thanks.” Peter picked his spoon up and moved it towards you. “Have you tried any of the brownie yet?” You took a bite of what he offered.
“Wow, that’s amazing.” You spoke through your mouthful.
“I hate to brag, but I make a pretty mean batch of brownies.” Peter bragged.
“You’re gonna have to prove it, Pete.” You wiped your face off and cleaned up your spot a bit. “You ready to get back to the Compound?”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going.” Peter left some cash on the table to pay the bill and walked you out to the car. The car ride back was filled with jokes and even more stories about your super-adventures. “So, you’re telling me that the first time you shrank, you cried?”
“Yes! Dude, it was an emotional experience. I’m telling you, I was not prepared for something so cool.” You defended yourself. “Now tell me something embarrassing about your powers.”
“I got stuck to a bathroom stall at school and they thought I was skipping class so they sent an aide and I was crying out of fear.” He admitted with pity in his voice.
“Oh, my god. That’s awful.” You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Have you recovered yet?”
“No, unfortunately not, but the handholding sure does help.” Peter squeezed your hand tighter.
“I’m glad.” You smugly replied and closed your eyes to listen to the music. You were kind of exhausted from traveling, so you knew you’d pass out the moment you hit your bed. Soon, you arrived at the Compound and Peter kissed your cheek to get you up.
“We’re hoooome.” He said in a singsong voice as your eyes fluttered open. “Sorry, that was weird.” He apologized, but you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long kiss. More like a brief makeout, but potato, poe-tah-toe.
“You’re really cute, you know?”
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Sweet Survivor Ch.6
Kenji looked at the gift he got, wrapped messily with white tape and brochures in a quick panic. Then at the food he had warmed and placed on a food cart. He pressed his fingertips together and pressed them against his mouth, taking a deep breath as he rolled it down the hall to the big smooth wooden door with two brachiosaurs, necks entwined, carved on the door.
Ben would be there any minute.
He opened the door and sighed in relief. No heart shaped bed, no mirrors everywhere, just a few white heart shaped pillows and some wilting roses.
He set up the table with three covered plates, water bottles and pomegranate juice. He then set up three thick white candles in case the power went out. He checked outside to see the sun about to set, giving enough light for him to open the doors to the balcony.
There was a knock and he smoothed out the suit he had stolen from the left over garment bags in the laundry closet. It was a dark blue and fit a little tight in the shoulders, but he would survive. He wanted to look his best for Ben. He checked his hair in the mirror, pausing a moment to notice how, without the facial hair, he looked so much like his father. He bowed his head and went to the door.
When he opened it, he was shocked to see Ben had dressed up a little himself. He was in a thin blue sweater with a brown checkered vest over it and brown slacks a little too long on him.
Ben looked at Kenji in surprise, blinking as he held an item wrapped in a something made of leather. Kenji snorted and they both laughed.
“Raided the laundry services too?” He asked and Ben nodded.
“I wanted to dress nice.” He said. “And I really like the vest.”
“You look nice.” Kenji said with a soft smile.
“You too.” Ben said, looking up through his lashes.
“I…O-of course I do!” Kenji said, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you look…”
He trailed off as Ben blushed and smiled.
“So pretty.”
Ben looked away. “So uh, can I come in?”
“Yeah! Yeah!” Kenji said, moving aside as Ben saw the spread.
“Wow…” He looked at the window. “Is that safe?”
“I saw some of them going north. Darius said it was probably for them to get some shelter from the storm.” Kenji said. “So I thought we could at least enjoy the view before the rain hits.”
Ben smiled. “Yeah. I like that.”
Kenji held out the package.
“I got you something. I thought you might like it.”
Ben took it and carefully unwrapped it. He gasped and grinned.
“A book on South American herbal remedies and first aid?!” He asked, squeezing the thick book to his chest.
“Yeah.” Kenji said, looking away. “You were really cool with Yaz’s ankle.”
“I know I was.” Ben said with a playful smirk. Kenji’s mouth hung open.
“Uh…yeah.” He said and smiled at him. “So…I thought you might want to expand your knowledge.”
Ben swayed a bit and Kenji wanted to swoon at how cute he looked. He held up the leather.
“I found you something too. I had gathered some stuff for you when I thought you guys got out.” He said.
Kenji took it, eyes sad as he unrolled the leather to find rose-gold aviator sunglasses, the bluish tinted lenses reflecting the light. Kenji huffed a laugh before laughing when he unrolled the leather into a vest with chest and front pouches and zippered pockets.
“Whoa!”
“I got my pack back, so it’s only fair you have something too right?” He asked. “And the shade matches mine.”
Kenji smiled and leaned close to him. Ben didn’t move away, so he took the opportunity to kiss his cheek, pulling away to see his big blue eyes wide and cheeks pink.
He wished he could keep this image forever.
“Come on, dinner will get cold.” He said.
He pulled out Ben’s chair, the shorter boy rolling his eyes before sitting down.
Kenji lifted the lids off their plates, showing two pieces of lasagna and fresh salad with feta cheese.
“Wow, you made this?”
“I baked it and Brooklynn helped me with the salad. I didn’t know you could put steak in salad!” He said, serving Ben a plate. “Maybe for our next date.”
Ben watched him a moment before asking “Why do you like me?”
“What?” Kenji asked.
“Please be honest.” Ben said.
Kenji sat and looked at him. “You’re really cute. You care about everyone and have a knack for safety.”
“It’s called paranoia, but continue.” Ben said with a huff.
“Why do you do that?” Kenji asked. “Why do you dump on yourself?”
“Why not?”
“Ben.” Kenji said softly. “You’re caring, brave and a good friend.”
“But I still run and freak out.”
“There are killer dinosaurs, Babe.”
“Stop that.”
“No. I like the Ben who came to island and picked out the obvious strongest. I like the Ben who thinks of other’s safety. I like the Ben who, with a busted tailbone by the way, made his way to a hotel, shut it down and made a message for us to find, by himself.” Kenji said. “And I want to stay with you because I like you, not because I’m guilty or feel sorry for you. So…there!”
Ben huffed and went to stand out on the balcony, looking over the park.
Kenji followed him as rain began to fall in heavy warm droplets, Ben paying no mind.
“I don’t know,” He started. “If I can keep being this Ben. What about when we get off the island? What then Kenji?”
“I’ll steal one of my Dad’s cars. Or his jet. I want…I want this.” He said, wet hair flopping into his face. He brushed it away and took off his suit jacket, draping it over Ben’s small frame.
“I don’t know if I can believe that. But…” He looked up at Kenji. “I believe your feelings. I like you too, Kenji.”
He took his hand and led him back inside, closing the doors.
*
They had dressed in the fluffy robes, hanging their clothes to dry as they ate.
Kenji told Ben stories about his adventures around the park and Ben had listed off herbs and foods he thought could be used for different health practices.
“Candy would love you.” Kenji said with a smile.
“I think my parents would like you too.” He said. “Like the son they never had.”
“Little early to be talking about in-laws.” Kenji joked and Ben snickered.
“Ready for dessert? I made this one myself.” He said. “And I warn you, this is my third attempt.”
He lifted off the cover of the third plate.
It was a dark rich brown loaf cake with powdered sugar and chopped walnuts on it. Kenji cut into the moist cake and place a thick slice out for Ben. He looked worried when Ben took a spoonful of the soft cake and tasted it.
“Is this?!” Ben took another bite, eyes shut in bliss.
“I found some carob powder and a recipe for a banana loaf and just substituted it-”
“I love it.” Ben sighed. “I can’t believe you baked me a carob banana loaf.”
“Stop it man.” Kenji said, blushing deeply.
“Kenji?” Ben asked with a smile. “Why are you all shy now?”
“I’ve never baked.” He admitted.
“Good thing you’re good at everything.” Ben said.
Kenji smiled and held up a stack of DVD boxes. “Movie?”
“Sure.”
*
They were laying on the bed, side by side, pillows moved to the foot so they could watch the movie better. Kenji had given up, watching Ben look in wonder at the movie. They had lit the candles and moved them next to the TV and nightstands.
Kenji slowly moved his hand to Ben’s, smiling when Ben entwined their fingers.
Ben looked at him and Kenji leaned forward. Ben stayed still, but his lashes fluttered close.
When their lips met, they held there, just resting against each other before Ben pushed forward and Kenji returned in kind. The taller placed a hand on Ben’s waist, pulling him closer as Ben’s hands cradled his neck.
Ben’s thumbs stroked over his cheeks and he felt himself get goosebumps, hearing only their mingled breaths. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against Ben’s. Ben hummed happily and cupped Kenji’s cheeks.
“Did the electricity go out?” He asked, looking around to see the TV and DVD player off.
“Didn’t notice.” Kenji said and pulled him into another kiss, Ben giggling.
They laid together, Ben on Kenji’s chest, fingers stroking over the robe. Kenji had settled for playing with Ben’s still damp hair.
Silent and warm, they fell asleep like that, ignoring the thunder and lightning outside.
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