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The Silence after sex

This is an answer to that one anon who legit sent me a blank ask it’s right here. (Apparently it didn’t let me answer it directly) But, Seriously -.-‘ I’m not sure if you did it on purpose or if it was an accident. How am I supposed to answer silence???? You know what since ya like trolling me so much I’ll indulge ya. So I looked at this ask and, thought okay silence hmm-

The silence after sex

All characters 18+

Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Hawks (Takami Keigo), Fatgum (Toyomitsu Taishiro) Twice (Bubaigawara Jin) x reader (They are in that order if you wanna skip around)

Shigaraki Tomura

After he cums inside you, you’re both a panting mess of sweat and saliva. He takes his time to pull out and, immediately demands cuddles. It’s a peacefully silence; His arms wrapped around your waist as yours cradle his head running your fingers through his greasy hair. It’s soothing. It’s safe. When you pull him up, he can’t help but feel emotional, What with you pressing soft kisses on his forehead your fingers tracing the wrinkles around his eyes. He feels loved. It’s a new and odd feeling but he doesn’t hate it. And, when you feel him grinding into you again you can only roll your eyes with a smile. Because if this rat boy only knows how to show how much you mean to him by fucking the shit out of you then by all means you were going to let him.

How the silence broke:

“I Love you Tomura.”

“I don’t hate you.”

(I love this crusty man!!)

Dabi

After your well and fucked your out like a light. And, once your eyes close the smirk that was on his face drops and, he’s looking at your abused body. He’s burning with turmoil angry that he does this to you and, angry that you let him do it. He’s thinking of how beautiful you are and, how you deserve better than some street rat. Any other person wouldn’t call you defaming things or get off at making you cry. They wouldn’t spit in your mouth and use you like a urinal. He was bad for you. But the moment leaving you enters his mind he’s pissed because he’ll be damned if anyone else got to see you like this. You were his and as he dressed in silence his eyes never left your form. So long as you were willing to shed tears for him and, beg for his return he’d always be back. But in the meantime he was going to snap a picture of you and leave. He’ll wait for one of two things. For you to wake and call him or for you to text him that you never wanted to see him again.

How the silence breaks:

“D-dabi where are you? Why’d you leave?”

“That’s none of your damn business dollface.”

“….Okay be careful…and…..remember I love you Dabi. I’ll be waiting for you to come back so…. don’t die…Please”

(Kaz is a Dabi fucker……)

Bakugou Katsuki

He breathed in the scent of your hair as he held you flush against his hard body. His arms cocooning you protectively. He was in awe. He was always left in awe after he made love to you. You and, Bakugou never just fucked even when he was rough with you it was never mindless. You were the only person he’d every be vulnerable and open enough to have sex with. You were the only person in this world who carried a gold band on your finger given to you by the hero himself. He always thought of how lucky he was when ever you guys were snuggling in silence after sex. Today he was in a daze. After two years of marriage you were allowing him another part of your body. Your womb. His arms went down to caress your stomach the same stomach that will one day hold another little Bakugou. He pressed a gentle kiss to your head and, untangled his limbs from yours to get a rag to clean you up. You were already drifting when he came back a snort escaping his lips as he wiped off your drool. His lips coming into kiss you as he whispered-

How the silence broke:

“I love you so damn much.”

“Mmm”

(He’d be soft with his s/o afterwards and no one can tell me otherwise.)

Kirishima Eijirou

It was a silent morning. He woke up before you, wincing at the pounding of his head. It really felt like his brain was training to be an MMA fighter. He cast a look to your slumbering form a sad smile on his lips. You were undeniably gorgeous. You would also wake up with a hangover and, how he wished he could stay and tend to you when you awoke. But life didn’t work that way. He was just a booty call. A friend you called over to smash because another lover had broken your heart. Why couldn’t you give your heart to him? Why was he always reduced to a rebound? He let out a heartbreaking sigh as he pulled up his jeans. Once dressed he walked into your bathroom to pull out some asprin. His red eyes were shot tears threatening to spill over. Sex with someone you loved was supposed to leave you feeling happy and complete. But, whenever he and, you had sex he felt hallow, sad and regretful. Putting a glass of water by your bedside with the pills he ran his fingers through his hair. He knew the drill leave before you get up and come back when you called in tears….. But, he was done the post-it on the glass should be enough of an explanation. He was done with the vicious cycle and, next time you called he wasn’t going to be back.

How the silence broke:

Your sobs could be heard from outside of your apartment as you clutched the note to your chest. You had realized to late how wonderful Kirishima really was.

(Whoops…. This happened)

Shinsou Hitoshi

The smile on his face afterwards could only be compared to the sun. Bright and shining as your fingers traced shapes on his bare chest. You made him completely happy and, whether he was topping or not he was always left with a feeling of connection to you. You completed him and, thoughts like those ran wild in his head. Thoughts of how you’d raise little gremlins and, grow to be rocking chair raisins. His fingers came to stroke your cheek his lips parting in a soliloquy-

How the silence broke:

“Last night I dreamt of the sun….. it was bright, it was warm, and it was wonderful….. Her light shone upon me granting me warmth from the cold. Her luscious heat making me smile. She illuminated the grey filling up my heart. She brought warmth to my sheets, a fire to my soul, joy to my life and with that she took my heart. When she captured it, I thought for a moment why is it that sun chooses to shine for me? Isn’t the sun so breathtaking? Radiant?! Blinding?! Why…the sun?.. It brings life, it brings hope for a new tomorrow…. She brings me life, she is my hope for tomorrow….And I? I am her earth the one she fills with creations, with hopes and dreams. I am her earth that will never cease to spin around her. Even when I’m blue and dizzy my dance will be for her. But then I woke up…..I wasn’t dismayed because when I turned to the side she there was the sun right beside me.

(Shinsou is a poetic romantic! Change my mind!)

Takami Keigo (Hawks)

He was content with the silence. After years of unspoken attraction, it finally happened and if he was much happier than he was at that moment he’d burst. That’s why his face was buried in your stomach as he laid upon your legs. Your arms came down to caress his wings. Your fingers felt like heaven on his soft feathers that he could feel his arousal begin to rise again. However, it was a tender moment that and, he felt so comfortable. It was as if your arms were made to hold him and the thought had him drawing circles into your lower back. From your seated position you looked down missing his blissed-out expression as his sandy locks blocked your view. You didn’t stop threading your finger through his feathers and he wasn’t going to ask you to stop either. You stroked the red plumage until you felt him shudder. You paused. It didn’t look like it harmed him, so you repeated the action receiving the same trembles from the man. It was then that he made a sound and you couldn’t help but look down at him incuriously.

How the silence broke:

“Keigo? Are you cooing?”

“Roo.”

(If keigo cooing isn’t a thing it is now!)

Toyomitsu Taishiro (Fatgum)

Toyomitsu was scared. He wasn’t speaking and neither were you. Were you dead? Did he drown you in his cum? Oh Lord please don’t let that be the case. He could see it now ‘Pro-Hero Fatgum kills his girlfriend via oral!’ He was relived when he heard the audiable sound of you swallowing. Streams of his essence slipping past your lips as you were unable to swallow it all. Hell Fatgum didn’t mind he was more impressed with the fact that you could even take him in your mouth. When your eyes finally met his, he gave you a sheepish grin making you roll your eyes with a smile. You felt like a turkey on thanksgiving with how stuffed you were. Fatgum stretched your cunt beyond what you thought possible and, had filled you up so well that it was still flowing out. That wasn’t anything compared to how sore your jaw was and how full your belly was. He really took being a whole ‘meal’ to a whole ‘nother level. Toyomitsu knew he was a big man even without his quirk so he was quick to make sure you were okay.

How the silence broke:

“Ya scared me darlin’ thought ya died for a second there.”

“Ha. Ha….. Ugh I’m so damn full. Wipe that grin off your face!”

(He has so much lewd potential that I can’t even!)

Bubaigawara Jin (Twice)

He had pulled out a while ago a bashful look on his face as he looked down at you in your afterglow. His eyes took in everything from your frazzled hair to the light sheen of sweat that made your skin glow. He didn’t waste a single second and immediately took you into his strong arms cuddling you. You smiled brushing your nose upon his in a cute bunny kiss his stubble brushing against your chin. You ignored the scratchy feeling in favor of running your fingers down the scar of his forehead leaning up to press your lips upon it lovingly. Twice didn’t say a word. Although he ached to tell you how much he loved you and how happy you’ve made him he refused to open his mouth. He was afraid that after he said something to melt your heart, he’d ruin it by saying something rude. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. You who had completed his life. He had finally found a place with the league, comrades a family and, then you came in to complete the picture. You came in to love him all! Damn he loved you! So much. Maybe he should just say it.

How the silence broke:

“I love you (Name), That’s right my fucking bitch.”

“This fucking bitch loves you too Jin.”

(Love him!!! Love him please!!!)

(There you got 8 characters happy??!! Lmaoo you can totally tell who I follow with these scenarios that and there so damn self-indulgent but hey can you blame me? The ask was to make something out of nothing right? Right?!?!)

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yourlocalfictionalenthusiast · 3 years

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IN LIFE, IN DEATH...

PART FOUR

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

Warnings: fighting with parents and some swearing

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The bright sunlight hit your eyes and you squinted a little as your feet hit the driveway.

Julie’s song was still playing through your head, and so was your conversation with her last night. The passion in her voice when she sang was the same as when she talked about her mom.

You wanted to run in and comfort her somehow, but Luke seemed insistent on staying outside, making Alex grumble next to you.

“Dude, why did you stop me? Julie needs a hug.”

“A ghost hug is not the feel-good moment you think it is. Trust me.” Luke said. What Julie needs is some privacy.”

“I think you poofed us out because you can’t handle when other people cry.” Alex waved his finger in Luke’s face, making you frown at his words.

It wasn’t a secret that Luke wasn’t the best with feelings, but he had always been there for you. Last night in the darkroom, and again at the diner, and countless other times.

“I should know,” Alex continued, gesturing between Luke and Reggie. “I cried in a room for 25 years, and I didn’t get a single hug from either of you.”

Reggie sighed, opening his arms. “Bring it in.”

“Don’t touch me!”

“This is why no one but (Y/n) hugs you.” Reggie mumbled as you rubbed Alex’s arm.

“Okay.” Luke interrupted. “So, once we get the courage to go in there, we should ask Julie why she lied about playing the piano.”

Alex shrugged. “And maybe tell her how amazing she is?”

You nodded and Reggie exclaimed. “She’s legit! I got ghost-bumps.”

Just then, the gate leading to the house swung open and a girl made her way down the pavement. As she got closer, you could hear her sobbing quietly.

“Oh no, was she crying too?” You asked as the girl entered the garage.

“Yes!” Luke shivered. “We definitely can’t go in there.”

“No, but we can listen.” Reggie ran towards the door, standing on his tip-toes to peek through the window.

“Guys! We can’t eavesdrop, that’s creepy!” You whispered, but the boys ignored you and crowded the door.

Seconds later, they all ducked to avoid being seen and you couldn’t help but be curious. So you ran over and squeezed yourself between Luke and Alex.

“I’m not okay!” The other girl shouted. “You got kicked out of music! I’ve been up all night thinking about what I was gonna say, and I might’ve had seven sodas but I need to get this out.”

“Flynn-” Julie started but Flynn shook her head and started ranting.

“Jules, if you leave the music program, we’ll be apart forever. Sure, we’ll see each other in the hallway sometimes but we’ll make new friends.”

“That’s not true.” Julie said.

“You’re right, I won’t make any new friends. The only time we’ll contact each other is by liking each other’s posts on Instagram. Every time I hit that little heart, mine will be breaking because my best friend left me.”

“What’s Instagram?“ Alex whispered to you. You shrugged, making a mental note to ask Julie later.

Julie sighed. “I just played piano and sang again.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was trying but then your seven sodas kicked in.” Julie laughed.

Flynn squealed. “I’m so happy for you! Look at you, looking all alive again. What made you play again?”

Julie slid her mom’s song across the piano to show Flynn and you couldn’t help but smile. You obviously hadn’t known Julie for long, but you were so happy that she reconnected with her mom and music.

“I was so scared to play it, cause everything having to do with music reminds me of her. But I woke up this morning, realizing that’s exactly why I should play it. To keep her memory alive.”

“We need to tell Mrs. Harrison that you can play so you can stay in the music program. My girl’s back! Double Trouble lives again.”

“Not our band name.” Julie laughed as the girls started walking out of the garage.

“Shit, she’s coming!” You whispered. “Act natural.”

You and Reggie sank to the floor, Luke leaned on his arm and Alex pretended to inspect the light hanging above you. Julie made eye contact with you and smiled.

“Oh, hey!”

Flynn turned around and watched Julie expectantly. Julie laughed awkwardly and started skipping down the driveway.

“Let’s hustle!” She grabbed Flynn’s arm and started walking up the stairs, waving goodbye.

“We weren’t listening!” Reggie said, earning a pinch on the arm from you and a kick to the ankle from Luke. Julie started swatting the air, trying to play it off like there was a bug, and pushed Flynn up the stairs.

As soon as she was gone, you made your way back into the garage. You sat at the piano bench, mindlessly playing the few chords you knew.

“I wonder why Julie didn’t tell us she could shred on the piano.” Reggie said.

“It probably has something to do with her mom.” You guessed, your fingers gliding across the keys.

“Yeah, that must’ve been hard.” Alex added before climbing up to the loft. “I really feel for her.”

“Yeah, but now she’s got music back in her life. Just like us.” Luke said, reaching over and hitting the note next to your finger.

“Yeah, I’m not sure you can call what we have a life.” Alex said and you snorted. “Hey, I think some of our old clothes are up here.”

He threw down a black trash bag filled with clothes and you sighed in relief. The night you died, you wore a plain pair of jeans, and your favorite old t-shirt of your dad’s. You usually wore one when you played a gig, so that a part of him could be with you in some way and of course; Luke’s jacket.

And as much as you loved your outfit, being in the same clothes for 25 years was not exactly sanitary, even by ghost standards.

“Sweet!” Luke exclaimed, taking off his shirt.

Shit!

You tried as subtly as possible to look away before anyone saw the blush on your cheeks, and you thought you had gotten away with it until Reggie laughed from across the room.

You sent him a glare, but that only made him laugh harder.

Suddenly, the studio doors opened again and Julie’s dad came in. He had a sad look on his face and a camera in his hands. It had ‘Ray Molina’ engraved on the handle so you figured that was his name.

The man walked right through Reggie, making him shudder. “That was weird. But somehow I can tell this man has a kind heart.”

“So, how have you been?” Ray asked, his voice heavy.

“Honestly, not that good.” Reggie said and you rolled your eyes. “See, we ate these hotdogs and-”

“Julie sang for the first time again this morning.” Ray took a picture of the room. “She hasn’t done that in almost a year. You would’ve loved it.”

“Yeah, we heard cause we-.” Reggie wiggled his fingers in front of Ray’s face. “Oh, I get it. He's not talking to us."

"Dude, you are so lucky you play bass." Luke said.

"I think he's talking to Julie's mom." Alex sighed.

Ray started walking towards the piano. "She's such an amazing young woman."

He started running his hands on the keys so you slid off the bench. You knew you definitely shouldn't be listening, this was definitely not something you weren't meant to hear but you couldn't help your curiosity. "Everyday she reminds me more and more of you."

"Called it!" Alex cheered.

Ray shifted the camera between his hands. "I'm taking pictures for the real estate website. I don't really wanna move, but...it's what's best for Julie."

Alex came down from the loft and you all crowded around the piano. Luke stared at Ray with wide eyes. "Move?"

Ray gently played a few notes of a ballad before he spoke again. "There's so many memories out here. Like, Julie sitting next to you and Carlos trying to sing with his missing front teeth."

Luke let out a shaky breath and you realized he was crying. It wasn’t until a tear rolled down your cheek that you realized that you were too. You frantically wiped your eyes, doing your best not to break down.

Ray was exactly what you always pictured your dad used to be like, and his love for Julie was exactly the same kind you knew he would've had for you. Thinking about your dad made you think about your mom, and that made trying to stop crying a whole lot harder.

"Come on guys, not you too." Reggie said.

"It's just...he's talking about moving but the poor guy doesn't wanna move." Luke sniffled.

Ray stood up and took a picture of right where you were all standing. "It's like they grew up out here."

Reggie fanned his face. "Now he's got me too."

Alex scoffed. "Okay, how am I the emotional one?"

"Can we go see my family? See how they're doing?" Reggie asked, his voice shaking a little.

You nodded. “Yeah, listening to this doesn’t feel right.”

Just as you go to leave, Ray laughs. "Remember when the kids were at your sisters and we came out here on our anniversary..."

"Yeah, no! " Luke cringed. "Definitely wrong.”

The beach was where you spent a lot of your free time when you were alive.

Usually after a long day when you just needed a place to work on new lyrics in peace. But sometimes after playing all day at the pier, the boys would drag you down to the water and you would all stay there as long as possible. Away from parents and responsibilities.

But just like everything else, it had changed so much.

"A bike shack," Reggie sighed. "Right where my house used to be."

"I'm sorry, Reg." You rested your head on Reggie’s shoulder.

"Why couldn't they at least have turned it into something cool like a pizzeria or something?"

"They tore down the whole neighborhood." Alex said.

"I guess my folks are gone."

Alex kicked his foot into the sand. "Everyone's gone. Twenty-five years, gone. Friends, family, Bobby, everyone."

That was another person you hadn't wanted to let yourself think about. Even though you and Bobby weren't super close, he was still a part of Sunset Curve. He could be a little bit of an asshole sometimes but he was still your friend.

"Bobby, that's right." Reggie said. "Guess that vegetarian lucked out. Wonder what happened to him?"

"He probably just got old like everyone else and moved on." Luke grumbled.

"Dude, how are you so chill about all of this?”

“Yeah, don’t you want to figure out what happened?” You asked.

“Let’s be real for a second.” Luke exhaled, clearly getting worked up. “It’s not like any of us were close to our families. My parents always regretted buying me that guitar. Reggie, your parents were literally a fight away from divorce.”

Luke ran a hand through his hair as he ranted, talking with his hands the way he always did when he was upset. “Alex, I- Your parents were never cool again after you told them you were gay.”

His eyes landed on you and he seemed to ease up a little. “(Y/n), you practically raised yourself since your mom was gone all the time.”

“Yeah, okay.” You said. “None of us had it great.”

“But at least we had something! What do we have now?” Alex shouted. “And before you say cool teleportation, I’m not cool with that either. It tingles. In weird places.”

Luke sprang to his feet. “I’ll tell you what he had. It’s what we’ve had since the day we came together. Guys, we have us. We’re the only family we’re ever gonna need. You wanna know what else we got?”

“I’m gonna guess death breath?” Reggie said.

“Our music, you dork.” Luke laughed. “People can hear us play again! They can’t see us, whatever, but they can feel us. I wish I had my guitar.”

Suddenly, the air around you made a sharp ‘whoosh’ sound and Luke’s six-string appeared in his hands.

“Whoa.” You said.

“How did you do that?” Reggie asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I wished for it and then...” Luke played a few chords and beamed.

Reggie jumped in place with his arms open, trying to wish for random things before he eventually gave up and slumped into the sand.

“I think I know what will cheer you up.” Luke said. He played the opening of ‘This Band Is Back’ and you couldn’t help but smile. Out of all the Sunset Curve songs, this was one of your favorites.

“Come on, Reginald.” Alex said as he started hitting his legs and chest to make a beat.

You offered Reggie your hand and pulled him up as Luke started the countdown. Reggie took it and twirled you around, effectively getting sand in your shoes. You laughed and spun him around before dragging him up to the tables in front of the restaurants as he sang.

The people around you seemed confused by the sudden music, but they danced around anyway. You forgot how much you loved seeing people react to your music. Watching them dance and smile made all your worries float away, even if it was just for now.

And for the first time since the Orpheum,

It really did feel like the band was back.

August 1994

It was just after sunset when you called the Patterson house.

The sound of your mom slamming the front door was still fresh in your mind and before you could stop yourself, your fingers were flying across the buttons. Luke was the only person who knew about your relationship with your mom.

You didn’t want to worry Cece, or Alex, or anyone else. But hiding things from Luke wasn’t easy, especially with how stubborn he was. So you told him everything, and he told you,

‘Call me next time, okay?’

The line only rang twice before someone picked up. “Hello?”

It was Emily, Luke’s mom.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep from crying. “Hi, Mrs. Patterson.”

Emily laughed and you could practically hear her roll her eyes fondly. “(Y/n), sweetie, what did I tell you about calling me that?”

Even though you and Luke had been friends most of your lives, you had only met Emily a handful of times. Luke didn’t really like hanging out at his house, especially when he started fighting with them regularly. Still, Emily always treated you like her own kid whenever you were around.

“Sorry, Emily.” You said. “Is Luke around?”

You heard some shuffling as she called out for him and after a few minutes, Luke picked up the phone. “Hey.”

“Hi, are you busy?”

“No, why?” He asked.

“Well, I made enough cookies to feed a small country and my mom’s gonna be gone for the night so I thought we could hang out.” You rambled. “Maybe finish ‘Raiders of the Lost Ark?”

Luke laughed excitedly. “Yeah, sure! Give me like 20 minutes.”

Luke’s laugh was so infectious that you had to fight through a giggle. “Okay, see you soon.”

As you went to hang up, you hear Emily’s voice again. She was teasing Luke about something but all you caught was the word ‘Girlfriend’, making you turn bright red.

You put the phone back on the hook just as the oven beeped to signal that it was ready to bake the cookies. You put them in the oven and turned your attention to the huge bowl of cake batter in front of you. At this point, there wasn’t anything left in the kitchen you hadn’t baked.

There was no way you would be able to eat all of it, even with Luke’s help. But you needed something to distract yourself to keep your mind from overloading.

True to his word, Luke arrived twenty minutes later, bursting through your front door and screaming the Indiana Jones theme song at the top of his lungs. He skipped his way into the kitchen, immediately sensing something was wrong when you didn’t join him or even acknowledge his presence.

“(Y/n)?” Luke approached you slowly.

“Hey.” You tried to sound as casual as possible, not looking up from the bowl. “So, you ready to finally finish this movie?”

Luke didn’t say anything as he scanned the kitchen. There were piles of cookies and cooking utensils all over the counter, and you had flour in your hair. You could see the realization flash across his face through your eyelashes.

“Okay, you’re baking everything in the house, which can only mean one of two things,” Luke said, his voice becoming more serious as he jumped up on the counter. “You either watched Sixteen Candles unsupervised again or…”

You stayed quiet as you slowly stirred the batter. It was ready to put in the pan ten minutes ago but you needed something to do to distract yourself.

Luke’s hand gently gripped yours before taking the spoon from you and letting it fall into the bowl. You looked up at him to find him already staring at you with a furrowed brow.

Damn it.

You should’ve known he would see through your thinly veiled excuses and promise of cookies. Luke was more observant than people gave him credit for.

“C’mere,” Luke said, opening his arms. You moved between his legs and buried your head in his chest, covering his shirt in tears, flour, and batter. But he didn’t seem to mind as he rubbed circles into your arm with one hand while the other cradled your head.

“She hates me.” You said through a deep, shuddering breath.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Luke reasoned. “It’s impossible for anyone to hate you.”

One of the things you loved about Luke was his protective streak when it came to his friends, and the way that no matter what, he could only see the best in them.

And as his best friend, you were pretty much perfect in his eyes. Which meant that when you didn't immediately agree, Luke launched into a rant.

"First of all, you're like the smartest person in the world. You manage to get good grades while also working at the diner three days a week which is nuts.

Secondly, your voice is insane! And your lyrics, (Y/n), we wouldn't even have half the Sunset Curve songs without your killer songwriting skills!"

"You done, Lu?" You joked as you pulled away just enough to look up at him, trying not to blush. No matter how hard you tried to play it cool when he complimented you, it always made you melt inside.

"I'm just saying," Luke laughed softly. “You are literally the best person I know, Squeaks.”

You let out a watery laugh at the mention of your childhood nickname. It was one that Luke had given to you in 4th grade after he put a bug on your arm and you had squeaked in fear.

“And just think,” Luke whispered, his voice sounding a little wistful. “One day, we’ll get signed to a label and end up somewhere far away from here.”

“We barely started making our demo.” You said, making Luke scrunch his nose in the way that always made you giggle. "Don't you think you're getting a little ahead of yourself?"

“Nope.” He smirked. “Okay, I gotta ask, were you planning on baking this or is this a new look you’re going for? ‘Cause I gotta be honest, it’s not your best.” Luke said teasingly as he swiped some batter from your cheek.

“Oh, really?” You asked, dipping your finger in the bowl and smearing the batter across Luke’s face, making him gasp. Then you took a slight step back and hummed thoughtfully. “Definitely looks better on me.”

“You know what?” Luke scoffed, trying to hold back a smile and before you could blink, he reached into the bowl and flung the spoon at you, splattering your shirt. “I think you’re right.”

“Jerk!” You laughed, wiping off your shirt as Luke tried to lick the batter off his chin but he only managed to make an ever bigger mess.

“Did I get it?” He asked, making you giggle.

“Not quite.” You reached forward and carefully wiped it off, desperately trying to focus on anything other than how close your faces were. But it was impossible when you could feel Luke’s breath on the tip of your nose. “There.”

Luke’s face was unreadable as he looked down at you. The playfulness had evaporated in the air and was replaced with something else that you couldn’t really read either. Just when you thought the moment would last forever, the timer for the second batch of cookies rang through the kitchen, and you practically bolted to the oven.

You pulled them out and put them on a plate. “So, you know that we have to watch Sixteen Candles now, right?”

Luke groaned, pretending to be annoyed. Even though he would never admit it, you knew he secretly loved romance movies. “Fine, but Raiders of the Lost Ark after?”

“Deal.”

As Luke went into the living room to start the movie, you sighed to yourself. Maybe you would never have a normal relationship with your mom.

But you had your band, your friends, and even if it wasn’t exactly in the way you wanted;

You had Luke.

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auroracalisto · 3 years

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something there—chapter one

summary: the reader is a part of a great prophecy revealed to geralt and jaskier by an unnamed witch. the only problem? well, see, there’s multiple. she doesn’t believe that it’s her, and she lives in 2020.

pairing: hinted jaskier x geralt, nothing really more than that, future jaskier x reader x geralt

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: mmmmm cussing. like i probs dropped the f-bomb five times in one sentence. female reader. other than that, nothing.

author’s notes: i legit got this idea while driving home after work and it took me forever to figure out what i want to do with this (at least with the first chapter). i hope to continue this, but i’m not sure how often i’ll be able to pump out parts for this. i am super excited for this tho. i cannot tell you how many geralt and jaskier stories i have read....... and we are not going to discuss this here. i hope you all enjoy!!! also i’m trying out a different format for my posts? summary + little snippet of story if it’s a longer one? and then the pushed out part uh

"Aren't prophecies supposed to rhyme?"

The witch looked at Geralt with an exasperated expression, before she cleared her throat. "The two of you," she said, looking at both the Witcher and the bard, "need to find a girl with a profound knowledge in music and storytelling. A virgin maiden from lands far, far away, with a heart big enough for two others."

Jaskier looked towards Geralt, a confused look spread across his face.

"She will help you find what it is you're looking for," she said, pointing towards the Witcher as she spoke. "When you wake, the two of you will be teleported to her lands. Her heart is pure enough to help you with your journey. Her soul as pure as the driven snow. You will have two weeks to convince her to travel back with you, and you will be able to continue with your own travels. Or, you will be stuck in her lands until someone from our world goes searching for the lost Witcher and his bard."

"Woah, woah, woah," Jaskier held up his hands, frowning deeply at the woman. "Teleported? Her world—pardon?"

The witch just smiled at him. In just a moment's time, she disappeared from in front of the two and Jaskier and Geralt were left, stewing in the prophecy she left them with.

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[Your name] woke to the soft chirping of birds coming from the outside of her window. She slowly peeled her eyes open, groaning softly. She had stayed up until five in the morning, once again, working on a never-ending project. It was only ten in the morning, but she had to be awake so she could call her boss and figure out what it is that she needed to do next. The woman slowly got out of bed and placed her feet on the bed. However, she took one step forward and she went tumbling to the floor after tripping over someone.

"What the—"

[Your name] quickly turned around and her eyes grew wide at the sight of a man lying in her floor. He had quickly sat up, knocking his head against her bedside table. With a groan, he put a hand to his forehead, looking around. His face grew pale. "What—"

"Who the fuck are you?" [Your name] quickly asked, scrambling to her feet. She took a couple of steps back, her heart pounding in her chest.

The man's eyes widened as he looked over at the woman. She began to notice how he was dressed—it reminded her of the old historical dramas she used to watch every Sunday with her grandmother.

"Who the fuck are you?" [Your name] repeated.

"Jaskier..."

"Okay, Jaskier, why the fuck are you in my bedroom?"

He let out a curt laugh and he leaned himself up against her bed. "How the hell am I supposed—" he stopped himself, hurriedly getting to his feet. "Geralt?!"

"What?" [Your name] paled. There was another man in her apartment? Not to mention, her quite run down apartment?

White hair became visible in her line of vision and she quickly backed up to her wall. "What the fuck?" she breathed out. "Who the fuck are you? How did you get in my house? Where's my fucking phone?"

[Your name] quickly rushed to her bedside table, grabbing it off of the charger. She went to dial 911, only to discover that her phone was completely shut off. The black screen never lit up. She looked towards the men, trembling.

The white haired man, known as Geralt, began to frown. "We need to talk to you."

"How the fuck did you get in my house?" Geralt frowned even more. "A witch."

[Your name] blinked a couple of times. "Excuse me? Are you fucking dumb?"

Jaskier snorted under his breath as he looked over at the Witcher.

"No. I'm not. We need to talk to you."

[Your name] looked back down on her phone, just to make sure it wasn't just lagging. It was an old phone, and sometimes, it would do that. She clenched her jaw and closed her eyes. She had nothing anymore—no family, a crappy apartment, and an especially crappy job that she was constantly pulling all-nighters for. [Your name]'s gaze switched from Jaskier to Geralt before she gave a small nod.

"I... fine," [Your name] said, swallowing thickly. "Fine. But," she looked down at her clothes and blushed even more. "Get out of my room. I need to at least change my clothes—"

"—that's what you're calling that?" Jaskier smirked at her.

Her eyes widened and she nearly shoved his arm. "Get out."

Geralt had already left, and Jaskier couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. He left the room. [Your name] quickly shut the door and pressed her back up against the wood. Her heart throbbed in her ears and throughout her body. Surely, she was just hallucinating and having a heart attack. A stroke, maybe. Could it have been a manic episode?

[Your name] went over to her clothes and quickly pulled out a pair of jeans and an over sized hoodie. She combed out her hair and ran to the bathroom to brush her teeth before she came out into the hallway. The men weren't there. Perhaps it truly was just a bad dream. She frowned and walked out to her living room/dining room/kitchen—three in one. She saw the two sitting at the table. Jaskier had quickly pulled his hand away from Geralt's, who just pulled his hand closer to his body rather than completely pull it off the table. [Your name] blushed and went towards her kitchen.

"Do you... do you guys want anything?"

"Being hospitable now, are we?" Jaskier sent her a smile.

"You're both sitting at my dining room table. Why wouldn't I?"

Jaskier rose his eyebrow, but he didn't say anything else.

While she made a pot of coffee, he curiously watched her while Geralt looked around her small home. He had quite a few comments to make, but his face would never show it. [Your name] poured herself a cup of coffee and made it just how she liked before she hesitantly came over and sat down across from the two. She cleared her throat, her finger tips gently tapping at the warmed mug before she spoke.

"Who are the two of you?"

"Geralt of Rivia. This is Jaskier."

She rose an eyebrow, slightly nodding. "My name is [Your name]."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Jaskier grinned, "[Your name].

"Wish I could say the same," she meekly grinned. "Can you please tell me how you got in my apartment?"

"Like I said," Geralt cleared his throat. His voice was deep—part of [Your name] wanted to melt at the sound. "A witch sent us."

[Your name] fought the urge to roll her eyes, but this did not go unnoticed by the Witcher. He kept his eyes on her, quiet as he did so.

"A witch sent you. To my cheap ass apartment. Likely story."

"He's not lying," Jaskier said. "He's telling nothing but the truth."

"Yeah?" This time, she did roll her eyes. "Prove it."

"Our clothes are not enough?" Geralt asked. "You are not from the lands we hail from.."

[Your name] looked at their clothes once more. She had noticed Jaskier's earlier, but the more she looked, she realized how old fashioned they looked—how worn they seemed. [Your name] crossed her arms over her chest. She hesitantly looked towards Geralt and gave a small nod.

"Alright. I'm listening."

Geralt looked towards Jaskier. Jaskier returned his gaze and he pursed his lips.

"Are you going to tell her?"

Geralt huffed softly. "Yes. This witch. We went to her for guidance. We've been looking for a way to defeat..." he stopped for a moment, looking at Jaskier again. "To defeat an enemy for some time. She sent us... here, with a prophecy."

"And?"

Geralt looked at her.

"What's the prophecy?" she asked, sipping at her mug of coffee. The steam rose and warmed her chilled face. Only now did she realize how cold it had gotten in her apartment. Her heating bill must have failed again. She cleared her throat, looking at Geralt again. "Well?"

He frowned. "A virgin—" Just with that, [Your name] choked on her coffee and she began to blush. "What?"

This caused a small smirk to form on Geralt's face. Jaskier saw this and he couldn't help from his smile forming.

"We are to convince a virgin maiden from lands far away to come back with us to defeat our enemy." he said. They are profound in music and storytelling."

"Definitely not me," [Your name] blushed. I'm not profound in anything."

"Ah, so you are a virgin?" Jaskier grinned over at her.

[Your name] just shot him a look as her blush darkened. "What else?" she asked, looking back at Geralt.

"They are to have a heart big enough for two others... I am still not quite sure what that refers to. Her heart is pure enough to help us." the Witcher spoke. He looked towards Jaskier once more.

Something just told [Your name] that there was something going on between the two—the looks they continued to share made her heart melt in a good way. Every look was filled with love—one that she wasn't familiar with, but one that she would love to learn to expect from someone.

"We have two weeks to convince her to travel back with us. Her soul is said to be as pure as the driven snow."

"Alright, alright, but," [Your name] sat her mug down, stuffing her hands in her sweatshirt pocket to keep them warm. "What does this have to do with me and my apartment?"

"Perhaps you are the one to help us find her," Jaskier said.

Geralt nodded. "That is what I have come to understand."

[Your name] tilted her head back as she thought, taking in a deep breath. "Right. So. Two totally hot men show up in my house and tell me I'm supposed to help them with some damned prophecy?" [Your name] looked straight at Jaskier. "Are you sure I'm not having a stroke?"

He stared at you for a moment before he grinned. "Hot? Is there a reason to refer to us as hot?"

[Your name] eyes widened a bit and she shook her head. "Just ignore that I said that. You don't know what it means, do you? God," she groaned softly and squeezed her eyes shut. Clenching her jaw, she spoke one last time before grabbing her coffee mug. "Fine. What is it you need me to do?"

#geralt x jaskier #geralt x reader x jaskier #geralt x reader #jaskier x reader #multipart #first chapter #the witcher #female reader #reader insert

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creepsmcstuffins · 3 years

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Living with a Irish Fae

I live with a Dullahan. No, it's not some grotesque headless horseman that throws its head at you or takes its spine whip and snatches you up into a skeletal wagon. Nor does it throw a bucket of blood on you when you get too close to it.

Sorry, if you think that, but its.... Rather HE is just an asshole. Who eats all my food, leaves the lights on, terrorizes (not really though) my dogs and shits with the door open to the bathroom. He's am Irish bloke, with a smart damn mouth. And yes he does, indeed, own a horse. His horse is better company than the loud asshole that lives with me. His horse is a black stallion that goes by the name of Caboose. A friendly boy, and I even get to ride him, when the dullahan isn't working.

Cullen O'Houlihan. That's his full name. He's a bastard man. But I'm sure your wondering how we met. Well, I'll take you back a bit.

My name is Ebonie Brown. And I was driving home one morning after working a long 10 hours. The old country roads that I drive are usually empty. Save for the occasional deer or possum in or on the side of the road. And maybe if a neighbor, I say that lightly, left one of the gates open and a cow might be grazing along the road. In the early hours of the morning, the sun could be seen peeking over the mountains. I live in a heavily mountainous area, where a lot of agriculture is farmed. Mostly corn, if I'm honest. The sun was leaving the sky pink and red, lovely hues that I enjoyed seeing.

Without warning, a horse was in the middle of the road, barely smashing into the animal, I turned the steering wheel, swerving away from the horse. Not completely hitting it, but not missing it either. I hit its rear, or what seemed like a hit. Spinning out and luckily not going into a ditch or being bent around a tree, I got out.

"What the hell!? I could-" the horse still stood. Like nothing happened! Though it... It shimmered like a... Phantom of some sort... it... looked at me, with... Big black eyes... Empty hollowed eyes, black as night. It snorted at me, black smoke pooling out from its nostrils. I took a glance at the rest of it, like it's head, the body shimmered. Black shadows enveloped it, shifting at the horse moved his neck to look at me better. I shivered as it moved.

"Uh... nice horsey?" I asked, more of a whimper, and holding my hands up. In defense, hoping this... Nightmare wouldn't decide I was food... or something... Jumping at a rustling sound, coming from the tree line near where I was standing. The horse let out another snort. And a... A man came out. Tall... tall as shit. Im a 5ft 2in woman, a little overweight, if I'm honest. And he was a giant! At least 6ft... He was wearing black armor, accompanied by an obsidian sword and a spine whip.

I know. I know, I said that he doesn't use the whip, but let me continue.

This man... He didnt have a fucking head. Scratch that, he had a head, he was just holding it in his arms. The head looked at me. At my eye level. He had brown thick hair, and golden eyes. The eyes were shimmering like the horse's eyes and body. The head had gold light flowing from it and the body had a purple aura pouring from it. Power, dark power came from both, the horse and its rider. I stepped back, and stared at the head.

"The fok you starin' at?" It spoke, thick Irish accent prominent, "You ever seen a man at night like this, ya idiot!?"

I was speechless, frozen. I didn't expect the head to talk. It frowned at me,

"Well!? Don't stand there gapin' like a fish! SPEAK!!" His voice rang out loud and even made some sleeping birds flutter past us. The horse snorted, pawing at the ground. The head looked at the horse then back at me.

"You hi't 'em?!" He barked at me, snapping me out of my stupor,

"N-no? I.. I mean... he... i..." I stuttered, still not moving. The head huffed and the body moved, reattaching the head to itself.

"Whats your name?" He crossed his arms, and leaned his weight off to one side, the sword swinging as he shifted his weight.

"Ebonie... Brown." I spoke slowly, eyeing the sword more than the whip. Then looked back up at him.

"Well I'm Cullen O'Houlihan. And you hit Caboose. You hurt his feelings. Now. You owe us." He smiled evilly at me. I frown, starting to drown in whatever shitty possibilities he had in mind. The male bent down and smiled at me,

"Well Miss Brown. Where ya live at? I'm gonna need a place to rest m' weary 'ead." I shutter, and nod, getting back into my car. He mounted his horse and followed me home. We arrived at my mother's home... Thankfully she and my sister were sleep still. I parked and got out.

"Uh... what are you gonna do with... Your horse? He-"

"He'll be fine out here." Cullan yawned and dismounted. And strode up to me.

"Cute lil' house. Your Ma?" He nodded at the house. I nodded,

"Yeah. Come on... I only have one bed so..." I walked to my door, and unlocked it.

"Oh?" I could hear the smug look and smile on his face,

"Care to have a night with an Irish lad then?" He bent close to my cheek. I could feel Cullen's breath. It was cold, like a frozen wind, on a snowy December night. I hit him with the screen door.

"You can sleep on my dogs bed. I don-" Cullen barked out a yelp of surprise, rather than pain. I smirked and walked into the door. Slipping my shoes off. He followed, having to bend a bit to get through the door.

"Well. This is... not what-"

"Shut up. If your staying the night-" He threw a bag of money, gold rather at my head. And shot me a look, that said "that aught to be enough." I rolled my eyes. His armor melted, and transformed into comfy pajamas. Cullen gave a stretch and looked at me.

"Bed? I'm quite tired." I nodded, pointing at my room. Walking through the doorway, he plopped, face first into the bed. Snoring before I could walk in after him. I sighed, stupid bastard was supposed to sleep elsewhere. It's fine I guess... just for one night. I slipped in next to him, careful not to get to close to him. I pulled my plaid blanket close and then reached over pulling another blanket over Cullen. I huffed and fell asleep.

I woke up to clattering and a scream, I shot out of my bed. Cullen was looking for whatever, not stopping to look at him I rushed outside, snatching my gun and pulling the slide, loading a bullet into the chamber. My mom was screeching at the black (non shimmering) horse standing in the garden. Caboose was eating her cucumbers... I lowered my gun.

"Shit...." Cullen followed me out, spoon in hand, eating out of my applesauce jar. He was snickering.

"WHO ARE THEY!?" my mom yelled at me, pointing at Cullen and Caboose. I held my hand up and she stopped panicking.

"This is..." I paused... I didn't know what to say! What was I supposed to say!? As if reading my mind, Cullen stepped forward, pushing the jar into my hands.

"Hello!" His voice clear and friendly, he stepped forward and extended his hand,

"Im Cullen! Cullen O'Houlihan! Pleasure to finally meet you Miss Boyd! I'm your daughter's boyfriend." He smiled widely and as charming he could.

My mom took his hand and her eyes grew clear, as if I had mentioned this random ass man before.

"Oh! Cullen! I remember Eb saying something about you! Wonderful to finally meet you!" She smiled at the man, then scolded him,

"You need to move your horse though! He's eating my garden!" At a snap of Cullen's fingers, Caboose, the nightmare horse moved.

"So sorry about the inconvenience. I'll make sure he stays out of the plants Miss." He walked back over to me, flashing me a look. And he plucked the applesauce jar from my hand, and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. And pressing our cheeks together.

"I hope you don't mind me crashin' here! I've got rent money for us." He pulled out a stack of money from his pocket and held it out to my mother. She gratefully took it and nodded. Leaving us alone outside to stare at Caboose who was eating the weeds next to my old red Chevy. Cullen didn't move, but stood still smirking at me, and gave me a pointed look.

"Well, Darlin'," he drew out the word, "Darlin'", "I guess your stuck with me." He kissed my cheek, his lips cold. And walked off. I sighed, now I have a.... I realized I didn't know what the hell he was. I turned and followed him inside,

"What-"

"A Fae. Specifically a Dullahan." He mused. Ok so he could read my mind. Cullen looked at me and smiled, sitting in my spinning computer chair. I opened my mouth again, he spoke, this time in my head, smiling that stupid ass Cheshire cat grin,

"I'm here cause I'm curious. Tired living in the fuckin forests and meadows of Ireland. But the civilization was a bit much for me and Caboose, so I opted for a cooler area. The mountains was what he and I agreed on. You just happened to be unlucky to come across us. I found a dead dog in the road where you "hit" Cabose. And I wanted to give the poor thing a decent burial." Cullen finished his story and plopped the empty applesauce jar on my computer desk.

"This is my new home.... But if you move, I'll move with you."

So... I guess that'd the first thing? To write about... for now. My new boyfriend is a Dullahan. A legit one... his... head is floating over here now. I gotta go... I'll write again soon.

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 3 years

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Don’t Go Running Off Into Danger, Even If I Do pt 3

Hek. I woke up today and found that my FNP phic has 41 notes and my DGROIDEIID phic is gaining attention and reblogs; holy shit. And I woke up at noon. It’s Saturday. I sleep in on such days. Anyways. Last I checked, Val and Danny were gonna go get Dani, but we need some Dip and Mabs action cause I forgot last night. I will probably develop an uploading schedule later. For now, just have random updates. I might even make a side blog for this shit.

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Chapter 3

Dipper stood off in the background as Danny got into an argument with a dracula ghost. By the amount of times he heard Plasmius, this must’ve been Vlad. Danny looked pissed when he finished. He still took Dipper and Mabel to their classes, but when they tried to find him at lunch, he was absent. “I wonder where he is?” Mabel pondered. “I’m sure he just had something to do,” Dipper replied. Some guy walked up to their table. “Hey, you’re the kids Fenton is touring. Listen, he’s Phantom and I have proof!” “And you are?” Mabel said patiently. “Wes Weston. Listen, you gotta believe me!” “We legit just moved here, we have no clue what you’re talking about. Leave us alone,” Dipper said. Wes looked taken aback. “Fine! Fenton better worry. I will expose him. I just need more proof,” Wes stalked off. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. “Should we be worried?” He asked Mabel. “He seems to have it under control,”

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Danny stared off into the daylight as they flew. Val set down. “Come on. She’s fine. Why are you losing it?” “Just a certain Wisconsin Ghost told me about you keeping her,” “Vlad?” “Wait, you know?” “I’ve known since I met Dani,” “Jeez. I’ve known since I met the guy during my parents college reunion. I’m still pissed at him for that whole invisble wall fiasco,” “That was him?” “Yeah. I mean, I started it, but he kept trying to get in my mom’s pants. I needed to put him down a peg,” “You made his wall invisble!?” “Yeah. But it’s not like being naked on camera is going to tell the public any secrets,” “I’m confused. Why do care so much?” “It’s nothing,” Danny grunted. They were headed to the basement. “It seems to be something,” “I have things I’d prefer not to reveal to the entire school,” “No one saw your dick. You managed to catch it in time,” Val was confused. Danny laughed. “Hey Val. Why would a guy have a female clone? Oh right. I forgot to tell you. Dani is more or less my clone because Vlad was being extra creepy,” “Weird. So she isn’t your cousin. Wait. OH MY GOD! Danny, I understand completely. If Dash knew, you’d be dead meat,” Val caught on quickly. Danny couldn’t but laugh at the dead meat. “Hey! What’s funny?” “I am dead meat Val!” “I’m an idiot. Anyways, we’re here,” She opened the basement door. Dani was sitting on the couch. “Danny? Val? What’re you guys doing here. Shit, sorry Danny,” “It’s fine. She knows,” “Who else knows anyways?” Val said. “You, Jazz, Tucker, Sam and literally all the ghosts,” “Vlad included?” “Vlad included,” “And Amity Park can’t connect the dots?” “No one knows Danny Phantom has a human life. I’d be seriously pissed if someone told the general public,” “That’s fair. Anyways. We’re here because a certain Dracula cosplayer told Danny you were in danger,” Val said. Danny snorted. “Dracula cosplayer? I have to use that on him,” “Why would anyone think that’s a good look?” “My ‘dad’,” Dani said. Thus causing both her and Danny to break out in laughter. “Where does the whole cousin thing come in?” Val asked. “My ‘Unkie Vlad’. It’s his way of making me family,” “Unkie?” Val looked lost. “I like being a little bitch to him,” “He deserves it! You should expose him,” “If I expose Plasmius, Masters exposes Phantom,” “Oh jeez,” “And there is a very good reason not to expose Phantom. And they wear way too much white,” Dani said quietly. “I’d prefer not to get dissected,” Danny said haughtily. “They already want to,” Val made a noise of disgust. “How could anyone with a set of morals do that?” “Heh. I’m a ghost. Not really real to most of the world. I don’t have feelings. Don’t feel pain,” Danny repeated what the ghost hunters had told him way too many times. “That sounds awful, but we should get back to school. Cya Dani!” Val waved and put on her helmet. “Hey, wanna leave the quick way?” “What do you mea- AAAAAAAH!” Val screamed as Danny made them both go intangible and up through the roof. “Never. Do that again,” “Hey, at least you didn’t end up going through the table and random floors and get banned from handling anything fragile,” “I’m confused,” “When these powers first came in, I was stuck dropping everything. From my pants to beakers,” “Oh jeez. So, why aren’t nerd and nerdette with you?” “Tucker had to go see a doctor out of town and Sam’s mom took her to this convention thing. They’ll be back tomorrow,” “No comment on the nicknames?” “They’ve been called worse,” Danny shrugged. “And I’ve been shoved in way too many lockers to care,” “I have one last question. Why on earth would you try to date me when I was trying to kill you? And why did you destroy the suit when I could’ve been inside?” “That’s two questions. But Fenton and Phantom needed a distinction, and I knew you weren’t inside. Technus was controlling the suit,” “You are a mystery,” “I’d like to keep it that way,” “You won’t tell anyone my secret if I don’t tell anyone both of yours?” “That makes it sound like you’re going to tell one of them,” “That’s not what I meant,” “We need to come up with an excuse as to why The Red Huntress suddenly has a truce with Phantom,” “Later. I need coffee,” “I couldn’t agree more,” The plume of blue air showed up. “OH COME ON!” “What,” “I have to deal with something,” Danny sped off.

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Dipper and Mabel looked at the chaos in the caf. “Students! Hide under tables! Ghost Hunters and/or Phantom will be here soon,” Mr Lancer yelled into a megaphone. “Already here!” Someone yelled. A flash of white said Phantom. There was blue ghost throwing boxes around. “I am the BOX GHOST!” It yelled. “Yeah, we know. Just say it already,” “I will win this fight with boxes of... spoons! BEWARE!” “Don’t you know not to bring a spoon to a knife fight?” “You do not have a knife!” “No, but I do have a thermos!” Phantom pulled out a green and grey thermos and flipped the lid. “I will not stay in your cylindrical object!” “Looks like you’re gonna have to,” Phantom pressed a button and a beam of light came out of the thermos and sucked the Box Ghost inside. “Is everyone okay?” Kids pushed out from under the tables. “Phantom! Will you sign my book?” Dash said. This must be a cruel joke. “Ghost boy! The Fenton Peeler is back in action,” “Whoops, gotta go!” Phantom dashed off as Jack and Maddie Fenton came rushing in. “Darn it. Missed him again,” They ran off. Danny walked into the caf and ran over to them. “You guys are lucky that your first ghost attack was the Box Ghost. Harmless,” “Doesn’t look very harmless to me! That’s gotta’ve been at least a level 5,” Dipper opened the journal. “Nah. Box is a solid 2. Hardly a step up from an ectopus. Might get concerned if Desiree shows up. She’s a level 5,” “What’re you?” “We more or less tested it. Pretty sure I’m a 7,” “That means they aren’t a big concern to you most days,” “Mmm. King Pariah was a level 10. That was terrifying. Vlad’s an 8. Convinced he’s a 9,” “Okay,” “Skulker gets to be a 6 on a technicality. Without the suit, he’s a 1. He can be an 8 on a bad day. I think Frostbite is a 9. He won’t bother you guys though. Dan must’ve been a 9, but I’m not going into that. Technus is an 8, but can be a 10 if he gets his hands on the right tech. Clockwork is an 11, which technically doesn’t exsist, but Clockwork breaks the mold. He won’t bother you unless you end up destroying the world in the future,” Danny shivered. “Who’s Dan?” Mabel looked confused. “Nobody. Just a horrible way to learn not to cheat on tests,” Danny shivered again. “But that’s not important. I didn’t cheat on the CAT,” “Your life seems more hectic than Gravity Falls sometimes,” Dipper said. “Where is that? I’ve never heard of it,” “Oregan. Never Mind All That,” He knew the rules. “You know, the way you say that is kinda creepy,” “We’d be breaking the law if we told you why,” “Jesus. Well, it’s not like we’ll get another Pariah unless an idiot thinks it’s a good idea. He’ll never get his hands on the crown of Fire,” “Time Out,” Dipper and Mabel looked around. “Umm, CW, why aren’t they out with everyone else?” “They’ve met Cipher. At this point, I cannot pause time for them,” “Eh, whatever. Mason, Mabel, this is Clockwork. What’d you need?” “I actually came to speak to you about the Crown of Fire. In defeating Pariah, you gained ownership,” “I, uh, did what now?” “Gained ownership of the Crown. Though in your case, it would be the Crown of Ice,” Clockwork repeated. Danny looked lost. “I don’t need to be the King of the Ghost Zone,” “Someone must take the place. It’s your duty,” Danny looked like he was about to have a full on panic attack. “Can it wait?” “Two years is a long wait as is,” “B-but it went thousands of years before!” “Because they failed to remove the crown and it wasn’t a singular person,” “What’s two years in the Ghost Zone? As far as I’m concerned, that doesn’t seem like a long time. Walker was gonna give me a thousand year prison sentence,” “You get some time, but I’ll tell you, if you take the crown, the Ghost Zone enters an era of peace unprecedented,” “Danny, what’s happening,” Mabel asked. Danny snapped and started hyperventilating. “I can’t. No. Why? I just wanted to keep the world safe! Is that too much to ask?” “Daniel, you do get time to think about it. Just remember, time can pass however fast or slow I want it too,” “Right, of course. Cya CW,” “Time In,”

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Danny trudged home. Exhaustion and anxiety gripped him. Mason and Mabel had been concerned, but he wasn’t about to explain everything. He’d talk to Sam and Tucker tomorrow. It didn’t help that he’d had gym after lunch. At least there wasn’t any more disappearing walls. “Danny! How was school?” Mom asked as he walked in the door. “Great!” Danny said and rushed upstairs. He’d deal with The Box Ghost in a minute. Jazz stood in his doorway. She didn’t know about Dan, but she did know about Pariah. “Danny, is everything okay?” “No, everything is not okay!” “What happened? Is it Dash again? We should report him,” “It’s not just that. You remember the Pariah incident?” “Yeah, you don’t just forget that,” “Well, turns out that by beating him, I ‘gained ownership’ to the crown,” “That doesn’t sound bad exactly,” “It’s horrible!” “How?” “I just wanna be a kid, ya know? It’s hard enough living a double life, but ruling the Ghost Zone? I’d have no chance to do anything remotely useful in the human world,” “You wouldn’t need to. If you ruled the Ghost Zone, ghosts wouldn’t come here anymore,” “The King can’t enforce rules in the Human World. It’s just scary,”

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Aight, that’s a chapter, I guess. The ideas tend to come from random places, and my brain is running out of ideas. I need to do another “planning session” which is coming up with scenarios in my head to make sure they make sense.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #dipper pines #mabel pines #clockwork #crown of fire #gravity falls #crossover #trans!danny #trans!dipper #dash baxter #valerie gray #danielle (dani) phantom #bill cipher (mentioned)

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dilly-oh · 3 years

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Red Hoodie of Fate

The blaring of the fire alarm woke Kakashi from a particularly good dream about tacos. He bolted upright, cracked his forehead on the coffee table, swore horrifically, and stumbled to his feet, blearily remembering falling asleep on the couch several hours ago. He must have rolled off at some point, maybe when he’d been sprinkling some cheese on those delicious tacos- no, stop. Food later. Fire now.

Thank God the dogs were at Yamato’s for the night, otherwise he might never have gotten out of the apartment. Bisuke was scared of loud noises and liable to hide in the deepest, darkest corner of the flat, while Bull would refuse to budge after laying down for anything less than the apocalypse. Pakkun probably would have just puked in anxiety and made matters worse, while Uhei, Akino, and Guruko would have simply started howling along with the siren. Urushi and Shiba were the only ones who’d have listened, and that was only if he had treats, which he no longer kept in his pockets after an unfortunate incident he didn’t care to repeat. He made a face as he recalled the taste.

Pulling on a pair of sneakers and a frayed red hoodie from the floor, Kakashi stuffed his keys and phone into his pockets before throwing open the door and lurching out into the hallway. He couldn’t see any flames or smoke, but he wasn’t going to sit around and wait to see if this was legit.

Maybe it was the brat from downstairs, playing pranks again. Kakashi had caught him stuffing a cat into someone’s mailbox the other day, so he definitely wouldn’t put it past the little punk. It had better not be those two idiots down the hall smoking weed again. Doors opened all along the hallway as tenants began pouring from their own apartments, hurrying down the hall and clogging the stairs like sleepy zombies. Kakashi shuffled along with them, letting the river of half-awake people drag him down several flights and out the front doors.

Kakashi milled around the parking lot with the chattering crowd, shivering at the cool night breeze and stuffing his hands into the hoodie’s front pockets. With nothing better to do than stand around awkwardly waiting for the fire-trucks, he glanced about, studying his neighbors one by one.

There was the brat, tousle-haired and sleepy-eyed, clinging to his mother’s long red braid, still half asleep. Near him was the emo kid who never brushed his hair and wore nothing but black – Kakashi was tempted to ask which make-up tutorial he used for his smoky eye. The two pot-heads were in the back, leaning against each other, dozing in place. There were more - the old man who wrote dirty novels and sometimes asked Kakashi for his expert opinion, the married couple from the floor above, and-

There was a man standing in the middle of the parking lot in nothing but a towel. Kakashi did a double-take before it processed.

He was dripping wet, water dribbling down his shoulders and pooling around his bare feet onto the pavement. Beads of moisture slowly made their way down the curve of his pectorals, glistening in the divots of his collarbone. Goosebumps had broken out over his tanned skin, pebbling his nipples, his long dark hair plastered to his neck and shoulders. He looked like some ancient Selkie come to seduce men to their watery graves, or a primordial God of the sea preparing to smite some mortals. And hopefully date him, dear God please.

Who the hell was that? Kakashi stared in shock, struggling to place him. He’d memorized every face in the building, and he certainly didn’t remember this Adonis, which was quite impossible. He had a whole grading system for every male in the building, and this knock-out would be graduating top of the class, Magna Cum Laud. Then the man turned his head and the light from the streetlamps hit just right, highlighting the faint slashing scar over the bridge of his nose-

Wait. Holy shit. Kakashi recognized him now, but could barely believe it. That was UMINO? Umino Iruka, the stuffy teacher’s aide who had just moved in next door like a month ago? The nerd whose idea of a good time was binge-watching a season of the Great British Bakeoff? Kakashi had given him a barely passing C+, having to dock points for the arsenal of pens in his shirt pocket and that one time he saw him wearing socks with sandals.

Damn. He’d totally misjudged him. This man was a BABE. The white towel only heightened his natural tan, accentuating the deep V of his hip-bones while the shadows played across his toned stomach. He looked…

He looked cold.

Umino stood stiffly upright, head high and without shame. In fact, he glared about, arms crossed, seemingly challenging anyone to make a comment or dare laugh. But Kakashi saw the goose-bumps on his skin, the subtle shiver of his shoulders. Summer had passed and, while winter was still a ways off, fall had begun muscling its way in. Kakashi wasn’t sure the clenched jaw was from irritation or to keep his teeth from chattering.

Kakashi gathered his courage and walked over.

“Hi,” he began, and almost stopped when Umino glared at him, eyes dark and daring. “Umino, right? Hatake Kakashi, from next door.” Umino studied him for a moment, then gave a sharp nod of acknowledgement. “Uh…want my jacket?”

“No, thank you, I’m fine,” Umino bit out with a tight smile, pushing some wet strands of hair out of his face.

Someone wolf-whistled. Probably the old man.

Umino slowly went red, the flush starting in his cheeks, then traveling down his neck to bloom halfway down his chest.

“…Yes, please,” he said quietly, gripping his towel in a white-knuckled hand. Kakashi fought back a chuckle and yanked the hoodie off over his head, inadvertently pulling up his shirt as he did so. Blinded as he was, he missed the flicker of Umino’s eyes over his exposed abdomen and prominent hipbones, the flush darkening a degree. Finally free, Kakashi gave the hoodie a shake and held it out, grinning sheepishly.

“Smells a bit like dog. Sorry.”

“S’fine,” Umino muttered, quickly taking it and pulling it on. It was a little too big for him but did the job, covering that delicious expanse of tanned skin and muscle. Kakashi stepped back and studied him for a moment, his mouth going dry.

Shit. It didn’t help at all. If anything, it made it worse.

Umino was now wearing his hoodie, which draped over his body but only made it to mid-thigh. The result was even more alluring and provocative than him standing there in a towel. Kakashi cleared his throat and snapped his eyes away, praying for a fire-truck to come peeling around the corner and hose him down so he could cool the fuck off.

“…You have a dog?”

“Huh?” Kakashi’s eyes snapped away from Iruka’s meaty thighs as he realized the owner of said thighs had just asked a question. “Oh! Yes. Dog. Or, rather, dog-zuh. Plural.”

“Plural?” Iruka frowned in confusion. “How many are we talking-”

“Eight.”

“EIGHT?!”

“Yup.”

“You have eight dogs.”

“Yup.”

“How did you even sneak that by the super?”

“Oh, she thinks I only have four. I have a friend who keeps a couple at his place. I just rotate them out.”

Umino laughed. It was a nice sound, even when he snorted a little at the end.

“So, what do you do?” Umino asked. “Other than harbor illegal animals, that is.”

“I work at the gym down the street,” Kakashi said, jerking his head. “I’m a fitness trainer.”

“Well, that would explain your abs...sssolutely horrible fashion sense. What are those track pants from, the 80’s?” Umino cleared his throat suddenly and jammed his hands into the hoodie’s pockets, frowned, then pulled out a crumpled wad of receipts for fast-food takeout. He stared accusingly at Kakashi for a long, quiet moment.

“…I’m allowed a cheat day,” Kakashi said.

“These are all from the same HOUR-”

“Gai bet me I couldn’t eat it all. I had to defend my honor.”

“Did you throw it all up afterward?”

“…I can neither confirm nor deny that. I can, however, confirm that I won the bet.” Kakashi winked cheekily, and Umino rolled his eyes.

“Do you…enjoy your job?” he asked, stuffing the receipts back into the pockets.

“It’s not bad. I mean, it could be worse, I could teach brats all day.” Kakashi shrugged. “What do you do?”

“I teach brats all day.”

…Dammit.

Umino’s grin was mischievous, though, and there was no hostility in his tone, so there must have been no offense taken.

“How’s that go?” Kakashi asked, genuinely curious.

“About as horrible as you’d think. I have them just when puberty rears its ugly head and turns them into angst-ridden monsters. My classroom in a cesspool of hormones and crying.”

Kakashi laughed aloud. Umino wasn’t anything like he’d thought. Both inside and out. It was incredibly refreshing, not to mention incredibly attractive.

Which is why he was quite disappointed when the first fire-trucks started to pull into the parking lot. He’d rather the whole apartment complex burn down if it meant he could stand out here, chatting with the hot teacher all night.

The fire, just a microwavable popcorn-bag gone wrong, was put out in minutes, the complex deemed safe by the groggy super, a busty older woman who was either hung over or still drunk at this unholy hour. Tenants began milling back inside, clogging the entrance in their desire to return to bed. Kakashi lingered in the back of the crowd with Umino, reluctant to part ways.

“Well, I suppose I should thank you for your hospitality,” Umino said lightly, reaching up to grasp the hoodie’s zipper. “You can have this back n-”

“Keep it,” Kakashi said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, going by the surprise on Umino’s face. “I mean…just for now. Till you. You know. Get inside and get dressed. You don’t wanna catch a cold.” He cleared his throat awkwardly, feeling his ears get hot.

“Oh…alright.” Umino's hand lowered and he gave him a shy smile, plucking at the loose red threads hanging from the sleeves, winding one around his pinky absently. “Thank you.” The quiet words warmed Kakashi, a delicate shiver traveling up his spine. Kakashi mumbled a response, then doubled over as the hyperactive blonde kid suddenly bowled right into him.

“Watch it, old man!” the brat shouted, dodging away.

“I’m not even thirty!” Kakashi barked after him, offended. “Friggin’ kid. Can you believe-” He turned to Umino and blinked.

He was gone.

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A knock on the door woke Kakashi right as he was taking another big, crunchy bite of taco. He bolted upright, cracked the back of his head on the coffee table, swore horrifically at himself for not getting in the damn bed this time, and stumbled to his feet. Making a mental reminder to just go and eat some fucking tacos already, he lurched towards the door, tripping over the rug and falling against it with a loud thud. He fought with the handle for a moment before finally yanking it open, squinting at the light stabbing into his eyes from the hallway.

Umino stood there, not hot as hell towel-Umino, but pressed khakis and crisp button-up, array of pens and hair in a severe ponytail Umino, fully dressed and ready for the day. Kakashi, rather than feeling a twinge of disappointment, was surprised to find the man just as alluring covered from head-to-toe as he was three-fourths-naked.

“Good morning,” Umino said, horribly chipper considering the abominable hour.

“Mornin’. What’re you doing here so early?” Kakashi mumbled, rubbing his face. Umino stared at him.

“It’s 9 a.m.”

“Holy shit. Really?” Kakashi squinted down at his watch. “I thought 9 a.m. was a myth.” Umino’s mouth fell open. “You still haven’t answered my question, though.”

“Oh. Right. Um. Your hoodie. I have it,” Umino said quickly, tripping over the words. He was flustered and twitchy with nerves. If Kakashi were a predator, this was when he’d pounce. “I, um, washed it. For you. Here.” He thrust the jacket out, perfectly folded and smelling of lavender. Kakashi was impressed.

“What, did you wash it twice?” he asked, taking it in his hands and marveling at how soft it felt. The rich red color was much more vibrant, almost seeming to glow.

“Three times,” Umino replied flatly. “Then Febreeze.”

“Umino-”

“Iruka.”

Kakashi blinked, looking up to meet the other man’s gaze.

“You can call me Iruka,” he said, sincere.

“…Alright. I’m Kakashi.” Kakashi stuck out his hand, tucking the hoodie under his other arm. Iruka’s shake was firm, his hands surprisingly soft. He must moisturize or something classy like that.

“I want to thank you for helping me out last night,” Iruka went on, two spots of color appearing high on his cheeks. “I was in a rather…awkward predicament and even after I snapped at you, you still helped me despite my rudeness. I…really appreciate it.”

“No problem,” Kakashi replied easily, scratching the back of his head. Oh God, his hair must be a nightmare- no, wait. It always was. Nevermind then. “Any time.”

“So, um.” Iruka shuffled his feet a little, clearing his throat. There was that predatory instinct, niggling Kakashi to jump on him and go for the jugular. “I was wondering how to thank you, and I thought I could, maybe…make you dinner?” he finished weakly, glancing up at Kakashi from beneath thick lashes, then looking away again, suddenly shy. “I’m pretty good in the kitchen, so, if there’s anything you’d like…”

“Tacos,” Kakashi said instantly.

“…Oh.” Iruka deflated, a flicker of disappointment crossing his face. “Tacos. Really? I was hoping for something a bit more…challenging. Something that would allow me to show off my culinary skills a bit. But, I mean, if that’s what you want-”

“I like miso soup,” Kakashi said after a moment. “With eggplant.” Screw tacos. He could have tacos any day of the week. He’d take a bowl of cold cereal if it meant getting to spend the evening with this full-course meal.

Iruka lit up, his smile warm and inviting.

“Miso soup it is, then. I’ll have it done by tonight and bring it over. Does that sound alright?”

“Sure.” Kakashi waved as Iruka walked off down the hall, then slipped back inside and closed the door. He brought the hoodie up to his nose and inhaled the comforting scent of lavender, thinking how differently last night would have gone had he not grabbed the hoodie. What he would have missed out on. Fate, it seemed, really did exist.

Hopefully he’d be seeing more of Iruka…in more ways than one.

-End-

Months ago, I was chosen as a pinch-hitter for the Kakairuzine (I would step in if someone had to leave), so I completed two fics just in case they were needed. Since it wasn’t, I’m posting it here. Enjoy!

#kakairu #kakairu fanfic #hatake kakashi #umino iruka #red thread of fate #I know I wrote a Victuuri fic with a similar story but I just really like the trope #sue me #fanfic #red string of fate #iruka in a towel how can it go wrong

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bts-trash-blog · 4 years

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Golden: Part2~ Shivers

Summary: Watercolor splashes, and yet all that splashed on your skin was ink, while his was gold. Cold and warm. Sweet and sour. Love and lust. Yet it made so much sense..sadly he couldn’t see it.

Pariing: Min Yoongi X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, inscrurites, smut and some mentions of past toxic relationships. Just poor Yoongi tbh.

AN: Want to know when I update? I have a tag list!

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Letting out a groan as the sound of pots and pans woke you up, looking over you see the bright number of 6:39am flashing making a louder groan pass your lips. Of course on your day off Hoseok wants to make breakfast at the buttcrack of dawn, the sun wasn’t even fully raised not even shining through the cracks of your blinds. Rolling out of bed, your eyes land on the discarded sweatshirt that you had probably ripped off in a sleep hased in the middle of the night. Grabbing it you throw it over yourself and make sure your shorts aren't riding up too high between your thick thighs, sighing you reach down and unplug your phone. You stumble slightly out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to see the brown hair boy moving around the kitchen, his eyes looking over to see you and gives you a soft smile.

“Morning ladybug.” His words made a huff as you opened the fridge door, grabbing a bottle of iced coffee. Cracking it open you take a huge gulp making Hoseok let out a soft laugh as he looks at you and place the fried egg onto a plate and hand it to you. Smiling slightly at him you moved to sit down at the table, the rice next to you as you grab a spoon full and shovel it into your mouth, manners way out of your thoughts as you see Hoseok sitting down next to you. “Ladybug, I hope you remember to have manners outside these walls.”

“Shut up.” You grumble making his laughter grow, as he started eating as the two of you sat in silence you heard your phone ding making you look to see Namjoon had messaged you. Opening up your phone you let out a small sigh, wishing you were able to figure your way out of the question he asked you. Though you found humor in the following message, making Hoseok look at you with a small smirk.

“Boyfriend?”

“Oh shut up you dick.” You grumble, making him snort as you move to open your messages.

Namjoon: Are you free today?

Namjoon: Jin and me with a friend are going to the new coffee shop a block away from ours

Y/n: Gotts spy out the competition I see

Namjoon: Of course, who's the best person to take with me? My best customers

Y/N: Who’s this other person?

Namjoon: My friend Yoongi, he’s at the shop almost as much as you. I'm honestly surprised you haven’t run into each other yet.

Y/n: Chill. Time and place see you then

Letting out a sigh you look to Hoseok who had a curious look in his eyes as you handed him your phone, taking him as you scroll through his instagram feed, as he scrolls through your messages with Namjoon. He nods his head as you watch him swipe out and move to an app, probably snap with the faces he started making.

“Streaks with Joy, Jimin, and Johnny have been sent.” You chuckle as you hand him back his phone, the like photo of EXO on screen making him huff as he exits out of his feed as you do the same. “So this Namjoon guy is who you and Minnie visited yesterday?”

“Yeah he runs the Kim Coffee Shop down the street from here, I’ve been going there for about a year. It's where I was going after school for my extended learning, remember on exotics.” He looks at you, his head tilted, reminding you of a literal dog, till his eyes widen.

“Oh that shit three months of you literally not sleeping.” Chuckling at his words you nod, your eyes turning down to your now empty plate, as you take one last spoon full of rice.

“It's the place I’d go to study after work, and before I came here to do my homework. It was a nice middle ground, where I could get distracted but still stay focused.” Nodding you get up and stretch, doing the rest of your Coffee, as you move to the kitchen with your dishes. “I call the bathroom first.” You said moving back down the hall to your bedroom to grab your change of clothes, and then leading to the bathroom. Finally getting ready for the day. Yet when you think about it, you can’t help the shivers rushing down your spin.

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Letting out a breath as you walk down the street, your earbud hanging down as you stop at the corner of the street, your eyes casting side to side the dark cloud above you makes you adjust the hood above your head. You couldn’t help but slightly rush across the street , especially when Namjoon caught your eyes. He couldn’t help but smile brightly as he throws his arm over your shoulder and begins to walk beside you.

“So what's the plan?” You ask as he looks to the sky, his head tilting as he looks back down the ground. A dimpled smile hidden as he looks forward and lets out a breath of air.

“You believe in the red string of fate, right?” You couldn’t help but let out a snort, as you look at him, the look clearly making him realize how stupid of a question that as to ask you. “Ah yeah of course you do..well.. Anyway we are gonna meet Jin and Yoongi at the shop. Then we’re gonna see what type of stuff they have and if it's better than ours.” Nodding you look forward, his question still lingering in your thoughts as you clear your throat.

“What was with the questions Joon?” Sighing he looks at you and smiles, his arms falling off of your shoulders his hand moves to rest in yours as he swings your hands. Making you chuckle as he looks at the sky and smiles.

“Rainy days are always the best, aren't they?”

“Avoiding the topic isn’t gonna work...but yes, yes they are..most of the time when the weather is like this I just sit in my room with a book in hand..that or I sleep all day.” You chuckle as he giggles, his eyes shining as you felt the cold drop of rain against the top of your cheek as you look at Namjoon. “So what was that question for?”

“I just..I just have a feeling today...a feeling I had the day I met Jin...shivers...a bit of...annoyance even.” His words had you nodding as you rub your thumb on the back of his hand.

“I felt that too..I woke up not wanting to do anything..but then you messaged me and I was annyyed that you didn’t want to see me then..stupid I guess.” You said dropping his hand as you see Jin. He was wearing a large brown coat, matched with a black turtle e neck and skinny jeans. His hair was a bit of a mess, most lilly from the wind, his phone in hand as he looked up as Namjoon grabbed his hand, the fiery red plussing onto Jins skin as the baby pink pushed back onto Namjoon. A smile lifts on your lips as Jin's eyes catch your, and his smile seems to grow.

“Moon! Thank god you made it, Yoongi seems to be running late. He might not make it, he said he was up all night in the studio. He said this new label kids JK took up all his time.” Nodding you rock slightly on your heel as you look down to another store across the street, the coffee shop open for business and people rushing in and out.

“Looks a little plan.” You stated, the statement turned, it was filled with vines in the front, no wood cabin like feel, like theirs. It felt plain and simple, somewhere where maybe people would run to cause it looked like it wouldn’t be busy.

“That's what I said when I saw it the other day driving home, it's just too simple looking.” Jin grumbled as he moved to stand beside you, nodding as the three of you moved to cross the street, the wind whipping around you as you felt another cold drop of rain on the top of your head. Sighing as you step in, you see a few empty tables.

“Who’s at the shop?”

“My brother taehyung.” Namjoon said, his eyes scanning the menu, moving furrowed to order and from what you could tell for all of you. His eyes scanning the prices, much more expensive than his own. Sighing as he pays, you move to a table with Jin, as Namjoon moves to sit with you two he lets out a groan. “Your small black coffee was eight buck..six for a small black coffee I..I swear if it doesn’t taste good I will.” He cuts himself off with a deep breath, look you saw the baby pink splashing against his neck and his ear as Jin runs his fingers through his hair. “Sorry about that Y/n.” Nodding you look at them and couldn’t help the smile lift on your face, your phone buzzing.

Minni: I legit hate owners sometimes this women just fucking threw the paper work at me cause I said facts. That her dog was malnourished and there should be a change in diet. I almost THREW hands.

Y/n: Wait is it the lady with that brown mini poodle?

Minni: YES. the one where the nails were literally diggin into one of the pads last MONTH this dog needs a better home.

Y/n: I mean do you think she’d surrender him to the clinic?

Minni: Probably not, this woman seems to have her head shoved up her ass. I’ll try and see if I can get a surrender, ttyl.

“Who’s that?” Jin asked, making you look up as you clicked your phone off and slip it back into your coat packet.

“Jimin, he’s in the clinic today and the owner who we had issues with in the past came in. Nothing special.” He looks at you with a tilt to his head as all of a sudden Namjoon sets a cup in front of you.

“Why don’t I believe you.” He chuckled, making you huff as you smile, taking another look out the window, shiver rushing down your arms, making you shake your head slightly. “Cold?”

“I little, I guess.” You said as Namjoon huffed and sat back down next to Jin, your eyes landing on the extra cup next to yours.

“Took five minitutes to get four simple drinks, I would’ve had these out in three.” Chuckling you look to see a paper cup, with a black lid.Taking a smell you couldn’t help but frown, it smelt good. Namjoons eyes widen as you give him a look, his head shaking as he takes the cup and smells. “Just cause it smells nice does not mean it will taste good.” Sighing, you take the cups back and blow into the cup, slowly moving the lid to your lips as you take a sip. The warm bitter liquid filled your mouth, the perfect twing of sweetness made you hum as you frowned at Namjoon. “No. No….you’re our coffee demon. Stop.”

“It tastes okay.” You lied, it was amazing, though you didn’t like it that even sitting in even had paper cups, you liked the more home feel. “Plus I miss the mugs we get when we sit in.” Letting a shiver pass as you see a body moving past the glass window, and the door opening, your body feels warm then cold.

“Jin Hyung.” A voice calls making your eyes close, a shiver rushing down your spine at the tone, at the voice. He was on the slightly shorter side compared to the two men in front of you, he was also in pretty much all black, black jeans, leather jacket but his shirt was grey tone. He was in leather boots, and he had a snapback on a black mask covering his chin as he licked his lips as he looked at your table. You watch Jins head turn as a smile grows on his face, his head nodding the seat next to you. “Hey Namjoon.” His name made the upset man turn around as he followed the body of Yoongi as he moved to sit down next to you, heat filling the side of your body closest to him.

“Hi Yoongi hyung...I swear if ethier of you stop showing up at my shop I will murder you.” His words had you giggling as you looked at the black hair man. Shaking your head as he grabs the cup Namjoon handed him, taking a sip his eyes widen slightly making Namjoon groan. Both of you sighing as you open your mouth.

“You're closer to my place.” You and this Yoongi said at the same time, making Namjoon and Jin slightly jump as you look to the man next to you slightly and smile. Maghony..black coffee colored eyes stare at you, swirling with some emotions you wish, wish you could read.

“Y/n.” You said with a slight bow of your head, Yoongi nodded back as he cleared his throat and out stretched his hand.

“Yoongi.” placing your hand in it, your felt a zap, making you hiss as you look down at your hand, expecting for both of you to brush it off. But you froze as you looked to see ink like black splashed on your palm and wrapping around the top of your hand. Your eyes widen as warmth spreads through your body, looking to see a gold like color reflected off of his pale skin as he looks down at his hand. Lips parted in almost aw, as he moved his hand in front of his face. Then his eyes snapped to your own, the already faddin color making him reach forwards and touch your hand again. Watching the black ink color splash against your skin, as gold spread through his made him drop your hand in pained wince. His body moved quickly to remove himself from the table. “Fuck.” He whispered, his hand clutched to his chest as he turned to leave the shop, coffee cup spilt as Jin and Namjoon called after him.

Your body frozen as you watch the one person in this world, who was connected to you, who was supposed to accept you. Run away. Running away from you. Making insecurities rush through your veins, wanting to curl in on yourself into a ball as you blink your eyes rapidly, trying to hide the tears.

He left you in tears, body shivering to hold his hand again.

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixty Eight. Part 2

Watching Chris walk off in a huff and go to bed sad is actually making me smile, I should not feel like this but it’s just funny that he assumes I would do nothing for him, but he is basing it off what happened with Drake but I do forgive him for it but it makes me smile that he’s upset, it sounds so evil “he’s really upset” Mel said in a whisper “he is very hurt, close the door” I pointed, Mel is walking over to sit next to me “you nasty, like you being so cold with him” Mel closed the door “he’s not there anyways, he has gone upstairs” Mel made her way over to sit with me “the thing is I have said to him, I do forgive you but in his mind he doesn’t think it. I haven’t mentioned anything to him about his birthday, I’ve been very formal and just kept it neutral, but it will be bigger the surprise. Shall we start doing the house up? I am excited to see his face though, I have spoilt him a lot. Like when I found out what happened in Canada I wanted to say fuck it no, but he’s a good guy, he didn’t mean it but I also got him something big too” I have spoilt him too much I think “what else did you get him?” Rorrey asked “a Rolex, I got him a Rolex because I feel like he’s with people that have money and I want him to keep with appearances and I want him to have all these chains and stuff, I got him a Rolex on top of the party and cars so he’s getting very spoilt. This is why I said for nobody to give him anything, he has a lot already and he doesn’t need it. Just being there is nice enough so yeah” I breathed out smiling “that’s sweet you know, he’s going to appreciate that so much, Chris is a very thankful man. Humble too, he seems to me like he never cares for the riches and things. He goes out pretty simple and I have seen the man wear that Gucci jacket every time we out. Humble, I like him so I got him a gift because I wanted too. Just a little something for the man” I cooed out “hope you wrote that love letter in his birthday card” Rorrey laughed “you’re annoying, I see why he went to sleep” rolling my eyes at my brother.

We have done the house up; well I say that. Half of the balloons popped because they are being stupid but it’s twelve and I feel bad he went to sleep so I am just here going through pictures of him, I wanted to do a throwback but no, I am going to post one from our honeymoon I took of him at the bar, just the way he looked at me in that moment and he knew I was taking a picture of him. Just that smile, wow I love him “you smiling hard but not help us?” Looking up from my phone “I am making a heartfelt post about my husband, now hush” they can wait for whatever they are doing because I need to finish this, looking back down at my phone, I sighed out heavily because where do I start with this post, I don’t want to do too much either. Let me keep it cute ‘I just want to wish my husband the best birthday. My best friend, a father. I could write so much but I will save you all the sick show lol. I love you’ I didn’t want to overdo it so this will be the shortest but I wrote what I wanted in his birthday card, looking up from my phone “you emotional” Noella said, nodding my head “just weird, I’m not alone like I always thought I would be. Just makes me emotional. A man can love me” I chuckled “I’m fine, let’s get this done” pressing send on the post, I just think to myself how lonely I really could have been because men saw me as nothing. I can’t see myself without Chris and that is really scary for me, I have always been scared of men in general because of my father being the man he is so I get scared when I actually think how deep in love I am.

This is cute, we have decorated the stairs, the hallway. The living room, we have a cardboard cutout of Chris in his high school jersey, it’s so cute. Just how I remember him, poking my lips out to the side of the cardboard cutout as Mel took the picture “done” I laughed moving back “I mean he was skinny but boy he was very skinny then, imagine a young me crooning over him” Mel snorted laughing “if I was there I would be like sister no, let’s go for the bigger men” taking my phone from Mel, walking off laughing at the picture. He was a little short here too, look at me leaning down to him with my bump in the way. Adding a caption ‘How I met your father ;)’ pressing send “aye! Come on now” these bitches out here twerking on it “we playing” waving them off “y’all have fun, I’m going to bed. Night y’all and see y’all in the morning” waving them off, I need to sleep, or I will be miserable thoughtout the day and night because of the party. Walking up the steps, I am very proud of the handy work. We all put in the effort to do it up, all we need now is Chris wakes up or he just randomly comes down, but I hope not. I have some more teasing to do with him, reaching the top of the steps. I am so tired actually, I was tired of watching girls lusting over Chris, like they keep on saying do all country niggas look like you, oh you fine. Like leave my husband alone, it was annoying, but Chris didn’t care for it. Pushing open the bedroom door, as expected he is asleep. My poor husband fell asleep in annoyance of me, well I did need to get him back for the pain I went through, but he really needs to catch up on when I am trolling him and when I’m not, if like I would do that to him unless he did cheat then I would divorce him. Peaking over at Chris asleep, pouty baby is so cute asleep. I want to ride him.

I am more excited about his birthday, I think it’s more to do with the fact I know but I woke him up before him, this is how much Chris is depressed about his birthday, he is such a drama queen for nothing “done sulking?” He slumped onto the bed “you’re so miserable, honestly. Open my card, get up and read it” he groaned out getting up from the bed “breastfeed me or something, this is wack” side eyeing him as he got up “don’t be so negative, it’s not nice so appreciate what you get” he sat up on the bed “mhmmm ok” he took the card from my lap “thank you Robyn” he sighed out, he is so miserable. My smile grew, he is going to be so shocked tonight because I have invited so many people, I have gone above and beyond for him and I wish I could tell him, but he will find out eventually “aye! It’s me” he turned the card to me, a picture of Chris and I together “I look so slim there” I complimented myself “yeah, you have added some pounds” rolling my eyes, watching him open the card as I reached over my side table and grabbed the Rolex box “no money in this either, Rihanna broke already” he laughed “To Poppa, oh wow. This is a story” he cleared his throat “to Poppa, I want to wish you a happy birthday. The day you were born I know our stars aligned and our path would have crossed no matter when or how, it would have happened. You have been the light of my life, and I mean that because the fame isn’t anything to me because I was lonely. You love me when I was unloved and never once questioned me on why I felt that way and waited until I opened up to you, you never said to me the word love when we were just silly teenagers, but you sure did show it, now you’re never shy to show me that or say it to me. Thank you for loving me Chris, this your first birthday as my husband and I couldn’t be happier, love twin” Chris looked up from the card “don’t say that you’re always loved Robyn” biting on my top lip, I am so emotional “but a man, a male to love me just for me” Chris moved from his position and over to me “don’t think that, men are fickle like that. Thank you, you got me choked up though” he kissed my cheek “thank you, love you twin. Stop the emotions, damn” he moved back “that was sweet, thank you” he said it again “I come with a gift too, this is from me and your daughter” holding out the box and card “really? Oh wow” he took the box and card “this holds weight, damn” Chris grinned, he knows I don’t play when it comes to him.

Watching him with my phone in hand open the card “awww what!” He turned the card to me and I quickly took a picture of his reaction “you like?” I smiled wide “Happy Birthday from the bump, man. Look at the scan picture, she is so beautiful. Thank you” cropping the picture because ain’t no way any bitch is seeing my man in his boxers, they can see chest but his excited smiley face when he saw the card, just shock. Adding a caption ‘Happy Birthday from the bump!’ Pressing send “Happy Birthday dad, I can’t wait to meet you and for you to share your love with me, I know I will be safe in your arms. Love Baby Fenty-Brown” Chris sniffled “that’s amazing, emotional here. Wow, my daughter already got me choked up. Thank you to my beautiful ladies’ wow” I am proud of myself, I got him good “you happy baby? It’s ok, you can cry” he is trying to hold it back” he wiped his eyes “I am good “thank you, I really appreciate it” I cooed out “I know you do Chris, it’s ok” he picked up the Rolex box, I got him an eighteen carat gold Rolex, Diamond bezel and shoulders, ruby dot hours. Diamond dials. It was never cheap that, but it’s from his daughter and me so he better appreciate it “it’s big” he started ripping the wrapping paper from it, I love watching people open gifts. He stopped opening the paper and gasped looking up at me, he is excited. His eyes have lit up “no way” it reminds me of when I got him that Gucci jacket “for me!?” he placed it on the bed and he rolled off the bed “what you doing?” watching him run around the room, giggling at him as he went into the walk in closet and back out. I yelped out as I thought he was going to tackle me, but he jumped over me and back onto the bed “no way! Are you serious!?” I laughed nodding my head “open it poppa” he plopped down onto the bed “I can’t even, Robyn oh my god” he ripped it all open “Rolex!? This is a legit Rolex; I don’t deserve you Robyn. Oh my god, this is too much. What” he is so overjoyed, I am happy “this is from me and baby” he opened the box “oh my god, no way” he shook his head staring at it “Robyn this is crazy, wow. I can’t even, thank you. Oh my god. This is amazing” he crawled over to me “thank you so much, oh my god” hugging him back.

Chris is very excited, like to see him like this is so cute “Rorrey really got me this!? Like this is crazy, now I look like the man of the house, look at me” he came out in the Versace robe “I will let you think that, are you done playing in your robe?” he is here twirling and shit “I am so amazed, oh my god. Wait till I show my mom and dad, they are going to be extra amazed” he is like an excited child and it’s cute “thank you” Chris wrapped his arms around me once again and pressed a kiss to my cheek “it’s ok, come. Let’s go downstairs now, damn. You can show Rorrey the robe, I am sure he will be proud” Chris not moving out of the room, he finally moved. Walking behind him out of the bedroom “I feel so much better, like I really do. I went to bed all sad and shit, like I felt nobody cared” I cooed out, wait till he has his party, and he can see how much people do care “wait?” Chris pointed at the stairs “go down” I laughed “you lied to me all this time, you just tortured me for what” I shrugged “go down then, you know I am slow” Chris went rushing down while I of course made my way down slowly, Rorrey is awake he did text me asking. Also my mother is awake because she mentioned she will make breakfast for him; she is so sweet. I can hear both Rorrey and Chris, they are both kids “you flexing! See when we go on holiday, cigar and robes, we going to be living! I got you, you’re coming with me!” I would say yes to that, it’s with Rorrey too so I don’t mind that “what you think?” I grinned making my way to Chris “dope, thank you. Everyone, like this is amazing, and Monica’ food too!” I can smell that food strong.

“Morning Melissa, you came extra late. We ate whore” Mel side eyed me “who’s fault is that, last minute thing my ass but happy birthday Chris has Noella not gave you our gift yet?” Chris shook his head “I don’t want anything now, I am good. Honestly Robyn got me a Rolex, that is enough for me” Mel cooed out “that is cute, you sure it’s real” I snorted laughing “I am joking, honestly” she is such a bitch “Chris, don’t listen to her. It’s real, very real” Mel sat down at the table with us “we are going for a meal tonight actually so you need to look cute, not so much birthday meal but I can’t be bothered to cook” my mother doesn’t approve of my ways of saying things, she says I am being mean but I’m not “that’s cool, I can find an outfit. I can wear my Rolex too, that is amazing. It’s my birthday so I will pay for the meal” I grinned “how sweet of you, but I have an outfit for you to wear so just wear that” Chris is so happy, here I am trying to make out we ain’t doing anything else “I think Robyn should stay home, mommy you hear what she did, she made him go bed early on the eve of his birthday because she just acted like it meant nothing” Rorrey is a snitch “that is your husband Robyn, stop it. Jokes can hurt feelings” I sighed out “Rorrey shut up, honestly. I didn’t do anything, look how happy he is, I know how to make him happy” I don’t know why Rorrey has to set my mom off for nothing.

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dadzawa-adopt-dabi · 3 years

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Discord Prompt pain lvl 7

The sun is still coming up and Dabi's never been more thankful for an empty base.

Dabi started finally calming down as he laid his head against Jin's chest and listened to his heartbeat. Jin shouted and stepped through with him as Dabi hid his face in Jin's sweater.

He was sitting on the couch and one of the blankets Shigaraki was always in was thrown over him. It was heavy and he found himself tightly wrapping it around his shoulders as it pressed him into the cushions. It smelled like the entire LoV and Dabi found his breaths finally slowing as his head cleared.

"Here, Toga grabbed these from your room. She's pacing in there with a couple knives." Shigaraki crouched in front of him with a clean pair of clothes. Dabi took another breath to steady himself as he took them. A moment later Toga was sprinting towards him with a familiar beat up tiny backpack ramming into her.

"It's low. Everything in here is old." Toga bit out as she struggled to rip the zipper open and Dabi reached out and ruffled her hair, still laying flat on the couch. Her eyes teared up and she picked at the edge of the cushion. "Is. Do you feel too yuck for cuddles?" she asked quietly, in the most tactful way she could think of. Dabi lifted one corner of the weighted blanket in response and she dove underneath, up against him and grabbing his face to look him in the eyes.

"It's fine, Toga. I'm okay, see?" He looked her in the eyes and she laid down with a nod. Holding tight to one of his wrists, fingers hovering over his pulse as she started drifting back to sleep.

Dabi's breathing so slowed down and he slumped into the blanket that was pressing him down onto the couch. It was heavy and he could understand why Shigaraki always had one around him. Shigaraki brushed his scent gland against Dabi's hair and he tucked his head down into the blanket and Toga.

Sako came and sat on the arm of the sofa. Combing his fingers into his hair after he gave Dabi a chance to pull away from it and keeping his movements slow.

"Thank you Dabi, for calling us," Sako spoke calmly once the rest of the league headed to bed and left them alone. Dabi glanced up at him to see him without his mask for once. A small smile on his face battling the concern. "Jin said you said some pretty concerning things, Dabi. You also smell of that Keigo Takami."

Toga snuffled in her sleep and gripped tight to Dabi as his chin trembled and he shrugged again.

"I did want it?" Dabi whispered, glancing around in the dark to avoid eye contact.

Jin walked back in to try taking Toga from him, she protested at first and sank her fangs into Jin's arm in a sleepy state of alarm but Jin didn't even seem to notice as he held her.

"He said he was broken," he lightly growled and stopped when Toga whimpered. "I'm putting her to bed. Showers open if you need it, Dabi."

Dabi grabbed the clothes Shigaraki had brought out and headed for the bathroom, he could still feel the cum and slick oozing out of him and crusting in his boxers. He was exhausted, crying and the breakdown in its entirety had taken a lot out of him. He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Just that normal omega's didn't run from the best sex they'd ever had, the best... experiance Dabi had in general.

"What? Dabi did Keigo?" Sako cut himself off as Dabi shook his head and looked down at the floor. Shoulders up around his ears and bright red.

"Look, I'm sorry-" Dabi was cut off by Sako coming up to him and grabbing his chin, forcing eye contact for just a moment before he let go of him.

"Okay. Well, whatever happened you can tell me later. Just so we are clear on exactly what pieces of Takami I will be breaking." He gave Dabi a tiny smirk, accepting a cup of coffee as Kuroguri handed it to him with a whisper of waiting for him.

"Mr. You, you can go back to bed." Dabi whispered in an inaudible mumble. looking down the hall towards the shower. He just didn't want to ever talk about this again. It was embarrassing, both the fussing over him and the break down. He'd... there had been some really shitty times and this night didn't even clear the top 5. There wasn't a reason to be so upset but the shame wouldn't leave him alone.

Sako waited up anyways and was there when he came out in clean clothes. Stumbling back towards the couch and lifting the blanket up.

"Why the fuck is this so heavy?" he mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes. Leaning against the couch as Sako came and sat down on the other end.

"Okay. So you wanted to have sex with Takami, and you did. Did he not stop when you asked? Did he make you uncomfortable at all?" Sako asked and lifted one of his arms in invitation for Dabi to borrow against him.

Dabi shrugged uncomfortably and looked over at Sako, he bit the inside of his cheek to stop a whimper and debated if he would just end up anxious and uncomfortable if he took up the invitation. Sako waited patiently until Dabi gave in and let himself fall sideways to be held.

"No. He didn't. I have no idea why I'm just having a meltdown, maybe I really am just, broken Mr." he mumbled quietly. Sako patted his shoulder.

"You're not. Somethings going on Dabi, whatever it is we can work on it," Sako hummed. “You hesitated when I asked if he made you uncomfortable."

"He didn't." Dabi insisted and when Sako didn't press he continued, feeling like he had to explain why he hesitated. "We- Fuck I don't know okay? I don't know what made me decide I was down for getting fucked by an Alpha Hero tonight. But I did. Okay? I wanted it, wanted him. Then we were just making out in some alley and I needed air, so I pushed him back."

Sako took a deep breath in at that and held it. "Okay, that's good, if you wanted a roll in the hay with Hawks you're allowed to have that. Why did you need air? Did he let you push him away?"

Dabi snorted at Sako's polite way of referencing him being horny. It was laugh or cry, and he was out of tears and too tired to actually laugh.

"He did. Easily, barely had to push and he was turning me on so badly. it's not like I wasn't still enjoying it? We just, he offered his apartment. I've never-" Dabi cut himself off with a noise that was half a sob and half a laugh. He didn't know anymore.

"Oh Dabi. You're not broken, I promise. Tell me more, this old man wants all that coffee you kids keep dropping." Sako nudged Dabi and he let out a little laugh.

"Okay, okay. So we go back to his place to fuck, I’m uh... not feeling well. Nerves or some shit. My stomach keeps flipping and I just, I want him but I’m also not really sure how this is gonna go now. He," Dabi laughed and turned himself into Sako. "Okay. He decided he wanted to wine and dine me after I got my feet under me, alright? Then he took me back to his actual legit fucking bedroom there was a couch right there!, and fucked me so well I actually came twice, and purred afterwards as I actually fell asleep in his arms?" Dabi was laughing again. So absurd it was funny. What the fuck had tonight even been? He couldn't even dream this shit up, too far to go for any one night stand.

"It sounds like you had a wonderful night and a gentleman showed you a good time, Dabi. I'm happy for you, so what changed then? What happened?" He lightly pressed and combed Dabi's hair.

"I woke up." Dabi muttered quietly staring ahead at nothing. "I just, I woke up and I... I don't know, Mr. I just had to leave and then I felt... I felt gross? And sick. I've, it doesn't make sense. I was fine, and then I woke up and I wasn't and I couldn't get home. Couldn't get myself together enough to call Kuroguri and then just, had a meltdown."

Sako shook his head, continuing to pet Dabi's head as he thought in silence.

"I get fucked like that" Dabi stuck one hand out of the blanket to gesture loosely with an embarrassed bright red face. "And then, I freak out? Have a meltdown over what exactly?"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing Dabi, it does not mean that you are a broken omega." He stood up and groaned as his bones creaked. Dabi closed his eyes on the couch. Ready to go to bed already and wake up from this, this whatever it was. A dream or a nightmare, he didn't know. Didn't know how to figure it out.

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minghaocouture · 4 years

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Wednesday, again?

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun X Reader Genre: Comedy, Light Fluff, Soulmate AU Waring: Suggestive themes, drinking, mentions of one night stands WC: 2k+ Tag List: @princessthotty @tleeee @samemagicpoint

Prompt: If you haven’t met your soulmate but have been in the same vicinity of each other (like passing each other on a street or in the same building), that day will keep repeating until you find each other.

A/N: ngl i had a lot of fun writing this, i usually don’t write suggestive stuff so i’m sorry if that part seems a bit brushed over lol. I hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Growing up, you were a big fan of soulmates. After all, your parents were soulmates and so were their parents, it was a magical thing to think about. That there was one person out there who was just...meant for you!

But as you grew, you never found your connection. Some people had timers, others had strings, some had words, but you had nothing. Nothing to point you in the direction of your intended. It was disheartening.

You did your best to stay optimistic, after all some people didn’t get their soulmark until they were 18 or even 20, but you could always feel that lingering fear in the back of your mind.

Now here you were, in your mid twenties and in college, yet not sign of a soulmate or any kind of soulmark. At least until now.

“I swear to God if I have to sit through this lecture one more time I will legit fight someone.” You muttered, clinging onto your best friend, Handong, as she dragged you inside the classroom, laughing as she did. Obviously she wasn’t nearly as irritated as you.

After all this was going to be her first time dealing with this lecture, meanwhile you were on your...twelfth replay?

Sure twelve didn’t seem like much when it was just a lecture but this was the twelfth time you had experienced this day, down to the smallest detail...everything was the same. Almost two weeks of nothing really changing was starting to drive you crazy. At first, you would explain what was happening to Handong, telling her everyday that you were repeating everything. The two of you had eventually figured out that it was your soulmark, and so you set out to find whoever your soulmate might be in hopes of ending the loop. After a week with no results, you stopped telling her about your situation.

So now here you were, sitting in your lecture hall...getting ready to listen to your professor drone on and on about history. You had to admit that Professor Byun was hot and funny, but not one was hot or funny enough to make you okay with this.

Taking your usual seat, you dropped your head onto your desk fully prepared to sleep your way through this lecture. That was the best thing about being stuck in the same day, the trouble you got into only lasted for that day. Everything would reset again tomorrow.

“Are you going to Jooheon’s party tomorrow? I heard that DJ H.One is gonna make an appearance!”

Of course, you unfortunately already knew this. You’d tried going to the party a few times during your repeats, but nothing ever came of it. Okay that’s a lie, you got to make out with the hot DJ, so there was that, but nothing soulmate wise happened.

“ ‘m not going.” Your voice muffled as you refused to remove your head from the table to look at her. You could practically feel her pouting as she stared at your slumped over frame.

“Well, now you’re not getting a choice. I’ll drag you there if I have to!” She declared. You heard rustling as she pulled out her supplies, getting ready to take notes for the day. “I really don’t get what’s up with you today. You were fine yesterday, did you just sleep wrong or something?”

“Today, yesterday, tomorrow. All the same thing.”

Before she could question you, the door slammed shut, signalling the entrance of Professor Byun and the start of your lecture for the day.

***

“I can not believe you actually dragged me here.” You groaned, downing a shot of alcohol and fixing your best friend with a pointed glare. Once again, nothing had changed here. The guests were the exact same ones you had seen every other time you had come to this obscenely crowded party.

An arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you closer. If it had been any other day you probably would have freaked out, but this hadn’t changed either, so you didn’t even flinch at the unknown arm around you.

“Please get your arm off me, Minhyuk.” You muttered, eyes not bothering to turn to face the male to your side, not even as you heard Handong greet him as well.

Minhyuk was a good guy, sometimes a little loud but overall a good guy. You had a few classes with him back in high school and just so happened to enroll in the same college, so he was probably the closest you had to a childhood friend.

And he was obviously already very drunk.

He leaned further towards you, causing you to stumble a bit because of his weight, before he began going into the same whining spiel he went into every time you were dragged to this party. Handong’s attention was always enough to satisfy him, so you just tuned him out and continued to watch the rest of the room. Debating on if you were gonna try and make out with the DJ again, he was a good kisser at least.

Glancing across the room towards the small set up that this dude, you think his name was actually Hyungwon, was chatting it up with a dude you didn’t quite recognize. Which was...strange, at this point you didn’t think that was possible since everything would play out the same everyday and...nothing had changed today. Except for this guy that was now talking to the cute DJ.

Shaking Minhyuk’s arm off of your shoulders and ignoring his whines of protest as you left, making a beeline for the other side of the room. The new guy didn’t really look like he was here for a party, what with his rather soft looking sweater and fluffy brown hair.

Once you got close enough, Hyungwon fixed you with a rather bored look.

“I don’t take-”

“Requests, yeah I know.” Cutting him off, you focused your attention on the new guy. Upon closer inspection he was pretty short, especially compared to Hyungwon who was basically a walking string bean. You couldn’t lie, he was definitely handsome though.

“Who are you?” It was probably a rude way of asking but, this dude wouldn’t remember this tomorrow...well today, once tomorrow was today again. Once that happened, how you spoke today wouldn’t matter.

The male stared at you, looking almost baffled as he did so and you noticed light bags under his eyes, a sign that this guy probably wasn’t sleeping properly. Sucks that he was stuck like this, at least he was unaware that he was trapped in this annoyingly never ending time loop because of you and your stupid soulmate. After a second or so the male turned his head to check and see if there was anyone behind him that you could have possibly been talking to, the look of utter confusion still on his face.

“Are you talking to me?” He questioned once his gaze returned to you. You noticed that he was now adjusting so that he stood a bit taller, probably attempting to seem more intimidating as he stared you down.

“Yeah, i already met that one,” pointing your thumb towards Hyungwon, who wasn’t really paying attention to either of you anymore. “You’re new though.”

“Say you, this is my house. So I’m pretty sure you would be considered the new one here.” He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. You weren’t too sure, but it almost felt like he was sizing you up. You had to stop yourself from snorting in laughter at the almost incredulous look on his face.

“Well I’ve never seen you before, sooo you’re new.”

“He’s a homebody who hides in his room during parties.” The two of you glanced over at Hyungwon, who had decided to speak up once again. The shorter male let out a gasp of indignation, and almost looked like he was about to stomp his foot. “Now can you two take your flirting away from my set up? You’re killing my vibe.”

Now that hand you bursting at the seams, holding your stomach as the other male yelled at Hyungwon, something about respecting his elders and such. Hyungwon seemed pretty unbothered by it and just grinned a bit, making a shooing motion with his hands before he returned his attention to his set up.

“You heard the man, let’s go hamster boy.” You reached over and grabbed his forearm and began dragging the male towards the kitchen, where you might be able to talk to him in private.

“H-Hamster?!”

“Yeah your cheeks puffed up like one when you got angry. It was cute.”

Since you weren’t facing him, you couldn’t see his reaction to your statement but you definitely heard the loud exclamation of denial from him. This prompted another round of laughter from you.

Entering the kitchen, you released his arm and grabbed one of the still sealed bottles of liquor (better safe than roofied) and poured a glass for the two of you, introducing yourself as you handed him the cup.

“Kihyun.” he returned the introduction as he took the glass, giving it almost a dirty look before he took a long swig of it.

That’s how it all started. Turns out the two of you...well were complete opposites, but despite this you actually hit it off pretty well. He was just easy to talk to, even when he was nagging you to get off the counter when you had decided to take a seat there.

As the drinks ran, the night blurred, but you didn’t care. You would wake up tomorrow, sober and lacking a hangover, in your own bed. Just like you had been doing for the past two weeks. This thought was probably why you found yourself making out with the man, his lips plush and malleable against your own and the noises he made were sinfully delicious.

***

A loud scream.

That was what woke you up today, not your usual class alarm...but a human scream. You winced, head throbbing as you tried to figure out what exactly was going on. Things hadn’t changed since these loops started, so why would they switch up now?...Unless.

Your eyes snapped open and you forced yourself to sit up, which was a bad idea as you felt a wave of nausea hit you. Glancing around, you noticed that this was...definitely not your room. Needless to say, you were confused.

As you looked around you found the source of the loud scream was none other than Kihyun, basically naked. If you were more awake you would probably be freaking out just as he currently was, but you were exhausted and your head was pounding.

“What are you doing here?!” He exclaimed, eyes wide as saucers as he stared at you. The noise level causes you to wince, clutching your head at the hangover.

“Well...that’s what I’m trying to figure out.” You retorted, looking around a bit and trying to find your phone as you ignored the babbling from Kihyun. Thankfully it was on the dresser next to you, checking the time you saw it was around noon and you were definitely late for your class, but what really hit you was the date.

“It’s...thursday? Wait, but it’s supposed to still be Wednesday,” You muttered, more to yourself than to Kihyun.

“Excuse me??” Glancing back over at Kihyun, you were surprised by the sudden change of attitude but you were definitely grateful for the softer tone of voice. “It can’t be thursday, it’s been wednesday for almost two weeks now!”

Now it was your turn to be baffled, well more than you already were.

“You know that it was wednesday for two weeks?!”

“Yes! It was hell having to deal with that stupid party for this long!” Your heart practically stopped at those words, things connecting as best as they could in your current state.

“Did...Did I have a drunken one night stand with my fucking soulmate?”

If there was a list, for the worst ways to find out your soulmate. Then this moment would definitely be at the top of that list.

***

“That is actually disgusting. I can’t believe you two are my parents.” You laughed as your daughter fake gagged at your words.

“Hey don’t complain, I didn’t tell you all the details like I did with your Auntie Handong. I spared you because you’re my kid. Remember that,” You joked, wrapping your arm around the young girl’s shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. Kihyun laughing from his spot on the couch as he watched the two of you, calling across the room.

“Now hurry and go get dressed. Your timer is almost out, and you wanna make a better first impression than they did.”

“You are never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nope, never.”

#Monsta x x reader #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #mx x reader #mx imagines #mx scenarios #Yoo kihyun x reader #yoo kihyun imagines #yoo kihyun scenario #kihyun x reader #kihyun imagines #kihyun scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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muddy-t-wheels · 3 years

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(Please ignore me) So I had this dream a few weeks ago, and it’s been stuck in my head since then...

Very quick summary: Our world combines with MHA Universe, I become an Art/English teacher at UA (more of an assistant teacher for Present Mic), and I was reminded of how stubborn people can be. Also soulmates exist in this world for some reason...

So in the dream, both worlds were collided, and faster than you can blink, anything MHA related was whipped from the face of the earth, and while it took a while- everyone silently agreed to not speak of the fandom/content for a very long time. Which of course was very sad, but it is what it is. One of the more common trends that happened was that anyone from our world was as “Qurikless as it gets”. It also came to the attention of everyone in both worlds that while soulmate marks don’t exist in our world, apparently they did in the MHA world.

A few years later, I had become an established teacher, specifically due to the fact that many students seemed to be drawn to me, even if I hadn’t taught them at all. One day, I had gotten an email from someone in Japan, asking if I would be interested in a teaching for the future heroes of Japan at “U.A. High school”. While I was surprised, and thought it was BS (for obvious reason), I decided to respond for the fuck of it, YOLO.

But low and fucking behold, the email turned out to be legit. Principal Nezu and I started exchanging emails back and forth until plans were formed. I had become fluent in Japanese, got a house to call home where I could move in with my mom and sister (we are all very close). Eventually it was agreed that I would assist Hizashi Yamada with teaching English (grammar wise) but I was also going to be the art teachers. I the day came up when I went and met with Nezu and I vividly remember the ending question of the meeting.

Incase you can see the image: (Nezu: Alright, so all the paperwork is filled out, I do need to ask this, since you’re quirkless and all... How will you defend your students?)

(Me: Ah yes, I thought a good bit about this and I came up with some ideas!)

(Me: I went ahead and got a permit to carry a specialized gun! The gun can shoot tranquilizer darts. The darts can stun most people for roughly one hour. Of course, I can understand if you or others dislike this idea so I also started taking Wing Chun class-)

Yes, I know conceal carry permits don’t really exist like they do in America but it was a dream ^^”

(Nezu: Oh no, you’re fine, just make sure the students don’t see it!

Me: Wha- I mean, of course, but will the guardians of students be okay with this?

Nezu: Ignorance is bliss now have you thought about what your “quirk” should be? From what your references told me, I think “Mom” could be a good one!)

We had spoken about me faking a quirk to see how long it would take anyone (outside of the faculty of course) to notice that I was indeed quirkless.

(Me: ...

Nezu: ... Do you not like “Mom”?)

This then led to us discussing what my “quirk” would be. We had agreed on calling it “Mom” and essentially allowed me to release a caring/nurturing aura that made most people feel drawn to me in the sense of seeing me as a “mother figure”. With it, the “quirk” it allowed me to be in tune with certain individuals that I grow close with and could vaguely sense if they were in great distress.

After this I was brought to the teacher’s lounge and introduced to all the other staff members. When the principal left, I sat and talked with the teachers of 1A, who eventually asked who came up with the fake “quirk” idea, and when I told them the reactions were defiantly mixed...

(Aizawa: You... You’ve got to be kidding me!

Me: I wish I was...

Hizashi: OMFG! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! HAHAHAHAH-

Me: That makes three of us-

Toshinori : ...

Me: Four of us... ow my ears)

Not too long afterwards, I became an official member of the U.A. staff. Nothing too major happened for a few years had passed, and one winter morning I was getting ready for work when my sister came into my room to do something (idk what) but then asked when I got a tattoo on my back. Confused, I questioned what she was talking about, she took a picture and showed me the image. Sure enough; there was a blue flame on my left shoulder, a purple heart in on my spine, and a red wing on my right shoulder... defiantly looked like a tattoo!

We did some quick research we learned that at the age of 16, people from the world of quirks would get their soulmate marks. However, all soulmates must reach the age of 16 before the other soulmates get their marks. Another thing we learned was that once the marks appeared, soulmates would be able to talk with each other via their minds. We also learned that it was becoming more and more common for people in our world to get soulmate marks!

With all this information, it started to get me worried. I was 22 (going based off the year), and if one of my soulmates just turned 16 then there was a bit of an age gap. Don’t get me wrong, it could’ve been bigger but it irked me a little. I also realized that the marks were sensitive to certain fabrics, so I had to quickly change the shirt I was wearing.

Soon enough I began to hear my soulmates’ voices, I had two, and they would “talk” often. Apparently they knew each other and already had an established relationship, so I kept quiet for a bit... until one of them made a bad joke that caused me to snort and respond to the terrible joke. Yeah, it freaked them out at first, but it got us talking, and we learned things about each other!

Eventually years flew by, I was an established teacher at UA and I had fallen into a routine. I knew who my soulmates were (Hawks and Dabi (incase it wasn’t painfully obvious)), they didn’t hide their identities very well, and I had somehow managed to keep my identity mostly under wraps (idk how (I’m very talkative) but they always asked questions about me). They would constantly pester me so that they could know more about me, and I would just... keep quiet.

At one point, I had stated that it would probably be better if the two forget about me, saying that I was shoe horned into their relationship because of the worlds colliding. If it hadn’t my mark wouldn’t be on their backs, so I got some medication that would help remove myself from their relationship. It started working, after roughly a year or so (at least going based on the calendars nearby) their marks and voices were starting to fade.

During the year of me teaching class 1A (and protecting my students from various villian attacks) I eventually met them in person (begrudgingly). Thankfully they didn’t seem to recognize my voice, however I did get the idea that could sense something was off cause I noticed they would be nearby. So I got in contact with a close friend of my and called in a favor. We went to school together and were constantly mistaken for couples because I was very affectionate while he would throw hands with someone if they got too close for his liking. So I asked if he would join me for a “date” so that some people would potentially get a hint and leave me alone.

He agreed and came to Japan and we went to the U.A.’s school festival together, we even went the extra mile and got matching fake tattoos so they would act as our “soulmate marks”. Surprisingly it worked- when the students asked who he was I stated he was my date (which wasn’t a lie). Eventually, I had stepped away to go get us something to drink, but when I had returned I saw he was being confronted by two people.

I sighed trying to think of what I could do before getting and idea. I had begun to shake the two soda cans before walking up to the two individuals and getting their attention, once they turned to me, I opened the cans and sprayed it in their faces. They stumbled back in response, obviously caught off guard, I stated that they need to cool down and began to walk away with my friend in tow. I got us something else to drink, and we continued on with the festival.

We enjoyed the rest of the festival and waited to see Eri and Aizawa off, before we left, we were approached by some of my students who wanted to know my relationship with my friends. We looked around, making sure that we were in the clear before confessing that we were just friends. That this was all just a ploy to get some people of my back and to hopefully stop pestering me. We even showed that the tattoos we were wearing were fake, everyone seemed to understand and agreed to keep it under wraps.

Thankfully things seemed to flow smoothly from there on, nothing to crazy happened. However, one day I was doing some training and decided to take a break. I was wearing a simple tanktop and sweats, which wasn’t too bad, since the soulmate mark was almost completely faded at this point, it would take a keen eye to see the remains of the “tattoo”. I was lost in my own world when two soda cans were dropped into my lap, two voice stated that I looked like I needed to cool down.

I had frozen up and slowly looked up to see that both Hawks and Dabi were standing behind me, I gave a weak smile with an equally nervously chuckle. I quickly got up to get away from them, but I was grabbed just as quickly, and thrown to the grown with them still standing over me. I sighed and chuckled once again and held my hands up by head.

The last thing I remember was me saying, “Alright, alright, you caught me, but the mark is almost gone so if you two just waited a little bit longer, you wouldn’t have me as a soulmate anymore. So why on Earth are you two still chasing me?”

Dabi smirked, “Probably cause we wanted you to be our soulmate! Fucking idiot- If you thought we were just going to leave you alone after you stated that we would be better off without you then we have some serious problems.”

Hawks chuckled, “Yeah, but don’t worry, we figured out a way to fix this, it just requires a lot of lovin from us! We gotta get that mark bright and vivid again!”

AND THEN I WOKE UP!

#my art #digital art #MHA #I was so disoriented when I woke up!#I actually talked with my friend about this and he confirmed that he would do this for me #Obviously he'd want compensation but we'd come to an agreement #I'm probably gonna draw some stuff for it #hoping that if I do that it'll get out of my head ;-;#Guess I'm making an OC... that's one way to make a self-insert OC

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khlowx · 3 years

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Whumptober 2020 ! (Haikyuu!!)

Prompt list by Angsy_Cheez-it on Wattpad.

English isn’t my first language sorry if there are mistakes.

Warnings : Multiple several alternate universes - neighbors, roommates, bar/pub, stangers, aftermath of violence, assault, blood, bruises, injuries, gentleness, help, pre-poly, pre-relationship, flirt, potential death, shock...

Day 26 : Broken ribs. (Bokuto/Akaashi/Kuroo/Tsukishima)

The laughs were loud in the pub. The place was crowded like every Friday nights. Kuroo sighed as he hung up his black apron in the employees’ room. Terushima had just freed him from his night shift a few seconds ago. The clock on the wall was showing a good three in the morning. Repressing another sigh, the black-haired man waved goodbye at his friend throughout the open door and exited the establishment by the back. He shivered from the cold night and took one or two steps in the black alley that leaded to the front of the bar and to the street. His body froze before he could process what was happening. All his senses were on alert, the feeling of danger omnipresent. Then he heard it. Muffled whimpers of pain and rushed breaths. Without thinking of what could be behind the big dumpster, the rooster head trotted to the source of the noises.

There was a blond guy with glasses in a really bad shape, seated on the cold floor. His glasses were twisted and wobbling on his nose, blood was dripping from his split lip and bruises were forming almost all over the skin Tetsurou could see. He knelled besides the poor boy, startling him slightly.

“- You’re alright pal ?

- Do I look alright ? the other spat in return.

- Well no, obviously. Kuroo chuckled awkwardly. Do you want me to call an ambulance ?”

At this, the injured man shook his head vehemently. After calming him and assuring him that he would not call the emergencies, the bartender helped him to his feet. Except, that the blond wasn’t able to stand by himself. The brunette’s mind was racing. He clearly couldn’t let this dude alone on the sidewalk and his lip was still bleeding even with the tissue pressed to it for a ten minutes.

“- Come to my place, I’ll heal you.” he murmured.

The other’s eyes shot up and he just stared at his rescuer, dumbfounded. When this latter insisted and slid a hand around his waist to support him, he winced and looked down again.

“- Yeah, okay. Thanks. the blond wheezed, suffering.

- No need to thank me, that’s normal.”

With that, they began to walk slowly, Tetsurou still helping the hurt boy. They chatted a bit on the way to the bartender’s flat. He learned that this unknown person’s name was Tsukishima Kei, he was twenty-three and had been assaulted by a hooligan whom wanted his wallet, phone and so on. He had been left with nothing, next to the pub a few seconds before the raven found him. When they finally arrived, Tsukishima was breathless, grimacing and sweating. Understandable.

“- I live on the second floor, you’re gonna be okay ? the older one asked worriedly.

- Hm, I think so.

- ‘kay, let me open the door and I’ll help you after.”

When Kei’s back touched the wall of the building, his brows furrowed. He was biting hard on his bottom lip, aggravating the bleeding. Thankfully, Kuroo retrieved him quickly like he had say.

“- Bro ! I was starting to wonder if you had found a one night st- wow. Who’s that ? You look awful, mate. What happened ?

- Thanks. the stranger snorted at Bokuto’s question.

- Bo, that’s Tsuki. Tsuki, I present you my roommate : Bokuto Koutarou. I found him next to the pub in that state.

- It’s Tsukish-

- Man, really ? I don’t know who you annoyed, but he didn’t miss you ! That’s for sure !”

The gray-haired man whistled, analyzing his surprise guest from head to toe. Tetsurou leaded the blond to the couch where the latter sat happily. He listened barely to the discussion of the two roommates, closing his eyes tightly. He only opened them when he heard the door shut.

“- He’s going to ask our beautiful neighbor if he has some meds and stuff like that ‘cuz I totally forgot we didn’t have all of that. Kuroo explained with a smirk.

- Beautiful ? Kei repeated, skeptical.

- Breath taking. A cold beauty like an angel fallen from heaven.

- Sounds a little exaggerated in my opinion.”

The owner of the place just laughed. A few seconds later, Bokuto returned with a man that seemed to have fallen indeed, but rather from his bed than any mystic high place. Their arms were full of bands, disinfectant and other things.

“- Akaashi, long time no see !

- Not even twenty-four hours, Kuroo-san. the aforementioned responded, deadpanned.

- You sound tired. You should sleep at night, we wouldn’t want your pretty face to be messed up with dark circles under your eyes. the rooster head flirted obviously.

- You’d always be gorgeous either way, ‘Kaashi ! Koutarou chimed in, leaving his stuff on the coffee table.

- I was sleeping until someone woke me up abruptly. the newcomer replied between gritted teeth.

- I think that’s my fault, actually. Sorry.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to Tsukishima. After the presentations had been done once again, the four men made their way to the bathroom and put themselves at work. In fact, Kei just sat on the tub and waited here. Keiji was kneeling in front of him, busy with his lip while Tetsurou was holding a pack of ice under his eye, a thing he could do himself but the other had insisted. Bokuto was against the sink, watching them attentively. The flirt went on all the time the care lasted, sometimes including the not-so-stranger-anymore.

“- Are you hurt anywhere else Tsuki ? the beefiest one of all asked when the younger got up and winced once again.

- No, I’m good.

- Are you s-

- Great ! Let’s watch a movie then ! the bartender exclaimed, applauding enthusiastically.

- At… five in the morning, really ? Akaashi yawned.

- It’s always the good time for a good movie, ‘Kaashi.” the other decreed, then winked and brought them back to the sofa.

The blond didn’t have the energy to go back to his place right now and even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he was enjoying the three men’s company. They had saved him after all, and they didn’t have to. Not to mention that they were quite attractive.

Koutarou opted for a Disney, not really surprising. Somehow, it made sense with his childish behavior. So they all got comfy while The Princess and the Frog was downloading. They watched it in relative silence, Akaashi stuck between the owners of the pace and Tsuki next to Kuroo. Half-way through the film, the oldest were already asleep. Bokuto was curled against Keiji’s side, drooling on his shirt, and Kuroo’s head had fallen on the youngest’s shoulder. When TV only showed a black screen, the clock was showing a quarter past seven.

“- You should sleep.

- I can’t. I have to go home, my own roommate is probably freaked out.

- Why didn’t you want to go the hospital earlier ?”

Kei was silent for a moment. It was a legit question and he felt like he owned an answer to the man that had woken up in the middle of the night to help him.

“- My brother works there. I don’t want to see him.

- You should consider it, I saw how you seem to suffer every time you move.

- Yeah, probably.”

The blond got up, placing the Tetsurou’s head on the awake man’s shoulder.

“- What are you doing ?

- I told you already, I’m going home. Sorry for leaving you with them like that and for everything else, I guess.

- Tsukishima-

- Have a nice day, Akaashi-san. I owe you one, but a least I know where Kuroo-san works.”

He slipped out by the door after putting his shoes on and disappeared out of Keiji’s sight. This latter sighed and closed his eyes, decided to have some deserved rest finally.

A couple of days passed without any news of the injured boy they had met. Until that one night when their neighbor burst in the roommates’ apartment. He was visibly shocked and trembling. He held out his phone for the two others to check the article he was previously reading, without a word.

“- A young man found dead in the streets of Tokyo, three days ago. Koutarou read out loud.

- He seemed to have been assaulted the night before, and had been healed by someone. However, his several broken ribs perforated his lungs and he died from asphyxiation.”

Just under these few written sentences figured a picture of the dead : juvenile face, glasses and blond hair.

#whumptober #2020 #whumptober2020 #angst #haikyuu!!#bokuakakurotsuki #Bokuto Koutarou #akaashi keiji #Kuroo Tetsurou #tsukishima kei #bokuto x akaashi x kuroo x tsukishima

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shadow-assassin-blix · 4 years

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A Picture is a Poem Without Words

CHAPTER 4

A/N: Gif of Jessica Lowndes is from @lowndsiercs. Usual canon type violence. I am not a medical expert, and I’ve never broken a bone before, so I legit have no idea how accurate the descriptions I used are.

“Speak”

‘Thought’

“Spanish”

Blix woke up the next morning to her satellite phone going off. She blearily reached over to answer it, “Hello?”

“Boss. Another museum was hit. La Tertulia. The team is on their way there now. Shall I pick you up?” Came Theo’s voice rushed.

“Shit. No. I’ll make my way over there, need to be somewhat sneaky about it. My neighbors are too damn nosy. Already think I’m dating my CI, don’t need for them to see another man coming to pick me up,” She explained as she jumped out of bed, and started throwing clothes on. “I’ll see you in about 10 mins.”

She hung up and tossed her phone onto her bed so she could finish getting dressed. Two minutes later she was walking down the road to catch a cab. It did not take the cab very long to drop her off at the entrance of the museum. She made her way inside, and toward the crime scene in the archives.

She spotted Theo squatting down examining a piece of evidence with a pair of forceps.

“What do we got so far, Theo?” She asked as she stepped up to him.

“Not much. Just like the last couple of robberies. The cameras got a clear view of 5 men, but not of their faces. They kept their heads down almost the entire time,” Theo informed her as he set the piece of what appeared to be plastic.

“Almost?” She questioned with an eyebrow raised.

Theo smiled conspiratorially “We got a clear view of at least one them. We have already sent his photo off to figure out who he is.”

“Perfection. Now do we know what was stolen?” She inquired as she looked around.

Many of the crates were ripped opened with straw thrown about. However, as she looked into them, she couldn’t see anything actually missing.

There was one crate that looked awkwardly placed. As she inspected it, she noted that serial number painted on it, did not match the style of the crates around her.

She walked over to one of the evidence kits that held a power drill. She quietly undid the screws holding the top down. As it came loose, she knelt down, gently lifting the lid, inspecting it for any wires. Upon seeing nothing, she slid the top off.

As she stood back up, her breath caught in her throat. She could see something lighting up. She moved the straw packaging away, to reveal a bomb, that was at 45 seconds.

“Everyone! Get out! GET OUT NOW!” She yelled once it had fully registered. “It’s a bomb!”

She heard multiple pairs of feet scrambling to get out and she looked around. ‘I’m too far from the door. I’m not going to make it.’

She saw a gap amongst the crates and dived for it as the timer reached 10 seconds. She buried herself amongst them and wrapped her arms around her head to protect it.

*BOOM*

The blast sent crates crashing everywhere. Theo who had made it outside, and dove for the cement, shook off the glass that had fallen onto his body as he stood up.

“Blix? Anyone seen her? Blix? BLIX!” Theo called out looking around trying to find her.

Theo waved his hands in front of his face, trying to clear the smoke and debris around him. He turned his head left and right trying to find her.

Upon realization that she was not outside, he came to the horrifying conclusion that she had been inside. He coughs several times, trying to clear his lungs, as he made his way back to the entrance.

There were several crates on fire, and there were many that were collapsed on top of each other. Others were getting ready to crash to the ground, teeter this way and that. He made his way toward where the explosive crate was at. He tried squinting to see where she may have gone.

As he turned in circles, looking everywhere, he spied something. A hand. He rushed over to it, pushing fragments of wood off to unveil Blix, underneath it all.

“Blix! Boss! Can you hear me?” Theo exclaimed as he tried to survey the damage done to her.

She groaned loudly, “Have I… ever told you… how much I… hate this job?”

Theo chuckled and sighed in relief. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

“My foot… its pinned,” she noted with pain as she tried to move.

He looked at where her feet would be and began digging it out from under the rubble. “you have a large bronze statue on your foot,” he said after a moment. “Hold on.”

Theo wrapped his arms around the statue and began to lift it with a grunt. He was able to lift it up to a point, but he couldn’t fully lift it off. He shoved it off to the side, so it was no longer pinning her down.

She sighed in relief at the pressure being removed, “Theo. I would… very much… like to get... out of…” She trailed off as she passed out.

Theo swore and quickly picked her up, so he could carry her out.

“Damn girl… do you ever eat? No. That’s a dumb question, I’ve seen you out eat half the guys on the team,” He muttered as he adjusted her in his arms.

He carried her out as swiftly as he could and once he had stepped outside he called for a medic. The situation outside was chaotic, as everyone tried to assess the damage that had been done.

Paramedics came up to him with a stretcher and he set her on it. They began checking her vitals and securing her to it. They rushed off with her to a nearby ambulance and as much as he wished he could follow, he had to deal with the crime scene before him.

Hours later, Blix was resting comfortably in a hospital room. She was still unconscious when Theo finally was able to check in on her. He had been dealing with multiple phone calls to the embassy, and members of the DEA and Search Bloc asking for details. He was exhausted by the time he collapsed in the chair next to her bed.

The doctor had explained to him that she had busted her head open, broke some things, and she had a piece of wood pierce her side that they had to surgically remove. Beyond that she had various bruises, scrapes, and sprains.

They had her on some pretty heavy pain meds which meant she probably was going to be sleeping the rest of the night, but he did not wish to leave her alone. So, he made himself as comfortable as he could in the small plastic chair that sat in her room and fell into a light sleep.

It was in the early hours of the morning when Blix finally stirred. She groaned in pain as she shifted, jostling her many injuries unintentionally.

She looked over to the side and spied Theo sitting there.

“Theo,” she croaked, before trying to clear her throat as irritants made themselves known.

He jerked awake and blinked rapidly, looking around. His eyes eventually landed on her and he sighed with relief.

“Hey. How you feeling?” He asked leaning forward.

“Like shit. Theo. Go home. You smell like you were in an explosion,” She responded after a moment, trying to adjust herself gently.

He snorted and replied jokingly, “Really? Strange.”

He looked at her for a long moment and said with concern, “I don’t want to leave you alone here. I’m fine with staying.”

She smiled tiredly, and assured, “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Go get yourself cleaned up. I’ll probably be passing back out here in a moment anyway. I’m sure Anita is worried about her husband.”

“She knows where I’m at. I’ll… I’ll get cleaned up and then check back on you around noon, yeah?” He conceded with a sigh.

She nodded her head once before slowly drifting off to sleep again. Theo made his way out and back home.

When Blix woke again, she could feel the sunlight on her face. She squinted her eyes and scrunched up her face as sleep left her. She could hear movement as she became aware of her surroundings.

She finally pried her eyes opened and looked around. Who she saw was not who she was expecting.

“Pacho?” She whispered as she rubbed her eyes to clear them.

“Hi sweetness. How are you feeling?” He softly asked as he took a seat on the bed.

“I’ve had better days, I will say,” She answered as she tried to push herself up into a sitting position.

He reached over and gently lifted her up, adjusting her pillow so she was comfortable.

She thanked him quietly and sighed heavily. Before she could say much else, the nurse walked in.

“Oh! You’re awake! Good. Let me go get your doctor,” She exclaimed before stepping back out for a moment.

She walked back in with a doctor, and as the doctor spoke with Blix, she checked the machines that were hooked up to her.

“Hello, Miss Lage. I am Doctor Garza. Tell me what is your current pain level?” He introduced before asking.

“Umm. About 5. Maybe a 6. So, what’s the damage report?” She asked wanting to know what had happened to her.

“Well. Miss Lage to begin with you have quite the bump to your head. We shall be checking on you throughout the day to make sure you do not have a concussion. We had to surgically remove a chunk of wood that had imbedded itself in your side. There are some broken bones in your left foot, and it has been placed into a cast. Beyond that, your ribs are bruised, and have various other bruises, scrapes on your body. Your right wrist also was sprained at some point. If I may say so, you are very lucky to be alive,” He explained gesturing to each wound as he spoke.

She hummed softly, “Just more scars to add to the list.”

Pacho took her hand in his and gently brushed his thumb over the back of her hand. She smiled at him weakly.

“Maria here will be taking your vitals, and checking you for any symptoms of a concussion,” Doctor Garza finished. “Please let me know if you need anything else.”

Maria then began to check her eyes and ask her questions about herself, and the date/time, etc. She wasn’t quite sure of the time since there wasn’t a clock, she just knew it was early.

The conversation took about 5 minutes, before the nurse than made sure she was comfortable, and not feeling pain. She then left after jotting down some notes.

Once they were alone again, Blix sighed, “I hate hospitals. Hate being stuck in them. I wouldn’t by chance be able to talk you into a jailbreak, would I?”

He chuckled at my question. “Very tempted lovely. I think you should stay here at least for a day.”

“Boo. You’re no fun,” she pouted.

He simply shook his head at me and simply said, “I took the liberty of paying for all of the expenses. You have nothing to worry about. I will also be picking you up when you are released, and I shall take care of you.”

“Oh. Pacho. No. You don’t have to do that honey. I can take care of myself just fine,” She denied his offer with a shake of her head

“Yes, I am well aware you can take care of yourself but... isn’t it about time someone took care of you?” He said with a smirk and a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh. Wow.” She breathed, not expecting that response. “That’s… that’s a good line. That might have even earned you a yes.”

“It’s not a line, darling, it’s purely for selfish reason. Need to keep my favorite agent alive. No use to me dead,” Pacho said dryly.

She stared at him for a moment, slightly surprised. She shook her head, looking away. ‘Unbelievable.’

“Right. Forgot. To you I’m nothing more than a pawn. You should go. My coworkers will probably be here soon,” She dismissed him not sparing him another glance.

He narrowed his eyes at her and reached up to grab her chin and turned her head back to him.

“If you were merely a pawn, I would’ve just sent flowers,” He informed her annoyed.

His eyes scanned her face for a second, before he pressed his lips to hers. She didn’t respond in kind and as he pulled away, he quietly muttered, “Don’t be like that.”

“I was serious. My coworkers will be coming to check on me soon. You should get back to work… or whatever it is you do during the day. Thank you for coming to see me, and for paying the bill. I’ll be sure to pay you back,” She said softly in response, wishing to avoid any conflict.

“I’m sure that I will see you soon. I believe you mentioned something about giving me more details on König? Plus, you owe me an explanation on your dealings with him,” She concluded with a faint smile.

“Okay. I will go. I was serious though. I wish to take care of you while you heal. Allow me that simple pleasure,” He gently pleaded stroking his knuckles over her jaw.

She nodded her head after a moment, and gives him a small, chaste kiss. He took his leave a moment later.

Not 10 minutes had passed before her coworkers walked in, carrying various flowers, balloons and bears.

“Good lord. Guys! What is this?” She laughed.

“Us, showing our appreciation over the best boss, who risked her life to save ours and wound up in a hospital bed,” Cynthia happily replied as she started to set things around her. “Ooh. It appears you’ve already had a visitor I see!”

Blix looked over to where she was looking at confused. Next to her bed was a bouquet of roses and lilies, in a beautiful shade of pink.

She gaped at the flowers, before reaching over to grab the note attached to them.

“Something to make you smile, darling. – P.”

She bit her lip, as a smile appeared on her face. “Bastard.” She whispered.

“Who are these from? Girl, you’ve been holding out on us!” Cynthia teased.

“Just a friend,” Blix said vaguely.

“A friend? A friend who paid probably $500 for these flowers, given where they are from? One of the most expensive flower shops in the city, and he’s ‘just a friend,’” Cynthia replied with a scoff.

“It’s… it’s complicated. That’s all I can really say,” Blix tried to explain.

They all took seats and began chitchatting. It had been awhile since she had felt so relax and laughed genuinely.

Throughout their visit, the nurse would come in and check on her, or bring her a meal.

As the day was ending, Blix couldn’t help the yawns that kept rising up. Theo noticed that it was getting late and announced that they should probably leave and let Blix rest. They all said their goodbyes one by one, until it was just Theo.

“By the way boss, the ambassador wants you to take 2 weeks off to heal. No exceptions,” He informed her wincing, expecting her to get upset.

She nodded and said “I expected that. It’s okay. I am not going to be able to do much with this foot anyway.”

Theo nodded back and waved goodbye. She sighed at the silence of the room, and gently wiggled her body to lie further down.

She was staring at the flowers that she was left, and she couldn’t help the smile that crept as she admired them.

“I take it you like them?” She heard a voice gently ask.

She jumped as she flicked her eyes back over to the door. Pacho stood there, his hands in his pockets as he sauntered over.

“Yes. I do like them. They are very beautiful,” She thanked him as scooted over to make room for him to sit.

“I… may have said something in poor taste earlier. And I wish to apologize for that,” he admitted as he sat down.

“Oh? Is that so?” Blix said loftily.

“Yes. I am sorry. I did not mean to sound uncaring. Nor did I mean it to sound like I thought you were a simple pawn,” He apologized quietly.

“Thank you. I uh.. I’m sorry for getting upset like I did. It’s not like we are dating or anything. Just because we slept together doesn’t mean that I’m suddenly someone of great importance to you,” She said with a wince as she thought back to that morning.

“Oh sweetness, when are you going to realize? I meant what I said earlier. If you were of no importance, I would have just sent flowers. Not bring them myself and check up on you personally,” He stated firmly with a kiss.

“Would… would it bother you if I asked you to stay a while? At least until I fell asleep?” Blix requested after a moment.

“No, it would not bother me at all,” He responded with a soft smile.

He laid down on the bed as best as he could, on his side, curling an arm around her, as his other tucked itself under her pillow. She wrapped her arms around him as best as she could and buried her face into his chest and neck. She fell asleep in minutes.

The next morning, she woke up alone, and spent the day making calls from the hospital phone to check in with Javier, Horacio, and her bosses.

Beyond that she spent the day, being checked on and having tests run to make sure everything was okay. By that evening she was cleared for release.

As she was rolled out to the front of the hospital with a bag full of meds and bandages, true to his word, Pacho stood there leaning against his Thunderbird.

He walked over to her and helped her up. “Hello dear.”

She smiled in response as she slowly stood and took the crutches that were being handed to her. She made her way over to his car and he followed behind her. He helped her inside and waited till she was situated before closing the door.

He got in and drove off. “I was thinking that we go by your place. You get whatever you need for work, and then you come home with me. Tomorrow, we will sit down and talk with Gilberto and Miguel about König and what we know about him,” He proposed as he reached over to hold her hand.

“Pacho. You’ve already done too much. Plus, I plan to give back the “tip” you three gave me. I am perfectly fine with taking care of myself,” Blix protested with a small sigh.

“I truly hate repeating myself, beautiful. I wish to take care of you, so accept it,” He said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

They pulled up to her house soon afterwards. He helped her grabbed the 5 files she still had sitting out and placed them in the trunk of his car. As she stepped into her office, to grab her notes, he leaned against the door frame and whistled at the sight he saw.

“A bit obsessed, I see?” He wondered with wide eyes.

She looked at him and then at her wall, and simply mouthed “A little bit” complete with hand motion.

He strode up to the wall, and examined it further, noting with a smirk that she had pinned the photos he sent her on the wall as well.

She had gathered what notes and pens she would need for her conversation tomorrow with the brothers.

“Is that everything?” Pacho inquired.

“I mean, I still need to get clothes and such. My sat phone,” She listed looking at him confused.

“Get your phone. I will provide you with clothes, unless of course you wish to wander around my home naked? Which… I wouldn’t protest,” He flirted pulling her closer to him.

She shook her head at him, and as she started to move past him, she realized, “My phone is upstairs…”

“Get back to the car, I’ll get it for you,” He offered with a chuckle.

She made her way back out, thankful that she only had 3 steps to go down as she hobbled outside. She held the notes close to her chest as she opened the door, and practically collapsed onto the seat.

She took a moment to breathe, the pain meds she had taken before she left the hospital were slowly wearing off, and an ache was building up in her chest and side.

Pacho had at this point left the house and made sure it was locked behind him. He made his way around to her side and helped her straighten up, moving the crutches out of her way. He gave her a quick kiss once she was settled.

He got into the car and took off, leaving the city behind them and steering toward the countryside. They drove for about an hour before finally turning onto a dirt path that led to a large mansion. He parked in the garage, next to several other sports cars and his motorcycles.

He escorted her out and into the house, depositing her into a kitchen chair. He left to go speak with some of his men, while his chef placed a plate of food before her. She thanked him before digging in. It wasn’t until the first bite, that she realized just how hungry she was, and she began to scarf the food down.

Pacho walked in and laughed at her, “The food isnt running away from you honey. You can enjoy it, ya know?”

She slowed back down, her cheeks warming with slight embarrassment.

“Sorry. The hospital didn’t exactly give the finest of meals, while I was there,” She admitted, after swallowing the food that was in her mouth.

“Don’t apologize. I like a woman with a healthy appetite,” He waved her apology off, as he took a seat next to her.

“So, when will Miguel and Gilberto arrive tomorrow?” She asked as she took smaller bites.

”About noon. Chepe will be with them as well. This weekend we are entertaining members of the Guadalajara Cartel,” He answered, his eyes rolling at the last part.

“Oh. Don’t like the Mexican cartel eh?” She guessed.

“Gallardo is a pain in the ass, who thinks he can outsmart us. His whole cartel is a sham. A powder-keg waiting to be lit,” He seethed, shaking his head.

She snickered at him, before noticing a man standing behind him. “Hi?”

Pacho looked behind him and motioned him forward.

“This is Diego, he’s my…” Pacho introduced before trailing off, awkwardly.

Blix looked at the dark-skinned man, who looked to be around her age as well, and noticed how he leaned into Pacho. She understood what he was trying to say.

“Boyfriend? Lover? Paramour? Pacho. Its fine. I’m well aware of your preference. This doesn’t change anything,” Blix supplied with a smile. “Hello. I’m Blix.”

She held out her hand to shake. Diego looked her up and down, before responding, “Hmm. Bit of a stepdown from your usual. Whatever happened to sleeping with the most beautiful women possible? A bit subpar don’t you think?”

She blinked in response, not expecting that at all.

“Diego,” Pacho admonished.

“No. It’s… it’s not the worst insult I’ve had thrown at me. He’s entitled to his opinion,” She mumbled looking away, her appetite gone.

“So. Where exactly am I staying?” She asked wanting to escape the awkwardness.

Pacho got up and whispered something to Diego angrily, before leading her through the large open living room, to the grand staircase.

The crutches were long forgotten and abandoned in the kitchen, and she limped after Pacho and took the stairs slowly. The cast she had on wasn’t a full plaster cast, it was meant to give some flexibility. So, while it was uncomfortable to walk on, it wasn’t painful.

He led her upstairs and to the left, leading her to a bedroom that was probably bigger than her entire first floor of her house.

“I’m sorry about Diego. I don’t… I don’t know why he would say that,” Pacho apologized as they stepped into the room.

“Its fine. Seriously. I don’t expect any of your men to be happy that I’m here. Least of all the man that you are in a relationship with,” She waved it off. “Like I said, he’s not the first to say something about my looks, he won’t be the last.”

“True. But I know it bothered you more than you let on,” Pacho observed pulling her close to him. “You’ve created quite the thick skin to deflect most of the comments people make about your scars. But it still gets you at times. I saw the look in your eyes. The way you closed in on yourself with that one comment.”

She doesn’t respond. Honestly, she didn’t know how to. It wasn’t very often when someone was able to point out her tells.

“I will talk to Diego. I don’t want my two favorite people to be at each other’s throats,” he assured, pressing kisses to the top of her head.

She nodded once before slowly wrapping her arms around his waist. She pressed a small kiss to the sliver of his chest that could be seen in the parting of his button-down shirt.

“I’m going to go shower… if you’d like to join?” She suggested as she pulled away from him.

He smirked at her and led her over to the en-suite bathroom. As they stepped inside, flicking the lights on blindly, Pacho captured her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Blix began to unbutton his shirt with fumbling fingers; softly tugging to untuck the shirt from his pants as well.

He gently lifted the tank top she wore off of her, her bra following swiftly after. A few minutes later they were both undressed and waiting for the shower to heat up.

Pacho examined the bandage on her waist and gently pulled it off of her.

“These are healing nicely,” He commented looking at her stitches. “Make sure you dry this area when we get out, but it should be safe to get wet so long as we don’t spend forever in there.”

Blix nodded, and as they stepped into the shower, they fooled around a bit. They cleaned and made out a lot but stepped out once they had finished cleaning. He made sure her stitches were dry before he helped put on a new bandage.

They made their way back into the room, and when Blix leaned up to continue the heated kisses they had started before, Pacho stopped her.

“We should probably stop, my dear. Wouldn’t want to pull those stitches,” Pacho gently reminded.

“Buzz kill. That’s what you are. You owe me,” She replied as she turned to get herself dressed, or mostly dressed.

“I promise. I’ll make it up as soon as those stitches are out,” Pacho swore, coming up behind her and pressing kisses to her shoulders.

She threw on a cami and a pair of underwear, that she found in the dresser before slipping under the covers. She patted the empty space next to her, beckoning him to join her, which he did.

Blix curled herself around him as he settled in, finding extreme comfort in the warmth of his skin.

As they laid there, she gently ran her fingers up and down his skin, drawing pictures on his chest.

He grabbed a cigarette out of the pack that had been placed on his bedside table and lit it. She fell asleep to smell of nicotine and the sensation of Pacho’s own hand running itself up and down her back.

The warmth of the rising sun woke her the next day, and as she opened her eyes, her gaze immediately fell upon Pacho, who was still asleep.

She admired him, for a moment. He looked far more relaxed as he slept, when he was awake, he was always on a constant high alert. She propped herself up on her elbow, and lightly ran a finger along his face. She regarded the slight scruff forming on his face, biting her lip at the tickling sensation she felt as she stroked it.

She stared at him in awe for a moment more, before sitting up. Or at least she tried to. A pair of arms wrapped around her and pulled her back down.

“Where do you think you are going, lovely?” Came Pacho’s sleepy voice.

“I was going to go make breakfast for us. And go to the bathroom if you truly must know,” She answered honestly.

He hummed in response, “I suppose I can let you go for that. Need to go get dressed anyway.”

They both slowly sat up together, and Pacho got up from the bed and made his way to the door. She stared at his backside with a smirk, shamelessly checking him out.

He turned back to look at her and simply said, “No. Not until you’re healed.”

She stuck her tongue out in response, and he laughed loudly on his way out. She then got up and did her business in the bathroom, before strolling over to the closet.

She turned on the light and whistled at all of the clothes that hung there. All high-end fashion, all stuff one would see on a runway.

She pulled out a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a flannel shirt to go over it. She slipped on a black flat leaving its twin behind and brushed out her hair, before pulling it into a ponytail.

She walked out once she was dressed and ready, making her way down to the kitchen area. She opened the refrigerator and looked at what was available in there, spotting some eggs and sausage links as she perused the fridge. She noticed out of the corner of her eye a loaf of bread. After trying a couple of cabinets, she found the spice cabinet, and grabbed the cinnamon.

She began to make some French toast and sausage once she had gathered the ingredients and spending five minutes searching for utensils and such.

As she cooked, Pacho walked in with Diego close behind. She ignored him for the most part, especially when he gave her a distasteful look. Diego grabbed some plates and dining utensils, setting them out on the kitchen island, ignoring her as well.

The food was done soon enough, and Diego grabbed the powdered sugar and syrup. All of them made their own plates, before sitting down with Pacho in the middle. While they ate, Pacho and Diego spoke of work and Blix half listened, not particularly caring.

Once they finished eating, they moved to the living room, and Blix had her files moved to the coffee table so she could begin reviewing them. She opened the first file, and grabbed a legal pad, and began notating what was important. The style of König’s crimes, and what he often stole. Various other crimes and essentially his background plus anyone associated with him.

She was so focused she didn’t notice the various men (sicarios), walk through to talk to Pacho who sat opposite of her and watched her with curious eyes.

Several hours had passed by the time Gilberto, Miguel, and Chepe walked in and greeted Pacho.

They looked over at Blix inquisitively, who had at some point, moved to sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. She had gone through at least two of the files and was on the third. She had gone through at least one legal pad and was nearing the end of a second one.

She blinked when she heard someone clear their throat and called her name. She looked up owlishly and said, “What?”

It took her a moment to fully realize who all was there. “Oh. Hi! Sorry? Have… have you been here long?” She asked hesitantly, as she stood back up.

“A few minutes. You are…very focused. It was quite adorable Miss Lage,” Chepe complimented as he stepped forward to take her hand and kiss it.

She shook her head, “A flirt. That’s all that you are, Chepe.”

“Only for you, beautiful,” Chepe flirted back with a wink.

She then stepped toward Gilberto and Miguel and greeted them with a handshake, both men pressing a kiss to her cheek in greeting.

They then took their seats Pacho and Chepe sitting on either side of her, Miguel & Gilberto sat across from them.

She grabbed a fresh notepad and looked at each man for a moment, before titling the blank page: CI’s Orange, Blue, Purple, And Silver.

Chepe leaned over and looked at her title with questioning eyes.

“Can’t exactly let my coworkers know that I am receiving this info from Cartel Members. So, to protect your identities, code. Shirt color in this instance,” Blix explained quickly.

“Alright. König. How did you meet him? What do you know?” She interrogated all four of them.

Gilberto replied, “He came to us looking to sell art he had… ‘acquired.’ He seemed alright but he felt the need to make comments that were…. Discourteous towards us. Particularly toward Pacho and his choices in romantic partners.”

She raised an eyebrow at that confession, “You broke ties with a well-known art thief, because he was homophobic? No offense, especially to you Pacho, but… don’t most of the people you work with… have some issues with his preferences?”

Pacho snorted at the question and as he lit a cigarette, answered, “Yes. But most of them know not to say it directly to my face or theirs.”

“Ah. Got it. Go on then,” She urged Gilberto to go on after nodding her head in understanding.

“We bought a couple of items, and we were planning to create a deal to slip cocaine using his routes and trucks, to have them brought into America via Mexico or on his planes. He had ties to Europe which we had planned to take advantage of. But. His lack of his respect toward all of us ruined those plans,” Gilberto further explained.

“Wouldn’t happen to know what those routes were, do you?” She asked after she noted everything he said.

He shook his head apologetically, “Never got to that point.”

“The painting to your left is one of the ones we bought,” Miguel noted.

She looked over at it and scrutinized it for a bit. “Caravaggio. Nice. Fake, but nice.”

“Excuse me? Fake? That’s not fake? What are you talking about?” Miguel sputtered in outrage.

She sighed before explaining without looking up from her notepad, “There’s a smudge of pink that’s not consistent with the era in the bottom right corner. It also looks like it was painted 4 months ago not 400 years ago. Good art forgers would know to age the paint, usually tossing it in the oven on very low heat does the trick. Or even painting over an old painting.”

After a few minutes of silence, she looked back up to see all 4 men starring at her, impressed.

“What?” She wondered, blinking slowly.

“Nothing. Just… impressed by your knowledge. Ever thought about being a criminal?” Chepe asked jokingly.

“What makes you think I haven’t committed any crimes?” She posed challengingly. “You think that just because I’m a federal agent that I’m squeaky clean?”

“Oh? Go on then. Don’t leave us in suspense darling,” Chepe cajoled leaning closer.

“Statute of limitations hasn’t passed yet, ask me again in a year or so,” She said with a smirk.

At that the others laughed, especially at Chepe’s responding pout.

“Anything else I should know about König?” She asked once everyone sobered up a bit.

“He’s an ass. Do not let your guard around him. He’s a bit similar to Gacha, he doesn’t care for partners, and he is not afraid to go after police or federal agents. Hence why he probably laid that trap for you at the museum,” Pacho answered as he finished his cigarette.

She nodded, stretching as the memory of the explosion made her suddenly ache. At that moment, lunch was served and laid out on the dining table. They moved over to it and began to talk more about art and previous cases she’s worked.

It was odd, but she found it enjoyable to sit and talk with all four of them. ‘Never thought my life would take this turn. Having lunch with the Gentlemen of Cali. I think… I’m going to enjoy this as much as I can.’

#pacho x oc #pacho herrera #narcos

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Ice Cold ~Part 4

A/N: As promised here is the next part! Hope you guys enjoy it!

I woke up and tried to stretch but I wasn't able to. I was confused for a minute until I remembered William stayed over. I turned in his arms to be greeted by his sleepy smiling face. His eyes were closed but he was still so cute.

"Morning lovely." He mumbled.

"Morning Willy." I kissed his cheek and he opened one eye to look at me. "You're so cute. Sorry that just came out without thinking."

"Don't be sorry." He said beaming. "I want to know what you're thinking."

"You always say that but I'm pretty sure you don't."

"I do though. Why do you say that? Is it bad?"

"No absolutely not! I wouldn't be thinking bad or mean things about you. I think you're lovely."

"You're lovely." He said, pulling me closer to kiss me softly. "I want to know what goes on in your mind."

"There's something about you that makes me think I couldn't keep my mouth shut if I tried."

"How come?"

"You do this thing..I told you about it before, but you do this thing where you just look at me with these warm eyes and speak softly and it kinda just short circuits my brain. I just lose total control over what I say. I'm sorry, is that completely dumb?"

"It's not dumb. I'm sorry I have that effect."

"I'm not. It feels good. My brain just doesn't fucking work. Most people would say that's normal though."

"I don't think so. You're far too intelligent." He smiled and brushed my hair aside. I leaned in and kissed his lips a little harder than we had shared before he didn't respond though and pulled away. I blushed dejectedly.

"Far too intelligent.. yeah right. Not feeling very intelligent right now. I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I just don't want to lose control with you."

"I trust you." I said quietly, shrugging.

"(Y/n)..that's not it at all. I just want everything to be out in the open first. I want to take this slow if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind! I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, love. Do you want to get dressed and maybe go to my place?"

"Will Auston be there?"

"Maybe but I'll tell him to be nice."

"Yeah I guess I'd like that."

"Do you want me to leave so you can change?"

"I don't care. You're my boyfriend, you can stay if you want." I said taking off my shirt and putting on a sports bra I wore the day before. "Does it matter what I wear?"

"Not really. Whatever you're comfortable with Kas seeing you in."

"So I can wear comfy relaxing clothes?"

"Absolutely. Just um wear your hair down if you don't mind?"

"How come?" I asked pulling some leggings up over my butt.

"I just really like it down that's all." He mumbled sounding flustered.

"You're so cute. I'll wear it down." I said before kissing his forehead.

It didn't take long before we were outside of the apartment. I was really nervous as he drove underground to park the car. I was quiet when he got out and opened my door for me. He grabbed my hand as we walked to the elevator. It was a really beautiful building, lots of really expensive looking stuff. I was fidgeting with the end of the shirt when he grabbed my hand.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothi-"

"Yes it is. Your feelings matter, love. What is it?" He said softly.

"I feel like I'm dressed too sloppy to be in here."

"That's all?" I nodded and he hugged me, chuckling lightly. "You look so cute (y/n). Besides there's no dress code for mine and Kappy's apartment. If he's even wearing pants when we get there it'll be a rare occasion. I asked him to but he probably won't."

"How come?"

"He knows you're coming over and he wants to frustrate me."

"Aw is he trying to make you jealous?" I teased.

"Yes. Very much so. I'm not usually the jealous type but.."

"Hey it's okay. I get jealous sometimes of other girls with you so I guess it's only fair. You could take your pants off too, then I'd be too distracted by you to ever even notice Kasperi." I said laughing but he wasn't. "I'm sorry that was a dumb joke.."

"It wasn't your joke I was looking at you like that for. You really feel jealous?"

"William you could do so much better. It's hard not to."

"That is the most absurd thing I've ever heard." He said opening the door.

"He's right, that is pretty ridiculous. Willy here is all about you. Nice to see you again (y/n)."

"Uh yeah you to Kas. What are you watching?" I asked walking over and sitting on the couch beside the chair he was on, only wearing boxers as William predicted.

"I recorded the vegas game last night so I'm watching it again. William said it was your favourite team and I want to see what they have that we don't."

"How about a winning streak?" I asked with a smirk raising my eyebrow at him.

"Okay low blow." He said making me laugh.

"Alright, how about multiple defensemen that can absolutely clobber players with clean hits?"

"Nah we can do that."

"Fleury."

"We've got Fred!"

"I was gonna say a hot Swede named William but you've both got one of them."

"I don't like this game." William said cuddling into my side while Kas laughed.

"Aw babe don't be sad!"

"He's such a jealous baby when it comes to you it's not even funny."

"Kas shut up!"

"No she should know how you just go on and on and on about how Peter is awful and doesn't deserve her." He teased. "I bet if I gave you a high five he'd legit growl at me."

"We're not finding out." William said holding my arms tight to me side making me laugh.

"Aw William stop." I said giggling as he started tickling my sides. I didn't even notice Mitch and Auston come in until Auston spoke up.

"Never saw one without the other, did you?" He asked in an irritated voice.

"Leave them alone Aus." Mitch said before throwing himself over the couch beside me. "Honestly ignore him, we all do."

"That's the main issue we have Mitch." Auston grumbled.

"Yeah whatever. Hi, I'm Mitch."

"I know who you are Mitch, we've met." I said laughing.

"Yeah but not like this. That was just a quick introduction before pictures! This is meeting a friend."

"Yeah right." Auston snorted making William push me aside and drag Auston into another room.

"I'm sorry.."

"(Y/n) don't be." Kasperi said rolling his eyes.

"What are you sorry for?" Mitch asked softly.

"I'm sorry that I'm causing problems with Auston. I feel so awful about it." I heard yells coming from the other room and I sighed. "Maybe I should leave. I'm making everything worse."

"You don't have to go. Auston is being an idiot. He can get over it and you can hang out with us."

"I don't know, I think I better leave." I stood up and slid my shoes back on.

"Can I at least give you a ride home? Willy said it takes a long time on transit."

"Mitch come on you don't have to do that."

"I want to. Let's go, if you want to go."

"As long as you're sure I'm not being a huge burden.."

"I'm positive."

"Lead the way I guess."

I followed behind him quietly through the hallways and down the elevator into the parking garage. He led me to his black shiny car, I dont know what brand I'm not a car fan, and we got in.

"I know you think that was your fault but it's really not. Auston is just a brooding bitch." He said making me laugh.

"I just feel bad. He said Auston is like his brother and I don't want him fighting with his brothers because of me."

"I'm sure William has told you that things with us are.."

"Complicated is what he said."

"Yeah that's actually a really good word for it. I can't tell you everything now, it's not my place but I promise that Willy will tell you as soon as he can. We're literally all waiting on Auston right now. Everything will make so much more sense after you know."

"I just don't want to upset anyone and it seems like everyone is upset." I looked out the window completely ignoring the confusing jumble of words he just spewed.

"Nobody is upset. We all want you to be comfortable. Is there anything I can do to help? Make you feel more comfortable with us?"

"Tell Auston to get off my dick." I mumbled making Mitch burst out into giggles. "Seriously though. I'm not doing anything to him. I'm never gonna hurt William. I don't want to take him from you guys or distract him from his career or anything. I just want to be around him sometimes and I don't think it's too much to ask for that I spend time with my boyfriend without feeling like the most hated person in the world."

"You're not the most hated. Auston has a hard time that's all. He hates my girlfriend the most."

"Why?"

"I don't really know."

"Liar."

"I'm keeping a secret from her and he doesn't think it's fair. But that's why it's so weird that he won't give Willy the okay to tell you."

"I dunno.."

"I'm also keeping a secret from Auston though and he's keeping one from me. So really Auston is just in a bad mood because of everyone and everything."

"I'm sorry that he's like that. I can see that it's hard on you."

"It's not the biggest deal. Well I shouldn't say that. It's not something I can't handle."

"Is that William?" I asked as we pulled up to my place.

"Sure looks like him."

"How did he get here first?"

"You should ask him that. I'll let you get to that. Can I get your number so we can get to know each other better? I have a feeling you're going to be around for a long time and I'd like to be friends. Maybe we could go on double dates!"

"That would be cute Mitch, I'd like that." I gave him my number and stepped out of the car. "Bye, drive safe."

"See ya." He drove away and I walked up to my door.

"Hi.."

"Don't run away like that again." He murmured pulling me into a hug. I started crying immediately and he pulled away slightly to look me in the eye. "Why are you crying, love?"

"I'm sorry I just didn't want to make it worse. I always make things worse."

"No, no, no you don't. You make everything better for me (y/n). I mean that. I don't care if Auston is being dumb, he can get over it. And he absolutely cannot drive you away from me and my house. I won't let him."

"He's like your brother though. I don't want you fighting with him."

"Brothers fight, sweetheart. I'm not bothered by it." He took my hands in his before continuing. "I like you far too much to let Auston scare you away baby. He'll come around."

"It's not fair that you're doing that brain quitting voice on me right now."

"I'm sorry."

"No you aren't." I said making us both laugh.

"I'm not."

"Are you sure you're not bothered?"

"Positive." He kissed me softly before breaking away smiling. "Let's hangout here instead."

"Now there's a smart idea." He laughed again as I led the way to my living room.

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So, I know that you just did a married prompt but have you done a "woke up in Vegas Married" prompt? You know they'll just go along with it and absolutely no one will be surprised! Bonus if when they tell Chris, he gets excited and says "can I call you Papa now?!" and you collectively melt the ovaries of the entire fandom!!!!

warnings: light angst and swearing. married buddie

i dont think this follows the prompt that well, but listen i love bobby being a dad so that’s what ive done aha. thank you so much for this prompt, i honestly had so much fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it.

“You guys fucking what?” Eddie can’t help but snicker when he sees the disbelieving look that is on Athena’s face, behind her Hen and Chimney having the same expression as their friend. Her eyes are wide and filled with confusion, looking down at the bands that sit on Buck and Eddie’s fingers. Buck reaches up to scratch the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his own face, a small smile playing on his lips when he repeats what he had just said mere moments ago. Eddie lifts his head to look at Bobby, and he seems to be the only one who isn’t surprised by the news that they had been told, instead he rolls his eyes with a fond expression when Buck speaks once again. “Well long story short.” Buck says, the sly smile turning into a grin when he turns his head to look at his now husband, who can’t help but chuckle at the other man. “We got drunk and now we’re married.” Buck says it like the most simple thing in the world, and he sees Athena’s eyes narrow as she looked at the duo in front of her. “Without us? You little shits!” That was the thing, no one was surprised that these two turned out married they just didn’t think that it would have happened like this. “It’s not like we planned it!” Buck says defensively, but Athena reaches over and slaps the back of his head before she places both of her hands on her hips. “Have you boys at least told Chris yet?” Chimney questions from where he stands behind Athena, and for a moment Buck and Eddie exchange a look; seemingly having a whole conversation without using any words. “Well, no. We weren’t even sure what to do about this ourselves yet.” Eddie says honestly, and Buck smiled over at him in a reassuring manner before he looks back at his family in front of him. “Like we’ve been dating for three years and getting a divorce seems kinda pointless.” Explained Buck, and Eddie nods his head in agreement, because this does take away the nervousness that he was feeling when he thought about gathering the courage to ask the other man to marry him. Sure, he would have loved to have done it but Buck was right, getting a divorce seems pointless when they would have been married eventually.

“Plus I didn’t want Chris to get his hopes up in case this wasn’t legit. But, ah, it is.” Eddie added on, and Athena sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers, shaking her head and mumbling something under her breath that no one catches. “We’re legally married.” Buck laughs, and his smile is wiped from his face at the glare that Athena gives him, rolling her eyes at him. “Have another ceremony, because I think that’s why Athena is pissed off. She didn’t get to see her boys get married.” Bobby speaks up suddenly, and Eddie and Buck’s head whip up to look at him at the same time.

“Ya know, I never thought of that.” Buck whispers to Eddie, who is quick to agree with him before smiling. “That’s a great idea actually, it’ll give us the chance to do this properly and with family.” Agrees Eddie, thinking about that was the one thing that saddened him when he woke up this morning married to his boyfriend, that they didn’t get to share this moment with their families. “Shotgun walking down the aisle.” Buck playfully announced, Eddie shaking his head while giving his boyfriend a look that mock annoyance. “Wait, do your parents even know you’re married?” Hen questions, and the look on her face is wary when she shifts her attention from Eddie to Buck, knowing what the blonde’s parents were like.

“Oh my God, Abuela is going to kill me.” Eddie groans out as he hides his face in his hands, and Buck bites his lips for a second before he smiles at Hen. “Baby, she’s going to kill you too, I wouldn’t look so smug.” Eddie says when he looks over at his boyfr- his husband, who widens his eyes when he thinks about the angry woman being mad at him. “Shit, you better call her.” Instructs the younger of the two, Eddie nodding his head quickly in agreement as he pulls out his phone and steps away, wanting to have this call without the others listening in on him.

“What about you, Buck? You going to call your parents?” Athena questioned and for a moment Buck doesn’t answer, seemingly thinking about what had been asked of him. The he looks up at Athena and shakes his head, the expression on his face of sadness as he thinks about the two people who raised him. “No. I-I don’t have much to do with them. There’s no point, they wouldn’t come anyway.” He reveals and ignores the sad look that is being given to him by the others, before Chimney decided to break the silence with a question. “Well then, Buckaroo. Who’s going to give you away?”

Buck laughs sheepishly again, once more reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck with his hand; a sign that he’s nervous about what he has to ask. But Athena smiles knowingly, placing a hand on the younger man’s shoulder and leaning forward to whispering something in his ear that the others can’t hear. “Don’t be afraid to ask him, he’ll say yes.” Is what she had said, already knowing who the younger man was going to ask and the response she gets is a nervous smile and a shaky nod. “Well, actually. Bobby, I was wondering if you would do it.”

The silence that follows lasts a little too long, Bobby’s eyes widening in surprise as his mouth gapes open, obviously not having expected to be asked to do something so important by Buck. “I-I mean if you want to, of course. It’s just you’re the first person that’s actually been, ya know, a dad to me.” Eddie has returned now, seeing the nervous look on his partner’s face and the shocked look on Bobby’s; he knows what has just happened. “Obviously you don’t have to, but I would just like it if you d-“ Buck was beginning to ramble, Eddie taking his hand to comfort him at the same time that Bobby finally steps forward and pulls the younger man into a tight hug. No one mentions the tears that are in Bobby’s eyes and he held the younger man close. “Buck, of course I would do this. I would be honoured to.” He finally says, and Buck seems to just melt against the older man, laughing something choked into the clothed shoulder. Eddie and Athena smile so softly at the two most loved men in their life, their expressions so soft and understanding of the bond that they have always shared.

“Your father’s missing out on not being in your life, kiddo.” Bobby says so softly as they both pull away from the hug, and the smile that he gets is so bright and filled with joy. “He’s not though, he’s right in front of me.” Is the response that Bobby gets to what he had said, and everyone can see how the older man’s heart just melt in response to the words. His eyes filled with tears. “I got dust in my eyes, give me a moment while I go flush them out.” The group laugh when Bobby quickly departs from them, Athena snorting before shaking her head with the most loving look in her eyes. “I better go help the big old softie.” She announces, but before she leaves she pulls both of the men into a tight hug. “I’m so happy for both you boys.” She says in their ears, both smiling at her as she leaves them as well, following the direction that her husband has gone in.

“I can’t believe you made Cap cry, man.” Hen says after a beat of silence, a smile on her face as she moves closer to her two friends, and Buck can’t help but snort. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to do that.” Eddie smiles so lovingly at his partner, so glad that he gets to call this man his husband and gets to spend the rest of his life with him.

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“I’m really nervous about telling him, Eds.” Buck’s voice is obviously filled with nervousness when he says that, worrying into his bottom lip so hard that the other was worried he would bite through it. Eddie takes a moment and leans forward to press a kiss to Buck’s lips as they stand in front of their front door, knowing that Christopher was inside with Carla. “Hey, take a breath. Okay? Chris loves you so much.” Eddie reassures, and Buck nods his head because he does know that but he can’t help how fast his heart is beating in his chest. “It will be okay, I promise you.” Eddie added on, because this was something he knew that he was able to promise; he knows with his whole heart that Christopher adores Buck.

They enter the house after sharing one more kiss, and instantly the two are able to hear the sound of Christopher making his way towards them.

“Bucky! Daddy!” Buck is the first to kneel down on the ground, opening his arms as Christopher reaches them and bring the kid into a tight hug. “Hi, buddy! Did you have fun today?” Questions Buck with a huge smile on his face as he stands back up to his full height, Christopher still in his arms so that Eddie can lean over and press a kiss to his son’s head. For a while, they let Christopher continue to rant about his say as they make their way into the living room, both bidding Carla a farewell and thank you for watching their son.

“Hey kiddo, can we talk to you?” Eddie is the one to finally say, and Christopher looks up at them for a second before nodding his head. “Is there something wrong?” Is the first thing that Christopher asks them, taking in the serious expression on his father’s face and the nervous one that is on Buck’s. “No, buddy. We just wanted to ask you something. Or tell you something.” Eddie explained quickly, not wanting to let the kid thing that something was wrong for too long, and he looks over at his partner before looking back at his son, huge and wondering eyes staring back at him.

“How would you fill if I was to marry your Bucky?” He feels and hears Buck suck in a breath as they waited for Christopher’s response, though they didn’t have to wait too long for it. Because the moment that the words had left Eddie’s mouth, the young boy had a huge beaming smile on his face as he looked at Buck and moved as fast as he could over to him. “That would be so cool!” Is the response that they get, and instantly the relief on Buck’s face is obvious as he leans down and wraps his arms around the kid and presses a kiss to the top of his head. “Okay cool, because me and your daddy already got married. But we’re going to do it again so our favourite little man can be there!” Laughs Buck as he lifts up the kid and lets him sit across his lap, an arm on his back to support him and prevent him from falling back.

“Does that mean I can also call Bucky dad?”

Buck couldn’t help but suck in a breath as his eyes instantly filled with tears, and when he looks at Eddie he noticed that the other male didn’t look as nearly as surprised as he did. In fact he had a knowing and soft smile on his face, looking at his partner and then looking at his kid. “Is that something that you would want, Chris?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer to the question because he knows that Buck would need to hear it for himself.

“Yeah! Cause I love Bucky the same way I love you, Daddy.” The smile on Christopher’s face is so bright and happy, Buck can’t help but sniff as the tears fall down his cheeks. Laughing a little at himself as he takes a moment to wipe them away, feeling ridiculous over crying about something like this. But he can’t help it and he can’t stop it.

“I got dust in my eyes, totally not crying.”

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