#iz people please don’t be mad at me | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hachichimitsu2 · 3 years

Text

ABOUT ME

Hachi ✨ 20 ✨ She/Her ✨ 🇵🇭 ✨ INFJ 6w5

Hello, I’m Hachi! I'm a full-time freelance illustrator on Fiverr, and I hopefully plan to branch out in other artistic areas in my life! Expect me to dump all of my artistic interests over here : #hachichiart

I also have a children’s picture e-book that I self-published on Amazon. I made it as a requirement for my high school thesis, so while the art there is definitely a representation of my past, I still stand by the message I was trying to send. I hope to eventually branch out this series in a form of a webcomic of sorts, for people who can’t afford to purchase my e-book for financial reasons. These characters are extremely dear to me, and I can’t wait to expound on them when I have the time lmao. Here’s a tag regarding the series: #behindtheartistichand

Some note-worthy things to mention, this blog is generally 15+, but I do make sure to tag any NSFW content and general triggers out there. I often post and retweet adult animation, so I’d say tread carefully if you’re a minor. I’m also critical with the media I consume, but most of the time, I like to talk about why I like something rather than why I hate it. I just find it more fun to expound on the positives of my favorite things. I also don’t take everything seriously.

Please let me know privately if I did or say anything wrong. Sometimes I say things without meaning to, and I’m not the brightest crayon in the box, so constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. If you take offense with anything I posted, just send a polite DM and explain why it offended you so I can be educated regarding the subject. I’m also available for any questions, DMs and a genuine chit-chat.

MAIN INTERESTS

1. Character-Driven Storytelling

2. Adult Cartoons

3. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows

4. Pastel Goth / Creepy Cute Fashion

5. Coming-of-Age Stories

6. Magical Girls

7. Psychological Horror

8. Well-Written Children’s Media

9. RPG Maker Horror Games

10. Video Essays & Film Studies

11. Speed Metal / Vaporwave / Shibuya-Kei

12. K-POP / J-POP Girl Groups (Serotonin Babey!)

13. 4LT (MBTI), Typology, Cognitive Functions

14. All Types of Artistic Endeavors (OCs, FanArt, Comics, Film, Music, Fanfiction, etc.)

TOP 5 ANIME SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. K-ON!!

2. Hunter x Hunter

3. Neon Genesis Evangelion

4. Ojamajo Doremi

5. Ouran Highschool Host Club.

TOP 5 CARTOON SERIES (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)

1. South Park

2. Bojack Horseman

3. Moral Orel

4. Ed, Edd n Eddy

5. Infinity Train

FAVORITE MOVIES

1. Interstellar (Favorite Sci-Fi Movie of All Time)

2. Nacho Libre (Favorite Guilty Pleasure Movie)

3. Johnny Got His Gun (Scariest movie of all time due to the sheer existential dread)

4. Studio Ghibli Films (Particularly Ponyo, My Neighbor Totoro & Grave of the Fireflies)

5. Perfect Blue (Favorite Anime Movie)

6. One Cut of the Dead (It’s hard to recommend this movie without spoiling it, but it’s an absolute must that you finish it in its entirety before you proceed to make any further judgments)

7. Coraline (I know almost everyone loves Coraline at this point, but it’s genuinely good.)

8. Interview with the Vampire (Favorite Vampire movie of all time that doesn’t seem overdone or cliché. It’s also really gay)

9. Get Out (2017)

10. Us (2019)

11. Up (2009)

12. Toy Story (Movies 1 to 3)

13. Hereditary (2018)

14. The Shining (1980)

15. Audition (1999)

16. Misery (1990)

17. The Green Mile (1999)

18. Shawshank Redemption (1994)

19. Saving Private Ryan (1998)

20. Mommie Dearest (1981)

21. The Others (2001)

22. The Platform (2020)

23. The Lodge (2019)

OTHERS

1. Homestuck (It’s been a good while since I read Homestuck, so my memory of the general storyline is fuzzy. I’ll re-read it once I have the chance)

2. When They Cry (Currently up-to date with the Higurashi anime and watched the live-action movies. Finally started to tackle the sound novels. Have yet to encounter Umineko and Ciconia)

3. Age of Youth (Favorite K-drama of all time.)

4. Squid Game (Battle Royale-type thriller series that tackles capitalism and the illusion of choice and free will? Sign me the fuck up)

5. Majisuka Gakuen (Favorite J-drama of all time. Also, yes, I’m biased because of my love for AKB48.)

6. Flight of the Conchords (Favorite live-action series of all time.)

7. Adult Cartoons (The Boondocks, Camp Camp, Superjail, The Oblongs, Bob’s Burgers, The Simpsons, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Home Movies, Beavis & Butthead, Daria, Smiling Friends, Aggretsuko)

8. FilmCow (I absolutely love everything they put out. Currently up to date with VuloLives’s broadcasts)

9. The Eric Andre Show (A good friend recommended me this show, and I haven’t stopped since.)

10. Nathan for You (My humor condensed into one show)

11. CGDCT / Slice-of-Life Shows (Sweetness & Lightning, The Amazing World of Gumball, Spongebob Squarepants, Gakkou Gurashi, Lucky Star, Gakuen Utopia Manabi Straight, Koufuku Graffiti, Hidamari Sketch, Pita-Ten, A Little Snow Fairy Sugar, Di Gi Charat, Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid, Yama no Susume, Shirobako, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, Saint Young Men, Gunslinger Girl, Kareshi Kanojo no Jijou, Osomatsu-san, Hey Arnold, The Peanuts, Arthur, Hibike! Euphonium, Nichijou, Asobi Asobase, Azumanga Daioh, Codename: Kids Next Door, Chowder)

12. Idol Anime (Love Live! School Idol Project, Aikatsu, Revue Starlight, Full Moon wo Sagashite, Pretty Rhythm, AKB600SEC // Will get into IDOLMASTER eventually)

13. Undertale (Will pick up Earthbound and Omori eventually)

14. RPGMaker Horror Games (Mad Father, Misao, The Witch’s House, Ao Oni, etc. Hoping to get into newer released games!)

15. Fictional Children / Adolescents Getting Trapped in Dangerous Scenarios (Digimon Tamers, Made in Abyss, The Promised Neverland, Alice Academy, Code Lyoko, The World Ends with You, Total Drama Island, Danganronpa)

16. Weird, Experimental or Slightly Disturbing Series (Serial Experiments Lain, Kuchuu Buranko, Invader Zim, Flapjack, Salad Fingers)

17. Shounen Anime (Yu Yu Hakusho, Mob Psycho 100, Dragon Ball Z)

18. Magical Girl Anime (Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Tokyo Mew Mew, Mermaid Melody, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, RWBY, Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt, My Little Pony, Princess Tutu, Powerpuff Girls, My Life As A Teenage Robot, Bee and Puppycat, Star vs. The Forces of Evil, Steven Universe // Will pick up She-Ra & The Owl House Eventually)

19. The Haunting of Hill House / Bly Manor (Don’t let the jump-scares deceive you. It’s a genuinely good character-driven horror series)

20. Sci-Fi Cartoons (Rick & Morty, Solar Opposites, Futurama, Bravest Warriors)

ROLE MODELS / BIASES / OSHIMENS / BEST GIRLS

1. Trey Parker & Matt Stone

2. Gain & Narsha (BROWN EYED GIRLS)

3. Hyuna (SOLOIST)

4. Sooyoung (SNSD)

5. Gyuri (KARA)

6. Hani (EXID)

7. Seulgi & Yeri (RED VELVET)

8. Sana (TWICE)

9. Yves & Olivia Hye (LOONA)

10. Shuhua (G-IDLE)

11. Yena (IZ*ONE)

12. Winter (AESPA)

13. SUZUKA (ATARASHII GAKKOU)

14. Shiroma Miru (NMB48)

15. Yabuki Nako (HKT48)

16. Takahashi Minami (ex-AKB48)

17. Kojima Haruna (ex-AKB48)

18. Shinoda Mariko (ex-AKB48)

19. Sayaka Akimoto (ex-AKB48)

20. Watanabe Mayu (ex-AKB48)

21. Shimazaki Haruka (ex-AKB48)

22. Matsui Jurina (ex-SKE48)

23. Sakura Miko (HOLOLIVE)

24. Natsuiro Matsuri (HOLOLIVE)

25. Oozora Subaru (HOLOLIVE)

26. Inugami Korone (HOLOLIVE)

27. Houshou Marine (HOLOLIVE)

28. Kiryu Coco (ex-HOLOLIVE)

29. Momosuzu Nene (HOLOLIVE)

30. Kureiji Ollie (HOLOLIVE)

31. Takanashi Kiara (HOLOLIVE)

32. VuloLives (INDEPENDENT VTUBER)

CONTACTS

• Instagram: @Hachichimitsu

• Twitter: @Hachichimitsu

• I take art commissions on Fiverr: https://www.fiverr.com/hachichimitsu

• I have a children’s e-book on Amazon. Make sure to download the Amazon Kindle app to be able to read it on your smart device: https://www.amazon.com/Behind-Artistic-Erika-Marie-Vargas-ebook/dp/B08789CW3V

24 notes · View notes

refuge-au · 3 years

Note

>Open the Captain's File

Xisuma: Break the News

The model in the center of the entrance hall spun slowly, the mechanical, to scale, planets orbiting the massive sun at a rate thousands of times faster than their real counterparts did. The fake sun glowed softly, it’s light dimming briefly as Jupiter crossed between it and the man viewing it. Jupiter’s moons and the metallic arms that held them above the ground created a spiderweb pattern of shadows on the ground that slowly swept across the body of the visitor as it moved.

Xisuma stood several feet away from the center of the solar system model, his eyes tracing the path of Earth as it came out from behind the sun in an almost melancholy way. His brown hair was tied back in a short ponytail, his beard freshly trimmed- although you couldn’t see it at all thanks to the respirator he was wearing. He had even gone to the trouble of putting on one of his more casual dress uniforms.

The effort hadn’t gone unnoticed by the museum staff, drawing a couple of confused looks and some whispers, but he did his best to ignore him. What he had to say wouldn’t go over well, so he might as well look nice. Get some compliments.

The door opened, and the employee greeted the group of people that walked in cheerfully. X turned around, taking a deep breath, and smiled. Show time.

An older woman, just a bit shorter than him, her hair almost completely white, was pushing the wheelchair of a man that someone might have mistaken for him, if his hair weren't as white as hers and his face covered in scars. The woman checked in at the front desk quickly, showing a pass, and then turned and saw him, her eyes crinkling in a smile.

She walked over to Xisuma, the man in the wheelchair saying something and rolling over to the other side of the model.

“Hey, mom.” He said, trying to ignore the way his bottom lip trembled when she pulled him into a hug, her respirator digging into his shoulder.

“You’re all dressed up.” She said, stepping back and putting a hand to his cheek in the way that she always had when they were little. “You look nice, honey.”

“Thank you.” He said, bringing his hand up to cover hers. “You look nice too.”

She chuckled, patting the side of his face and then putting her hand down. “Oh, stop. I didn’t realize that this was going to be a formal dress event, or I would’ve thrown on something besides my work clothes.”

“It’s not a formal dress event, I just felt like cleaning up a bit.” Xisuma shrugged, hoping that the tension in his shoulders didn’t betray the news that he was bringing. “Haven’t had the opportunity to wear this in a bit, got a discount on museum admission, you know.”

She smiled at him again, but her eyes seemed… sad. “…Xisuma, we’re very proud of you. You know that, right?”

“I know.” He replied. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, just looking at him, as if she was searching for an answer to an unspoken question in his eyes. Whatever she found there didn’t seem to change her emotions, her soft smile and that strange sadness remaining as she pulled her purse to the front of her, opening it.

“You should go talk to your brother, dear. I need to go change my filter before I forget.”

“You didn’t change it before you came here? Mom…”

She waved one hand in the air as she continued to move things around in her purse with the other. “The alert came just as we got inside. A few minutes on a bad filter isn’t going to kill me.”

“…Alright. We’ll wait for you.” Xisuma said, and his mother waved him off as he headed over to the other side of the model where his twin brother was sitting, staring up at the planets in silence.

He reached his side, and stopped. Neither of them spoke for what seemed like forever.

Finally his brother spoke. “Xisuma.”

“Xenelis.” He replied, looking down to find his twin’s steely grey eyes staring up at him.

“Where are they sending you this time?” Xenelis’ voice was quiet, raspy- although he didn’t know if it was from the medical grade respirator attached to his mouth and nose or from his vocal cords being underused.

Xisuma started. “What? What do you mean?”

“You didn’t visit us at home or at the hospital, you called us out. You’re dressed up, but you didn’t tell us that this was a formal event. You’re stiffer than usual, which is saying something, and you look like you’re homesick even though you’re a fifteen minute commute away from your apartment.” Xenelis said, his voice carefully void of all emotion. “Where are they sending you?”

Xisuma looked away, breaking eyes contact and staring up at the solar system spinning above him. “Off planet.”

“Out of galaxy?”

“Yes.”

“How far?”

Xisuma didn’t respond for a moment too long, and that was all the answer that his brother needed. His sigh, heavy and full of disappointment and bitterness, hit Xisuma like a bullet to the heart.

“Of course.” Xenelis said. “Well, congratulations. You did it. You left us behind, just like you always wanted too. Good job, bro.”

“Damnit, Xen, you know that’s not-“ Xisuma rounded on his brother, hands automatically going to his hips.

“It’s not? It’s not? It sure as hell looks like it is. You’ve been leaving our whole lives, Iz- it’s just nonstop leaving and leaving and leaving- and now you finally don’t have to come back!” Xenelis snapped. “Good for you! Living your dream!”

“This mission is for the sake of the entire planet! I can’t just refuse to go on a mission that might make or break the human race-“

“Of course you can! You’re not the only high ranking officer out there! They could’ve found someone else, anyone else!”

“They came to me, specifically, asked me to pick out a crew, told me that we would save the world- how am I supposed to turn that offer down? You would’ve taken it in an instant-“

“Not if you were in my position I fucking wouldn’t’ve-!”

“Boys?” Their mom called from the other side of the model.

“Coming, mom.” They chorused automatically, shooting each other a glare. Xisuma walked around one side of the model and Xenelis rolled around the other, meeting in the middle.

Their mother smiled at both of them, apparently unaware of the argument that had been rapidly escalating until she entered the conversation. “There you are. Shall we go look at the new exhibits? I heard they had one about the Titanic.”

“Sure, mom.” Xisuma said, falling into step behind her as she led the way into the museum.

The visit was… cordial. Their mother chatted with both of them about equally, talking about this and that, whatever came to her mind. She was probably trying to fill the heavy silence that fell between the twins, Xenelis refusing to speak to Xisuma, and vice versa.

When they reached the end of their museum tour, pausing in the aquarium section before they left, Xisuma bit the bullet.

“Mom,” he said, folding his hands behind his back. “I have something I need to tell you.”

“Go ahead, dear.” She said absently, watching as a massive manta ray swam overhead.

Bathed in the blue light from the massive aquarium tank, she and Xenelis looked almost peaceful. Gods only knew how made Xen really was, however, and Xisuma knew that it was only a trick of the light. Or maybe it was a trick of the mind, him trying to convince himself that him leaving wouldn’t hurt them as much as he knew it would.

“…I’m leaving.” He said, turning to watch as the manta continued on its way. “They’re sending me on a mission to deep space.”

Her eyes closed momentary, steeling herself as she turned to him. “Deep space?”

“Past Centauri.” He said quietly. “They’re building a team of scientists and researchers to start colonizing a new planet.”

“Why so far away?” She asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Mars can’t sustain a population like Earth’s, and after the Venus colonies failed… the galaxy isn’t suitable for life anymore. You know it’s true, mom. You’ve watched it happen. Think of how different things are now from when you were a kid.” His tone was soft, but he knew that there was a hint of pleading in there somewhere. She must understand. She wouldn’t be mad at him too, right?

“I know, I know, but… but of all people, why you?” Her voice broke, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

Xisuma’s heart sank as he stepped forward, hugging her. “They couldn’t find anyone better to do it. Mom-“

“When will you come home?” She asked, her voice thick with tears.

“I don’t know.” Maybe never. “I… don’t know.”

She cried for a while, and her sons remained in silence, one other knowing what to say, and the other not wanting to say anything.

When she finally stopped, she only had positive things to say. She was proud of him, she was sure he was going to do great, they would be able to communicate, even if it wasn’t face to face… but that sorrow in her eyes that he had noticed before was much more prevalent.

Had she expected this?

Was he really as predictable as Xen said he was?

They said their goodbyes just outside the museum. His mother hugged him tightly, told him she would see him soon.

Xenelis’ eyes crinkled in what he knew was some form of a mocking smile or sneer. “I hope you have fun, Iz.”

“I’m not leaving right away. I’ll see you again.”

“That’s what you always say.” Xen retorted sharply, turning and rolling away towards the ramp down to the street, where their mother was already waiting.

Xisuma stood at the door to the museum and watched them get into a car and fade out of sight, his heart heavy in his chest.

Computer: New Command unlocked!

Computer: Input the command Profile: [Name] to open the file associated with that person. Please note: some files or portions of files may not be available due to clearance levels.

Computer: Input Command: Show Available Files:

> Open the Pilot’s File.

> Open the Doctor’s File.

> Continue.

#prologue #we become aware of the void as we fill it // xisuma #refuge au #refuge arg #hermitcraft refuge au #hermitcraft refuge arg #hermitcraft au #hermitcraft #Xisuma #evil xisuma #long post ((read more to be added later))#inputted commands #content warning: language

22 notes · View notes

dana-chan-the-control-brain · 3 years

Text

Thoughts on, Invader Zim Quarterly: Holiday Special

WEEEE WISH YOU A MERRY JINGLY WE WISH YOU A MERRY JINGLY!

Ahhhhh It’s out! I’m so excited!

But I always get excited when it has my man Membrane and my man Eric Trueheart involved with the comics.

Also santa.. Tbh, I was excited and nervous about this quarterly.

Excited because it has Membrane santa backstory...

But I was nervous because that it means they might bring back the santa-blob monster from the Holiday special on the TV... and The Christmas special is one of my least favorite IZ episodes... I mean... I rewatch it occasionally, and it’s fun, but I’m just kinda used to IZ having more BITE in it’s satire if you know what I mean? The Christmas Special in the IZ universe doesn’t really say anything about the capitalism of Christmas... it’s not like IZ hasn’t made fun of capitalism before. (that’s the whole show) The Christmas Special in the show just kinda fell flat of my expectations of what an Invader Zim episode should be....

The only thing I respect the Holiday Special for, is that it goes down the “Santa isn’t real” route in a kid’s show and sticks to it. (there’s no “real santa” that shows up and “solves everything”) All of the “Santa’s Helpers” confused the Santa mythos with the Christianity Jesus mythos. (”waiting one day for his return”) Which makes sense, since IZ is like dystopian future Suburbia Hell. I just kinda like that there’s no “real santa” that interfered to “fix everything” and that Zim himself ended up CREATING Santa when he didn’t exist previously. Like I find that kinda cool...

Other then that, I just kinda wanted something else from the Hoilday special then what I got. (It taking priority over scrapped episodes like “the trail” and “Ten minutes to doom” and “mopiness of doom” does not help it’s case in being one of my C-tier episodes...)

So maybe this quarterly will fill the void of what I wanted out of a Holiday special? Well, let’s see.

SPOILERS FOR THE QUARTERLY BELOW THE CUT

Ways to get Dana off-board immediately: Monster Santa is canon.

I always never liked to view the special as canon for ways that it fell flat before.

And I had the excuse of saying that the snowman was an unreliable narrator and I could adapt it down the line in my fic as a different story.

I just didn’t like the idea of Monster-horror-blob santa... Like... Cool design... but he just kinda represents everything I disliked about the special... (including the major inconsistency of when Tak’s ship got fixed...)

But then again.. I need to remember IZ’s lore isn’t as consistent as I think it is sometimes...

Okay, fine. Monster blob santa real... what else you got for me, Holiday special?

FACE HUGGER SANTA! FACE HUGGER SANTA! I AM NOT INTO IT!

WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! NO. DANA HATES THIS!

Okay, kinda into it because this means that ZIM CREATED SANTA in this mythos... I am dying.... wait.. this takes place in the future then...soo...?

haoFhaGHAOhfgg

It was all a dream?!

GOOD.

my heart couldn’t take it if horror-santa was real...

Also... that nightcap and bed... Does this mean we’re going to have an Invader Zim Christmas Carol?!?!?! I know that’s been adapted a schmillion times but I would be so into that....

Also... Flying... hamm...

Good ol’ Zim... Repressing those memories...

Also this being the THIRD ETF reference in a quarterly, It can be very safe to say the Quarterly issues take place after the events of ETF.

Clembrane exists in the Quarterly, Membrane has robot arms, Zim remembers this (kinda) Yeah this is definately ETF verse and it’s here to stay.

Christmas Carol?! I’m down for this... and I can’t help but notice their claws look familiar

OH HOLY HELL I WAS RIGHT! THESE GUYS! I LOVE THESE GUYS?!

Why are you here tho?

I’m a bit lost on why these guys wanta take over the earth, but they’re hilarious so I’m just glad they’re here.

Also... The Christmas Special is Schrodinger's Christmas... did it happen, or was it a dream, or the tales of a lunatic snowman... I guess I’ll never know.

The issue goes on for an IZ Christmas Carol parody (heck yea) and the visions are all hilarious and I’m not gonna spoil them here... but...

Eric.... this is terrifying..........thanks I hate it.

TINY DIB THOUGH! GHAOGHAHGAHAHA

THIS IS GREAT

THE MORE DIB SUFFERS THE MORE I LOVE IT!

“Though I am Dib and sickly father”

I’m dying XDDDDD

Also... What the fuck is Zim’s reaction here...

I find it funny that Zim has put Dib into simulated realities before... (in the show and comics) and in the show, Dib is all powerful and in the comics, Dib is just himself and Zim is his brother..

But seeing a simulated Dib all weak and pathetic and chronically ill BOTHERS ZIM?!?!

That’s... well that’s interesting.

Thought he’d laugh at this honestly, but he seems greatly annoyed...

I CHANGED MY MIND! THIS IS THE BEST THING!

(those who know me know why I’m dying over this)

YES!!!

ZIM DOESN’T LIKE WHEN PEOPLE FEEL BAD FOR HIM OR PITY HIM!

(which confirms like a lot of my hcs and adds spicy kindling to my au much mad respect)

This I find interesting... Zim complepative over his lonely/abandoned grave. It’s like he really doesn’t know how to feel. It’s more of a numbness then a sadness. Or he noticed how empty his life is...

He feels lonely and empty about it... which tracks considering how Zim’s greatest fear in the Trial was to be deleted and never be remembered by anyone.

I don’t know... This panel makes me feel things...

Johnen: Haha. Zim’s not that deep a character.

Eric: Hey for the Christmas special, let’s have Zim parody a Christmas carol and feel lonely staring at his own empty grave when he realizes no one cares about him or misses him.

Johnen: Cool. Do it.

What are you two assholes doing to me, man?! I have feelings!

AND ONCE AGAIN!

Zim hates pity and people feeling bad and sorry for him.

Man this makes me so sad... And it really feels like this issue looked into my brain again, cause I have some plans relating to Zim not wanting sympathy or pity from anyone later down the line (okay I’ll shut up about my au. We’re talking Zim here)

And of course, Zim breaks everything like he usually does. (this time on purpose)

Also nice callback that Zim remembered that Dib said he liked his boots one time in the Poop-wizard issue.

Also, it ends? I guess this quarterly has a few shorter stories this time... which I’m fine with.

Also, Zim should consider Green and Blue like D-list friends at this point and just invite them in for some fundip or something (come on, Zim, it’s Christmas.....)

GASP!?!?!

LITTLE MEMBRANE!!!

AND GRANDPARENTS CONFIRMED!!!

Wait... so his Parents are scientists too? Is that why he always wanted to be a scientist?

But then wait.... If Membrane inherited Membrane Labs from his parents... Why is HIS FACE the brand of the Company?..... There’s so much Membrane-face brand merch in the show. (it decorates his home..)

Like even if they were dead, if his parents founded Membrane labs, I feel they’d still be the face. of the company... (that’s how a lot of corporate faces are these days... they show some old dead guy who made the company as opposed to the son who inherited the Company.... Like everyone knows who Walt Disney/Mickey Mouse is, but unless you pay close attention to that kinda thing, not everyone knows who the current chairman or CEO is in the modern age....)

I just find that a bit odd.

Anyways... I feel people can still do what they want with Membrane’s parents and get away with it. I’m not changing my “his parents were farmers” headcanon. Sorry comic..

BUT I LOVE THEIR DESIGNS.

I love how Membrane looks a lot like his mother, and his father is just BUFF GAZ with a pipe.... Truely legends.

GASP!!!

COLLEGEBRANE COLLEGEBRANE COLLEGEBRANE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOOKOUT DIB, THIS IS YOUR FUTURE!

I FUCKING LOVE HOW OILY HE LOOKS.. AND IT ADDS UP CAUSE...

The Membrane Men when they don’t shower or bathe in months.....

Someone help these two.

(thank god Membrane got better at personal hygiene.)

Also Teenbrane STILL has his human arms and not his robo-arms.

This means he loses his arms later in life... YUSH HORRAY FOR HEADCANNONS BEING VALIDATED!

He didn’t lose his arms in a shark accident when he was a KID! It happened WAY LATER!

NICE!

OH MY GOD HE IS BABY!

HE IS SO SHY AND ACKWARD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

I LOVE HIM!

He is just... all sweat and hiding his work but also very passionate and spiteful.

Like you can see who he grew up to become, and you can also see how a kid like Dib came out of a man like him...

But I love social anxiety awkward early twenties/late teens Membrane... He is a baby!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

MEMBRANE ;w;

Basically, Membrane knows that Santa isn’t real, but he doesn’t want to be mad at his parents so he harbors a grudge on Santa instead... THAT’S SO SWEET I’M CRYING TTmTT

LIKE THAT IS SO SWEET AND I’M CRYING!

(also I love how me and Ceph understand Membrane’s character too well that the gesture he does in the 2nd panel here are reminisant of our fic so many times... Like we have his mannerisms down and I love when the mask slips from Membrane and we get to see a real person... augh soo good)

WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT TO MAKE MY MAN THIS SAD?! ONLY I CAN MAKE HIM SAD!

MEMBRANE TTMTT

AUUUGHH

Also probably guessing the parents are dead... I’m just laughing at their designs...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Yes you are, Professor Membrane... Don’t let anyone tell you different. (actually, please do) Well, I mean, At least you’re trying and get progressively better.

(also... this probably means everytime Dib has asked his Dad for a dangerous weapon to fight Zim with, Membrane just gives it to him no questions asked and I’m doing a MAJOR concern about this man’s parenting skills... get help please good sir!)

Also, Dib really saved the day again here (like he did in Dib’s big day)

Dib called about destroying santa when Membrane was in one of his lowest points... He hides it really well... Especially from his children..

Ah.. I loved that one.

But I’m a huge Membrane Simp though.

I did find the stuff about Membrane’s parents a little weird... like I said regarding how Membrane’s face is the brand of Membrane labs...

Could be true that they were other scientists and that Membrane founded Membrane labs later... but that seems highly unlikely...

Also... Why does the house look that hug when in the christmas special, it looked kinda like...well... just not that, and kinda more humble from the interior and not some big rocket lab...

So yeah... AMAZING character building for Membrane (which I eat up)

Hilarious Grandparent Designs. But I still prefer @esthyradler ‘s Grandparents. The superior Grandparents.

Anyways... The Quarterly was GREAT!

I kinda find it funny the Zim story is the weaker one of the two again... But I honestly blame the Christmas Horror blob connection and the Christmas Carol parody.

Or maybe my Membrane Bias is clouding my mind here. I do have Zim bias but sometimes Zim can frustrate me. There’s just so many times Zim can do and say the same things you know? Zim is my baby, but sometimes his denial and annoyance with everyone can be very predictable at points. Zim was just way more fun in the last quarterly than this one.

With Membrane it’s more of a blank slate what to do with him cause he ony started really mattering as a character since ETF. Yes, I do love show Membrane, but I admit he wasn’t exactly a character then. More of a presence and excuse for why Dib had access to lab equipment. With Dib’s Dilemma and this Hoilday special, the Quarterly folks seem determined to turn him into a fully realized character with the rest of the cast and I’m extremely excited to hear that!

(Computer issue/backstory WHEN?!)

I don’t really have ratings or systems for these but hope you liked my thoughts.

Merry Christmas everyone.

#Invader Zim #invader zim quarterly #IZ comics #IZ comics Spoilers #danachan's rants #Professor Membrane

113 notes · View notes

rhosyn-du · 3 years

Text

Never make a mess when a total catastrophe will do - Chapter Two

Pairings: Jimon, past Clace, background Clizzy, a bunch of other minor background pairings Rating: Explicit Art: @cor321 Beta: @all-thestories-aretrue Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, fake dating, oh my god they were roommates, friends with benefits, idiots to lovers, pining, miscommunication, holidays, drinking games, mistletoe, symbolically significant Oreos, domestic fluff, brief mention of past character death, Jace’s self-worth issues deserve their own tag Summary: What do you do when you find out your sister is not only dating your ex and love-of-your-high-school-life but is also bringing her home for Christmas? Bring your annoying, hot, annoyingly-hot roommate as your fake boyfriend to show them you're totally fine with it, obviously! There's no possible way this could backfire. Link: AO3 , Tumblr Master Post

Chapter Two

They didn’t talk more about it later. Jace barely saw Simon at all over the following couple weeks, in fact. It’s not that he was intentionally avoiding Simon, but they both had final exams to study for, and Simon was wrapped up in guitar ensemble rehearsals for the winter concert on top of that. If Jace had spent a little more of his study time in the library than was strictly necessary and that just happened to prevent any further discussions of dispays of physical affection and practice dates, that was entirely beside the point.

What Jace hadn’t counted on was how unprepared he’d feel pulling up outside the Queen Anne style townhouse he’d called home for most of his childhood. He suddenly wished he’d let Simon talk him into driving together and using the drive as a last minute planning session, even if it meant they’d need to coordinate their trip back to Boston. As much as he’d been avoiding talking about their plan, it really only occurred to Jace on the drive how much he wished they actually had, you know, a plan.

“Wow,” Simon said, hopping out of the hand-painted van he’d parked right behind Jace’s car. “Is that an actual turret?”

“Yup, gotta love those late 19th century architectural fads,” Jace answered as he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk. “The house belonged to Maryse’s grandparents, and I’ve never been able to tell how much she actually likes the style and how much is just childhood nostalgia, but she hasn’t even changed much of the interior except for renovations and repairs.”

“I have a hard time imagining growing up in a place like this,” Simon said as he joined Jace with his own suitcase in hand. “And it’s not like my mom’s house is tiny or anything, but this is just...” He waved a hand vaguely at the house. “A lot.”

He didn’t ask why Jace was sharing a tiny apartment furnished entirely secondhand if his family lived in a house like this, and Jace didn’t offer an explanation.

“You don’t need to be nervous,” Jace said, even though there was plenty to be nervous about. “I promise the house doesn’t bite.”

“Yeah, less worried about the house than the people in it,” Simon told him.

“I thought you were, like, the parent whisperer,” Jace teased. “Isn’t that why you offered to come with me? Because you make a great boyfriend? Trust me, as long as Alec and Izzy think you make me happy, they’ll love you, and you know more about comics than anyone I’ve ever met, so Max will love you regardless.”

“Okay,” Simon said, releasing a heavy breath. “Okay, thanks. You’re right, I just got a little intimidated by the house, but this is all going to be fine.”

“Maryse is probably going to hate you, though,” Jace continued, keeping his face carefully deadpan. “She hates everyone we bring home. It’s like a rite of passage. But you’re great with parents, so I’m sure you’ll at least avoid intentional food poisoning.”

Simon stared at him in horror, and Jace couldn’t keep a hit of a smile from breaking through.

“I hate you,” Simon told him.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Jace said, “I’m pretty sure the food poisoning wasn’t actually intentional.”

“Wait, there was actual food poisoning?”

“Come on,” Jace said, heading toward the door. “I want to get inside before we freeze to death.”

“You are such a dick sometimes,” Simon muttered, catching up to him.

Then, he slipped his free hand into Jace’s like it was a totally normal thing to do, and Jace had to catch himself from tripping over the steps.

“Careful,” Simon said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “I’m not going to make a very good impression on your family if you fall and break your neck before we even get inside.”

And there was just nothing to say to that, to how uncomfortable it wasn’t to have Simon’s hand in his like this, to the way it made him want. So Jace simply rolled his eyes and pushed open the front door, letting the scent of home wrap around him like a warm blanket.

“Okay,” Simon said quietly as he surveyed the entryway, complete with antique chandelier. “Feeling a little intimidated again.” And it was so easy for Jace to just give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey, you made it,” a warm voice greeted them. “With as bad as traffic has been, we thought you’d be another hour at least.”

“Hey, man,” Jace said, dropping Simon’s hand so he could pull his brother into a hug. “People must be staying home for the holidays this year, because we barely hit any traffic at all.” He glanced around. “Where is everyone?”

“Iz should be here any minute, Max is holed up in his room playing video games with his friends, and Magnus is helping Mom with some last-minute grocery shopping for dinner tomorrow.” Alec held out a hand to Simon. “I’m Alec, since Jace apparently can’t be bothered to make introductions like a civilized person.”

“It’s okay,” Simon said, giving his hand a quick shake, “I gave up on the idea of Jace being civilized the first time I saw him eat pizza that had been sitting out on the counter for three days.”

“That was your pizza,” Jace pointed out.

“Yeah,” Simon said, “which I was going to throw away because I forgot about it for three days.”

“On the subject of uncivilized,” Jace said, turning back to Alec, who was looking just a little too pleased, “you really sent Magnus shopping with Maryse? Buddy, if you decided you don’t want to marry the guy, just break it off with him. You don’t have to throw him to the wolves like that.”

Alec’s tiny smile became a little less tiny and a whole lot softer. “Magnus and Mom have actually been getting along lately. She wanted his opinion on wine pairings, so they went to the store and left me here so I can pull the bread out of the oven when it’s done. It’s very weird, but also nice.”

“That does sound very weird,” Jace told him, “but I’m glad things are working out and Maryse has found some level of chill somewhere.”

“Hopefully that means I won’t get poisoned,” Simon said.

Alec snorted. “If you want to avoid it, you should probably avoid mentioning you know about that. Or any other embarrassing family stories Jace might have shared with you.”

“And don’t eat anything Izzy hands you,” Jace added. “Anything she cooks probably won’t kill you, but the taste will make you wish you were dead.”

“So, I should just fast while I’m here,” Simon said. “Good to know.”

Jace led Simon upstairs to drop off their bags while Alec checked on the bread.

“Just toss your bag anywhere,” Jace said, opening the door to his old room. “We can argue over who gets which side of the dresser later.”

“Sure,” Simon said cheerfully, “as long as we can be civil deciding who gets which side of the bed.” He stopped just inside the doorway. “Wow, okay. The apparently very small bed.”

And this really was something that should have occurred to him, Jace realized. It wasn’t that he hadn’t considered that he’d be sharing a bed with Simon. They’d even talked about it, briefly, and agreed it was no big deal. But Jace hadn’t considered exactly how much smaller his childhood bed was than the generous queen he slept in back home. It was technically large enough to fit two grown men, but only technically.

“Don’t worry,” Jace said, falling back on his trademark bravado, “I won’t get mad if you cuddle me in your sleep. I know you can’t help it if your subconscious recognizes that I’m irresistible.”

“I’m more worried about your freakishly sharp elbows,” Simon muttered.

“As long as you don’t snore or steal the covers, you won’t have to worry about my elbows,” Jace told him. He was planning to keep his elbows, and the rest of him, as far away from Simon as possible. Which, given the size of the bed, was maybe three inches.

“Dude, I do not snore,” Simon protested. “You know that; we live together.”

“You absolutely snore after your fourth drink.”

“I wasn’t planning to get drunk with your family,” Simon said, tossing his bag onto the bed.

“You say that now,” Jace said, leaving his own bag next to the door. “But wait until you get the full Lightwood Christmas experience before deciding you want to spend the whole thing sober.”

“If your family drives me to drink, you don’t get to blame me for snoring,” Simon countered. Which was probably fair, but Jace was saved from having to admit that by the sound of voices coming from downstairs.

“That’d be Izzy,” Jace said, “and we’d better get down there before she accuses me of trying to hide you from her.”

“Jace,” called a singsong voice, right on cue, “quit making out with your mystery hottie and get down here so we can actually meet him.”

“You should be careful making demands like that,” Jace called back. “What if I’m not wearing any pants?”

“We’ve all seen it. Get your ass down here “

“I like your sister already,” Simon told him.

“You say that now, but wait until she decides you count as family. She won’t be any better with you.” He took Simon’s hand. Because it helped sell their relationship. Because he could. Simon laced their fingers together, and Jace tried not to feel any way about that at all as he led Simon back down the stairs.

They only made it a couple steps before Simon came to a complete stop, almost causing Jace to trip the rest of the way down the staircase. He heard Simon mutter a soft ‘oh crap’ at the same time a bright, redheaded whirlwind came rushing up the stairs at them.

“Oh my god, Simon?” Clary grabbed Simon into a giant bearhug, effectively tearing his hand out of Jace’s. “You’re Jace’s mystery boyfriend? How did I not know about this? You didn’t even tell me you were dating anyone, you jerk! What happened to best friend gossip privileges?”

Clary pulled back from the hug, and now that Jace could actually see her face, he could see the hint of concern she was trying to hide under her wide smile.

“Clary. Hi,” Simon said, eyes wide. “I was going to tell you, I swear. It’s just, this is kind of new and so...” He trailed off, looking panicked. His eyes caught Jace’s. “But, uh, yeah. This is Jace. My boyfriend. Jace, this is my best friend, Clary Fray.”

“Yeah,” Jace said, looking between the two of them and feeling more than a little out of his depth. He’d planned for things to be weird, but not this weird. “We’ve met.” He flashed Clary a smile. “Fray, huh?”

She nodded. “I couldn’t keep his name. Not after...after everything. Fray is the name Mom used before she married Luke. It’s the name I remember her having when I was little, so.” She shrugged. “I filed the paperwork to have it legally changed the day I turned eighteen.”

“It suits you,” Jace told her, and let himself be pulled into a tight hug that he suspected was as much because she needed one as that she was glad to see him. Clary had never told him much about the biological father she barely knew, but she’d told him enough to know that Clary held him responsible for her mother’s death, even if the courts had cleared him of any wrongdoing.

“Thanks,” Clary whispered, before surreptitiously drying her eyes on his shoulder and pulling back to flash a smile that was less forced than Jace expected. “So, tell me how this happened without me hearing about it.” She bumped Jace with her shoulder. “And if it’s so new, what possessed you to subject Simon to your family holidays?”

“Hey,” Izzy said, walking up behind Clary and wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist. Jace had to admit, they looked...well, right together. “That’s my family, too, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Clary said, offering a soft grin over her shoulder. “And the fact that I’m here should tell you exactly how much I love you.”

“Fair,” Izzy said, then looked at Simon. “So, how’d my brother convince you to join this circus?”

“We made a trade,” Simon said, straight-faced. “I put up with his family for Christmas and he puts up with mine for my cousin Rachel’s wedding.” He leaned in and told Izzy in a stage whisper, “Also, I’m weak for his smile, but don’t tell him I said that, because he will abuse it.”

“You say that like I don’t already abuse it,” Jace said, sliding his arm around Simon’s waist in a mirror of Izzy and Clary’s pose. “And to answer your earlier question, us being officially together is new, but we’ve been sort of on the verge of dating for ages. Practically since we started sharing an apartment last year.”

Clary let out a peal of delighted laughter. “Oh, you’re the roommate. It makes sense now.” Before Jace could ask what made sense, she was pulling the both of them into a tight hug. “I’m really happy for both of you.”

“If I’d known you were going to be this excited, I definitely would have mentioned it sooner,” Simon said, pulling back from the hug.

Jace tried to catch his eye, wondering what on earth was going on. He knew both Clary and Simon well enough to know he was missing something, but he had no idea what it was. Simon ignored him, and that just made Jace more suspicious.

“Come on,” Izzy said. “You can have your hug fest later. Right now, I want to help Alec get things set up in the kitchen and maybe surprise Mom by getting dinner started before she gets back.”

Jace and Clary exchanged a panicked look, and Jace frantically searched his mind for excuses to keep Izzy busy. He didn’t actually want a repeat of the food poisoning episode, after all.

“Actually,” Simon said, turning a bright smile on Izzy. “I was kind of hoping you’d be willing to show me your Lego Star Wars collection before we get too wrapped up in family stuff. Jace mentioned you have the deluxe Imperial Star Destroyer set from the early 2000’s, and I’ve never actually seen one in person.”

“Oh,” Izzy said, looking torn. “I’m not sure—”

“We can help Alec in the kitchen,” Clary said quickly. “You two go do your nerd thing. I knew this was inevitable when I finally introduced you two anyway. And this way I get the chance to harass my bestie’s new boyfriend without him in the way trying to keep me from learning the embarrassing details.”

“You know, on second thought—” Simon began, looking slightly panicked.

“Come on,” Izzy interrupted, smiling brightly and grabbing his hand.

Simon flashed Clary a betrayed look, then looked to Jace for support. Jace simply smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, love muffin,” he said mildly. “I’d never intentionally embarrass you.”

“I want you to know that I hate both of you,” Simon said before allowing Izzy to drag him back up the stairs.

“My collection is all still in my old room,” Izzy said. “Clary and I have been looking for an apartment big enough I can actually move the rest of my stuff out of here, but so far we haven’t found anything in our price range.”

Jace turned back to Clary. “Exactly what kind of embarrassing stories were you hoping for? Because I have many.”

Clary shook her head. “I’m pretty sure I’ve got more embarrassing Simon stories than you do. I’ve got almost two decades worth. But I was actually hoping to talk to you alone anyway, and this seems like the best chance we’re going to get.”

Jace followed her down the stairs and into the study. “Sounds serious. You planning to give me a shovel talk?”

Clary laughed, shaking her head. “No, I know you, remember? I’m not worried about you hurting Simon. Well,” she amended, “not any more than I am about him hurting you.” She met his eyes with a soft smile. “You might be the only person I know with a heart as big as Simon’s, as much as you try to hide it.”

Jace looked away. It had been two years since the last time he’d seen her, and she could still see right to the heart of him. He didn’t want to know what she’d see if she kept looking. “Clary—”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” she teased. “But I didn’t actually bring you out here to talk about Simon. I wanted to apologize.”

Jace frowned, looking back at her. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for.” He was more than a little grateful not to have Clary grilling him about his entirely fabricated relationship, but he wasn’t sure where this conversation was going.

“No, I do,” she insisted. “I promised to keep in touch when you moved away, and I didn’t.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Jace said, even if maybe it had been at first. Those first few months at school had been hard. Jace always thought he was used to being alone, especially after his mother’s suicide, but he found out just how much he’d come to rely on his new family when he didn’t see them every day. They’d kept in touch, of course, but with Izzy immersed in her studies and Alec all wrapped up in his new relationship with Magnus, it wasn’t anything like what it had been when they were all under one roof.

For a while, he and Clary had been in touch nearly every day, sometimes texting multiple times a day. Jace told her about his classes and how much he liked Boston, and Clary told him all about trying to narrow down which art schools she wanted to apply to. It was almost the same sort of easy friendship they’d had before he left, after they agreed they were better off as friends.

But after a couple months, Clary’s messages came less and less often, and eventually stopped altogether. Jace tried not to let it bother him, but he started drinking a bit too much and going to a few too many parties. Which was how he’d met Maia, his attempts at flirting somehow leading to him getting his ass handed to him at beer pong, and soon he found himself with an entire group of new friends. Although Maia insisted for almost a year that she and Jace were merely antagonistic acquaintances.

Clary gave him a look that told him she knew exactly how full of it he was. “It was a shitty thing to do, and I was a shitty friend,” she told him. “Especially because I did it on purpose. Izzy and I started getting close and I started to have feelings for her, and I didn’t know what to say to you about it. I didn’t know how to even talk to you about what was going on in my life without mentioning that she was becoming such a big part of it.”

“You didn’t actually have to hide it from me, you know,” Jace said. “I was surprised when Izzy first told me, but I’m mostly just glad you’re both happy. And seeing you together, I know you both are.”

“Thanks,” Clary said. “I didn’t want to hurt you or make things weird. For a while, I thought I could just ignore what I was feeling, but Iz is just... She’s not someone you can ignore, you know?”

“Oh, I know exactly how hard my sister is to ignore, believe me.” Jace stopped, considered, then admitted something he had never said—would never say—to another person. But this was Clary, and he knew she would never repeat it. And even if she did, he could always play it off as part of the act. “She and Simon have that in common. You know, I actually thought I hated him at first? He’s so enthusiastic about everything, and so sincere, and just.” He shrugged. “Not the kind of person I thought would ever do it for me.”

“But he won you over with his boyish charm?” Clary guessed.

“Mm,” Jace agreed. And the way he loved without reserve. Not just his family and friends, but his music, his favorite films, even the crappy nachos from the 7-11 down the block from their apartment. Simon loved every part of life, and being around him, Jace could almost imagine what that felt like. “Well, that and his abs.”

“Can’t forget those,” Clary laughed.

“Not with how often he eats breakfast shirtless,” Jace agreed. “Come on. If we aren’t in the kitchen by the time Izzy gets back downstairs, you know she’ll try to help Alec herself, and I was kind of hoping for dinner to be edible.”

~~~

Dinner was surprisingly painless. Maryse was more relaxed and happy than Jace had ever seen her, and he couldn’t help wondering how much of that was related to the very unsubtle smiles she kept exchanging with Clary’s stepfather. Even Max, who was deep in throes of preteen scorn, grudgingly admitted that Simon being in a band was “pretty cool” and joined in on some of Simon, Clary, and Izzy’s excited nerd talk that went entirely over Jace’s head.

After dinner, they retired to the living room for eggnog and carols. Jace limited himself to a single cup of Magnus’s infamous eggnog, knowing better than to let himself get drunk when he was putting on a show for his family. Or sharing his tiny bed with Simon.

As usual, Jace let himself get pushed over the piano to play. He felt something in him settle as soon as he rested his fingers on the keys of Maryse’s baby grand, the feel different and so much more familiar than the ancient keyboard he had back in Boston or the well-used uprights in the practice rooms at school.

When Jace had first come to live with the Lightwoods, he’d been afraid to touch the piano. His mother had put him in lessons as soon as he was old enough, but she hated to listen to him play and often chastised him for not being a better player, saying he should be better at it with how talented his father was. Now, he understood that it was just another manifestation of the combined grief and mental illness that led to Celine’s death, but at the time he’d hated how awful he was at playing, no matter how much he enjoyed doing it.

But Maryse knew he played and encouraged him to use her piano. She told him that it had been her father’s, and though she’d taken lessons herself as a child, she’d never really loved it the way he had. She said that the instrument deserved to be loved, and as long as Jace loved playing it, she didn’t care how good he was or wasn’t.

It was the first time he’d really felt like this could be his home.

“Okay,” Jace said after the third version of O Tannenbaum with ridiculous altered lyrics—this one courtesy of Simon rather than Max or Clary, about an ill-fated toad who chose the wrong moment to cross the street, “I think my fingers are done for the night.”

“Oh, come on,” Clary said. “Simon and I have at least a dozen more of these we came up with when we were kids.”

“When we were little, I only knew the lyrics to the Christmas songs they played on the radio, so Fray made up silly lyrics to the other ones and told me they were real,” Simon explained. “And it made her so happy that I went along with it even for the couple I did know.”

“There will be plenty of time for more singing tomorrow,” Maryse said. “But if I know this one,” she continued, smiling at Max, “we’re all going to be dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn for presents.”

“Mom,” Max whined, “I’m not a kid anymore. I know the presents will still be there whenever I get up.”

“I seem to remember someone who looked an awful lot like you waking us up before sunrise last year,” Magnus said with exaggerated confusion. “Perhaps you have a twin I haven’t met?”

Max fixed him with a withering look. “Last year, I was eleven. This year I’m twelve,” he said, as though that explained it.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you’ve grown out of it,” Alec told him. “Because I intend to sleep in. And if you try to get me out of bed early, I’ll remind you of this conversation.”

“Oh, no need for that, darling,” Magnus said cheerfully. “I’ll just barricade the door before we go to sleep so he can’t get to us.”

“Brilliant,” Alec said, giving Magnus a frankly sappy smile. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

“And on that note,” Jace said, “I think I’m going to head to bed before I die of sweetness overdose.”

“Oh, please,” Magnus said, giving him an unimpressed look. “We all saw you and Simon making eyes at each other over those cookies you were frosting earlier.”

“It’s true,” Izzy said before Jace could protest. “You don’t get to tease Alec about being a sap anymore, not now that we’ve all actually seen you with someone you love.”

Jace froze, his mouth half open, then quickly snapped it shut. It made sense that Izzy would assume. He’d brought Simon home for Christmas, after all. That was the story they were selling even if they hadn’t actually discussed it, even if it wasn’t something Jace had said or even implied. And whatever he did feel for Simon, it certainly wasn’t love. It was, at best, a friendly crush. A very intense friendly crush.

Izzy seemed to realize her mistake, glancing between him and Simon with a look of dawning panic.

“No, you’re misunderstanding how this works,” Simon said easily, because of course Izzy’s words hadn’t sent him into a panic the way they had Jace. “Jace gets to tease Alec, and you, and you both get to tease him back.”

“Yep,” Clary agreed. “Those are the rules, because that means I still get to tease Simon.”

“Please,” Izzy said. “Clary and I are too sophisticated to be sappy.”

“I’m pretty sure I heard you call Clary ‘cuddle bug’ earlier,” Alec said.

“And I definitely saw you laugh at that terrible joke she told at dinner,” Jace added.

“She ate one of the cookies you made,” Max accused.

“Yeah, sorry, cutie,” Clary said. “We’re really pretty sappy.”

“Fine,” Izzy huffed. “But I just think you’re all jealous because I’ve got the cutest girlfriend.”

“Yes, Izzy,” Alec said drily. “You’ve uncovered my secret. I’m extremely jealous of your girlfriend.”

“I knew it,” Izzy said smugly, as though Alec had been perfectly sincere.

“Definitely in danger of dying of sweetness overdose,” Jace said.

That set off another round of teasing, this time with Izzy throwing in not so subtle attempts to drag Maryse and Luke into it. Jace wasn’t sure why Izzy was so determined to make the two admit there was something between them. It was obvious there was just from the way they acted around each other. Maryse would tell them when she was ready, just like she had when she and Robert filed for divorce.

It was almost another hour before Jace finally made his way up the stairs toward his room. He was surprised when Simon rose to follow him, but didn’t say anything until they were back in his room.

“I’m surprised you didn’t stay to nerd out with Clary and Iz some more.”

“I get to talk to Clary all the time,” he said with a shrug. “Besides, it’ll be easier to keep up the whole fake boyfriend thing if I don’t let her get me alone. She’d definitely figure out something’s up if I let her start grilling me about our relationship. Also, you don’t get to call me a nerd when you know just as much about Star Wars as I do.”

“It’s impossible to grow up with Izzy and not know way too much about Star Wars,” Jace said, pulling off his shirt and tossing it over a chair. “Are you still sure about doing this? Neither of us counted on Clary, and I’ll understand if you want to back out.”

“Huh?” Simon said, sounding distracted. Jace turned to look at him and thought he detected the faintest flush on Simon’s cheeks when he met his eyes. “I mean, yeah, no, I’m not backing out.” He gave an uncomfortable shrug as he pulled a set of pajamas out of his suitcase. “The last thing I want is to have to explain this whole thing to Clary.”

“Good point,” Jace agreed, turning around to put on his own pajama bottoms. It was tempting to watch Simon change, but it was also a very bad idea. “I don’t want to think about what she’d have to say to both of us if she knew.”

There was a beat of silence before Simon asked, “So, do you, um, have a preferred side of the bed?”

Jace turned to look at him, only a little disappointed to find Simon fully dressed in his pajamas. As usual when someone asked a question he didn’t want to think about, Jace flashed a smirk. “In a bed this small, I usually just take up the whole thing.”

“Well, unless you want me on top of you, you should pick a side,” Simon said, unimpressed. “Because I’m not sleeping on the floor.”

“I’ll take the left,” Jace said quickly, trying and mostly failing to avoid thinking about exactly how much he did want Simon on top of him. “I’m just gonna hit the bathroom real quick.”

Which was how Jace found himself locked in the tiny guest bathroom, lip caught between his teeth as he frantically tugged at his cock. He hadn’t planned on jerking off, but he couldn’t get Simon’s words out of his head, and he sure as hell wasn’t getting into bed with Simon half-hard, which was really the only other option.

He could picture it far too easily. Simon pressing him into that ridiculously tiny bed, hands gentle but firm, mouth just a little bit desperate.

He came to the thought of rutting up against those ridiculous abs.

By the time Jace cleaned himself up and returned to his room, Simon was nestled under the covers on the right side of the bed. Seeing him like that made something in Jace’s chest clench, and he flipped the light off just so he wouldn’t have to look anymore.

“‘Night,” Simon said as Jace slid into bed, taking care to stay entirely on his side.

“Don’t even think about snoring,” Jace answered.

He lay in the dark for a long time, staring into the darkness, listening to the sounds of the city that didn’t quite drown out the soft breathing of the man beside him. He tried not to think about how easy and relaxed the night had been, how perfect it would have been if only half of it weren’t a lie.

#shadowhunters #shmb2021 #jimon #jimon fic #jace wayland #simon lewis

7 notes · View notes

wonder-kid-pugh · 4 years

Text

Charmed - (Christen Press x daughters!reader)

Because I go back to school today here something to brighten up your day hopefully. Hope you enjoy!!!

"Momma please I'm tired!" Isabella whines while rubbing her eyes. I shake my head, "So is Momma. Besides your a big girl now, you need to get use to walking by yourself. I can't always carry you Bella". She tries to give me her puppy dog eyes but I shake my head at her again, "It's not going to work Bella".

She huffs and crosses her arms and stomps away. Kelley rocks up beside me while I rub my temples, "I don't know why you bother". I look at her, "What do you mean?" she shakes her head, "What I mean is that little girl has the team wrapped around her little finger but there is one person that could never say no to that kid". I'm about to ask her what she's talking about but Isabella's giggles catch my attention.

I turn to see Bella giggle while Tobin lifts her up in her arms. Bella smiles before wrapping her small arms around her neck and resting her head on her shoulder closing her eyes. Admittedly I melted at the sight of the two together and smile at the two. Kelley chuckles, "I'm telling you Pressy your kid has Tobin wrapped around her finger".

I roll my eyes, "It's one time Kels. Besides what's the worst that could happen". Kelley smirks and shrugs walking to the bus, "Guess we'll see won't we?"

~~~

"Momma! Momma! Momma!" Isabella yells as she runs up to me. I smile and scoop her up in my arms tickling her tummy, "What's up Love Bug?" She gives me her big toothy smile as she quickly pats my shoulders, "Can we go get ice cream?" I frown and look at the time, "I don't think so. Not today Bug." Her smile drops and she frowns while squirming in my arms a bit, "But Momma!"

I shake my head, "Sorry bug but you know I don't like you having ice cream close to bedtime". She lets out a small "humpf" before patting my shoulders to let her down before running off towards Mal and the other youngin's.

"I will never understand how you could say no to that little angel" Julie chuckles, "I would cave at the first sight of her puppy eyes". I laugh as an arm wraps around my shoulder. "Well she does take after her mother. She's an adorable little bean" Pinoe smiles. I smile brightly, "She's my little mini me".

"Hey! Get back here!"

We all watch as Bella runs across the field while a wet Sonnett chases her. "Run Speedy run!" Lindsey shouts which makes Sonnett stop and turn on the blonde, "How are you on her side?" Isabella giggles as she makes it to me while Lindsey shrugs, "She's cuter duh". Sonnett gasps and holds her hand over her heart in mock hurt, "How- actually nevermind your right".

Ash walks up beside me and tousles Isabella's hair making her giggle again, "Yep just like her mother".

~~~

I knock on the door and wait a minute before it opens again revealing Alex, "Hey Christen what's up?" I crane my head to the side trying to look past her, "I was wondering if Bella's here. She said she wanted to play with Tobin". But she shakes her head sideways, "No I think they went out with the youngsters but they should be back soon".

I nod, "Okay thanks Alex. See ya later". She smiles, "Bye Pressy". I start to walk back to my room but stop when I hear people coming towards me, "Hi Chris!" I turn with a smile but quickly frown as I see them, "Hey guys. Did you get ice cream?" Isabella tries to hide behind Tobin's legs and hides her ice cream covered face. I sigh, "Bella I thought I told you no ice cream today. You know I don't like you eating this close to bedtime".

She looks down at the ground, "I'm sorry mommy. But I asked Toby and she said yes!" I raise an eyebrow at Tobin who now mirrors my daughter's sheepish stance, "She gave me the puppy eyes! I couldn't say no!" I sigh and take a napkin from her and clean Bella's face, "Cmon bug it's time for bed". She takes my hand but doesn't follow as she looks at me and then back at Tobin, "Please don't be mad at Toby..."

I crouch down to her height and smooth down her hair, "I'm not mad at Toby. Just next time when I say no ice cream that means no ice cream okay?" She nods her head feverishly and I smile and give her a kiss and pick her up. "If I say I'm sorry do I get a kiss too?" Tobin says with a dopey smile. I roll my eyes but give Tobin a quick peck.

"Ewwww Mally they're kissing!"

~~~

"Mommy! We need to get snackies for movie night! WE'RE WATCHING THE LION KING!" Isabella shouts followed by her best roar. I chuckle as I look at her. I will never know why but her favourite movie has always been the Lion King. She's just fascinated by it.

Last time we watched it at movie night, Rose started talking during it so Isabella plopped herself right in her lap and watched the rest of the film with her hand over Rose's mouth.

"Don't worry Bug I got your snackies okay. Just remember not to eat to much. Too much sugar before bed makes you hyper" I tell her. She nods but I can tell it went in one ear and out the other, "Yeah yeah okay. Now let's go!" I chuckle as I watch her run out of the room and down the hall to Mal and Rose's room. She knocks rapidly on the door before the door opens, "Mally!" Mal smiles and picks up my daughter, "Hey Izzy". The forward smiles at me, "Hey Chris". I smile as I walk up to them, "Hey Mal". She nods her head, "Cmon the teams inside. We were just waiting for this little one".

Bella squirms a bit as Mal tickles her and squeals, "Mally! Stop". I roll my eyes playfully, "Cmon you two". I smile as I slide onto the bed beside Tobin who looks up and grins at me, "Hey". I give her a quick kiss, "Hey". We all settle into our seats before we start to play the movie. I lean into Tobin as she wraps an arm around me. Isabella was lying all wrapped up with Mal in blankets as the end of the bed her eyes never leaving the screen. Apart from when she got up and started singing along with the movie.

"Okay I'm cutting you off bug" I say as Bella reaches for another packet of jellies. She pouts but is quickly forgotten about as her attention is pulled back to the screen. I was checking my phone when I hear a wrapper crunch beside me. "Bella!" I sigh exasperated as she freezes mid reach. The whole room looks at us as Bella freezes as she's about to take an Oreo from Tobin who also freezes.

She holds my stare but quickly stuffs an Oreo in her mouth and chews while I sigh, "Bella I said no more". She gives me a cute look while she continued chewing. I sigh again as I look at Tobin beside me, "Don't think your getting off easy here". Mal laughs, "It's not Tobin's fault". Tobin smiles, "Thanks Mal". Mal shrugs, "Izzy has her wrapped around her little finger". Tobin pouts while Bella smiles brightly.

"Yeah. It's hard to tell who Tobin's more whipped for. Christen or Izzy?" Sonnett laughs. The whole team laughs while Tobin shrinks back. She looks at me for help but I shake my head, "They're right. You crack at the first sign of her eyes". She throws her hands up, "I can't help it! She has your eyes and I'm weak!" I scoff but I can't stop the smile coming to my face, "Stop acting cute I'm supposed to be mad". She pouts even harder at me making me chuckle, "Fine but your dealing with her when she is bouncing off the walls from a sugar high". Tobin nods, "Okay".

The movie ends and everyone goes back to their own rooms but Bella shows no signs of slowing down for the night. "Bella it's time for bed" I say gently. She clings onto Mal, "Noooo can I stay with Mally?" I shake my head, "Not tonight Bella maybe another night okay? But we have training tomorrow and Mal needs to sleep". She frowns but nods before turning back to Mal, "Nighty night Mally". Mal smiles and kisses her head, "Night Izzy. I'll see you in the morning". I pick Bella up and wave goodnight to Mal and Rose before heading back to our room.

After getting Bella to stay still long enough to put on her pyjamas there's a knock on the door. Before I can even register Bella's already at the door opening it, "Hey Mommy". She smiles and picks up Bella, "Hey Iz". She carries her to the bed and smiles at her, "Ready for our sleepover?" She flashes her toothy grin, "Yeah". I get ready for bed and watch as Bella tires Tobin out until she eventually convinces her to go to bed.

"I told you. She gets a crazy sugar high if she eats too much before bed" I laugh as Tobin drops onto the bed. "Noted" she says but it's muffled by the blanket. I sigh and run a hand through my hair, "Seriously though you need to stop giving her everything. I know it's hard and I hate saying no sometimes but it had to be done. Like tonight for example". Tobin sighs and sits up and nods, "Yeah okay. But like I said she's a mini you and when I see her eyes she just...makes me melt. But I promise I'll try harder to not cave to everything". I nod, "Good".

I turn to my smiling 4 year old, "Now you!" I lift her and put her in between the two of us on the bed, "You need to stop targeting Mommy because she gives you everything. If one of us says no to something, that means no okay?" She nods with a small smile, "Okay Momma". I smile and kiss her head, "Good now time for bed".

She nods while lying down cuddling into my side, "Okay night Momma. Night Mommy. I love you". Tobin kisses the back of her head, "We love you too". And after a few minutes you could hear soft snores coming from her. When I look over I see Tobin has fallen asleep as well. I close my eyes and start to drift off.

Thinking of how long it takes before Tobin cracks again.

#christen press x reader #christen press imagines #christen press imagine #christen press #tobin heath #kelley o'hara #mal pugh #Christen Press daughter

109 notes · View notes

publickoccurances · 3 years

Text

Female companions react to Sole coming back from weeks on the road after a big argument, to profess their love for them.

Cait: It felt like a lifetime since she’d last seen Sole. She’d lost track of the time since that nasty row the two of them had. It wasn’t their first fight as a couple. Hell, they had fights all the time. Cait had always put it down to them both being passionate and stubborn people. But this fight, boy oh boy it had been big.

Cait couldn’t exactly remember how it had started. They’d been sat around a campfire in Sanctuary, nursing a drink each. A settler had come over and asked to join them. Now in Cait’s mind they had been having a moment, so when Sole agreed to let someone join them it had enraged her. Even more so when more people joined. Their moment together had been turned into a social gathering.

Maybe it had been the booze, but all Cait could remember was kicking off big time when they were finally alone in their home they’d been sharing. She remembered shouting something along the lines of ‘Yer so busy pussyfooting around this sad lot that you forget who’s stood right in front of ye. Me! I’m stood right here fecking begging for your attention! Who do ye think I am huh? Some pathetic housewife? If ye can’t see how fecking good you’ve got it maybe you should just piss off!’

Why had she been so angry? Sure Sole sometimes was a bit oblivious to her attempts at being affectionate. And it did get a bit frustrating that when she would plan something nice for them Sole would invite any Tom, Dick and Harry to join them. But had it really been such a big deal? Did she really need to drive the person she was falling in love with away?

Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts there was a knock on the door. ‘Who the feck is knocking at this time o’ night?’ Cait muttered to herself as she pulled herself out of bed. Whoever it was that had disturbed her precious ‘wallow in your own self pity’ time would certainly be getting a punch to the jaw.

Cait stumbled to the door. God damn, maybe she’d drank one too many beers tonight. Oh well. She was at the door now. Might as well answer. Her strong hand pulled down the handle. “Now whoever ye think ye are, ye best have a good fecking reason to...” She stopped mid sentence.

“Hey...” A familiar soft voice spoke out.

Cait took a step away from the door, shaking her head slightly. Surely this was a dream?

Sole stepped inside, closing the door behind them. “Look Cait- I just want to say that I’m..”

Cait shook her head before they could even finish the sentence. She could feel rage boiling up inside her. Sole had left. It had been weeks. No word. No news. No nothing. And here they were trying to say sorry???

“You cruel heartless piece of shite!” She roared. Well that had certainly not meant to be as loud as it was. “Fecking weeks I’ve been here waiting on ye! For all I knew ye were some fecking mongrels snack by now, an’ what? Yer just gonna show up outta the blue? Say yer sorry???” Though her voice radiated anger, there was a twinge of hurt. Sole. The one person she had slowly been opening herself up to and they had left.

Sole felt their stomach drop as they watched on. At this point they couldn’t even focus on the insults Cait was hurling at them. No. They were too focused on what seemed to be tears pricking at her eyes. They had never seen Cait cry before. Suddenly Sole zoned back in to what Cait was saying.

“Ye wasn’t supposed to really piss off.” She eventually sighed on defeat, turning away from Sole. She sss trying so hard not to appear weak in front of them. But here she was. Fighting back tears.

Sole stepped forward, reaching our for Caits hand. Even when they felt Cait flinch away they didn’t hesitate to take her hand in their own. They had turned their back on her once, but they weren’t going to do it again. They had sometbing to say and it had to be said now.

“Cait. It’s really important that you listen to what I have to say right now.” Sole pleaded, using their other hand to tilt Caits head so her gaze met their own. “I know you’re so mad at me right now. But I need you to for once shut up and listen to me okay?”

Cait was slightly taken aback. Shut up and listen? Shut up and fecking listen? Who on gods green earth did they think they fecking were? She had in fact been so taken aback that she couldn’t even muster up a reaction, she just blankly stared.

“I fucked up. I fucked up big time.” Sole began, their voice soft and low, eyes on Caits as they spoke. “When you told me to leave I should have known better. I should have stayed- but I was stupid and hurt and I left.” The regret in their voice was clear. Even Cait could see that.

Sole took another step closer as they spoke, as though the closer they got the more likely Cait was to listen. “But Cait I came back because, and please don’t freak out about this, but Cait I came back because I love you.”

Cait felt her cheeks suddenly start to burn. She was blushing? She’d never blushed before. Well. She had but it had always been during sex. Sole loved her? After all the nasty things she had said. Sole loved her?

“I- I don’t-ye... I.” Cait stammered as she tried to throw together a sentence that made any kind of sense. “Ye love me?” There was disbelief in her voice as she repeated what Sole had just said.

Sole was decidedly feeling extremely nervous now. But nonetheless they nodded their head. “I love you.” They repeated yet again.

Suddenly Cait had thrown her arms around them, enough to make Sole stagger backward into the door. Okay so that had certainly been an unexpected reaction.

“And I love you.” Cait almost whispered, as though saying it too loud would cause the walls around them to collapse. “Just do me a favour yeah? Next time I tell ye to piss off- don’t listen to me.”

Curie: Curie tapped her fingers impatiently against her desk as she stared at the terminal screen in front of her. Research notes. She felt like all she did now was stare at research notes.

Life had been much more interesting when Sole had been around. They made Curie feel like she was constantly on her feet, constantly engaging her mind. But that had changed rather suddenly. One outburst of anger and frustration from Curie and Some had simply walked away from her. Despite how cruel that sounded in her mind she still missed them dearly. Sole had been rummaging up feelings in her that she had never felt before. Never even knew existed. But now they were gone.

“You are zo zo stupid Curie.” She mumbled to herself as she continued to stare at the research notes. “Ad’ you not shouted such terrible things Sole would still be ere’, no?”

Since Sole had left Curie had picked up a habit of speaking to herself. It helped her try and forget that awful awful day that she had lost her temper and drove Sole away.

Yes Curie remembered it as though it had only happened yesterday. She had been conducting an experiment in the lab when Sole had blundered in as they did most days. Now usually Curie didn’t mind her lover coming to see her as she worked. But that particular day she was experiencing stress for the first time. A specimen wasn’t reacting the way she had hoped under the microscope. And when Sole had accidentally nudged into her as she was positioning the slide it had pushed her over the edge. Much to her disliking Curie remembered every single word she had said.

‘You clearly ave’ no respect for me, no? I work zo hard ere’ trying to find ways of helping the people of this cruel world. And all you do iz’ ruin everything I work on! Look at what you ave’ done! I ave’ been working on this specimen for weeks and now it iz on the floor! Worthless! My work iz’ clearly worthless to you! You must go. You must go now. I wish for you to leave me be. I ave’ a far more important job than to watch you destroy all I care for.’

It had been the first emotional outburst Curie had ever experienced. She hadn’t meant the things she said. In fact, she knew Sole had a great respect for the work that she carried out. But that day the way they had so carelessly conducted themself had just pushed her right over the edge.

Despite this, she wished for them to come back. It had been weeks. She missed her friend. Her lover. Her Sole. She missed them dearly.

When there was a knock on her door Curie didn’t even look away from her computer. “It iz’ open!” She called out. It was probably the order of fest syringes she had put in.

“Curie... hi.” Sole spoke sheepishly as they stepped into Curies lab. They were extremely nervous. The last time they had seen her she had all but chased them out of this very room.

Curie was of course very shocked to see Sole stood there looking so sheepish. She wasn’t sure what this emotion was she was feeling right now. Whether it was relief or anger she couldn’t tell. All she knew was that for once she was at a complete loss for words.

Sole cleared their throat as they stepped closer. “I um- I know I’ve been gone a while-.’ They began, but were quickly interrupted by Curie.

“It as’ been exactly twelve weeks.” Curie stated simply, eyes meeting Soles as she spoke.

Sole nodded their head. God. Curie didn’t miss a beat did she? Well that was one of the reasons they loved her. Now it was just a case of telling her.

Sole fiddled with their hands as they looked down. “Curie. It broke my heart when you said I didn’t have any respect for you.” They admitted quietly, cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment. “But I just want you to know that is the absolute furthest from the truth. Because I love you Curie. And it may have taken twelve weeks for me to muster up the courage to tell you. But I love you okay?”

Curie felt a new emotion. A strong emotion. One that had made her vision for slightly blurry as her mind raced. Love. This was what she was feeling. She was feeling love.

“If that iz’ so...” Curie spoke as she placed her hands on Soles shoulder. “If that iz’ so, then perhaps you would help me conduct an experiment? Show me how one might express thiz’ emotion through... through actions?”

Piper: Piper took a long drag from her cigarette as she tapped away at her keyboard with one hand.

“Headline of the week: Still No News From Blue.” She grumbled to herself, trying to keep as quiet as possible. It was late and Nat was sleeping downstairs. The last thing she wanted was to wake her little sister with her grumbling about someone who clearly hadn’t cared for them.

Damn. She had really thought Blue would be different. Sure she had been pretty fiesty in their last argument. And sure some words had been said that she wished she could take back. But to disappear for weeks on end like this? It was just cruel.

Piper sighed as she moved her hand away from the keyboard, taking a long swig of Nuke Cola. “Come on Piper... you’ve got more important things to be writing about.”

But before she could even begin typing again she had a flashback to the argument in question. God it had been so stupid. Sole had gotten drunk, nothing major, just drunk and annoying. Nothing wrong with that? Well. Maybe had they not have been drunk in front of Nat. What the hell had they been thinking? When Piper had invited them to live with her and Nat she thought it would be to strengthen their relationship, not watch the person she’d been falling in love with act so irresponsible around her little sister.

She remembered the night too well. Her and Nat had been awake reading comic books and listening to the evening radio. Just as they were thinking about heading to bed Sole had stumbled in absolutely stinking of whiskey. She had known they were going to the Dugout, but she hadn’t realised they were going to be getting pissed like this. And it wouldn’t have even bothered her had they just have given her a little heads up so she could have made sure Nat was in bed by the time they’d got back. Her little sis was precious and Piper wasn’t ready to expose her to certain things. Not yet.

The argument that had followed had been terrible. Piper had told Sole to get some fresh air while she got Nat off to bed. And when she joined them outside of the building she didn’t hesitate to lay into them.

‘Blue I told you I didn’t want you being drunk around Nat! She’s seen enough people in states in this city and the last thing that kid needs is to see the person she idolises an absolute mess! Look at you, you can’t even stand up properly! How could you be so fucking irresponsible. I asked you to move in with me because I thought we were going to move onto the next step of our relationship! I thought we were going to- you know what it doesn’t even matter. I want you gone! I don’t want you in my house or near my sister.’

Of course she had only meant for the night. All Piper had wanted was for Sole to sober up and apologise. She had just wanted them to be a little more responsible. But no. They had to take what she said so literally and leave? It had broke her heart. It had broke Nats heart. And here she was at half past midnight now crying silently at her desk as she remembered the last thing she had said to her Blue.

Suddenly Pipers head shot up. Did she just hear a knock on the door? Not even the front door. The door that lead out into the roof? She raised her eyebrow and cautiously moved to the door. Hell she was in no state to entertain right now. Especially when all she wss wearing was an oversized tshirt that had once belonged to Sole.

Piper took a deep breath as she opened the door. She didn’t know who to expect at this time. But when she realise who was stood on the other side she was shocked.

“B-Blue?” Piper gasped quietly. She couldn’t tell if she was super happy or super angry to see them. But nonetheless, she stepped back, allowing them to come inside.

“Sorry if I scared you.” Sole whispered as they rubbed the back of their head. “I figured Nat would be asleep by now and I didn’t want to wake her by knocking on the front door.”

Piper was lighting up another cigarette as Sole spoke. She felt tense. And these magic sticks always made her feel less tense. “I appreciate that.” She had composed herself now. Her tone was slightly cold. It was clear she was looking for Sole to explain themselves now they intial shock had passed.

“It’s been a while huh?” Sole chuckled as they perched themself on the edge of the bed they had once shared with Piper. God they felt so stupid right now.

“Twelve weeks to the day- I mean. I think.” Piper nodded stiffly. Damn it Piper. Don’t sound like you’ve been missing them and counting the days. Be strong. They had hurt you remember.

Sole nodded slowly, looking down to their feet. “You- you look good.”

Piper was starting to get a bit pissed off. Had they really come to her door in the middle of the night to make small talk after disappearing for weeks? What the hell was their deal?

“I know. I always do.” She muttered confidently as she stubbed the cigarette out in an ashtray Sole had made for her. God damn that wasn’t helping her appear cold and uncaring.

“Listen Blue. I don’t know what you came here expecting-.” Piper began to speak but was cut off by a pair of soft lips suddenly meeting her. She couldnt help but melt into the kiss for a moment. But she stuck to her guns and pushed her ex lover away. “No. You don’t get to do that. Not after what you’ve put me through.” As she was speaking Sole was trying to place a piece of paper into her hands. What the hell were they playing at?

Piper let out a frustrated sigh as she looked at the paper. Her hands starting to shake ever so slightly as she read what had been written onto it in a rather artist way. ‘Headline of the week: Blue Loves You Piper’.

“Blue loves you piper... blue loves you piper... wait.” It suddenly clicked and she started into Blues large and now watering eyes. “You- you love me?”

Sole watched her carefully. Nodding their head slowly. They were too scared to speak. Scared that she was gonna be mad at them and kick them out again.

“Well. You’ve got a lot of making up to do.” Piper sighed softly, but a small smile was now tugging at her lips. “But I love you too.”

#fallout #gaming #piper wright #bethesda #fallout 4 #fanfic #curie #Cait #fallout companions react #fallout companions #fallout 4 companions

34 notes · View notes

planetsam · 4 years

Text

Love your Walt adopts Michael fic!! Any chance we might see more of it beyond the 2nd chapter? Maybe some more if the early days where Michael is learning to trust Walt?

The silence is so thick Walt thinks he can hear his own hair grow.

“Well what’d you do before?” He asks, “when you went to those other schools?”

Michael looks down and pushes around his cereal. Walt gets the feeling that he isn’t going to like the answer. Not that he has a whole lot of faith in the system, but Michael seems determined to show him how god awful it really is. The kid has medical records, he’s seen them. But he doesn’t believe for a second they’re accurate.

“Sometimes my foster’s would forge them,” he says, “I’d usually just piss the doctor off enough that they’d sign them so I would go away,” he shrugs, “or I’d forge them.”

“You’re forging documents?” Walt repeats incredulously.

Michael bristles and puffs up. Walt takes another drink of his coffee. Dealing with an alien is hard, dealing with an orphan is hard. Dealing with Michael’s prepubescent hormones makes him want to throw himself out of the window. Walt doesn’t think he could have gotten him at a worse time if he’d actively been trying for it. He can’t quite figure out if there’s a specific thing that sets him off or if it’s just everything. It seems to be the later.

“My species matures faster,” Michael says.

“I didn’t realize you were such an expert,” he says.

Michael’s glare almost makes him regret saying it. But he’s done stupider things to scarier people. Michael might be telekinetic and he may owe the boy something he can never repay, but Michael’s still a punk kid. Walt’s read enough parenting books to know you can’t just give kids whatever they want. You gotta discipline them. But not like the disciplining his old man used to do. Walt refuses to be that kind of person. The disciplining was kind where you said you were disappointed in them and they shaped up because that was supposed to be worse than being mad. Walt doesn’t believe it works on anything except tv but he’s got a preteen alien sitting at his kitchen counter so he’s going to try.

“So you’ve never been to a doctor?” He says. Michael shakes his head, “dentist? Any medical professional?”

“Of course not, I’d be in a lab somewhere if I did.”

“How do you know that?”

Michael stares at him. Walt knows he’s full of shit, that he’s the farthest thing from an expert on aliens despite being one. The old guilt churns through him. He got time with Miss Nora, time that Michael needed more than him. He ran away as a kid but he was able to find out about his own body. What he could and couldn’t do. Aside from being able to move things with his mind, he’s not sure Michael knows anything. Michael pushes his cereal around as Walt waits for his answer.

“May I be excused?” Michael asks in a weird impression of an obedient child. Walt chokes on his coffee.

“What? No,” he sputters, “where’d you learn manners?”

“Two families ago,” Michael says. Fucking smartass.

“And how do you know you can’t go to the doctor?” Walt asks.

Michael says nothing.

Walt can see where this is going a mile away. More than a mile if he’s being honest. He doesn’t need two eyes to see that Michael looks like a scared kid with a secret. God knows he used to see the look on his own face enough to recognize it, even if it’s been a damn long time since he saw it. Dropping it isn’t going to help either, he’s a bad sell on a good day in the parenthood department. He’s surprised he got approved at all after the way the social worker looked at the junkyard.

“Did one of the others tell you that?” He ventures.

Michael freezes and the look on his face shifts to horror. How the hell this kid is going to keep being an alien a secret is beyond Walt. They’re going to need a lot of rules. He’d say that he’s surprised Michael has kept it a secret this long, but the exorcism would say otherwise. Before Michael can sputter another lie or choke on his cereal or something, Walt decides to put him out of his misery.

“Your mom led me to the eggs,” he says, “I know there were three of you.”

“We were found by the side of the road,” Michael says, shifting from horrified to angry.

“I was younger than you when I found the eggs,” Walt says, “you ready to take care of three kids?”

Michael has the grace to look down, shake his head and mutter an apology. It doesn’t make Walt feel much better but right now he’s the adult. He doesn’t need anyone to hold his hand of absolve him of his sins. Especially not when it comes to the aliens. Michael shifts his weight and licks his bottom lip before looking up at him carefully. Walt can’t imagine the war going on in Michael’s head. Or, actually, he can. He doesn’t know where he comes out in all of this or why the hell Michael should trust him.

“Max can heal,” he says, “humans and us. He knows we’re different.”

Walt nods, he guesses it was too much to hope that something in this would be easy. He sighs and picks up the paper. The idea of Michael having to forge documents is not one he wants to entertain. He almost signs the damn thing himself. But Michael is a kid, if for some reason they get caught he can blame any number of things. If Walt gets caught, Michael goes to someone else. When he looks up at Michael, the boy is watching him intently. Walt slides the paper over to him. Michael goes for it eagerly and Walt puts his hand over it.

“You tell me when you do this kind of thing,” he says, “you shouldn’t be doing it at all but we don’t have a choice. The way I see it, here’s the safest place for you right now. But there’s gonna be a lot of lying involved so we gotta be honest with each other. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah,” Michael says and Walt believes him. He watches as Michael hunches over and gets to work, “I gotta do this for Max and Iz too,” he says and glances upwards.

Belatedly Walt realizes he’s asking for permission.

“Whatever you gotta do,” he says.

A few days later when Michael asks to go on a camping trip with them, Walt agrees and ignores the stupid feeling in his gut. He makes sure Michael has the phone number to the cell he’s got on him, then he makes sure he can recite it from memory. It’s just supposed to be one night and Walt tells himself that they are human enough that nothing terrible is going to happen. But when the damn phone shows a number he doesn’t recognize, he realizes how stupid the reassurances have been.

“You okay?” He asks instantly. There’s silence, in the background he thinks he can hear someone crying, “Michael,” he says, “remember what we talked about?”

“I need you to come pick us up,” Michael says finally, “I—“ he hesitates.

“Am sorry to wake me up?” Walt says, already pulling on his boots, “don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks,” Michael says.

He gives where they are and Walt hauls ass to the location. Michael is standing near the road looking anxiously out. A ways back Walt can see Max and Isobel huddled together. It’s odd to see them all together. He hasn’t since the group home. Michael is skittish but stubborn as he gets out. Walt looks him up and down.

“You hurt?” Michael shakes his head and Walt exhales, “you need my help?”

“We took care of it,” Michael says, “we just need a ride,” he licks his bottom lip, “please.”

Walt wants to demand answers to what it is and what they took care of, but he can see the desperation on Michael’s face. It’s almost as heartbreaking as him asking for help with a please or the look on the twins behind him. Walt reasons that what was done here is done, there’s no fixing it. So he motions them into the car. The three of them nearly collapse with relief and Walt wonders if this is the first time that they’ve gotten help from an adult. He helps them pile their stuff into his truck and watches as Max helps Isobel in and scrambles after her.

“Are they hurt?” He asks Michael when they close the door.

“Not physically,” Michael says.

“I guess that’s the important part right now,” Walt says, “get in.”

Michael scrambles in and he gets in after him. No-one speaks, the only sound is Isobel’s heavy breathing which echoes loudly in the car. Michael reaches over and turns on the radio, finding something that covers up the sound. Walt watches the three of them move seamlessly, taking care of one another in little ways that seem almost instinctual. Hell, maybe they are. What the hell does he know about families and how they take care of each other? No-one says anything as they drive. Walt gets off the main way and drives to a quieter place and pulls over, killing the engine.

“I know you all want to go home,” he says, “but your parents are going to want to know why.”

“Don’t you?” Max asks. There’s a quiet authority in his voice that’s damn unnerving.

“Course I do,” Walt says, “but I want you all safe more than that.”

“I killed someone.”

Walt whips around. Max meets his eyes but there’s no defiance in his. It’s that same authority. He killed someone and he knows why he did it. That’s damn powerful stuff. Walt feels sick at the sight of it. That’s not an expression anyone should wear, but especially not a kid. Isobel lets out a shuddering breath that gives away exactly why Max feels so justified. He’s almost afraid to look at Michael but he forces himself to do it anyway. Michael’s head hangs and the guilt rolls off him in almost palpable waves. When he raises his eyes to Walt’s, they’re bright. But he swallows and forces the emotions back.

“I buried him,” Michael says.

Walt hates the relief he feels.

“Deep?” He asks, “shallow graves—“

“He’s buried deeply,” Michael cuts in.

Walt almost tells him to not interrupt and then stops. That isn’t something important right now. He looks between the three of them and sighs. It’s not important but he’s getting the feeling that this is their life. He’d better get used to it.

“Don’t interrupt,” Walt says. Michael raises his eyebrows, “I’m not putting your manners on hold until weird shit stops happening, I’ll be old and grey if we wait that long.”

“You’re already grey,” Michael points out.

“Grey-er,” Walt corrects, “the way I see it I can take you all home or I can take you all nearby and give you a night to sort out your feelings. It’s not a lot but—“

“Nearby,” Isobel croaks.

Both the boys nod and the decision is made. Walt puts the car in gear and takes them nearby where he found them. When he goes to get their tent and gear out, none of them look thrilled at the prospect. He doesn’t blame them.

“Get your sleeping bags out,” he says, “you can camp out in the back,” Max and Isobel trade looks.

“What?” Michael says, “he knows what we are, I don’t think Max wetting the bed is gonna upset him.”

Max lets out an indignant squawk and suddenly they’re teenagers again. Or two of them are. Isobel still smiles though which is a lot better than the look she was wearing a few minutes ago. The three of them clamber into the back. It’s not the first night that Walt’s spent in his car, but it definitely wasn’t on his plans for the night. Still it’s kind of nice to hear the three of them talking in the back of the truck. The world’s going to be a mess in the daylight, but he hopes that one night of feeling safe will mean something. Somehow. He closes his eyes and opens them and it’s somehow daylight and the three of them are standing there.

“Here,” Michael says, handing him a paper cup of coffee.

“Thanks,” he takes it, looks at the time and swears, “lets get you back before your parents freak out,” they all climb in, “happy birthday,” he adds.

He drops them off and drives him and Michael home.

“Come here,” he says before Michael can get in the house. He leads him to another part of the junkyard and opens up the hatch, “I found this when I bought the place,” he says. Michael looks nervous and Walt rolls his eyes, “you think if I wanted to hurt you I wouldn’t have done it last night?”

That makes sense to Michael and he shrugs, following Walt down the ladder. Walt’s done his best to clean out the dust and get some damn lights going, but it hasn’t been the easiest job to finish Michael’s back. He supposes that the work’ll go faster if it’s the two of them. Michael looks around the space slowly, taking in the white board and couch Walt has down there.

“I figured you might need your own space, when things get crazy. Or you need to do your alien thing,” Walt says, “it’s deep enough you shouldn’t disturb anything up there.”

“This is mine?” Michael repeats.

“I know it’s not much but I figured—“

He’s not expecting Michael to throw himself at him or squeeze the daylights out of him. It’s an objectively awful hug. Awful enough to make Walt’s good eye tear up and his throat tighten. But only because it’s a damn shame no-one taught the boy to hug properly, not because the kid’s hugging him at all. He claps him back on the shoulder which is what you’re supposed to do. He thinks. Hell do either of them have any business hugging?

“Happy Birthday,” he says.

“Thank you.”

#michael guerin #walt sanders #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #michael sanders #malex #malex fic #Roswell nm fic #roswell nm fanfic #max evans #Isobel Evans

66 notes · View notes

derireo · 4 years

Text

Let’s Talk Feelings (SKY)

A series where Izumi gets confessed to five times.

Sakyo ↦ My Childhood Sweetheart

Reminiscing can be really fun.

But past and present feelings resurface, and someone's on the verge of breaking.

warnings: pining.

「 read here on ao3 」「 2k words 」 TK. IT. TSM. OM.

He... really couldn't bring himself to get mad at Izumi.

Sure, there are times where she is overbearing and very stress inducing, but Sakyo just can't bear the thought of genuinely getting mad at her.

Yes, he raises his voice at her, yes, he glares at her, yes, he manhandles her, but.. Izumi takes every single jab in stride as if every action he took to push her away had gone unnoticed.

It was impressive, but it made Sakyo helpless and put him at her mercy to the ridiculous whims she concocted in that pretty little head of hers.

It's almost like she never grew out of being that little girl he took care of when they were younger.

"You lookin' for a death wish?" Sakyo had griped one day, trapping both of Izumi's wrists in one hand while he pinned her against the sofa.

Damn... and here she was smiling up at him again, arms pressed into her chest by Sakyo as she casually sunk further into the sofa, humming a soft tune. "Not intentionally."

Her voice was calm and had a hint of mirth, something that made Sakyo petulantly jut his lip to the side. She wiggled her fingers at him due to being held immobile and rested her cheek against the back of the sofa, eyes soft.

The look she gave him was one that had his heart rattling in his chest like someone shaking a cage and it caused his vision to lose focus for a short second.

"I'm trying to work." He said, calm as he could, and met her gaze with his. "Just 'cause I let you sit with me doesn't mean you can start poking my face."

He squeezed his hand around her wrists a little tighter to emphasize that he found it annoying (not really, but like. she can't get away with everything).

Izumi's smile was replaced by a mock pout and she scooted closer to Sakyo on the couch as much as she could with her hands restricted by him.

Inching closer and closer until the side of their thighs touched, Izumi was slowly making Sakyo spiral as he had no idea what she was trying to do.

"I was reminded of when you'd let me poke your moles when we were younger." She confessed to him, turning her body in his direction while gently wringing her wrists in his grip with a proper pout now.

Let me go! Her face said... how cute.

"But now you won't let me poke them?" She was exasperated at this point when Sakyo still didn't release her from his hold and she helplessly leaned against him, putting all her weight into his side just enough to make him complain.

"What are you– Tachibana, quit it." He hissed in annoyance and part panic when he realised how close she was getting. She was pressing against him incessantly, trying to knock him over just for kicks, but all Sakyo could think about was how her slender body was arching against him as she did all that.

He felt that he might just cry if she kept this up.

Sakyo really– he struggled to keep his emotions at bay when it came to Izumi, and she somehow always, always managed to throw him off his rhythm.

Her sweet smile was a permanent image that was showcased in his mind like an extravagant painting, and her voice was the lullaby that he replayed in his head to go to sleep.

He's like a fiddle to Izumi, playing and toying around with him as she pleases. It's almost painful; willingly putting up with this girl, but he wouldn't have it any other way and—

"Kyokkun." A voice whispered.

Sakyo's mind stopped running. Instead, it began to shut down.

Watching with wide eyes how Sakyo's soul seemed to be leaving his body, Izumi gently shook her wrists in his grasp to catch his attention, but to no avail. "Oh my God. Don't tell me you're fainting."

"I think I've passed on."

"Are you kiddi– at least let me go if you're going to die." Izumi complained with a laugh. And dear, was it a sight to see.

The corners of her eyes were crinkled and her cute little nose was scrunched up, and slowly, slowly did it feel like Sakyo was falling in love with her again.

Her happiness made his heart soar and to think it was him who made her look like that was incomprehensible. Years of thinking that he wasn't worthy enough for her; too in his head about how a man with a past like him didn't stand a chance with someone like her.

But as time went by after meeting her again on that fateful day, he felt that maybe– just maybe did he hold a candle to her.

Suddenly, with all the courage that he was able to muster, Sakyo released her wrists from his grip to slide her onto his lap with firm and commanding hands.

"Izumi.." He gulped audibly, noticing just how close he'd managed to get with her while she braced her hands on either side of his head against the couch, her eyes wide with shock. She was half straddling him, her chest at the same level as his eyes while his own hands curved around her hips in a vice grip. "I think I'm in love with you."

And uttering those words felt like a huge waterfall had just crashed down on him; felt like an impenetrable dam had caved in and let all of his emotions fall out with just those seven words.

To Izumi, it felt like the breath in her lungs was being sucked out when her breath caught in her throat and his face contorted into something akin to pain and longing.

Anticipation to be rejected and tossed aside.

"Love..?" She echoed, confused. Never would Izumi have thought that Sakyo would be in love with her of all people. She was the complete opposite of him; outgoing, warm, ditzy... and Sakyo loved her? It was almost way too ridiculous to believe, but if he wasn't telling the truth then the man wouldn't have even said anything in the first place.

"..You love me."

Her frown was evident and it showed how unsure she was about the fact. It made Sakyo's stomach drop knowing that it looked like she didn't believe him at all but he couldn't blame her when all he he has ever done was berate her and show his indifference when he felt his feelings for her running rampant inside his head.

He removed his hands from Izumi's hips to hold her by the crook of her elbows. "You don't have to say anything else." Sakyo muttered, feeling his cheeks grow hot. Gently, he eased the woman to sit comfortably in his lap, counting up to ten in his head to help himself relieve the stress that was building up.

He didn't expect anything to come out of his confession, really, but.. there was still that flicker of hope inside of him that imagined she would've reacted wonderfully to his words. Of course, that just wasn't the case. He had to be realistic here. God, he couldn't even look her in the eyes anymore.

Izumi nodded much to the relief of Sakyo and settled herself atop his thighs, lip tucked between her teeth as she looked for the right words to say. Or the right topic to segue in.

Awkwardly, Izumi placed her hands upon Sakyo's shoulders. It was her turn to avoid his gaze as she found herself seated in the man's lap, but she did her best to make sure their eyes met while she made a request.

"..can I still call you Kyokkun?"

It wasn't a huge thing to ask, but knowing Sakyo, he could easily say no without batting an eyelash. So it was a surprise, really, when he pursed his lips and gave a reluctant nod. "But only when it's just the two of us."

And with that, Sakyo made the action to remove the woman in his lap to stand up from the couch.

Izumi panicked.

"J-Just give me some time!" Izumi floundered about until her hands found Sakyo's biceps to pin him back against the sofa, eyes wide with alarm. She didn't know why, but she didn't want Sakyo to leave her just yet.

...Well, he wasn't really leaving, was just going to head to his room to clear his mind, but Izumi– Izumi didn't want him to go. Please don't go.

It was her turn for her mind to start racing as she tried to come up with something to say to make Sakyo stay. The words that left her mouth was nothing she expected to ever voice though, and before she knew it she was already doing something similar to a confession.

"Because I think I like you too." She said, voice just above a whisper.

The vulnerability in her tone made Sakyo pause the thoughts that were playing in his brain and he snapped his head to properly look at Izumi, his lips parted in shock.

"I just need some time to think about things," she tacked on quickly, pupils shaking as she stared down at turtleneck clad throat, "and then I'll get back to you, okay?"

Izumi was grimacing at the words she rattled out and felt her fingers twitching anxiously against Sakyo's arms. Never had she once considered her feelings for Sakyo, deeming it an unrequited or impossible love from the start. This prevented anything from blooming within her, but she knew there was some sort of affinity between them.. she just couldn't put her finger on whether it was a platonic or romantic kind of attraction.

Expressing her emotions like this felt foreign to her, but if it was Sakyo who was listening... she felt like she didn't mind it all too much.

"...I'm sorry." Izumi exhaled. "I couldn't let you leave without an answer. You deserve that at the very least." Her hands were unsure of themselves as they gave Sakyo's chest a little pat and she nodded her head in reassurance for herself, mouth set into a thin line.

She continued to stare at the man's throat because she was too scared that she'd feel something if their eyes met, and she wasn't sure if she was ready to handle the avalanche of emotions that would come with realizing that maybe she really did like Sakyo. Possibly even love.

For how long have they pined after each other without knowing? Without saying anything? And now that they're taking the chance to do something about it, all they were doing was beating around the bush. Nothing like a 'no', or 'yes'. Just a 'maybe' and an 'I don't know'.

Sakyo didn't want press any further for fear that he would put Izumi in an even more uncomfortable situation.

"It's okay." He whispered, not at all taking to the heart the way she didn't even try to look at his face anymore. Instead, she opted to lean into his chest and curl her arms around his neck in a tight hug, hiding her face against his jaw with a trembling exhale of breath.

With a tired sigh Sakyo rubbed her back with his palm while hooking an arm beneath her bottom as he stood up from the couch, holding the woman in his arms. He held her the same way he did when they were younger.

"I'm not letting go, Umichan." He reassured her when she clung onto him with desperate limbs, delicately petting the back of her head as his feet lead him down the hallway towards Izumi's room.

The resurface of his old nickname for her made Izumi weakly chuckle into his neck and she tightened her hold on him. There was a sudden fuzzy feeling of warmth that took over her.

The sound of his voice saying that nickname of hers replayed over and over, and it gave Izumi the courage to request one more thing.

"...Can we cuddle in my room? Like when we were kids?"

Sakyo cleared his throat.

"Okay."

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#sakyo furuichi #izumi tachibana #sakyoizu #a3! fic #a3! scenarios

36 notes · View notes

female-overlord-3 · 3 years

Text

Bring Them Home Ch 15 Smash

This fic is slow going with everything but going. Kept this baby as a draft until I wrote the next chapter :D

Alex, Michael, and Isobel bond and talk! Enjoy 💛

Read on AO3

Prev - Next

They get their 3 hours and a little bit more until Michael finally becomes the voice of reason.

"As much as I want to spend the rest of the day with you, I need to check in with Sanders and do my actual day job. Plus Izzy is nothing but greedy for all the attention on her."

Alex just gives him a look before dragging Michael back onto the bed and rolling to be on top.

"This is a once in a blue moon lazy day for me Michael. You give me another hour and then I'll be satisfied."

Their first hour was the nap after their call, Michael carrying a dozing Alex to his bed so they'd be more comfortable. The second was Michael thoroughly massaging Alex's full body after Alex does his at home PT routine. The third was them switching between kissing and talking.

Michael wouldn't mind the third hour becoming 2 straight hours of more talking and kissing. He also doesn't think he can move because Alex is pretty much the ideal weight for holding him down.

Then the small touches start. One hand moving to his neck as a thumb swipes up and down his throat slowly before it moves to sink into his curls. Fingers gently digging into his scalp as lips press randomly across his torso and above. Michael is in actual heaven as he loses time to Alex's devoting touches until his left hand cramps and he lets out a hiss from the pain.

Lifting up Alex gives him space to do whatever he needs, his face pinched in worry and flickers of guilt at seeing Michael cradle his hand.

"Do you need a heat compress or acetone for the pain?" Alex quietly asks but Michael shakes his head.

"It'll pass. Give it a minute."

Hesitantly Alex reaches for it and let's the tips of his fingertips rest ever so lightly on the ridges of the scarred skin that Michael barely feels as Alex traces it. Michael lifts his hand up to feel the pressure and warmth of Alex’s hand but Alex snatches it away.

“Doesn’t it-” Alex's voice was quiet and a bit hoarse. “I don’t want you to hurt. I was trying to-” He stops himself again with his words stuck as old guilt starts to consume him.

Sighing Michael sits up but keeps his hands to himself.

“You think we’re ready to talk about this?” He waves his left hand between them.

He gives Alex a good minute to breathe through what he’s feeling right now before slowly inching his right hand to the thigh resting next to his.

“I am but that’s cause I made peace with it a long time ago. If you’re not then we can put it on hold for another time but you didn’t do this to me, you’re not a monster or violent like him. I’m not gonna lie, it reminds me that there’s bad in the world, that it’s cruel and doesn’t care but,” His hand has traveled up and cups Alex’s cheek. “It also reminds me that there are kind people like you who somehow left me a medical kit even though I didn’t see you for a week because you were hurt too. That wanted me to get help and go to the hospital but found an alternative when I kept telling you no.”

Alex’s eyes fall closed as he leans into Michael’s hand.

“You’re lucky your antibodies are immune to human infection and diseases.” Is the only thing he can say.

“Pretty nice that my form of power boost is just 5 bucks a bottle too, though my personal brew is much better.” Michael raises his left and holds it in front of Alex. “You didn’t need to go and make us a matching set but of course you had to one-up me.”

All he gets is a soft noise from Alex who’s finally reached for his left hand, both of his cradling Michael’s like it’s precious as he brings it to his chest to lay right over his heart. The steady thump is a song he’s missed.

“You could’ve healed it but you didn’t want to. You wanted to remember the good and the bad.”

Michael snorts at that. “I mean Max only offered like once but it also would’ve become a thing if people found out. Even though I didn’t know how much your dad was actually watching us, I didn’t want to give him anymore reasons to start snooping around. Hey you think he knew before and that’s why he went psycho?"

He asks it like an actual question, one of pure curiosity because now with everything they know it might actually be true.

"Maybe but I knew regardless he'd do something to anyone I brought home. Sure it was like an open secret but I tamed it down around him, the eyeliner and punk was just the easiest way to be proud but on just the edge. It helped that he hated both."

Michael watches as Alex's face pinches again.

"Would you heal it now or like a partial one?"

Smiling Michael just rubs his thumb against Alex's chest.

"Don't know. Depends really."

He pulls Alex back down and holds him close, soaking up as much comfort and the feeling of safety, love, and peace.

Of course not 10 minutes later there's a honk and a mental nudge from Isobel.

"Nooooo." He groans and buries his face in Alex's hair.

Alex agrees and presses closer as their phones start ringing.

"How is she calling both of us!"

There's a knock at the door then the sound of intentionally loud footsteps that stop at the window of their room.

"I promised lunch."

"We could be having really kinky sex right now Iz."

"Oh that reminds me I need to find a new playmate. Alex we're going to a gay bar. I want to see if me going all obsessed over Rosa was a me thing or his and I need a wingman who gets me."

Michael makes a face and holds onto Alex tighter. He doesn’t want Alex going to any bar without him.

"In my professional opinion it might be too soon and you're technically still married but screw it let’s go have fun." Alex pauses and reconsiders his words. “Actually if anything Kyle might be more game then me. I may be out and proud but I kinda dislike people… and crowds now.”

He gives Michael a deep but short kiss and starts to wiggle free. Michael makes a valiant attempt to keep him in bed which is funny because earlier he was trying to head out for work and be responsible. He flips them over and tries to distract Alex with more kisses and he can feel Alex starting to give in when Isobel knocks on the window.

"We still game to blow up stuff or was that just the land around the cabin? Also will someone please let me in!"

They both groan and finally scramble out of bed to put pants on. Michael turns to face where the front door is and glares at it until it opens.

“It’s open.”

“Lovely. I’ll bring my stuff in.”

Michael slips down to slide on the sleeve then prosthetic for Alex before waddling closer to wrap his arms around Alex’s waist so he can bury his face in a very warm stomach.

“No bar without me. Someone’ll snatch you up.”

The vibrations and sound of Alex’s quiet laugh is nice.

“I was being honest about not really liking bars Michael and I'm only a tiny bit better about people. Have no fear everyone will be flocking to your sister.”

Silently Michael stands before climbing into Alex’s lap and latches onto him like a koala.

“Jesus I forgot how clingy you are.” Alex teases as his hands settle on Michaels sides. “Not that I mind.” He adds.

Leaning back to face each other, Michael gives him a dramatic pout. “You’re hot stuff and people will absolutely flock to you. I can’t stop people from looking but I can at least stop them from touching.” He eyes Alex’s neck hungrily and starts to lean down but a hand in his hair stops him.

“Ah and the marking thing. You sure you’re not a vampire?”

“It won’t be like-”

The unamused look Alex is sporting just makes Michael grin smugly. “You made it go around my whole neck. You gave me an actual hickey necklace Michael and it lasted for a whole week. No hickey necklace.”

“What about like two where everyone can see?” Michael questions and his eyes stare at the perfect spot. “I’ll keep them small.”

They roll over with Alex keeping him pinned down.

“You and I have a very different idea of what small is. No hickeys or marks until we go on another date.” He kisses Michael’s cheek before rolling off and leaving to go see what Isobel’s up to.

Michael mopes and gets dressed slowly. If the hoodie he has on is unusual for him well it’s Alex’s fault for leaving it in the room. In the closet and folded up top but Michael found it so finders-keepers.

“Michael you're staying 20 minutes so you can praise me while I break stuff with my mind." Isobel eyes the sweater and frowns. "Are you having a mental breakdown? That's the only time we wear hoodies." She comments and takes a step closer, ready to bring Michael into a hug for comfort which kinda confuses him.

"Um no. I'm good Iz. Just claiming one of my rights to wear something of Alex's." Michael pauses before taking his own step forward in concern. "Are you good? I know I haven't fully been there for you with everything but if you-"

Isobel rolls her eyes at him.

"I'm a big girl. It's been…. A lot but Alex and the others have helped in their own way. I do know breaking all this stuff will feel good so come on teach me how you do it." She says as she pats his shoulder then heads to Alex's backyard, Michael quickly following her.

"You're sure?" He asks. "I know we all have a tendency to avoid actually talking about our shit so if there's anything you want to then I'm here."

The tight line of Isobel's lips hold for a few seconds before dropping as she sighs.

"I'm still mad and hurt. Also sad because I- this whole mess started with him and I was just a tool he used. I was finally starting to feel like I could be myself but even that's a lie. First it was thinking I was the one who killed everyone and that sucked but finding out the actual truth was worse." Her voice wobbles a bit before she takes a deep breath to steady it. "I know I'm not okay and we're all dealing with our own shit but for once I don't feel totally alone. I'm gonna try and be a better sister to you because you've always been there for me Michael, you carried what happened that night with you for a decade so I wouldn't have too. I've let myself follow whatever Max decided because we got to grow up together and I thought he was right, that he was protecting us and the normal life we had."

She swallows and her eyes dart away.

"And he was but that meant you were left out because you never got our type of normal. So I'm gonna work on being there for you too and making sure you're included. Now let's go break stuff."

Michael grabs onto her hand and squeezes it. Isobel squeezes back and both their eyes are a bit misty but the smiles they wear are bright.

They see Alex a couple yards out, placing items from the box Isobel brought around his open backyard.

“Whatever you break you also clean up so I would suggest a tarp or something.”

Michael swaggers over and latches onto his side, nuzzling into his neck.

"Of course gotta keep the place clean. I'll go grab one." He leans to take a sip from Alex's milkshakes but it's moved away.

"You hate mint."

Michael blinks at him and can't help how big his smile turns.

"I don't mind it when it's from you." His eyes land on Alex's lips in an obvious request.

Michael's curls slap him in the face.

"Ow Iz why!"

"What? I'm just practicing my power." Her sickly sweet voice and eyelashes fluttering says anything but.

Michael rolls his eyes and pecks Alex's check. "You get thirty minutes and then I have to head to Sanders."

A hand slides into the back pocket of his jeans and he's pulled closer to Alex's side.

"Whatever you don't break or wanna leave to burn will be our bonding time."

Isobel's eyes light up at the offer.

"You really weren't lying about getting to explode shit! Like actual explosives?" She grabs onto Alex slowly and starts tugging him back to the house so he can show her.

Michael doesn't let go and they all walk back inside relatively easy for the three of them latched onto each other.

"More like I have the basic materials needed to make bombs which you would be surprised on how easy they are to make." Alex comments as Michael gives an understanding nod.

"Though I do have some minor explosives that are probably closer to fireworks which are easier to clean up after and that can easily be stated as such."

Alex slips out of their arms and goes to the small closet hidden behind the bathroom, the three of them bring all the goods to the living room.

"Does this mean I can use you as an excuse to come here instead of my mother's Fourth of July barbeque? I'm always stuck talking about nothing and everyone keeps expecting me to be pregnant. Do I look like mother material to you?"

She's settled in Michael's lap as they hold each other comfortably. Michael rests his head on her shoulder as he chuckles.

"Hmmm you're more Aunt material. You'd spoil my future kids rotten but also make sure they know how to talk circles around people the second they learn how."

"Their first words will be aunt Izzy or some variation of that. I'm not picky."

Her tone is casual but her eyes don't leave Alex who's gone quiet.

"I'm not saying a hard no to possibly being a surrogate but in a few years ask me again. I'll be back, just need to use the bathroom." She glides off of Michael's lap and out the door.

Michael doesn't pay her any mind and flops back to lay back on the bed.

The thought of having kids have been an off and on thing for him. Sometimes he doesn't because he's not even human and not the stablest person, being in the system didn't do him any favors. There's so much entailed with it that if he ever did he's worried the poor kid will turn out worse than him, that Michael won't have or be able to provide what they'll need. Then there are days he'd love to be that parent for someone who needs it, to be who he needed as a kid. Save at least one kid from a bad situation. Have the type of family he's sometimes let himself dream and barely hope for.

Sometimes it's just him raising a kid alone but other times Alex is there too, both of them sharing the love they have with someone else who might need it. Alex would never be like his father and would give their kid everything they needed no matter what but also make sure they have boundaries and morals and good life lessons.

"Would you want kids Alex?"

Michael voices once he's brought back to the present.

Just because he wants kids doesn't mean he needs them. He knows better than anyone that you gotta be committed and ready for that type of responsibility.

There's always the future but for right now he just wants to get his mom and people free, to deal with Noah, and to be with Alex.

"In another life… yes but I'm not sure about this one." Alex gets this nervous look on his face before sighing. "I'd have to think about it."

That's pretty much on par what Michael knew he'd say.

"Do you- I mean obviously you do but I'm not-"

Michael uses his powers to tug Alex to him. He takes Alex's hands and gives a light squeeze.

"I do but not now or for a while. I want to get my mom out and deal with the insanity of our lives first then enjoy being with you. I would like them in the far far future but I don't need them. I'm not letting some punk take all your attention until I've gotten my fill."

Alex clings to him and nods.

"Okay."

"As of now I love you and my meddling sister. You can come back in Isobel."

She walks in stubbornly with her head held high.

"I didn't mean to bring up future kids. You did that all on your own Michael and I'm sure you'll both be amazing uncles when Max and Liz figure their shit out. Max will finally have a reason to quit the force and stay at home to write like he's always wanted while Liz works on saving the world and all that jazz."

She grabs all the explosives quickly and carefully to do something with her hands.

“I mean who wouldn’t want an adorable hybrid of me though right, the world would all but perish under our reign. I’m sure i’d be a good mom though… with time and everyone else’s kids as a trial but like you guys said, now is a horrible time.” Her voice lowers to something almost hushed. “I’m sure plenty of kids need a home once i’m ready so all we need to do now is learn and be as prepared as possible.”

Michael smiles fondly at her as he stands and wraps an arm around her waist, pressing his forehead to the side of her neck.

“There’d be nothing stopping you once you decide your ready Isobel.”

Alex leans into her other side and they all just take a moment to breathe together.

“When we’re ready.” Alex voices with hope and it brings a smile to all their faces. “Does that mean we’re ready to go blow stuff up now?”

That gets a laugh.

“Come on all this emotional talk is ruining the mood. I’m ready to see how much control I need to learn to beat Michael!”

The three proceed to smash, break, and explode the contents of Isobel's boxes while enjoying their lunch.

Isobel is a bit shocked and proud of how much control Michael has on his power. A bit jealous too but she’s only just started. She finds it sickeningly sweet how awed Alex looks when he looks at Michael but the kind one he gives her makes up for it.

“How did I not see it?” She asks them. Her tone is light with wonder. That she never saw how much love just poured from them. It’s been a decade and she’s only finding out now.

Both Alex and Michael sigh but there’s less of a haunted look in their eyes.

“Shit timing and even worse communication.” Michael voices and then he’s at Alex’s side. “It’s hard to have something when everything’s going against you.”

Alex nods with his face set in a hard look before it clears.

“We kept it to ourselves cause it was safer but now there’s less bullshit to fight against.”

Isobel hurts from even the idea of what they’ve been through, the flashes she’s gotten from Alex flickering before she lets it all go.

“Well you’ve got someone else on your side.” she stands tall again, stronger and more solid with this certain topic worked through. "I'd happily melt anyone who's brain keeps giving you guys trouble. I'm sure I can make it look like an aneurysm."

She’s trying to be reassuring but the pained and overwhelmed look on Michael's face makes her feel unsure, like she's miss stepped somewhere.

It's only when Michael launches at her and holds her in a crushing hug, that his mind is so loud it's screaming at her by being in contact, that she understands.

Michael's always been so strong and never truly had anyone who he felt he could rely on, to truly rely on. Alex probably now with everything known but not really anyone else and that hurts Isobel all over again.

They should've been united from the start. They should've been together, able to rely and trust each other without doubt.

She holds on tight to him and lets out a sigh when Michael’s mind quiets, Alex’s presence closer being the obvious reason why.

Isobel is going to have a talk with Max about Alex and about Michael. Alex is right that they need to all work together to figure this mess out.

#malex #my work #moon writes #BTH #Look I can still write!#malex fic #Alex Manes #Michael Guerin #Isobel Evans

14 notes · View notes

iamtrebleclefstories · 3 years

Text

I Believe in Second Chances - Part 2

Alex dies while on his way to stop Jo from reading the letters. He gets to relive his life from the moment he met her.

Read Part 1 here

---Part 2---

Izzie packed up his bags while Alex bought his plane ticket online. He found a flight that was leaving for Seattle in about five hours and purchased a ticket quickly. The airport was an hour and a half away, so he’d have to get going soon.

Alex closed his laptop and sighed. He was going home. He was going to see Jo. The thought made him smile as he climbed into the shower to get ready to leave. It has been such a long time since he had seen her. He considered whether he should call her or just show up and surprise her. As much as he wanted to keep it a secret and appear in the doorway of the loft, he couldn’t wait to hear her voice. He took out his phone and noticed that he had yet another missed call from his wife. She must’ve called him while he was showering. Alex clicked on the message she left and brought the phone up to his ear.

“Hi. It’s me... again. I don’t know why I even called. I knew you wouldn’t answer,” there was a pause and sniffling in the background. “I miss you. I really miss you.”

More sniffling was heard, “Please come home. I know you’re not in Iowa. I called your mom because I was worried. She said that you weren’t there. You were never there. And she was fine, completely fine. So, I know you lied.”

Alex bowed his head in shame and wiped a few straggling tears as he heard Jo let out a quiet sob, “Are you cheating on me? If you are, it’s okay. We can work through it. We can figure it out. Because I'd rather argue trying to fix us, than lose you. I know I haven’t been the best wife lately, so we can go to counseling and work through out issues. Just come back home, please. I love you. Bye.”

The message ended and Alex immediately dialed her number. The phone rang a couple times before going to voicemail, “Hi. This is Dr. Jo Karev, I am not available right now, but please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as possible.”

“Jo! I know you’re probably in surgery or something or maybe you’re just mad at me for ignoring your calls for weeks. I don’t know was it is, but I’m coming home. I miss you, and I know I’ve been an ass and a lousy husband, but I swear I will explain everything as soon as I get home,” Alex paused and sighed. “I know you probably have a whole bunch of horrible scenarios going through your mind. It’s not what you think. It’s nothing that you did. You’re perfect. It’s complicated and messy, but I believe we can get through it together. I’ve got to go, but I’m coming. I’m on my way home. I love you.”

Alex hung up the phone and went outside on the porch to say goodbye to his kids. After a few minutes, Izzie walked out and smiled, “Okay, Mrs. Raven is here to watch the kids and all of your stuff is in the car already. Eli, Lex, give daddy a big hug. He’s got to go home to Seattle, but he’ll be back in a few weeks.”

They gave Alex a hug and waved happily as he and Izzie drove away from the farm. She looked over Alex who was staring blankly at the window, “Hey. You okay?”

“No,” Alex shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “She thinks I’m cheating on her. She left me a voicemail while I was in the shower and she thinks I’m cheating on her.”

“What?” Izzie’s eyes widened. “No, she has to know that you’d never do that, right? You’re not Evil Spawn anymore. You love that woman more than life itself.”

“Think about it, Iz. I’ve given her every reason to believe that I’m cheating.”

“Well, you didn’t cheat on her and you’re going home to tell her the truth. And I’m gonna make sure you get there in time to do it,” Izzie turned her attention back to the road. “You deserve a happy ending Alex. You’ve had more crap happen to you in your life than most people will ever experience. You deserve all the second chances you can get your hands on. So, when you get there, you’re going to fix everything and it’s going to be great.”

“Why are you so invested in my happiness?” Alex made a face of confusion.

“Because I’m partially responsible for this entire mess,” Izzie sighed. “If I would’ve just told you years ago or if I would’ve asked about using the embryos in the first place, none of this would be happening right now. I wouldn’t be upending your life... and believe it or not, I still care about you. We were bad for each other, but I’ve always loved you, Alex. And I love seeing you with our kids and seeing you in them. I want you to be as happy as I am, and you won’t be unless you have Jo with you.”

There was a beat of silence before Alex spoke, “I’m sorry I called you a bitch.”

“What?”

“I called you a bitch for a couple years after you left me. You’re not a bitch, though. You’re good, you always have been. You might be a bit dramatic and emotional, but you’re good,” Alex gave Izzie a small smile.

“To be fair, I was a bitch back then,” Izzie chuckled. “Eli and Lex changed me. I’m better because of them.”

They sat in silence for a moment, staring at the winding corn fields. They were still about an hour away from the airport. Alex looked out the window at the small town in the distance. It was idyllic, and Alex couldn’t wait to get back to his loft in the middle of the city.

“You know, The farm is nice and all, But I can’t wait to get back to Seattle,” Alex made a face as they passed by the small school house on the outskirts of town. “I feel like I’m in the freaking Wizard of Oz. We passed by like three scarecrows, a stray dog, and I’m half convinced that a tin man is gonna run out into the road.”

“Oh shush, you grew up in Iowa. It wasn’t very different from here,” Izzie retorted. “Now be quiet so I can pay attention to the road. I don’t want to be the reason you miss your plane and—“

Izzie was cut off by a large crash. She slammed on her breaks, seeing the accident that had just occurred in front of her, but it was too late. The tires screeched and suddenly they were tumbling. Then everything went black.

13 notes · View notes

writerpeach · 5 years

Text

Kinktober - Day 13

Angry Sex

IZ*ONE - Kang Hyewon

3120 words

Categories: male reader, smut

18+

Hyewon is not in a good mood. She hates how short and tight her dress is, and she hates not putting up more of a fight with her stylist for insisting she wear it. She’s tired, her feet hurt, and she’s sick of pulling her dress down.

The after party for IZ*ONE’s first anniversary is the last place she wants to be. She’s tired of having strangers ogle her, and she just wants to find you and she’s sick of putting on a fake smile for staff members she doesn’t even remember names for.

The venue is too loud, too bright, and too big, and she just wants to find a place to rest and pretend to not be an idol for five minutes.

At the same time Hyewon was looking for you, you were on the hunt for her. You catch cute smiles from Nako and Hitomi, exchanging friendly pleasantries and asking each one of they’ve seen her to no avail.

You continue you search, making way through the sea of bodies of people you’ve not even sure are supposed to be there. Huge spreads of food surround you everywhere, and even though the group couldn’t legally drink, the company spared no expense when it came to alcohol.

“Hey!” a woman in purple says, and you quickly tell by the voluptuous nature of her body that it was no other than Eunbi, interrupting your search. She flashes a smile and you can tell by the warm flush of her face that she has been taking advantage of the open bar.

“Hey. Seen Hyewon around?”

“Nope!”

She takes another drink, smiling and fixing her hair behind her ear as she does so.

“I haven’t seen her since our performance, I’m sure she’s around her somewhere.”

Her body language is more flirty than usual, that beautiful smile is practically glued to her lips and she’s endlessly touching your shoulder, loudly laughing at anything even if it doesn’t make sense to.

You don’t think anything of it as your conversation hits a stopping point. Eunbi hugs you goodbye and you head off to continue your quest to find your lovely date.

Meanwhile, Hyewon sulks in the corner as she watches everything unfold. She’s furious at her unnie and leader and even more at you even though she doesn’t know the whole story.

“Asshole,” she murmurs under her breath as a a loud huff escapes her mouth. She chugs the rest of her second glass of champagne before slamming it on the nearest waiter’s tray and storms off.

It seems you found every other member before finding a brooding Hyewon plastered against the wall, arms crossed, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.

“Hey. I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh? Well I wasn’t hard to find. Just look for the girl who’s leader had her hands all over you.”

“Who?”

Hyewon lets a loud sigh as she rolls her eyes at you, tiling her head back.

“You know who. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“You mean Eunbi? We were just talking.”

“Talking? About what? How she wants you to dick her down? She was practically fucking you were her eyes.”

“Hyewon, it’s not-”

“It’s not what? Bet you’d just love to see her on her knees sucking your cock wouldn’t you? Or were you planning to fuck her backstage? ”

“No, of course not. Hyewon just listen to me.”

Hyewon was on her own personal rampage. It seemed nothing you said was getting through to her.

“I see what’s going on. Just because she’s the leader of my group doesn’t mean she can do whatever she wants. She was all over you. “

“She was just being friendly. It's really not a big deal, Hyewon.”

“Not a big deal? Oh I see, because her tits are bigger suddenly you want to ditch me?”

“That's not it at all, I would never ditch you. Hyewon, please just-”

“I don’t want to argue in public. Just take me home.”

The car ride back to her apartment was uncomfortable to say the least. Hyewon spent the whole time looking out the window, and you had zero intention of engaging her. The silence was unbearable, but you didn’t want to risk provoking her further.

You walk Hyewon inside her apartment and she roughly slams the door behind before retiring to the bedroom.

“I’m going to lie down, you should just go home.”

“Hyewon, don’t be mad. Eunbi and I are just friends.”

She stops in her tracks, shifting her body 180 degrees to turn around, her eyes staring daggers into you.

“Friends? Or friends with benefits?” Hyewon fires back, her tone as a sharp as a knife.

“Just friends. Eunbi is a good leader, and she’s your bandmate. You know she would never do anything to come between us.”

“I do know her, that’s problem. I know when she’s up to no good. She looked like she wanted to suck your dick in the middle of the floor. I see how she looks at you.”

“I can’t help if she finds me attractive.”

Hyewon’s eyes widen and her face turns red, and immediately you realize you have chosen your words poorly. This was the match you’d unintentionally lit that would burn the whole forest down.

Her eyes light up with rage, and she presses her palms against your chest and shoves you roughly onto the bed.

“Hyewon-”

“I can’t fucking stand you right now.”

She straddles your lap, looking into your eyes angrily, her face inches away and you can feel every bit of her anger.

“I’m going to forget what you said. I’m going to forget this night ever existed. You’re going to be my little toy tonight. To use, to fuck, and only when I’ve had enough of you will I be done with you. “

Hyewon dives into your neck, the usual passionate kisses are absent, and in their place are rough bites, her teeth digging into your skin.

“Ah, Hyewon-”

She ignores you, continuing to mark her territory.

“Shut up. You belong to me, nobody else. Got it?”

“Y-yes, Hyewon.”

“This belongs to me too,” Hyewon says, cupping a handful of your crotch, using her hand to squeeze firmly, feeling your bulge forming already.

“Hard already? Thinking of how good it must feel to be balls deep inside Eunbi’s tight little pussy?”

“No. You make me hard baby. Nobody’s tighter than you.”

“Whatever. Take this fucking dress off me. I’m tired of wearing it.”

You do as told, reaching around the back of her slim body, hands moving through the thin fabric of her black dress to find the zipper. You pull it down a few inches, and it snags on the material and ceases to move.

Hyewon looks at you puzzled as you fidget with the clasp, impatiently waiting.

“The zippers stuck.”

“Then unstick it.”

You mess with the zipper, wiggling it around to no avail. You don’t want to keep her waiting, you don’t want to make her foul mood even worse. You can see no other option but to rip it open.

With both hands below the zipper you rip the dress open, the loud rip of the fabric being torn in half as Hyewon realizes what you have just done, her mouth wide open.

“Hey! This dress is fucking expensive!” Hyewon yells.

“I don’t fucking care,you wanted it off, and now it’s off.” you say, words carefree as could be as Hyewon just scoffs.

“I know you didn’t pay for it. Your company paid for it just like they pay for everything.”

Hyewon glares in response, lifting up the now ruined dress up and over her head, leaving her tight body only clothed in a lace black bra and matching panties.

She quickly returns the favor by grabbing your own shirt and ripping it in down the middle, surprising you with her boldness as she grabs it from underneath and tossing behind her, flashing a mocking smile.

You are rather silent for the next few moments, letting Hyewon do as she pleases, not wanting to upset her further. You slightly grit your teeth as you feel her dig her nails into your chest and drag them down your abdomen, stopping as she undoes your pants.

“Did that hurt? I hope so.” she says, and you continue to stay silent as she yanks down your pants and underwear off with ease, leaving you fully undressed, hard cock feeling the cold air for the first time all night.

Hyewon grabs your cock and places it her hand as she begins to pump it up and down, forming the closest thing to a smile all night.

“This is mine, nobody else can have this dick. Not Eunbi. Not anybody.”

Not wanting to waste any time Hyewon stands to slip her panties off her full hips, down her fit legs and throws them off off the side of the bed. One hand reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra as it’s gone in a flash, her sizeable breasts now freed, much to your delight.

“You’re going to lay there while I fuck you. I don’t want to hear another word out of you.”

Hyewon squats over your crotch, jerking your cock enough to make sure you were hard enough to enter her (at this point how could you not be, you were more turned on by her rage than you’d like to admit).

She lines you up between her thighs, using her already present slick to help lubricate the tip of your cock as she presses you against her entrance.

Hyewon always loved to tease you and herself, savoring the anticipation before the initial feeling of you inside her body, but not tonight. Gone was the passion that usually exists between your bodies, replaced with white hot rage seething through her veins.

Not even bothering to look at you she takes a deep breath and lets it out, slamming her body down onto yours as she impales her tight pussy with your hard cock, letting out a loud pleasurable moan at the same time.

She gives herself a moment to adjust, getting in a comfortable position before continuing. Her legs spread wide as she plants her bare feet flat on the mattress before she begins to bounce up and down, her warm thighs crashing against your own as her tight warm walls squeeze your cock.

The anger on Hyewon’s pretty face continues to persist as she rides you with a merciless pace, bracing herself by pressing her hands against your chest, her nails continuing to dig into your skin. She cared little for anything but her own pleasure, and using you as an outlet to take out her emotions on.

“Eunbi will never have this dick. It’s all mine. Not that she could ever handle it,” Hyewon says, her words still dripping with jealously.

“She couldn’t.“

Not satisfied with your answer, or with the fact that you provided one to begin with she slaps your cheek with her palm, not intending to deliver pain, but to make a point. It stings already from the impact, and she doesn’t even bother to look at you after.

“Shut up. You’re mine, not anybody else's, got it? Now stay there, shut the fuck up, and be a good little fucktoy. That’s all you’re good for anyway.”

You choose to stay silent, not that anything you could have said would make a difference.

“God...you fill me so well,” Hyewon moans as her body slams against yours, every bounce on your cock causing her breasts to bounce hypnotically.

Hyewon rides you in relatively silence, the only noises in the room being her lustful moans and the way the bed squeaks.

“You’re lucky I love your cock so much,” she says, finally breaking the awkward silence, choosing to make eye contact finally.

You look up, her head tilted back in obvious pleasure as she continues to fuck herself with your thick shaft, using her body the best way she can, rolling her hips seductively in a rhythm.

“You think that slut Eunbi can handle such a big dick?” she asks, the bluntness of her words hitting like a hammer.

You hesitate to speak up this time, but her eyes demand a response.

“No, she can’t. She absolutely can’t. I would fucking break her. “

Hyewon smiles for the first time since you got home, approving of your answer.

“You would. You need a real woman to fuck, not some girl. Now make me fucking cum.”

It wouldn’t take much little longer for Hyewon to reach climax. Her body was tensing up already, riding you even harder as her tight pussy constricts around your drenched cock even more. Hyewon’s breath grows heavier with each bounce, and you grow mesmerized as with every bounce of her tits.

A few final moments go by as she slams body against yours, replacing one emotion with another as her anger gradually subsides and turns into bouts of pleasure.

“Mm, I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

The anger in her eyes dissipates, returning to her doe-like state of innocence as she cums hard on your cock. Her body trembles while her back arches high, her delicious thighs quiver around your body as her the tight warm walls of her pussy tighten in quick pulses around your already drenched shaft, slicking it up even more. If she wasn’t so damn tight you’d be in danger of slipping out of her body.

Hyewon’s legs turn to jelly as she rides the wave of her hard climax, becoming breathless as she tries to control the intensity she still feels between her legs, grinding in slow figure eights on your cock until she can feel the air in her lungs again.

You gently push Hyewon off your dick as she crashes to the bed behind her, back flat on the mattress, her chest still heaving while she tries to keep a steady breath.

Her eyes are still glazed over, but you have no interest in letting her recover. You had taken everything she had thrown at you and more, absorbing all her anger, all her hot rage. It was time to let off some steam of your own.

You take your slick cock in your hand and slap your cock against her pink hardened clit a few times, causing her body to jerk with extreme sensitivity. With your palm on her thigh, spreading it wide you press your cock inside the entrance of her glistening pussy lips already splayed open and ready to invite you inside again.

Not even allowing her to take her next breathe you give a hard rock of your hips, and fill her tight pussy back up with every single inch of your hard shaft.

You don't give her a single solitary second to adjust or brace herself, right away you begin a fast rhythm, thrusting inside Hyewon carelessly as her wet folds swallow up your cock to keep you inside her.

“Oh fuck...baby...”

Hyewon lets out a tired gasp at your rough pace, you take her wonderful thighs into your hands with a strong grip on them, driving yourself deep into her warm tight cunt that intoxicates with pleasure.

You look into her sultry eyes, the way that she is overcome with pleasure does nothing but motivate to keep up your merciless rhythm. When she was on top she controlled the tempo, taking charge of you and using your body for her own pleasure, and you are happy to give her the same courtesy.

“You think I would choose Eunbi over you when I have pussy this good? How dare you Miss Hyewon,” you tell her, your words bitter, and Hyewon only responds in gasps and moans.

You let loose and unleash every bit of frustration from the night’s events, every thrust pistoning into Hyewon’s dripping tight pussy with power behind it, rocking her body in a harsh but pleasurable rhythm.

“Take it. Take that dick, you fucking slut.”

The words come almost involuntarily, channeling your frustration with being so wrongfully accused the entire night that it surprises you that they have left your lips at all.

Hyewon looks at you as your hips slam against her body, your hands still tightly clasping her soft thighs, and the rough noise of your skin slapping together further encourages you to be as rough with her as you ever have been.

Hyewon is enjoying every second of it, and the slickness between her thighs is evidence of this.

It’s only a matter of time before your release is imminent, and you savor the way Hyewon looks right now. The way her pretty innocent features look as bliss washes over them, and the way her tight body has now been draped in a layer of sweat, there was nothing hotter to you in that moment.

“I’m-gonna-fucking-cum,” you shout out, slurring the words together as the tightness in your abdomen grows stronger.

“Cum inside me baby,” she pleads, her gaze catching yours. You keep control of her thighs, knowing that this would be the moment when she wraps her thighs around your waist, keeping you inside her body during climax, and you would happily oblige her.

Not today. You have no intention of giving Hyewon what she wants.

With just a few more pumps inside her you pull out to her disappointment, stroking yourself to completion as she whines in response.

You stroke yourself a handful more times, holding onto to her right hip as you erupt. You use Hyewon’s perfect body as your canvas, painting her with your load as thick streaks land on her tight stomach, the next strands landing on her big tits, and the final spurts of your hot load spray Hyewon’s gorgeous face, staining her lips and chin with hot semen.

As you finish emptying every last drop over Hyewon you crash beside her, and she looks up with her cum glazed face with an apologetic look.

“You’re a fucking mess, Hyewon,” you tease, a smirk forming on your lips as she immediately throws a pillow that hits you squarely in the face.

“I’m going to go clean your filth off of me. You better be ready for round two.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2019 #izone smut #izone #hyewon #kpop smut #male reader #hyewon smut

523 notes · View notes

carnationcreation · 4 years

Note

Okay so I love your writing and I am such a sucker for sport!readers so I was wondering if you could do one with Carrie? Maybe she comes to support you at a game and like wears your jersey or number or sumtin, please and thank you! also i love you!!

TITLE: The Jersey (Carrie Wilson x reader)

✌🏻Masterlist Taglist, Requests, and Works in progress!

Request: Okay so I love your writing and I am such a sucker for sport!readers so I was wondering if you could do one with Carrie? Maybe she comes to support you at a game and like wears your jersey or number or sumtin, please and thank you! also i love you!!

Prompt/summary: Carrie is there to support (Y/n) at her state championship.

Word Count: 1,246

Authors note: I”M DOING ANOTHER SOCCER PLAYER READER CAUSE I HAVE PRACTICE LATER!!! ALSO I LOVE YOU TOO!!!! This is basically just fluff cause I love Carrie and she’s underrated

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I really wasn’t expecting her to be there tonight. But I couldn’t be happier that she was.

"Are you coming to my game Friday?"

Carrie sighed and sat down the magazine she was reading, "I'll try. I promise. But the performance at the cafe might hold me up."

"I don't care if you're late, I just want you there afterwards. It's the state championship. I just want my girlfriend there to celebrate my victory or console me over my loss."

Carrie smiled and put her hand on my cheek, "I promise I'll do my best to be there afterwards."

And now she was here. I had just ran out on the field for warm ups when I spotted her in the stands, wearing my old jersey. The smile on my face couldn't be wiped off as I put my gloves on in the goal.

"Isn't that your girl (Y/l/n)?" One of my teammates yelled.

"Yup."

"Oh they're so smug."

"You're just mad you don't have someone there with your jersey on!" I yelled as I shuffled backwards into the goalie box with a smirk on.

After I got over the glee I felt of seeing my girlfriend in the stands cheering me on I finally got into my game mode. Trying to only focus on my teammates and how I could best support them, while also getting so awesome saves in. The team put up a good fight, making some good plays that scored us a goal in the first 10 minutes of the first half. Unfortunately, the opposing team put up a bigger fight, scoring 3 goals by the end of the first half.

By the time half time rolled around I was exhausted, dragging myself into the locker room I noticed my favorite sports drink on my spot.

"With love from your number one fan- xoxo Carrie"

I couldn't help but smile as I chugged the drink and collapsed on the bench.

"They're really hustling you out there, but you're still on your A-game!" my teammate cheered and clapped me on the back.

"It's cause their girl is here," my other teammate smirked.

I only rolled my eyes and finished off my drink. The couch's mid game pep talk lasted up until the timer went off signaling the end of the break and we all did our chant before jogging back onto the field.

"Go (Y/n)!" I heard from the stands.

I turned and blew a big kiss to Carrie, smiling widely as she snapped a photo of me. I figured it would be posted on her instagram later but I couldn't care less right now. I'm still just so glad she's here.

I pushed myself back into my game mode as the whistle blew for the second half. Our team managed to hold on, scoring another goal and bringing the score to 3-2. We might have a chance to tie at least.

Ten minutes left in the second half the other team got a breakaway.

I readied myself as they charged up the field. My teammates were too far behind to catch up and I realized I had to charge them. I sprinted as fast as I could, trying to slide and tackle the ball but the players were too fast. One pass to the outside teammate led to the final goal of the game. The slide I took left an aching pain in my shoulder that didn't go away, even as I walked off the field to the locker room. Tears fell down my face as I tried to take off my goalie gear and into my sweats.

"(Y/l/n)? You okay?" my coach asked.

"I think so, just pulled something in my shoulder on the last slide."

"Oh," he said, "Get some ice on it and rest up, go to the doctor if you have to. If you can't be at practice just let me know."

"Thanks," I shouldered my gym bag and walked out.

"(Y/n)! Over here!"

I looked out over the crowd of people to see the red head standing over to the left near the gate. She knew I was upset, but didn't say anything as she wrapped her arms around me and let my face hide in her shoulder, "You look good in my jersey."

"It's really warm and it smells like that good body spray you wear all the time. You did so good tonight," she whispered.

"Not really, my shoulder hurts."

She sighed, "Stop being so hard on yourself. I heard the other goalie complimenting your skill. And where does it hurt?"

I pointed to the spot on my shoulder where the pain was emanating from and she looked at it with a concerned look on her face, "I think you just pulled a muscle, lets get you back to my place and we'll put something on it okay?"

"Can we get some food somewhere?"

She smiled and pushed some hair out of my face, "Of course baby."

She grabbed my hand and lead me out to the car.

"I'm really glad you came," I said as I kissed the back of her hand.

"The performance got canceled so I got here as early as I could. I even got to sit with some of the other dates that were here for the team. Why didn't you tell me the games where more fun with them?" she giggled.

I chuckled, "You wouldn't have known if you hadn't come."

"I guess so," she said, "Where do you wanna eat?"

"You pick," I said as I leaned the seat back.

I felt my phone buzz and saw I was getting tagged in comments on instagram.

My wonderful s/o played amazing tonight. Say good job (Y/n)!

I giggled and liked the photo and a few comments that popped up on the post, mostly from her band's fans.

"Remind me to get a good photo of us together after a game next time," Carrie said.

"Yeah baby."

Carrie pulled through the drive through before starting the drive back to her place. I must've fallen asleep at some point cause when I woke up Carrie was beside me slightly shaking me awake, "Let's go sleepyhead."

I trudged up the stairs to her room.

"Nope, get in the shower first. You kinda stink."

I smirked and pulled the sweatshirt over my head and threw it at her causing her to giggle.

I was a little more awake after the shower and when I walked out with wet hair Carrie had sat my food on the coffee table.

"I'm proud of you."

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You ready for bed?" she said, rubbing my arm lightly.

"Yes please," I groaned as I climbed into her bed, "I swear this is the softest bed ever."

She giggled, "It's better when we're both in it."

I wiggled my eyebrows at the comment and she hit my shoulder, "Not like that!"

"You made it like that," I smirked.

"I did not! You made it like that."

I shook my head as I pulled her closer and felt Carrie kiss the top of my head.

"Goodnight soccer star."

"Goodnight popstar."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*If you signed up for my taglist but don’t see your name please message me!

Taglist: @thebookwormlife2 @talksoprettyjjx @coolreallyfuzzystudentuniverse @igotabadfeelingabouteverything @larrystylinson-sus @lovesanimals @aunicornmademedoit @thexhotmess @ssprayberrythings @registerednursejackie @nicolewithasoul @homealone200 @hemmingsness @persephonequeenofthedead @bookfrog242 @peachyxdream @catieiscute2001 @julieandthephantomsblogduh @fangirling-allday @ashleyleblancx @alltimekp @wcnderwoo @unipanda1006 @disgustedchild @aberette13 @dpaccione @whyworry27 @number-0-iz @musicconversedance @owlgirl1209 @angelxfics @hamdehlesmis @marinettepotterandplagg @idkanymoremansstuff @spooky-season-bitch @chenellearose @voguesir @thegirlwholikestomanythings @mandiscadelinha @crybabyddl @jasm1nesdragons @daisiesforlacey @khiaraaa-in-spacee @harrys-bitch @bookdealer5 @blue21727 @echocharm17618 @actually-luke-patterson

#julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp imagine #carrie wilson #carrie wilson imagine #jatp #jatp x reader

79 notes · View notes