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hanii-rose · 2 years

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*cough* yo 🥰! I found myself her again as I fall in love with your writing😶. Ahh... Now to the point🤣🤣 hahaha (sorry), so garou have best friend (female) who is also his crush but didn't addmit , pride you know. But but she met Suiryu😐 (and you know which type he is). Plus she didn't like Suiryu. Rest I leave it to you ☺️hope you understand. Have nice ❤️❤️❤️

A Little Vomit, A Little Love

Garou × Female Reader

Garou nonchalantly walked through the tall forest trees, his hands folded into fists beside him, his karate gi ruffling with each long stride.

He was excited today, a vast change from his usual mood. There was an oddly cheery bounce in each of his steps. Today, he was going to impress you with his amazing martial arts moves and make you instantly fall in love with him. You, the most kind, smart and beautiful girl he had ever laid his gold laced eyes on, would be coming to his dojo for the first time.

The two of you had planned it two days before. You had oh so sweetly suggested that you wanted to see him 'in action' and he had happily obliged to invite you to Bang's dojo. They were going to have sparring matches with other well known dojos so it was the perfect opportunity to showcase his talents. He was skeptical at first, unsure if Bang would allow a girl to be present in the first place. But seeing as to how enthusiastic (and absolutely adorable) you were, the old geezer wouldn't mind having you around. It was best to bring an offering though, just to be safe incase the old fart was blind and completely ignorant towards your unmatched beauty convincing nature.

The bubbling splashes of a rushing waterfall could be heard and when Garou faced upwards he observed the large, bountiful mountains poking up near the horizon. A little further away stood Bang's infamous dojo, the stone stairs stood tall, leading up to the proud face of the facility. He could hear the other members warming up, their grunts and heavy breaths, the pounding of their feet against the thick mats of the room at the command of none other than their master, Bang.

So, he was a little late. Tough shit, he had to make sure he looked extra good today. Although Garou would never admit it, he had looked at himself in the mirror this morning while getting dressed. Like, actually looked at himself in the mirror!

Taking a deep breath, he roughly slid open the dark brown doors of the building and walked in. Numerous eyes fell on him and the carefree expression on Garou's face left, being replaced with a look of intimidation. They all quickly turned away, afraid of their senpai's sharp gaze piercing through them. All but one, of course. Bang walked forward, his hands behind his back, body arched.

"How nice of you to join us, Garou."

He instantly recognized the rickety old voice, he didn't even have to look to see who it was. Garou scoffed, smirking sinisterly. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Garou swaggered past him. Bang sighed, shaking his head and turning back to the rookies, muttering under his breath but not before taking into account the extra amount of gel in Garou's hair. Hm... peculiar.

"What am I going to do with this one..."

Garou had finished warm ups a while ago, now opting to sit out a match to get his head straight. What would he do when you got here? How would he greet you? It's not like he didn't know you. The two of you were good friends, yet he always felt the need to make a good impression on you. Garou thought hard, exploring the options in his head. Let's see...

'Hey there, cutie...'

No, no. That's stupid.

'So, ya' made it huh? Nice.'

Pfft. Please, that's not like him at all!

'Hey baby, ya' wanna blow this joint and head back to my place?'

As if Bang would let him leave early. Tch, stupid old grandpa...

As the clock ticked by and numerous students of other dojos filed in, Garou waited patiently for you, his face pulled into a dreamy dazed expression that hadn't gone unnoticed by Bang.

"Thinking of anything in particular?"

Garou straightened himself out quickly, clearing his throat and avoiding eye contact.

"Ain't none of yer' damn business..."

His sensei huffed, placing a hand on Garou's shoulder.

"Oi, what the hell, ya' old geezer?"

"You seem quite distracted. Anything troubling you...?"

Garou looked taken aback at the sudden question and scowled. Just as he opened his mouth to spit out an insult, the door of the dojo rattled as it slid open.

Garou excitedly turned around, facing it, expecting you to be standing there holding a bag of goodies, smiling your sweet smile and greeting him with your warm embrace.

Instead, he saw a guy, taller than himself and bulkier in build, black uniform and chocolate colored hair, scruffy and pulled into a long ponytail.

Garou's face instantly fell, the sparkles in his eyes disappearing as quickly as they appeared. Bang cleared his throat, walking over to the other boy and greeting him and what seemed to be his sensei. Calling him over, Bang introduced the two to Garou.

He couldn't care less who they were, knowing he'll most likely be sparring with the guy later on. So his name's Suiryu and he trains with his grandpa and sister at their dojo. At least, that's what Bang explained...

"I'll be looking forward to our fight, Garou-kun."

Suiryu stuck out his hand, casting a charming grin. Garou shrugged, shaking it.

"Hm, yeah..."

He had waited and waited and waited. It was around twelve in the afternoon when the last of the members from the other dojos filed in. Garou fought tirelessly and somewhat reluctantly, drawing out the matches so they wouldn't finish before you got here. He climbed up the charts successfully, winning every single match with ease. God Y/N, what's taking you so long?

He really wanted you to see him. He really wanted to see you.

But alas, you were so very late. It was time for a break before the last match. The two finalists stood beside each other, Garou with his hands in his pockets and Suiryu with an everlasting smile on his face.

"Ne ne Garou-kun, did you know that I won the last 3 Super Fight contests? I'm a consecutive champion..."

Garou glanced at the boy next to him, relaxing his shoulders, sighing.

"Then there ain't gonna be problem if I go all out on ya', eh?"

Suiryu chuckled, cracking his neck.

"There won't be a problem at all..."

The two watched each other out of the corner of their eyes, analysing, calculating. The atmosphere had gone thick, the other contestants could feel the fighting spirit radiating from the two finalists, their confidence and opposing personalities clashing in a frightening staring contest.

A soft knock erupted from the front of the dojo alerting Bang of someone's arrival. He slowly trotted towards it, cracking it open, only to come face to face with two excited eyes.

"Hm? We weren't expecting a guest today. Are you lost, little miss?"

You giggled at the old man's tone and politely shook your head.

"I'm Y/N. I'm friends with one of the members of this dojo and he invited me to come and watch him today."

Bang raised his brows, enlightened by your explanation. Now which one of his students could be acquainted with such a cute girl like you? Sour Face? Charanko?

Either way, Bang simply could not let an innocent girl like you into such an intense environment.

"A dojo is no place for a young lady such as yourself, especially this one..."

Bang momentarily thought about all of the things that could go wrong with you here. The boys could get distracted and stop listening to him, the children might ask for a free day (which Bang promised but never really gave) and worst of all, Garou is present and seems to be in an unpredictable mood. It's just not safe...

"Oh, I see..."

You pulled the cutest sad face you could muster up and looked at him. Shiny tears sat at the corners of your eyes as you popped your deliberately shakey lip out.

"I guess I'll just have to finish all of this homemade mochi all alone, with no one but myself..."

Bang huffed and nodded. Ah, he's still not convinced!

"A-and I'll have t-to throw away the homemade matcha pudding with the a-adzuki beans still inside."

You fake sniffled some more, the basket In your hands shaking as you quietly cried near the doorway. You raised your index finger, dramatically wiping a single tear from your eye. You looked up at Bang once again, lashes glistening with the remnants of your salty tears. Bang furrowed his brows and made some random old people noises.

"Young lady, don't cry. If I could, I would've let a nice girl like you in ages ago "

"A-and these premium beef slices that are imported all the way from (foreign country)? What will I do with them? Oh, the humanity!"

Bang grumbled but immediately perked up at the mention of the quality meat that you carried with you.

"B-beef, you say...?"

You had been quietly escorted by Bang to a safer area in the facility, mostly being ignored by the students there. As you radiantly glided through the room, you managed to catch the eye of Suiryu, who momentarily took his eyes off of Garou's intimidating figure.

Your observant eyes latched onto Garou, or the back of Garou at least. Unbeknownst to him, you had just passed behind him, sitting down with Bang and the other grandpa all the way at the other end of the dojo.

You sat down politely, knees folded and hands curled in your lap.

"So young lady, which one of my students invited you here?"

You looked at Bang and then turned to look at Garou again. Pointing in his direction, you smiled shyly.

Bang's eyes trailed the direction which your finger led to, landing on Garou and Suiryu, standing in front of each other. Suiryu, huh? Bang wasn't surprised. Suiryu was a rather handsome fellow, polite and optimistic. Of course he would be friends with someone like you.

Well if a good boy like Suiryu was the one you came to see, there wasn't much to worry about.

"Oh that boy, yes I see. He's not a part of my dojo though..."

You tilted your head in confusion. You were sure Garou told you he practiced at Bang's dojo...

"Eh really? He told me he practiced here."

"That's odd..."

Bang huffed and the other grandpa next to you grumbled.

"Hello there little lady, I'm Suicho."

You turned to look at him and cast him a shy grin.

"Hello. I'm Y/N."

The three of you had gotten introductions out of the way and the two old men seemed to have taken a liking to you. Garou hadn't noticed you yet, too busy intimidating his opponent.

"Um Bang-san, I brought all of this food for today to share with you and your students. I hope it's enough..."

Bang nodded with his eyes closed, a simple smile on his wrinkled features.

"Of course, there's nothing to worry about, most of them have left already. Now, how about you go and speak to your friend over there while I get Charanko to set the mats for us..."

You happily obliged. Bang watched as you ran towards Suiryu, waving your arm and smiling brightly. Ah, young love~

"Garou! I'm here ♡"

Ah yes, Garou...

Wait...

Garou?

Did he hear that right?

Garou?

G A R O U ?

W-what did you just..? G-Garou?! You came to see Garou?!

Bang's eyes turned to the size of saucers as he watched you run into Garou and embrace him from the back.

"H-hey, wha... Oh, Y/N!"

You let go of him and he turned around fully. He couldn't believe it! You're finally here, standing in front of him with your hands behind you, hair pulled back with a pretty little ribbon, long dress swaying as you fidgeted in front of him. You seemed to have lipstick on too, ohhh your lips looked so pretty...

"I'm sorry I'm late! I was busy making the food and I kind of lost track of time..."

You rubbed the back of your head cutely and Garou genuinely smiled, placing an extended palm on too of your head and patting.

"Don't worry bout' it. Ya' kinda missed most of my fights though..."

"O-oh yeah, sorry about that..."

Your face fell a little, brows furrowed and lip popped out. You fiddled with your fingers and played with your hair a little, eyes nervously darting around the room. Why isn't he saying anything about your appearance? Do you not look good? You made sure to look extra cute today...

"Y-you look really cool in your martial arts uniform."

You stated shyly. Garou straightened up quickly, rubbing the back of his neck, a pretty blush decorating his cheeks. You reached up, stepping closer to him, gently grasping his collar and fixing it.

"Yeah thanks, heh."

...

"I um, brought food for you so I want us to share it together. You can even invite your friend!"

Grasping Garou's hand with one of yours, you poked your head around his large frame, locking eyes with a charming gentleman, just a tad taller than Garou.

"Hello there, I'm Y/N. What's your name?"

The unfamiliar boy just stared at you at first, eyes wide in curiosity at your shorter form. But he quickly regained his composure, clearing his throat and stretching a powerful grin.

"I'm Suiryu."

He dipped his head down, grasping your free hand and giving it a light kiss. Slowly, he rose, not once breaking eye contact with you. You blinked, a bit taken aback by his actions. Nevertheless, you invited him over for snacks and he obliged, still holding your hand.

Garou stayed silent throughout your introduction, partly due to the fact that you were holding his hand and he was slightly bashful, but also because he knew that look Suiryu was giving you, that look of sheer interest and fixation, that was Garou's look.

The three of you walked hand and hand back to Bang and Suicho and you signalled for the two to sit down on either side of you. You also lowered yourself to the floor, sitting politely on your knees. Bang and Suicho sat opposite to the three of you, leaving space in between themselves and you three.

"Bang-sensei, I couldn't find the other mats in the storage room..."

Another boy came walking in with some rolled up mats, his scruffy orange hair swaying lightly as he entered the room. That must be Charanko... He's cute, kind of like a dog with all of that shaggy hair...

"We shouldn't need more than six, roll them out here and sit down."

"Yes, sensei..."

After Charanko had set the mats perfectly and had gone to get his water bottle, you began unpacking your food basket, taking out the beef slices and placing them in the middle of the mats for everyone to share. Next came fried vegetables and sautéed mushrooms.

"Garou, fetch the chopsticks and bowls for us."

Garou scowled angrily.

"Why do I gotta Argh! Nevermind..."

Garou momentarily left, coming back with a bundle of chopsticks in his hand and a number of little wooden bowls stacked on his arm. But when he returned, Charanko had already set himself down beside you, replacing Garou. He growled in irritation, his face becoming more and more twisted every second.

"Thank you, Garou."

"Yeah, whatever old man..."

Stupid Bang, stupid Charanko, ruining his chances of wooing you!

Garou grumbled, setting everything down on the mats and sitting beside Bang, directly in front of you. You in turn, took the bowls, filling them one by one with equal amounts of beef and veggies. You served Bang and Suicho first, as they were the eldest in the room. Next came, Charanko and Suiryu.

And at the very end, you sweetly handed Garou his bowl, rubbing one of his shoulders in a soothing motion. Picking up your own food, all of you began eating.

"My my young lady, you're such a good cook."

Suicho complemented, noisily eating the rest of his food.

"Yes Y/N-san, this beef is outstanding. I wouldn't expect anything less from a girl like you..."

Suiryu brought his face closer to yours, dreamily observing you eat. You could've sworn you had seen Garou's eyes glowing red while he loudly crashed his teeth together, chewing and glaring at Suiryu. It was making you kind of uncomfortable. You hoped for an interruption and thankfully, Charanko was here to help.

"Are there any more vegetables left?"

You set your bowl down and happily gestured for Charanko to hand you his.

"Of course there are. Let me fill that for you..."

Charanko hadn't really gotten the chance to see you up close yet, busy doing Bang's bidding and whatnot. So when he finally turned his head towards you, watching you smile at him with your pearly white teeth, glossed lips and caring expression, his brain momentarily short circuited...

He's been sitting next to such a pretty girl this entire time?!?!

"W-w-who are you?!"

You brought your fingers to your lips, chuckling.

"I'm Y/N. You're Charanko, right?"

He vigorously nodded, his cheeks tinged pink, taking his bowl back from your hands. His eyes looked wide, sparkling like a little puppy and you couldn't help but pat his head a little. Charanko seemingly drooled and wagged his nonexistent tail as you ruffled his shaggy, ginger hair.

Garou wasn't even jealous at this point, like seriously, Charanko is weird...

"Oi Garou, you haven't said anything to your friend yet..."

Bang grumbled, putting his chopsticks down and clearing his throat.

"I'll talk to her when I wanna talk to her, what's it to ya', old man?"

Garou huffed, crossing his arms, his brows knitted and lips tugging downwards. You giggled and waved your hand in front of your face.

"Garou usually talks a lot when he comes over to my house but sometimes he just gets shy, right?"

"Is that so?"

Bang looked at Garou and said boy quickly looked away, his pink blush reaching the peak of his ears.

"M-More..."

Hm? Did Garou say something...?

"Sorry, did you want something Garou?"

"I said...I want more."

You nodded but reached into your basket again.

"If you fill up on those now, you won't be able to eat the sweets. Is that ok?"

Garou crossed his arms, turning his head away from you.

"I ain't one for sweets..."

And so you began to fill up his bowl once again after handing Charanko his plate of veggies back.

"Ne ne Y/N-san, did you know I love sweets? I don't mind any kind..."

"Oh I see, then please, help yourself..."

You carried out various traditional wooden boxes, placing them neatly on the mats.

"I made a lot because I thought there would be more people here so eat as much as you guys want ok?"

You reassured, taking out some sweet syrup to drizzle over the pudding.

"That pudding looks splendid. Where on earth did you acquire such talents, Y/N-chan?"

Bang inquired, delighted by the way the pudding jiggled.

You shrugged, pulling up a slice of pudding and placing it on Suicho and Suiryu's plates.

"I don't have much to do at home except study and help my mom around the house so I try to learn and perfect new recipes."

"That's very admirable, Y/N-chan. Learning new things is a great way to use your free time. Don't you agree, Garou?"

"Y/N can do a lot more than just cook, stupid old man!"

"Ah, is that true Y/N-san?"

Charanko spoke with his mouth full of strawberry mochi.

You shook your head out of modesty, smiling sweetly as everyone thoroughly enjoyed the food.

"Y/N-san, I heard somewhere that food tastes better when someone feeds it to you. I would love to test that theory out, in the name of science, of course..."

Suiryu held up his spoon, winking. You had heard that saying before and to be completely honest, you wanted to know if it was true or not too. Alright then...

You opened up your beautiful glossy lips, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear, leaning in towards Suiryu's spoon.

KHWAP...

You blinked, surprised. The piece of pudding had vanished from the spoon, now tumbling around in Garou's mouth as he gobbled it up.

"Ahhh, tastes like shit when it's from you."

D-did Garou just...?

"Garou my boy, I thought you said you didn't want any sweets."

Garou didn't answer, smugly grinning at Suiryu, who had an irked smile of his own.

"Garou, it's ok. I understand. I know you're shy when it comes to sweets and cutesy things but trust me when I say that no one will think you're soft if you eat some dessert. You can have as much as you want, no one will judge you!"

You exasperated, balling your fists and putting on a determined expression.

"Ah, that ain't why I don't want any "

"Yes Garou, Y/N-chan is absolutely correct. Here, have some of mine!"

With that said, Bang quickly grabbed a new spoon, taking a large portion of pudding, he shoved it into Garou's mouth before he could protest, although Garou seemed to try to push Bang's force off of himself.

It was so cute to watch, you couldn't help but squeal.

"That was so cute! You two look like family, ooh I think I'm gonna faint!"

Garou looked at you incredulously. You...you like that kinda stuff, Y/N?

"Grandpa Suicho, me too, me too!"

Suiryu scooted closer to his grandpa, grasping his arm and tugging like a child.

"Alright, alright, settle down..."

And just like that, Suiryu also had a heap of pudding in his mouth.

"Aww, cute!"

The two boys seemed to scarf down the sweets that their respective elders shoved in their mouths, chewing and making an overall mess on themselves and their senseis'.

A hushed grumble erupted from next to you, prompting you to look at the source of the noise.

Charanko poked the matted floors of the dojo solemnly, one finger under his wobbling lip, squatting and teary eyed.

"W-who's gonna feed me...?"

"Oh..."

You patted his back, getting his attention.

"It's no big deal. I'll do it."

Picking up some mochi with your index and thumb, you fed Charanko to which he delightfully chewed, blushing cheeks and all.

"Ahhhh, you were right Suiryu-san, food really does taste better when someone else feeds it to you..."

Suiryu watched in disdain as you continued to feed the last of the mochi to that orange haired wimp.

Garou on the other hand, had enough of Charanko.

"Here, you like bein' fed so much? Take this then..."

With that, Garou flipped the pudding box onto the poor guys face.

"Oi Garou! Look what you've done, you troublemaker!"

Bang raised his fist to wack Garou across his head but you stopped the situation from escalating.

"There wasn't much pudding left anyway, Bang-san. Don't worry about it. Garou, if you wanted mochi you could've just asked, I would've given some to you too!"

Charanko had scurried off somewhere to wash his face, his expression cowardly in front of Garou. You looked at Garou with your brows furrowed, concerned at his attitude.

Garou growled, aggressively crossing his arms.

"Y/N, ya' came here to watch me! Yet, ya' haven't even seen me beat one loser here!"

You chuckled nervously, trying to calm Garou down.

"Is that why you were so aloof this morning? Because Y/N-chan came to watch? Is it also the reason behind all of this gel?"

Bang asked, turning towards Garou.

You looked at Garou with surprise. Does that mean...?

Garou's ears reddened, burning with embarrassment. He smoothed out the gel in his hair, fidgeting under everyone's gaze.

Suiryu cleared his throat, diverting attention away from Garou to which he was mildly grateful for.

"Now that we've all eaten, isn't it finally time for our last match? I'm getting very impatient..."

Suiryu abruptly stood up, placing his hands on his hips. He sent a smirk Garou's way before bending downwards until his nose brushed against yours.

"Y/N-san, watch me, okay?"

You leaned back, away from his hot breath and nodded uncomfortably. Garou slowly rose from the floor, his striking eyes glued to the scene in front of him.

"Oi oi, Y/N's here to watch me. Get yer' own audience..."

He pulled you by your wrist, meaning to move you farther from the tall asshat that stood in front of you. But alas, he had hugely underestimated the force of the pull he had on you, thus pulling you onto his chest.

Your cheek collided with his skin, and blinked, confused of your position.

You heard a loud drumming noise, getting quicker and quicker, and the your skin suddenly started to warm up as you pushed yourself off of Garou's warm body.

Was that his...heartbeat?

You looked up innocently and to your immediate surprise, Garou's cheeks were flushed, decorated with a ravenous red tint, ears taking the same appearance. Even his chest seemed to be of a pinkish hue.

Woah, Garou was blushing! Because you bumped into him! He was blushing because of you!

Garou's eyes darted from you to the floor, his hand coming up to his chest, gingerly rubbing the area where your head had been.

Bang cleared his throat catching your attention.

"Prepare yourself for this match, Garou. It won't be an easy one. Especially if you're trying to impress your little lady friend..."

Garou scowled, still quite red-faced.

"What's that supposed'ta mean? What do you know about impressin' girls, old man?!"

Bang said nothing, turning around in a suave fashion, straightening himself out and running a calloused hand through his silver locks, casting a smouldering look in your direction. You giggled, stepping next to Bang as he set his hand on top of your head, patting you.

Curse that old man! How's he so good at...at whatever that was?!

Garou and Suiryu both took their stances opposite to one another. The audience, you, a now fresh Charanko, Bang and Suicho, sat by the wall, keen to observe the brawl that was about to commence.

Garou cracked his shoulders, rubbing and stretching as you marveled at his body. It was embarrassing but you really couldn't take your eyes off of him. He tightened the black belt around his abdomen, making his clothes press up against his form.

Suiryu on the other side of the room also stretched, his stretching more jovial and light-hearted than Garou's. He grasped his foot, pushing his leg up with his hands and stretching it all the way until his leg reached his ears. He stayed in that position momentarily, sending you a flirty wink once he caught your eyes on his pose.

Garou growled, taking your attention off of Suiryu and back to him. He smirked at you, licking his lips. You fidgeted in your place, rubbing your thighs and knees together. What is this feeling...? Why did the two of them keep looking at you like that? Boys are really weird...

"The both of you should know the rules by now. Let's have a fair and clean match."

Suicho explained, arms folded with a stern expression. Bang nodded and sighed, nodding twice to let Garou and Suiryu know the match had just begun. Garou took his stance, his body moving with purpose, precision and strength. Suiryu followed, his technique being more languid, with fluidity running through his bones.

Both boys huffed, eyes locked in a vicious stare.

Suddenly, they both jumped up, their legs in the air as they both kicked, chopped and wacked one another. Suiryu harshly kicked Garou's side, to which he responded with a block, twisting his leg and knocking Suiryu's tooth out with his elbow. Suiryu stumbled back, grasping his chin and smirking. Garou turned around quickly, his eyes sharply on you. He smiled lightly to which you reciprocated, waving. Without warning, Suiryu swung at Garou, his fist tightly balled. His fist collided with Garou's solar plexus, the impact sending Garou a few feet back. Garou staggered a bit before bending over and retching. Oh no...

W-was that Garou’s puke?

Everyone watched in shock and disgust as Garou expelled the last of the food he had eaten prior to the fight. He sluggishly wiped his mouth, looking up, thoroughly surprised and embarrassed. Suiryu callously snickered behind Garou, who seemed to remain silently furious.

Before Suiryu could process his thoughts, Garou's foot smashed into Suiryu's side, knocking him over and triggering his very own puke session.

Bang rubbed his temple, frustrated. Suicho followed with an exasperated sigh. You on the other hand, cringed at the repulsiveness of the situation. Charanko almost couldn't believe his eyes. Garou...threw up in the dojo!

"What in the world is happening today, Garou?"

Bang asked, voice stern and eyes narrowed. Suicho questioned Suiryu similarly, arms folded. You observed in concern while Charanko looked on with a weird grin. You nudged his side with your elbow, annoyed.

"You shouldn't laugh when people are having a tough time."

You whispered, angrily. Charanko nodded, wiping the happy expression from his face.

Without another thought, you rose from your seated position and approached Garou's disoriented form. Gripping his arm gently, you gingerly rubbed your palm onto his cheek, patting it lightly.

"You guys should take a break. Come sit down with me."

Gesturing to Suiryu and dragging Garou by his arm, the three of you sat down to where you had previously sat.

"Oi Charanko, get two buckets of water and washcloths. They'll need it. And when you're done with that, you can clean up the mess..."

You offered to help him but Bang had said that this would be good training for Charanko and waved him away.

You sighed sadly, feeling somewhat responsible for the incident today. The two must've gotten sick from eating your food...

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Bang-san, Suicho-san..."

The respective elders raised their brows, surprised at your sudden apology.

"I'm sorry Garou and Suiryu."

The two boys looked at you with their brows furrowed, confusion laced with their features. Your shoulder dropped sadly as you became visibly disheartened.

"I should have known eating so much before a big fight would cause something like this... I hope you can forgive me."

You spoke shamefully, bowing to the elders.

"Y/N-chan, please. Nobody anticipated this. Pick your head up."

Suicho replied, patting your head. Bang made a sound of agreement, pushing some of the loose strands of your hair away from your face. Nodding shyly, you turned back to the two boys who had concerned looks on their faces.

"Yeah Y/N-chan, we should've known better than to start fighting right after filling up on all of your delicious food."

Garou nodded, his hand caressing your shoulder, soothing you. Charanko came wobbling in with two metal buckets filled with water and two washcloths hang from his shoulder.

"Here you go, Garou-senpai, Suiryu-san..."

Charanko wheezed and huffed, sweating. You patted his back as a thanking gesture and he stumbled back a bit, running the back of his neck, blushing.

Garou ignored the two of you, too engrossed in his thoughts to care. He lowered himself to the floor, pulling the bucket closer to him.

That was so embarrassing!' he thought, his hands dipping into the bucket with the washcloth. 'She saw me throw up...this couldn't have been any worse'. Hanging the cloth on the edge of the bucket, he cupped some water with his hands, bringing it to his lips, he washed his mouth. Suiryu followed him, wiping his face one last time with the washcloth.

"This fight will be continued at a later date, when there aren't any beautiful little women to distract us."

Bang looked at you with a handsome glint in his eyes and you looked away shyly, giggling softly. Garou grumbled something, annoyed.

"Yes, it's about time we leave, don't you think, boy?"

Suiryu dejectedly sighed, nodding. His shoulders slumped forwards sadly as he came closer to you, holding out a hand.

"Y/N-chan, your number, can I have it?"

You shook your head gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Bang and Suicho watched at the exchange of words between the two of you and poor Charanko had been too busy cleaning off vomit.

"My mother said I'm not allowed to give my number to boys. Sorry."

"Oh, I see. Well, is there any other way I can keep in touch with you?"

Suiryu rubbed the back of his neck, a boyish grin decorating his features.

"Through Garou, I guess. Other than that, I don't think so..."

Suiryu nodded, glancing at Garou. Garou glanced back, smirking. 'That's right, you get through me...' .

Suicho and Suiryu bowed, exiting the dojo, Suiryu winking cheekily at you before disappearing over the horizon. You let out a breath of relief you didn't know you had been holding in.

"Garou, go home. Take the day off. Clear your head. And Y/N-chan, thank you so much for your amazing food. I'm sure our guests appreciated it."

Bang picked your right hand up gently, encasing it in his hands lovingly. Your face donned a happy smile as you bowed in respect to the elderly man in front of you. Garou stood with his arms crossed, irritated but remained silent. He knew you cherished moments like these, considering you've had plenty with him...

You turned back around to Garou who had handed you your empty little basket. Pulling on the fabric tied around his waist, Garou loosened the grip of the belt, letting him relax a little in his clothes.

"I really wish ya' could've seen me win today. Instead, ya' had to see me at my lowest..."

Garou sighed, his expression disheartened. You approached him, gently dropping the basket to the floor, brushing his cheek with the back of your fingers.

"Garou, it's ok if you didn't win. It's not like it would've made a difference with the way I see you."

The boy in front of you bashfully scratched his cheek, his mood lighter than what it had been. You had successfully lifted his spirits.

"Hey, Y/N? Did yer' mom really say you can't give boys yer' number?"

You nodded, giving him his answer.

"But don't ya' have mine? Didn't she mind?"

Your arms slowly slithered up his white uniform until they wrapped around his tight neck, ruffling his collar a bit. Garou's hands shakily came to hug your waist, his face pink and pretty.

"What she doesn't know won't hurt me. And anyway, she knows I only give my number to people who are important to me, to the people I love..."

Garou chuckled, fully holding you in a warm, sweet embrace, his nose buried at the crook of your neck, loving the scent of your perfume. You also found comfort in this position, your fingers weaving through the hair that lined his nape. But alas, the beautiful hug was cut short when Bang cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Y/N-chan, you don't think an old man like me could also have a chance at your contact, could he?"

'No, didn't ya' hear her old man? She only gives her number to the people she loves...' Garou thought, priding himself.

'Heh, she'll never give it to ya '

"Of course you can!"

'What '

Bang's tone was light and funny and you grinned, happy to give him your number. He was such a nice old man!

You wrote your phone number down quickly on a notepad Bang had handed to you, smiling sweetly as you gave it back to him.

Garou and you had said your goodbyes to bang and Charanko and exited the facility, walking side by side together, a serene silence surrounded the two of you.

As the two of you made your way farther from the dojo, Garou grasped your hand, stopping you from walking any further.

"I'm glad ya' came today, Y/N."

Garou's hand tightened slightly around yours, pulling you gently to his chest. You shyly looked down, avoiding his soft gaze.

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world, a chance to see you in action doesn't come everyday, you know."

Garou caressed your cheek, gingerly brushing his thumb on your lip, parting it.

"Seein' you all dolled up and pretty like this... I really just wanted to impress ya'."

"You don't have to do anything to impress me, Garou. I'm always surprised at how great you are..."

Your voice had gotten softer as Garou's defined nose brushed against yours. You carefully looked into Garou's eyes, your palms flat on his broad chest.

"Y/N, I...When that annoying idiot told you to watch him, I almost lost it. I didn't grip ya' too hard that time, did I?"

You shook your head softly, pleased with his concern.

"I like when you hold me. I feel warm ♡"

At that statement, Garou's hands came to rest at your shoulders, his beautiful, gold eyes gazing deeply into your honest ones.

"Do ya' really, Y/N?"

Garou whispered in your ear, causing you to bashfully nod.

"Because if what yer' sayin' is the honest truth then, I gotta tell ya' that it ain't any different for me..."

When your gaze finally met his, the sincerity of his words shown through the gold of his eyes. Your lips stretched into a timid smile and you his your face in his shoulder. He chuckled at your bashful demeanor, smoothing your hair out with his hand.

"Y/N, I need to tell you somethin'..."

"Of course, you can tell me anything. We're best friends after all."

Garou gulped, his hands stopped playing with your hair and instead, rested around your waist.

"W-well, what I wanted to tell ya' is that uh, I uh...have feelings for...Charanko?"

You blinked in surprise, mouth agape. Behind you, Charanko wobbled into view and Garou stared at him in confusion.

"Ch-Charanko...?"

"Garou-senpai, there you are! I finally caught up to you two. Bang-sensei wanted me to deliver this to you..."

Charanko stood hunched over, gripping his knees panting and sweating. Garou let go of you as Charanko handed Garou a small paper bag filled with various items.

"I think there's some cough syrup, bandages, Tylenol, Antacid, a container of Tums and bottles of water. He said you might need it due to the whole vomit thing, ya' know?"

Garou chose to ignore his last statement and thanked Charanko.

"Tell the old geezer that I said thanks..."

Garou blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. Charanko pointed at his face, surprised.

"Wahhh, senpai! You're blushing!"

With a death glare, Garou sent Charanko on his way and turned back towards you.

"Aww, look how much Bang cares about you "

"Y/N... I was about to tell ya' my feelings."

Garou interrupted you mid-sentence, his expression serious.

"...About Charanko?"

"W-wha...? No! I just said his name cus' he showed up outta nowhere. I wanted to talk about my feelings regarding you..."

You grasped his hand with both of yours, bringing it to your cheek. You tilted your head, leaning into it, laying a soft peck on his palm.

"Garou, I know..."

"Ya' do?"

You nodded, a genuine smile gracing your features. Garou felt like his heart had stopped, or maybe it sped up, or maybe it was the rushing of his blood to his cheeks which caused him to stumble forward, laying his forehead on yours. He seemed surprised, bewildered even.

"I like you, Garou."

Tilting your head, you laid a gentle kiss on his lips, which remained in an 'o' shape. Garou closed his parted lips, tasting your flavoured gloss on his tongue. You did it again, you kissed him, placing a palm on his cheek after disconnecting from his mouth.

"Y/N... I like you."

You chuckled, still cradling his face in your hands.

"I know, Garou."

"With how I acted today and how that tall, long haired bastard flirted with ya', I thought for sure you were gonna hate me..."

"I could never..."

Garou burst out into a grin, his hands finding purchase in your hair, his nose nuzzling yours. You connected together again, passionate lips softly colliding in a heated kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his own wrapping around the small of your back. You gradually backed into a tree, leaning on it as Garou gently pulled on your dress.

Breathless pants and starry, lustful gazes we're being exchanged between the two of you. Who knows what would've happened if your phone hadn't started to ring.

Who on earth could be calling you right at this moment? Garou growled, suggesting you to leave it to ring but you ignored his breathy request.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Y/N-chan, it's Bang. I have something to say to Garou. Do you mind putting me on speaker?"

"O-oh, of course not..."

With that said, you complied to Bang's sudden request, confusing Garou.

"Oi Garou, I can still see you two from here. If you want to please your girlfriend, take her home. It's getting late. You need rest too. And were you able to wash your mouth out thoroughly with that small bucket of water?"

Garou grew more and more agitated by each passing second, folding his arms near his chest.

"Listen old man, I don't give a rats ass if you see Y/N and I doin' the do out here. Ya' don't have to badger me about that, I'd take her home no matter what."

He spoke, winking at you.

"I saw that too, Garou."

"Whatever..."

Bang abruptly ended the call and Garou smirked, trapping you between him and the tree behind you. He leaned in to kiss you and you giggled, pushing his chest.

"That was so embarrassing! I can't believe Bang saw us..."

"So what? Not like he can stop us..."

You sighed, shaking your head, grasping a hold of Garou's arms, linking it with yours.

"Remember to thank Bang in person the next time you see him, ok?"

Garou rolled his eyes, reluctantly accepting your request.

"Now, take me home, Garou. I want to go home with you..."

Some days later, Garou swaggered in through the dojo doors, confidence oozing from his form. He had just walked from your house where he had spent the night, feeling the most refreshed and alive than he had ever felt before. Scanning the room, his eyes latched onto Suiryu and his grandfather conversing with Bang.

"So ya' came back to lose, huh?"

Garou snidely said. Suiryu chuckled, retorting back.

"You mean like how you lost your chances with Y/N?"

Garou snickered proudly, undoing his black belt and letting his top fall to the ground.

"Lost my chances? When?"

Suiryu looked in shock at Garou's exposed skin, his chest and neck lined with love bites and lipstick stains leading down to his stomach and then to his...

Suiryu's confident look faded and Garou smirked.

"What? Don't tell me yer' givin' up already? Not that ya' ever had a chance anyway..."

The match had begun and Garou had fought exponentially well, being focused and diligent without having to worry about losing you to his competition. In fact, he felt like he had somehow gained strength. The adrenaline pumped through his veins, itching to see Suiryu lose the fight.

Suiryu seemed to be less pompous suddenly, being more defensive, missing punches and swings, barely dodging Garou's expert skills. It was clear who would be winning the match and Garou revelled in the exhilaration.

Bang and Suicho passed each other knowing glances, both elders having experienced what Garou now proudly gloated about. After all, they too were young once...

Poor Charanko on the other hand, anxiously observed the match taking place, afraid of the fact that if the two fighters threw up again, Bang would surely make him clean it.

And you blissfully laid sprawled out on your bed at home, bare and satisfied, counting the minutes until Garou would return and hold you tight in his embrace once again.

Istg life would not let me get back to writing but I pushed through! I'm not very proud of this one but I tried my best. I've been busy with assignments and I recently bought a car so I had to spend time on that as well. But I'm so glad I'm back (＾∇＾)ﾉ

#garou #opm garou #garouonepunchman #garou x reader #garou the hero hunter #garou the monster #garou the human monster #one punch man #opm #opm fanfic #reader insert #female pronouns #female reader #please let me know if i need to tag anything else

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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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A Kings Touch

Part Seven

Art by @knifeewifee ily bb !

Reader is chosen to be Katsukis wife whos only purpose is to give him a son. He has lived for many many years and never once been given one forcing him to kill his wives and children. A curse has been put on him without his knowlege. And maybe you can finally break it.

Tags/ @myunicornpet-unique @tired-marshmallow @fukyouthink @happygalaxymilkshake @insane-without-delirium @random-fandom-24

Kirishima was a little lost for words right now, he knew it would be bad if he ran after his King. there was no talking to him when he was like this. He wouldn't listen, only thing he could do was wait for him to return, hopefully calmer and more level headed. So Kirishima turned his attention to you with his hands up .

“So uh.. Dont worry about..that uhm.. Hes fine. Anyway! Lets have dinner yeah?”

“But.. the King..”

Kirishima pat your head giving you a fangy smile. “Trust me, you dont wanna go after him when hes like this, sometimes he just gets moody is all. “

There had to be a reason… something..someone? What about that room you cant go in?

“alright. .. uhm.. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Only to eat, i have to finish gathering supplies for the winter, cant freeze the second ya get here !”

You faked a giggle at the Dragons words and decided it would be best to get him out of the castle so you could go investigate. So you did what you did best, entertained.

King Katsuki stomped through the dense forest cursing up a storm at himself and everything around him. Heavy boots crushed the weak twigs under him and his sword cut through hanging branches like they were nothing. He had no idea if he was going the right way , was he lost? Maybe. But he could always call for Kirishima and be brought back to the castle. So he was never lost, just angry.

“Gave her everything she wanted.” kick

“Foul witch, i will have a son. This one has to be different. If not , ill kill her .. just like the rest. I cant die so ill just ...keep….trying…” very big kick knocking over a rock.

“Woah, easy there stanger” said a voice from the other side of the rock. “Cant plant crops if ya kick the nature around” the voice stood up revealing a tall young man with blond hair and a happy smile. “Are you the King or just playin dress up?”

King Katsuki stood his ground while he looked this person up and down. Who the hell was this? And why did he look slightly familiar… that smile… “i am the King, King Katsuki, youve got five seconds to explain yourself”

“Me? Im just plantain crops my King.”

“In the forest?”

“Yep, no one to bother me, and my guardian said its better for the crops to grow .”

“Your guardian sounds like a loon” spat the King.

This got a hearty laugh out of the young man, “shes alright, promise. But whats got you so worked up friend? I heard cursing and stomping not too far from here”

“Tch.. “ ‘friend’ “none of your business, why should i tell you anything? Im the King”

“Thats true.” the man sat down on the same rock that was kicked to wipe his brow of sweat. “But talkin might help, my King , ya know? My guardian always says to keep your thoughts out in the open , just incase ya get stuck”

“Hmph” Katsuki threw himself down on a nearby stump and stabbed his sword into the cold grass . “this … witch” he finally said, under his breath.

The young man leaned forward as if he was a child anticipating a story from a parent, stars in his eyes.

It did not take long to get Kirishima out of the castle; winter was coming fast and the castle needed to be ready. As soon as he left you picked up a knife and made your way to the room you were not allowed in. the chains on it were already cut which was weird.. Gently you placed the knife down on the nearby table and pushed the old heavy door open , the lock falling off its hook and onto the hard floor. Whoever was in here left in a hurry, the King? What could have made him so mad in here? A few more steps in brought you to the middle of the room where a single light was shining in from an old glass window.

“What is .. that? Its so pretty..” you stepped closer to the small table seeing a very large vase with a dying Lunar Tear in it . it had one petal but it was holding on for dear life, the rest were at the bottom of the floating flower making a pile.

“A Lunar Tear? Is he upset about this?”

You turned going deeper into the room to see the cribs smashed together in the corner of the room. They were so old.. Broken… . one crib had a small pile of blankets in it. They looked like babies blankets . “ Prince.. Katsuki?” you picked one up to read over the pretty lettering . “so the stories ….”

“Are true, yes” Kirishima said from the doorway making you drop the delicate blanket.

“i…!!!”

You jumped turning around to see Kirishima walking in with a hand up. “Its alright, your the first to go in here im surprised, then again he did leave the door open.” he sat down by you and pointed his chin at the flower “let me tell you, the real story y/n”

“And thats it “ Katsuki stomped his foot into the cold soil. “Thats the story, she gave me what i wanted, and i gave her what she wanted, and now i have this shitty scar on my hand and im cursed or whatever , i dont believe in magic, its all stupid!”

The young man was just staring at the angry King in disbelief . “wow my King, that sounds like its a lot im sorry ya gotta deal with that”

“Tch…”

“Is… uhm.. Being immortal nice?”

“Yes and no” he was.. Surprisingly cooperative with this kid.

“Do you.. Miss your son?”

Katsuki looked at the young man with hatred in his eyes, he hated every single kid he saw now, ever since that damn day. They all reminded him of his son, even this damn farmer reminded him … “does it fucking matter? “ he barked .

“I.. i supose not My king, im sorry, are you hungry? My guardian makes -”

“No, im going home. “ he stood up turning away.

The young man got up picking up his basket of seeds . “it was nice to meet you my King, you remind me of me in a way, i cant place my finger on it.”

“Tch..”

The young man turned on his heel walking back to the his home where his Guardian was waiting for him. She was a happy woman, not a peasant but well off . “hello Ski! Welcome home welcome welcome…” the woman hugged the man tight. “My Ski Bakugo, what took you so long?”

“I ran into the King believe it or not! He sure was upset , something about a witch. Witches dont exist though do they?”

The woman pulled Ski in for another hug. “No.. no my Ski.. “ the womans eyes changed to match the witches. “They certainly do not……”

#AKingsTouch #bakugo x reader #kirishima x reader

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ginkgomoon · 3 years

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I Like You A Latte- Gavin ☕️

Happy blog birthday to @cheri-cheri. Another gift would like to present itself to you! 💙

“The exam is officially over,” you sigh.

All those years of studying and recurring late nights pouring the blood, sweat and tears for you push towards the finish line were all worth it.

You are now free.

Kind of… but not really.

For once, you were outside not catching the train to go university, heading off into another library or exam room. You had thought to savour this rare time to yourself before heading off to find a job. Thankfully, public transport is convenient enough to take you just about anywhere in Loveland City.

With only your phone, wallet and keys in hand, you stroll along the all too familiar building blocks near your home, pondering on where to go for the long awaited first day out by yourself. Should you go for some udon? Bingsoo? Pudding, perhaps?

While breathing in the sweet air of freedom, you admire the city that you grew up in, absorbing the view from down below and up at the infrastructure that the city was so renowned for.

The height, distance and those buildings haven't changed. But you- the stages of your life, experiences and perspectives have. The city almost seemed a little bit more… brighter. More alive. Or maybe… would it be for just this once?

This, you fear.

The glare of the sun continues beating down, its light reflecting off the glass buildings passing its judgement on the entire city. The heat is suffocating and you long for a cool drink or nice air-con to rely on to keep you sane.

A vision suddenly intrudes, presenting the clean pastel coloured store-front of the café that had just opened up nearby. You remember that you had power-walked right past the “WE ARE OPEN” sign on your way home from a past exam to prepare for the final one a few days ago.

You know you rarely enter any cafés at all, but your love for coffee and urge to explore someplace new begin to steer your legs into the walking direction of where you had remembered it to be.

As you soon reach the entrance, the sign you saw from the peripheral of your memory greets you.

“BRUNCH CAFE. WE ARE OPEN.”

You push open the heavy glass door, instantly entering a world of relief. Still in between the two opposing temperatures, you hastily swing the door back and encase yourself in paradise.

You take a moment to briefly scan your surroundings. The café, although it claims to be open, has everything but the barista. It wasn’t as big as the Starbucks down at the shopping centres, but it was humble enough for its size and able to fit all the requirements a café needs.

Soft instrumental music starts to reel you in further, like a siren hypnotising a sailor. You feel... peaceful. Though you wonder if you were hearing the non-diegetic music of the film occurring right in front of your eyes instead of your almost-dream café.

The minimalist designs, the ambience, and the extremely posh and elegant windows that you didn’t admire enough the first time strikes your appeal. You also confirm with yourself that this was the café that you would choose to break the cycle of drinking instant coffees everyday.

Just this once.

On the left side, those posh windows were flaunting on display, and to the right had little cubicles laid out perfect for providing spacious privacy. You marvel at what a genius idea the store owner had to create such a comforting and unique interior for a café. There was not a thing out of place.

Except of course, the barista.

You head over to where the cubicles were waiting and as you turn into the corner, you almost trip over something that looks like… a foot?

Following the coffee-stained sport shoes, your eyes slowly drift up on its owner, locking on a sleeping figure on the seats of the cubicle.

A young man with a soft aura.

You squint in confusion.

The poor cubicle clearly wasn’t big enough to fit his entire body. His hair seems to have fallen into place like dominos having slightly covering his eyelids, and appears to be breathing in a gentle rhythm with his chest following in sync. Your eyes also end up emphasising his jawline as you continue to stare.

His chest- wait.

A little badge on the right corner of his shirt immediately becomes the salient object.

So, he is the barista.

Barista… Gabin?

You lean closer at the words printed out on it.

No, it’s Ga-vin.

Apart from how attractive he looks, you question yourself- why is the barista sleeping during opening hours?

The man’s eyes slowly crack open, like a shell opening to display the pearl from inside, and you finally see his eyes of beautiful amber squinting back at you. Though, you can’t tell if it was because of the bright lights inside the cafe, or if he was solely observing you- and why you were so close to him at this very moment.

“Oh, I am so sorry,” you cry, instantly retracting from your forward-leaning position. Your brain tries to racks up reasons why you two were in this situation incase he asks.

“There was something on your face” or “your foot was in the way” could work. No- “sorry, I’ve never seen another human being before” sounds a lot more believable.

Gavin, the barista, furrows his eyebrows in confusion then seemingly in frustration.

Your body tenses.

It’s coming.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep…” he sighs softly.

You do another quick scan and take that only the two of you were in the cafe now, unless there was another sleeping barista somewhere else you didn’t notice.

“If you're here for coffee, it’s on the house. An apology for what you saw just now…. Just don’t tell the boss if he’s here,” Gavin lightly coughs.

“Oh okay... Thank you. A latte please,” you say, rather not wanting to question it further. For now. But free coffee made by this gorgeous barista? How could anyone refuse this offer? All you did was stare. In that case, you would gladly do it again.

You settle your belongings on the table and catch Gavin rolling up his sleeves, putting on the display of his toned forearms. Luckily, your cubicle entrance was facing the direction of the workbench allowing yourself to watch him set up.

You start to wish for your coffee to be as hot as him.

Scalding hot.

Gavin steadily handles the jug and effortlessly pours the milk into the latte glass with the espresso already inside. Despite your sight of his expertise, he still can’t hide the subtle droopiness of his eyes and the slight furrow of his eyebrows again.

You figure it would be better if you come up to him instead so he wouldn’t have to travel the whole way to your cubicle with his current state being like this.

You gingerly make your way to his workbench while fumbling for a topic to break the awkward silence in your head.

“Is it just you working here today or…?” you ask.

“Is there another hot sleeping barista I should know about?” you continued in your head.

Gavin hands you the transparent cup accompanied by the saucer, a little spoon, a packet of sugar and a complimentary ginkgo-shaped cookie on the side.

The art displayed formed a symmetrical heart with perfect one centimetre foam to present the perfect latte.

“There’s the chef who’s actually the boss of this place but sometimes he dashes in and out. Especially when there’s no customers as of late. I have no idea where he goes, actually. Right now is no exception,” he replies, sweeping the remains of the coffee grounds into the knock box.

“And you do all the work for him? That doesn’t seem fair. Does he allow you to make your own cup of coffee at least?”

“Well, not exactly. I just work over-time till late. Plus, I think my body is practically immune to caffeine by now,” Gavin laughs.

"Me too," you comment.

As tired as he looks, he still has the energy to light up a smile, even with a stranger. His mouth forms an effortlessly handsome arc and you feel something emerging from within your heart, so subtle that you almost think that you could have mistaken yourself as the protagonist in a romance novel.

Though working overtime till late… at a brunch cafe?

You don’t question him any further. You take a whiff at the single delicate-looking plain ginkgo cookie and have a bite. This moment of peace and serenity was offering the much needed break from all that tension and pressure you were under- apart from Gavin being here, though he didn’t seem to mind your presence.

You lean forward to place your elbows on the counter and stare at the coffee in front, frowning a little at the reality of ruining the beautiful heart. You rip open the sugar and pour in half, then give it a stir with the spoon. The foam is perfectly silky and frothy, fusing with the crema like a starry galaxy.

You remind yourself that "it was okay" because this moment would forever remain in your own heart instead. Delicious, creamy arabica coffee.

Like those ginkgo leaves dancing in the wind that autumn day.

You smile at the memory before multiple begin to overlap with another. Ones where you had passed by the senior classrooms catching a glimpse of a boy staring out of the window or down in a random alleyway on your bicycle.

You didn’t think much of it back then either, but he had always looked familiar and seemed to be everywhere you were too. Crossing paths in hallways and even at the library, reading. That upperclassman boy named-

“-Gavin?”

He looks up.

“From school?”

You wonder why you hadn’t realised.

His facial features are now more defined, sharper, and still a head taller than you. Who would have thought the hot barista was actually an old schoolmate. You put your coffee down and internally scream.

“You remember me?” he softly asks.

“Just a little bit. Wait, do you know who I am?”

“Just a little bit.”

Gavin smiles.

You break eye contact and continue drinking, not wanting the coffee to get cold during this exchange. But even now it tastes different than before.

“So, what brings you here?” he asks.

“Taking a break before I find a job. See if any place will accept me…”

“Of course they will. You’re brilliant at what you do. I have no doubts that you will be successful.”

You smile in response, taking in the last of the remaining coffee.

“How do you know? We haven’t seen each other in so long. And I don’t think we’ve ever interacted this much in the past."

“I just do… Trust me.”

You look back up. His eyes light up with so much sincerity that could power a whole entire city’s electricity.

"I never thought I'd see you again," you say.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. You seemed like... you were just so difficult to figure out, especially for people like me who don't know you that well. So I never gave it a second thought either. And now here you are, making my coffee. Anyway, this is probably not making any sense..."

"No, I understand," Gavin states. "In your opinion... what kind of man am I?"

Before you could formulate a proper response, hot heat suddenly finds its way in, corroding with its cooler counterpart and signalling the entrance of another person.

Your eyes catch sight of a tall and handsome man, his aura so dominating that the heat you feel could just be from him instead.

“That’s the boss,” Gavin whispers.

The boss saunters his way in straight towards you two. His black hair matches his suit and tie, making him appear more like a CEO than of a chef.

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to the back to restock some things, I’ll be right back,” Gavin says, shooting you a comforting smile.

While trying to process all of this, your eyebrows are the ones to furrow now instead. How could this boss treat an employee like this? Working overtime without proper breaks? This to you was appalling and certainly see this as an act of injustice. Being the good and lawful citizen that you are, you decide to treat this like one.

“Excuse me.”

Before he enters the kitchen, he turns, offering his full attention to you. You thought you had a good grasp on what you wanted to say, but it seems that your head had disconnected from your voice box.

“Your employee…” you begin, “he seems very fatigued. I think you should be sharing the workload equally instead of leaving the cafe. Haven’t you ever heard of a collegial workplace before?”

His eyebrow lifts- in amusement, mockery or consideration, you don’t know. After all, your words carrying the “sense of justice” did sound a lot better in your head.

“I don’t interfere with anyone’s personal lives,” he said, his deep voice shattering your “prosecution”. But before you could have another go at him, he retreats into the kitchen.

Gavin returns with takeaway cups and lids and sees you standing flabbergasted at your interaction with the boss.

“You okay?”

You reply back with a little “humph” at the direction of the kitchen then turn to Gavin restocking the items on the cup warmer of the coffee machine.

"I-it’s nothing."

After all, this was your first and last time here, and maybe you shouldn't have acted so impulsively on a situation like this. Plus, how would Gavin react if you push the topic further?

You sigh. Hopefully the plan to have a drink and catch up with an old friend later in the night will settle the agitation you feel.

A soft ding is heard from your phone reminding you to get ready to leave.

Perfect timing.

As you reluctantly pack your things, you glance at Gavin’s way, who looks like he’s about to end his shift for the day as well.

You don’t want to be supporting a business owner who treats his employees like this, but yet seeing Gavin this way made you feel helpless. It’s a shame that you won’t see another handsome barista like this again. Or see him again. Or probably enter another cafe at all after this.

“I have to go.”

Your voice interrupts his workflow, and he frowns.

“Now?”

“I have somewhere to be, unfortunately.”

Gavin takes a moment to process this.

“Why don’t you wait till I leave? That way, I can see you off. It will only be a minute.”

More like a minute's time to sob about this man who could have been your boyfriend in a parallel universe. But as long as you won’t be late to meet up with your friend, you agree to wait for Gavin to finish up.

You linger by the entrance, not wanting to intrude his workspace again and steer clear from the awkwardness that could arise from watching him up close.

But after that literal minute, he steps outside with you and the heaviness in your heart starting to simmer back up again. The air already seems to have to cooled down, providing a thankful comfort to your surroundings.

Looking at him now, you almost change your mind. You could maybe see him again when you have time in the future. To... catch up.

Just maybe.

“Thank you for today," you say. You remind yourself to not get too attached, having really not know if you would be ready for all of that, especially for what was to come in the future.

You slowly walk backwards into the direction of your home, back where you need to get ready for the night out again.

“Thanks for coming. It was nice meeting you again,” he replies.

As you turn to leave, in your peripheral vision Gavin tracks forward to cover every step you took away from him, pulling a hesitant arm up to say something more.

But by then, you were already turning the corner and out of sight.

-And after all this time, your thoughts keep returning to those moments.

A couple of hours pass and your mind still orbits Gavin and that café. You wonder if there was something more you could have done or said. Hopefully he didn’t mistake your hurried steps for something else.

You soon arrive at the venue that you and your friend unanimously agreed on, though as you tippy-toe your way through the crowd to spot her, it seems that she hasn't arrived at the agreed time yet.

As you wait, you fiddle with the side of your dress. You decided to go with the classy minimalist look- a black dress and simple ginkgo drop earrings you bought recently. You didn't want to draw any attention to yourself, but you were satisfied that you were well-dressed enough to feel glamorous for the night. However, wanting to avoid the additional heat of the weather sticking on your body like a tattoo, you decide to head in first.

The music gradually becomes clearer and definitely louder as you weave your way through the hallway entrance towards the heart of the club, with the lights dimly lit and its walls enclosed for the darkness to rule.

You haven’t been in a place like this for so long, especially when you got used to the quiet and calm environment of libraries, the home, and the café earlier…

You could feel everyone’s body heat from a good healthy distance away, even at the seat of the bar. You don’t plan on getting drunk tonight, but you know your alcohol tolerance is so low that you figure it would be best if you should order a little fruity mocktail first instead then perhaps have a real drink with your friend when she arrives later.

You give a quick text notifying her of your location and place your phone back into your purse, ready to order.

Darkness continues to stir as you struggle to locate the bartender.

What kind of bartender is this person if they’re not at the bar?

Lights rotate and blind its way in every direction. For a fleeting second, it lands on the person across from you, illuminating those unforgettable eyes and smile of its owner.

His eyes are just as wide as yours.

"It's you."

The barista- no, bartender, was Gavin.

#I had so much fun with this one #happy birthday Cheri #I CANT WAIT FOR YOU TO READ THIS SIDISJSJS #3k words!!#THIS WAS THE SPECIAL POST I WAS TALKING ABOUT #mlqc #mr love queens choice #love and producer #恋与制作人 #gavin #mlqc gavin #mlqc fanfic #Gavin week

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t3kandson · 2 years

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The Burning Sun

Word count; 995

Fandom; AB6IX

Pairing; Reader X Jeon Woong & Reader X Park Woojin

Characters; Kim Donghyun, Lee Daehwi & Park Woojin.

Warnings; Angst, Smut and mentions of Choking

Notes; Chapter 5/13 earlier Chapters here.

A month passed, Woojin hadn’t been around much, always dealing with business and when you did see him another woman was clung to him. Daehwi avoided you at all cost, Donghyun had been your only friend, he had taught you how to shoot with guns and to use a crossbow. You regularly took long walks in the garden surrounding the mansion. You avoided talking about Woojin, but talked about similar interests. He had told you Woong was in Spain working for their eldest brother, which he warned was more harsher then Woojin. He secretly told you that him and Woong felt trapped and so knew how you felt stuck in the family home. Woojin had allowed a weekly call to your parents, smiling a rare smile when he saw your excitement. You never had seen him smile before and it was breathtakingly beautiful. However, when he saw you gaze at him his hard muscled clenching jaw returned.

You had got off the phone to your mother telling her you was travelling the world with Woong. Flora had mentioned to them about the flowers so it was easier to suggest you was with him. Your door opened, Woojin was stood their hands open for your mobile. You placed it into his open palm and thanked him when he cleared his throat. “Do you fancy a break from this place,” he said refusing eye contact. “Erm, yes please, I think,” you stuttered excited yet confused at the same time. “It’s important Y/N, it’s business, but I think it’s time I trust you,” he said giving his brown eyes to you. You felt your heart skip a beat at his softened looks. “Ok what do I need to do?” you asked, “just look pretty,” he said smiling. “But more importantly keep that shut what ever happens,” he said placing a finger on your lips. His eyes glazed over and he hummed briefly, the electricity zapping between you.

You room was surrounded by Lilly, a hair designer, make up artist and a wardrobe designer. You felt important while they ran around you making you a fine piece of art. When they finished you gasped as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The woman looking back wasn’t you. You bowed thanking them when Lilly passed you a purse. “I packed something Incase it’s needed,” she smiled. “Theirs lipstick in their too,” she said taking a last look at you and smiling. “Your normally beautiful but oh my your so dazzling right now,” she smiled. She walked you to the front door, you focusing on walking in the large heels which you hadn’t much practice in. It was then you heard whistles and turned to face Donghyun, his eyes lit up as he walked towards you. “Wow Y/N it’s a business lunch not a murder spree. Your going to give those old codgers a heart attack when they see you,” he teased. “Well your still alive so it don’t work that well,” you smirked. “Who you calling old,” he pretended to frown but giggled. You heard a huskily throat clearing as you turned around to face Woojin. His lips parted and you sure you heard a slight moan leave his lips as he took you in. Daehwi twisted his face to look at Woojin with a face of disgust, looked at you and rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed. “Looking good Y/N,” Woojin said recomposing his face and walking straight past you. Donghyun smiled and placed his arm on your back of your shoulders as he walked you outside. A few steps behind Woojin was Daehwi walking silently by your side. You realised Woojin still didn’t trust you and Daehwi was your body guard. Donghyun opened the side of the door to the back seat of a black Mercedes’ Benz. You saw Woojin already seated, he patted the empty seat next to him. “I’m not going to bite,” he said smiling seeing your resilience. You sat next to him as he added, “plus biting is not my thing. I prefer choking, the eye roll thing does me,” he said biting his lip smirking. “So you got turned on choking me,” you shot at him in disgust earning a loud chuckle, showing his snaggle tooth you had never noticed before. You couldn’t help but laugh with him, “Theirs loads of things that turn me on, I’m one crazy kinky mother fucker,” he said winking at you earning a blush.

“Don’t blush like your some sort of innocent little thing,” he smirked. He turned to face you cupping your face. “I’ve seen you walk passed my open door on many occasions watching me,” he said winking. A moan escaped your lips feeling the blush turn a heated red, but his hands felt soft to you. Your heat throbbing as you realised he was turning you on.

You went to remove his hands from your face wrapping them around his. He refused to move them as you sat their, the energy zapping around you. A small gasp left your lips when he slowly dragged his finger to them gently pressing them. His lips parted as he put his face closer to yours, your lips almost touching. You suddenly wanted him to kiss you, to ravish you like the other girls. His lips gently brushed against yours, seconds from pressing together. Before you could both move your lips, his phone rung breaking the contact. He hastily reluctantly answered as you fidgeted in your seat trying to calm your core down. You Looked out the window trying to gather your thoughts. You couldn’t fancy this man, he was bad news nothing good would come out of it. You blocked his conversation out as you normally did when business was concerned, till you heard him clear his throat handing you the phone. “It’s Woong,” he said looking sad as you took the phone and listened to that angelic voice warmth over you.

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tessmontyart · 3 years

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2020 year in review

It’s funny, last year I never actually got around to doing one of these. I didn’t think it was overly interesting. Oh 2019, how I miss you so 😭Such an innocent time ....

I’ll do a quick recap, cause hey no-one but me reads these anyway. 2019 was a glorious time. I went to Italy for the first time, went on an awesome Hunter Valley trip with my friends, had a 100th birthday celebration for my pop, I got to see the show I worked on air on TV, we saw the Lano and Woodley apartment in Melbourne .... Good times!

I didn’t give a rats about being unemployed and took matters into my own hands by making loads of new merch and selling at the most conventions I’ve ever been to. I tabled at Sydney Supanova, Adelaide Avcon, Sydney SMASH, Coffs Nexus Con, Sydney Oz Comic Con and Brisbane Supanova! I did so much travelling and events, it became my full time job. It was exhausting, but it was loads of fun, it paid the bills nicely, and it was wonderful to meet followers and mutuals in person.

My partner was very invested in counting up the numbers of what was selling and what wasn’t, and taking note of what was inconvenient with my setup and how to make it better. He even made a powerpoint presentation on what I could focus on for 2020, what kind of merch I could focus on and adding more conventions to my list. We were both excited about the idea of trying out Armageddon in New Zealand, which would have been my first overseas convention!

Cue 2020.

It started off uneasy. There were still bushfires everywhere and smoke hanging around, but I was optimistic they would die soon and the rest of the year would be fine. I booked a bunch of conventions early as usual. Got a whole bunch of new things made and ordered for the first convention of the year, Melbourne Supanova in early April. Some Acrylic charms didn’t make it in time because of COVID, but I thought that’s ok I still have a whole years worth of conventions to sell them at!

COVID-19 was just a spooky mysterious thing that was happening overseas at that point. I think there might have been 1 case in Australia, so all the toilet paper and hand sanitizer was sold out, but we were still able to do our usual travelling for the event. Little did I know, Melbourne Supanova was the first and last event I could do in 2020.

COVID hit Australia hard, Melbourne especially. There were lockdowns, quarantines, planes were grounded, airmail was halted, the cases kept multiplying, rules kept changing and changing and it was all so new and such a headache. Seeing every single convention I had booked cancel one after the other was hard to process. This was my main source of income in 2019 and now it’s up and vanished. Everyone were losing their jobs too, so the idea of getting a new job was completely out the window.

I tried to cheer myself up by drawing ‘Toilet Paper Chan’, my new magical girl character who has the ability to summon toilet paper in a time of need 😅

I made it into a Draw This In Your Style challenge, seeing as everyone was bored out of their minds in quarantine I hoped it was something people could pass the time and have fun making.

(here’s a handful of my favourites) I had a few entries which were all very adorable, but I admit not as many people joined as I expected. I don’t blame them though, this whole pandemic was very soul sucking and demotivating, especially hearing the constant stream of bad news when it all started.

I also made some lineart of a cute Easter girl, encouraging people to colour her in if they are bored in quarantine.

That was really fun, and I planned to do more, perhaps whole colouring books for a small price to download.

Then, out of nowhere, my friend from the last animation studio I worked at in 2018 contacted me. “Hey Tess, are you looking for work?”

“Um .... yes?”

Work? In 2020? What?

It turns out the animation industry is one of the only industries that are doing fine in the pandemic. Literally the only change is that animators have to work from home instead of at a studio. If you have the animation software and an internet connection you have everything you need.

So my good friend had recently scored this job for a studio which outsources all their animation for their animated TV series. The role is just fixing up any animation errors inhouse to minimize the amount of back-and-fourth between studios. It doesn’t sound like much but it became too big a job for just one dude to handle, so he contacted me and 2 of my other animation friends to help out. We had a ball!

It was loads of fun, and the contract lasted the whole year!

It wasn’t just fixing up errors either, I got to animate walking/ running / jumping / flying cycles for the overseas animators to use, which was great practice for me, and we even had a whole episode to ourselves to animate from scratch which I really enjoyed.

And then ... the year just flew by, because I was busy working the whole time. It was really quite surreal!

There were a few highlights, such as being a bridesmaid for my best friend’s wedding and organising her hens party, which is one of those once-in-a-lifetime things.

(Hens Party - it was yellow themed (her favourite colour) and High Tea.. it was adorable!)

(The bridesmaids and the bride on the Wedding Day)

Unfortunately there were some lowlights too ... This was the last year I got to see my aunt.

She was the craziest, funniest aunt, and still far too young to go. I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be the same without her.

As always, drawing is the only way I cope with anything. My family chose a plain wooden casket, encouraging everybody to write a message or draw something on it, before it would be sent to the crematorium. I drew Spotty, her awesome horse I remember from my childhood, surrounded by her favourite flowers. Monty draw Mingus, her awesome ferret we also remember from our childhood.

That wasn’t the only bad news either. Pat’s Grandpa passed away later in the year, and a handful of my friends had relatives who either passed away or were diagnosed with cancer or some other horrible life threatening disease. A musician who collaborated with favourite artist collaborated passed as well, and even though I didn’t know him personally, it was still horribly devastating. Not to mention all my friends/relatives pets who didn’t make it through 2020. There was just so much loss this year, and I’m still grieving my cousin and my friend’s mum who both passed last year, it’s getting harder and harder to cope. It’s gotten to the point where I’m paranoid about who the next person will be because I haven’t finished grieving the last ...

All I can say is I hope 2021 is a little kinder when it comes to my loved ones. The small light at the end of the tunnel is; any suicidal thoughts I used to have frequently have all completely vanished, because I’ve been faced with the reality of it all. You really don’t realise how many people love you, people you don’t even know.

...

That was very dark, but it’s definitely something I needed to get off my chest.

Lets go back to a much lighter note.

More highlights:

🌻Animal Crossing New Horizons came out this year! I used to play Wild World back in the day so it was wonderfully nostalgic, and me and Pat have made the cutest little town with all our favourite villagers. It’s a nice way to escape from it all ^_^

(Monty’s island when we started)

🌻Speaking of games, the brand new Crash Bandicoot came out this year too! It was actually jaw droppingly amazing seeing all the awesome new ideas and mechanics they came up with while still keeping it classicly Crash. I loved it and I’m so excited to see if they give Spyro the same treatment!

🌻2020 brought about new and interesting ways to still enjoy Live entertainment. Lano and Woodley did a Zoom show which was absolutely hilarious, and Lights did an amazing online Dead End show which had me so pumped!

🌻Pat and I continued our anniversary High Tea tradition, this time trying it out at the Hydro Majestic hotel in the Blue Mountains!

🌻Speaking of Pat, his sister got married this year too, despite the pandemic. Congratulations!

🌻Pat randomly bought a Miku figure for himself, out of the blue, completely unravelling years of unnecessary ‘shame’ I’ve inherited caused by a pushy mother and a crappy ex. I used to love figure collecting but was convinced by certain judgy people that it was stupid and I needed to sell them all. I kept my very favourites in a cupboard ‘just incase they increase in value’. But now I can finally display them all again knowing Pat loves them just as much as I do!

We also added a ton more to the collection to make up for lost time (and because there’s SO MANY CUTE MIKUS NOWADAYS)

It’s a bit messy because we recently got new ones and need to make more space for them. The shelf with the Vocaloid nendoroids were my original ones hidden away in the cupboard, the rest we got this year ^_^ They make me so happy!

🌻Speaking of Pat unlocking things I’ve always wanted to do in the past: I am now planning to revive my old OCs Yui and Lotto! They were just characters of mine back in the day, but since I’m not good writing I never really came up with a story for them. But with Pat’s writer wisdom and my kawaii art style, I’m now planning a webcomic featuring the two cuties ^_^ It’s still in the very early planning stages but I’m super excited, and forever grateful for Pat, for believing in me ;w;

🌻This year I drew 31 more Owl City songs in copic markers, to go towards my ongoing project to draw every song! I’m actually getting quite close to my goal now which is exciting!

🌻This year I went to a Drive-In movie theatre for the first time to see the new Bill and Tedd movie, it was glorious and now I wanted to try more drive-ins. Going out to see a movie on a big screen *without* being able to hear smart-asses or screaming babies? Yes please!!

🌻How could I forget, this was the year my idol noticed me!! Lights shared and retweeted my Deadend fanart! Life = made.

What to to look forward to in 2021:

This is the first New Year where I actually have an idea of how 2021 will go! I managed to secure another animation job at a new studio starting January, ending January 2022 😊So thats the financial security for this year sorted! :P

As for general goals for 2021;

I’m hoping to have a decent plan, concept art, chapter ideas and hopefully even a script done for my new webcomic! I also wanted to make some cute simple animations of the characters just because c:

I’d also like to just do more of my own animation in general ... I animate every day for work but I never get to do my own animated projects. It will be hard with a full time job, so maybe this can be a 2022 goal ... but hopefully I can do at least one little animation of my own!

I suppose another goal is to make a social media accounts for my animation, too. Even if I don’t fulfil my goal, I still would like a page to showcase everything I’ve done so far.

And if all else fails .... Another goal is to draw more Miku. It’s crazy that I love her this much and haven’t drawn any fanart!

I think I’ll leave it there because I’m babbling now. 😅

I’ve done so many of these now o_o

[2018] [2017] [2016] [2015] [2014] [2013] [2012]

#2020 #year review #cw: death #cw: pet death #cw: suicide

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leah-halliwell92 · 5 years

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Too Much Love Can Kill You

Summary: Soul marks are found through touch and song, one must sing to find their half and touch completes their connection. To reject your mark is to sentence them to death. you have been on tour with Brian, Roger and Rufus for a year and have known them for nearly four. What happens when you find out along the way that you are the mark of one Brian May?

Previously:

“Um why don’t we all move to a bigger table and sit down?” You suggested lightly as Brian gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

They all did as suggested and found a bigger table where you were sat between Brian and Roger.

Your mother saw this and hid a smile.

Your father did not look pleased. Jealousy could be seen on his face as Roger sat you between him and Brian with Mama Bear sitting next to Roger and Rufus on Brian’s other side.

If it weren’t for the table being round, it looked like your parents were on trial.

Things are going to get good.

Prologue – Chapter 1– Chapter 2 – Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 – Chapter 5 –Chapter 6 – Chapter 7 – Chapter 8 – Chapter 9 – Chapter 10 – Chapter 11 – Chapter 12 – Chapter 13

Chapter 14

A waiter walked by and took your drink orders before leaving you to the deathly and near buzzing silence of the table.

You sat between your pseudo-dad and Mark resisting the urge to laugh as your father’s gaze shifted from Roger to Brian, then to you before repeating. You also wanted to break the silence but had absolutely no idea of how to go about it.

“So (Y/N),” your mother began with a small grin, “Where did you get the inspiration for ‘Parental Guide’?”

You weren’t expecting that to be the ice-breaker. You’d hoped it wouldn’t be the ice breaker. This song is the one that got you noticed in the music business, it is also the hardest song you’ve had to write to date. Considering it’s all about how grateful you are to your parents for the morals they instilled in you as a child, for always being a unified front and loving you as well as each other. But also about how neglected you felt when you would talk about what you wanted to do if it didn’t meet the phantom expectations that were set for you to fulfill.

You wanted to say Roger for shits and giggles for that same reason but held yourself from doing so. That would only get you in trouble and your father punched by Roger.

“One of my roommates at the time recommended I do some soul searching and dug deep. That way I could write from the heart and not just what I wanted to put down on paper,” you said with a grin remembering the day she told you to not ‘write from your pussy.’

That didn’t really answer her question, but your mother isn’t stupid. She knows, or has an idea of, where you got your inspiration from.

“I’ve yet to hear that song,” Rufus said earning him an elbow to the ribs from Sarina.

“Oh really,” she said, “Then why’d you come home one day preaching about the and I quote, “Next top writer in the scene”?”

He blushed at that but kept quiet.

“It’s a lovely song,” Brian said as he shifted enough to subtly put a hand on your thigh.

Your father looked like he was ready to scoff but held it in.

Your mother on the other hand cracked on, “I also loved the song “Father’s Daughter”.”

That caught your father’s attention.

You wanted to hide.

The look on your mother’s face looked harmless enough. When in reality she was pushing an old issue to push a reconciliation between you and your father.

‘You seem to forget how stubborn he can be mom,’ you thought holding back a wince.

“I love the part when you sing about your likeness to him and how similar you both are,” your mother said with a soft sigh, “I also love the part you mention your pass times when you were little.”

“She also sings about the pain she felt when he laughed in her face every time she said she spoke of the future,” Roger said eyes like ice as they stared your mother down.

Brian gave your thigh a squeeze in comfort as your father glared in your general direction.

“She should have known to go into successful fields,” your father grumbled.

“I did that...but found my way here anyway,” Roger shot back with a small shrug.

“Not to mention I was already an old man when I finished my PhD,” Brian put in with a thoughtful hum.

“And me in Biology...” Roger added with another hum.

“And by that point they were already musical legends in their own right,” Rufus added taking.

You wanted to laugh and almost did when he arrival of the waiter with your drinks broke through you.

The drinks were passed out giving everyone something to do if/when things got awkward.

Your father took a long drink from his cup before clearing his throat again while your mother looked more than a little uncomfortable at the turn the conversation had taken.

What had she expected? That he’d jump for joy when she mentioned the songs? That he’d magically get over it and accept that this is what you do now?

It took a moment for you to gather what strength you have, look at your parents and say, “It’s why I did my schooling while pursuing music. To have a backup plan incase my musical career didn’t take off.”

“You should have stayed in what you studied,” you father said voice hard, “I knew I should have made sure you were going down the right path.”

“What is the right path dad?” You ask incredulously.

“The path I had chosen for you!” He nearly yelled.

“(Father’s name),” your mother hissed nudging his shoulder with hers.

“You should have gone into medicine,” he said as if he hadn’t heard her and sighed before continuing, “Mr. Parker from across the street said he’d have given you a full ride through medical school in exchange for your hand in marriage.”

You paled at this revelation.

“(Father’s name)!” Your mother gasped in shock at this.

“Did you know about this!?” Roger asked angrily.

“No! Absolutely not,” your mother said still in shock.

“I’m done,” you say and stand from the table and leave to your suite ignoring your mother calling your name.

Rufus stood and followed after you.

“You ass!” Your mother yelled at your father hitting him with her bag, “Couldn’t stand to see her happy could you? When you mentioned that I thought it was rhetorical!”

“You arranged a marriage for your only daughter only to call it a joke when asked about it!?” Sarina yelled angrily.

Out of everyone, Brian was the only who was still having a hard time believing what your father had done. He wanted to be hopeful that there was a chance at a reconciliation between you just as he had with his own father.

“It was necessary,” your father said.

“Necessary!” Roger yelled, “It was necessary to trap her?!”

Your mother was in tears as the worst case scenario flashed through her mind.

“We’d have killed her,” she said through her tears.

Brian looked at your mother in confusion and asked, “What would you have done to secure (Y/N)’s happiness?”

She looked at Brian eyes wide and shining with tears and said, “Nothing. I wouldn’t have done a thing because I believed that what he wanted for us was right...not only for us but for her future as well.”

“And (Y/N)?” Roger asked incredulously anger dripping from his voice, “When would her happiness have counted to you in the scheme of things? Hmm? When she found her mark and died because she was trapped in a marriage she didn’t want?”

Your mother broke down again at that and your father swallowed thickly.

“Jacob Parker would’ve rather seen her dead than let her go and you know that,” your mother said staring at your father hard.

“Well...um...he is a good boy my love,” he stammered.

“Don’t you ‘my love’ me,” she said harshly, “Jacob Parker grew up to be a possessive and oppressive man. He’d have rather killed her himself than seen her happy.”

She turned to Roger and said, “She spent months before she left to college telling me of all these wonderful things she was going to learn for her minor in music. I never took the chance to sit down and listen to her and her plans...”

The Taylors and Brian looked at your mother as she gave a humorless laugh.

“Maybe I would still be in her life if I had,” she said her chin trembling as she resisted the urge cry again, “(Y/N) had always expressed herself best through art...no matter if it was music or drawing. It shouldn’t have surprised me when she chose meteorology as her major in school.”

She grinned at that and said, “Always with her head in the clouds that one...”

“She needed to be pulled down to reality...” Your father said gruffly.

“What she needed was our support,” your mother said angrily, “Her music spoke her love and respect for her family...for us. But it also spoke of how neglected she felt when it came to her dreams. She wanted so much to involve us and talk to us about what she wanted to do and why and we just...”

Tears fell unbidden as years of rejected conversations and hurt flood back.

“You were her ear,” Sarina said in understanding but in a neutral tone.

Your mother nodded.

“You did your best,” Sarina said.

“But that was not enough,” your mother said through her tears, “I should have fought for her as a mother should.”

Roger felt for her and could understand where she was coming from and why, he’d seen his mother go through the same. The only difference here is that your father isn't abusive...physically at least.

“My husband may be a traditionalist Mr. Taylor but he isn’t abusive,” your mother said quietly as if she’d read his mind.

“I concur with that,” Brian said and went into what you’d told him about your father.

Your mother gave your father an ‘I told you so’ look and nodded.

“I’m going to go check on her,” Sarina said and left the table.

“Can...” your mother started, “Can I go with you?”

Sarina looked to Roger who nodded.

You need to talk to your mother, they both knew this was the only way things were going to make any sense to you...it would also leave hope in its wake to a reconciliation between you and her.

Roger crossed his arms as the ladies left more than prepared for a fight.

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bestwishes86 · 4 years

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"I got a good feeling. It doesn't happen. Very Often." Phoebe Bridgers

When David got the call he was just sitting down in his living room with "Game of Thrones" on his 42 inch flat screen. The fresh bowl of Pop Secret and a Heineken sat on the polished coffee table. Hadley was at the Tailgating party for the Puritans and he was on call with the station. He had spent the morning cleaning the upscale brownstone once back from Seattle to clear his head. The drive with that gay asshole had fucked with him more than he wanted to think about. So he had busied himself, not thinking about him walking out of the missing woman's shower naked. He could still see the words in other languages and black swirls running across that pale skin. As he had polished every surface he could still see the tattoos had covered even the plump flaccid cock between those thick legs.

His bookshelves were filled with paperback novels from the eighties and nineties and every Disney movie with the large white boxes and the faded art and a selection of dvds. The books and movies had belonged to his parents and he couldn't bring himself to throw any of it away. His wife Penelo had done the decorating and so three oil paintings of landscapes in polished wood frames hung on the walls on either side of the flat screen.

David sat on the soft dark leather couch and was pulling his remote to him when his phone rang. Internally he thought about ignoring it incase it was another call about cow tipping or another horrible trip to Seattle to pick up another gay asshole who smelled like honeysuckle and blood. Seeing the name LInds on the caller id he grabbed it and swiped right to answer it.

"Deputy, do you know a Jon Redding?" the deep voice of the Siren by night hard as nails, raven haired woman asked.

"Yes...why?" David asked slowly, staring at the burning emblem of the show and the paused status bar at the bottom of the screen.

"You should probably cut him off, he's down here talking about loving someone who didn't exist and getting thrown into posters and that's not what the boring patrons want to hear, now is it?" Linds asked as she looked at the usually handsome bearded man who looked ready to pass out or throw up sitting alone at a table. The other customers were human ones and she had sung two of her magical songs to distract them from him. David felt a headache building behind his furrowed brows but he still rose from the couch and hung up the call and grabbed his keys.

Jon stared at his empty glass, his mind muddled by the many drinks that had come before as he thought about that alternate version of himself. While he was a short, muscular young man covered in witches spells. That dreamed up version was a chubby, pasty coward. He missed feeling that weak and vulnerable and the way Pete had looked at him. Jon shook his head at the memory of the tall, pale muscular teenager with those green eyes and that square jaw. But it was too late, he remembered the dream Pete had been in and been gutted in. Tears burned at the corners of his eyes

"It wasn't real, none of it." Jon shouted to himself and all the bar patrons glared at him as they had every outburst he had made in the last hour. He knew it was stupid, knew it was a waste of emotion but those feeiings he had felt in that mental prison had become a part of him. He had been quiet the entire drive back with that asshole homophobe because he was etching into his memory those three dreams because of Pete. The witch he had planned on eating had trapped him inside her mental prisons had made the imagined world so real he had created real feelings.

"This seat taken," a gruff pissed off voice asked and Jon waved a hand in acceptance and grimaced at the loud scrapping of the wood against the concrete floor. David plopped down and held a hand up for the waitress. HIs brown eyes looking over Jon, the man had worn a dark blue sweater and jeans with loafers. David thought about his old Smashing Pumpkins t shirt and pajama bottoms and barefeet. He chuckled at this but when the red in the face spikey haired man looked at him, his smile fell away.

"You...." Jon said growling in distrust

"Hey man, Heard you were drinking here so I came by too," David was cut off by Jon

"You came here dressed like that to drink with me, no offense but unless you're going to knock me out and take me back to your house for a hard fucking, i'm gonna pass." Jon said looking David up and down and reaching for his glass having forgotten it was empty. He grimaced at the mere hints of alcohol in it and waved for the waitress while David glared at him.

"Do you have to go straight to sex every time i meet you." David said between gritted teeth.

"We've met twice. Second, what else am I good for? Never mind that last point. You don't even know me is what I'm trying to say." Jon slurred in a voice that was something between indignant and a purr. David rolled his eyes at him and Jon slumped back in his chair.

"Why would I want to? I'm just here to make sure you don't talk about shit you promised you wouldn't." David paused as the waitress appeared he ordered two Rum Punches and a Budwiser.

"I didn't say you could buy a drink for me," Jon said as he closed his eyes

"I didn't, those are all for me." David said as he glared at LInds who waved apologetically.

"Ok. Did the bartender alert you to me talking too much," Jon asked and Davd nodded.

"I just...never mind it's stupid once you're drunk we can leave," Jon said as the two red glasses and the bottle arrived.

"You want anything," David asked, his expression softened as he smelled the sadness coming off Jon and heard the pain in his voice. Jon reached for one of the rum punches and David smacked his hand.

"Mine," David said drawing the glass away from the drunkard, he continued, "I meant something else. I got you for it, I already covered your bill," David said and Jon thought about it for a moment and asked for a Bud Light. David raised an eyebrow but placed the order the two sat in heavy silence. David occasionally glanced at the drunk man stare at the table and the empty glass, it was clear his mind was somewhere else. David finished his first drink and curled his toes on the cold floor. Jon's beer arrived and David watched Jon drink half of it one go. He watched the Adam's apple bob with each swallow before he looked away.

"Have you ever missed someone you shouldn't," Jon asked and David sat up uncomfortable as he looked at Jon. The image of the beautifully deformed half woman half wolf chained to walls in an institution flashed in David's mind.

"Yeah, hurts all the same." David said solemnly thinking of his wife. His Alpha had told him to kill her, to end her suffering but he couldn't. So he had driven her to that asylum and chained her up himself. Her human mind was gone, buried inside the feral wolf mind that ruled that malformation.

"It really really fucking does. In that place that woman held me, there was a boy my mind made up. He was...kind to me. The first person in my life to be kind to me ended up being my own imagination...how fucked is that." Jon said and as he admitted it two large tears began their descent down his cheeks. They were soon chased by more and he quietly wept. He didn't care if David said something else assholey to him. If the bar patrons kicked him out, none of it mattered as he watched the large stainless steel meat hook burst out of Pete's broad chest. His mind had drifted back to that nightmarish prison he had been kept in. He and Pete had run from the blank faced woman up the stairs of his home to his bedroom and locked the door behind them. It had happened so suddenly as they had caught their breath. She had burst through the wood, her scream almost deafening as Pete had run at her with his chair as a weapon. She had smacked him away so effortlessly and then glowered at him.

Jon had stood there frozen in horror as the woman took slow strides toward him, she had reached into that dusty overcoat and pulled the metal hook from it and it caught the light of the room and glistened. He had wanted to brave, wanted to try something to save them but he had been so afraid. Pete had run in front of Jon to save him from it in that made up nightmare. Jon could feel the moment when life left Pete's body. It was if something was pulled from his body, ripped away with that second in life. It didn't matter if it was real or not, it had felt real to him.

Strong hands were on his shoulders, he felt his body rising up as he was swung up into someone's arms but he didn't care. He kept his eyes closed as he was carried out of the bar. The cool night air felt heavenly on his face. He buried his head against the hard flat chest he was pressed against. Jon focused on the heart beating strong beneath the shirt and skin and muscle there. It was real, in that drunken moment it was the only thing real to him.

David had felt his wolf howl in pain watching the quiet crying, he had tried to ignore it. But that open honest act of feeling had struck him in the gut. He had looked around and saw that the once loud raucous bar was silent as everyone watched Jon. That had been what caused him to rise from his seat and carry him out. Carrying the muscular man might have been hard for a normal man but for one with preternatural strength it was like carrying a newborn pup. He ignores the gravel that dug into the skin of his bare feet as he listens to the steady heart beat. Keeping Jon close to him kept his wolf from howling in mourning so he did. Linds was behind him a few steps, she silently watched him, he could feel her eyes on his back as he made his way through the packed parking lot to his truck. The tall, slender, dark haired woman wore a red velvet corset that pushed up her sizable chest and painted on black jeans and boots. Her race's language was tattooed across her arms in dark blue swaths of color. She opened the door for him and he placed Jon inside.

It wasn't til he buckled the seatbelt that she spoke. There were only a few reasons Sirens were ever silent and he knew it wouldn't be good but he listened, his focus on making sure Jon was secure.

"I've seen your future, the same as I saw it when your daddy broke your right arm. The man I saw you kissing in your future, he's that man there. He is exactly as I described it to you 15 years ago. You came here the instant you heard it was him. That means something Davey," Linds said and David whirled around to face her. His brown eyes burning gold with the power of his wolf burning right beneath his skin.

"Jesus H. Christ Linds!!! I don't fucking need this shit. This man is the top suspect in a woman's disappearance. My wife is in a fucking padded cell. Everytime I see her she rips my throat out and I watch her eat it. And you're here reminding me that 15 years ago my dad took a hammer and shattered my elbow. Spit on me and called me a faggot, all for this sad sack of shit who was in your bar mooning over a made up teenage crush that I am jealous of." LInds eyebrows shot up the same as his as he realized what he said. He couldn't take it back. Linds watched the lean werewolf vibrate with shock and anger. She knew she should be afraid but all she wanted to do was the same thing she had done when they had been teenagers. She reached out for him but he took a step back, not trusting the low growling wolf inside his soul.

He had sat in that bar watching those tears and selfishly wished they had been for him, not some made up boy. He felt immature and selfish and wanted to be alone but instead he fished his keys out of his pocket and stormed around to the driver's side of the truck and got in and without a word drove off as Linds watched him go.

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benjaminjofaiho · 4 years

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The Captain Next Door Ch. 4

Summary: You’re a doctor who also just so happens to be a fan fiction writer. You love lots of fandoms but Captain America is by far your fave, so what happens when you get a new job, move to Brooklyn and realize that the brownstone you bought is right next door to Captain America? Obviously shenanigans ensue.

Warnings: Swearing.

It’s worth noting that I do not care for or abide by the timeline, there are some people mentioned that haven’t technically been brought together yet [ As per Winter Soldier ] but I did it anyway. P.S. I do not currently have a beta and the ‘f’ and ‘u’ keys on my keyboard are messed up so incase you see repeating letters anywhere they aren’t supposed to be feel free to let me know.

AN: I’m BAAAAACK! This is coming sooner than I wanted because I’m not as far enough into future chapters as I would like.But I just wanted to put some cuteness into what is happening right now so please enjoy the light refreshment. Thank you for waiting on me, those of you that are waiting on me. Thank you for all your reblogs, comments and likes. Your feedback is always welcome and I love hearing from y’all.

It had been about 8 weeks and you had a pretty good routine set for your new life in the big apple. Work all week, Hot yoga with Sonia on Friday mornings and occasionally the club with her on Friday nights, Sam comes over Saturday mornings to help fix up the house and in the evenings you cook your weekly meals for he and Steve; Sunday was the day you had all to yourself.

On Friday morning you and Sonia were walking back from the gym with your yoga mats and nearly got ran over by Sam on a morning run. His earbuds fell out and it was almost as if you weren’t there. He was beside himself trying to make sure he didn’t hurt Sonia; as for her you’ve never seen her so shy in her life. She was more of a take life by the horns type girl and you didn’t even know she had a shy bone in her body.

“Excuse me Ma’am, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you. I hope you’re okay?” You never thought of Sam that way. But in this moment with him making his voice like that, no shirt on, body glistening, you could see it.

“Yeah sure, ”she said quietly “I’m completely fine. No worries.”

“Can I make it up to you somehow –” You cleared your throat cutting him off. Turning to you as if you materialized out of thin air he said “Oh hey Doc, my b. You good?”

Laughing you told him you BOTH were fine and had to almost drag Sonia up the steps of your brownstone.

Saturday morning came around and you had just finished making pancakes – you liked to cook a little extra for Sam after his work and heard the doorbell ring. You went to open it and were surprised to see Steve.

“Hey Steve! Sam isn’t here yet I’m just waiting on him.” You always internally laughed at the fact that instead of calling his roommate like a normal person, Steve would rather come to your house to check for him personally. He was just such an old man. You continued “You know, I could give you my cell phone number so maybe you could call to find out if he was here to save you a trip.”

“Uhh…” He started looking uncomfortable again. Damn it. No matter how good you felt like you were doing you always had a way of messing him up and making him go red with discomfort. “ Sure, here you go” He handed you a flip phone with a green and black screen. You laughed taking it from him.

“Seriously? Don't you, like, know Tony Stark? What does he have to say about this?” you said, wiggling his phone at him.

“I never hear the end of it actually” He laughs. What a nice laugh it was. Putting your number in you gave it back to him and he saved it. Behind him Sam showed up to your door.

“Morning Doc, oh hey Cap. I thought you said you had errands to-”

“ Oh!” Steve started laughing loudly slapping Sam’s shoulder “Think you’re confused buddy I was looking for you.” Looking between them with confusion you said

“Anyway guys, just made some pancakes, y’all want some?”

“Girl you know I can always eat” Sam said laughing and tapping on his stomach.

Both of you turned your head to Steve and waited

“Well, I’m actually free for the whole day so sure, a meal sounds terrific.”

After you were all good and fed, you put your elbows up on the table and your hands folded under your chin like someone plotting and scheming.

“So gentlemen, what’s the plan for today? What are we doing?” You looked between them waiting to hear the plan.

“Doc I came to tell you today’s the last day of my fixing upping” Sam smiled his toothy grin, “ and just in time too because I have a date with a beautiful woman.”

“Hold on Samuel, I have a couple of questions!”

Steve let out a laugh and when you shot him a look he put his hand over his grinning mouth.

“Firstly, congrats on your date, but also who is she and what do you mean today is your last day?”

“Well she’s this beautiful Englishwoman, tall, funny, intelligent, honestly I could go on for hours. And as for my quitting notice, I’m all done Doc.”

“When did you even talk to Sonia?”

“Aht-aht! What happens outside the walls of the hospital and this house is none of your concern Dr. Y/L/N !”

Laughing you respond “ Fine! Be like that! See if I care!” After getting over your fit of giggles you continued “ But seriously, look at this place. I mean it works fine now but it looks… A mess” you ended.

“ Yeah I don’t know what to tell ya. I do fixing. Need a pipe to go up? That's all me. Building a shelf into a wall? I’m your guy. Knocking down a wall and remodeling your bathroom in the space of 3 days? Obviously I’m the only one that can do that. However, all this replacing fixing, painting, choosing crown moldings, deciding the ‘aesthetic’ for the house? I cannot help you, my work is done. But trust your good friend Sam, he’d never leave you high and dry, I have a contact who’s eye is impeccable. Hell, he’s an artist, lives nearby and even furnished and decorated our place.” As he ended that sentence he pat Steve on the back.

Steve’s head whipped towards him as he started to choke on his orange juice.

“Wh-What? Sorry what?”

Sam continued totally ignoring Steve’s protests. “Doc, you've been to our place right?” You shook your head unable to speak “Ah! We’ve got to have you over one of these days. Matter of fact I just have something I need to finish on one of the upper levels of your house, Steve why don’t you take her by our house, show her around and get some ideas. You guys can get a” Sam chose to take an unnecessary pause “ feel of what the other wants and what you both have to offer and see if you can come up with anything.”

“Oh Sam,” you say flustered, “I’m sure Steve is busy and I don't want to take up any of his-”

“Nah don’t even worry about that. Remember Steve said he was free all day? Isn’t that right Steve?” You both turned to Steve.

“Yeah I did say that. But you know-”

Immediately cutting him off and not wanting to hear his rejection “You know I’m sure you have other things to do. Don't worry about it, honestly, you’ve already been such a help and I really appreciate it a lot” turning to Sam you continue “You know what? Dr. Bonner has joked about wanting to quit medicine to become an interior designer, I’m sure he would be up for it.” Standing up you start to look for your phone but Steve jumped up as well.

“I can do it! I mean-” He cleared his throat from causing such a jarring noise “It wouldn’t be any issue at all, the reason I hesitated before is because I’m not sure how our styles complement each other, I haven’t really seen you outside the house before so that’s all that was.”

“Well then, it’s settled” Sam said joining the both of you standing. “ You two go and check out the house while I finish up here.” Before even being able to argue he was out of the kitchen and taking two steps at a time. Alone for the first time with Captain America, you let out a little breath and turned to him

“Steve, listen I really don’t want to impose-” His hand shot up immediately

“Y/N please, it’s not an imposition. I want to do it, it's a nice break from what we do daily. Sam’s got to get to know you a bit better though your house and now it’s my turn.”

You smiled widely before reigning it in and just nodding and walking towards to the door. Opening your front door you turned to him and let out the tiniest smile,

“So, shall we?”

“Yes of course.” He replied. Calling up to Sam he said “We’re going to the house buddy, see you later!” You both heard a faint Sam calling his good byes. You led him first down the steps and a gust of wind blew and you felt a little chill. At the base of your steps you turned and Steve looked almost like a kid who got caught stealing. Was he checking you out? Of course not. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Why would captain America be checking you out? You let out a little sigh and tight smile and said “After you.”

====================Steve’s POV=======================

Steve woke up knowing today was Saturday, which was a day that had quickly become one of his favorites. He tried to lie to himself, saying it was the freedom of the day, the fact that he had no official obligations, but then, why didn't he also favor Sunday, a day that was essentially the same? He allowed himself to admit that it was because of Y/N, he loved Saturday, but not because of her. Her food was just too damn good. He couldn’t get enough of her… He meant her food. Admittedly, her company wasn't bad either, she was undoubtedly one of the funniest people he’d met, and she was so clever, it was really sexy to him. Her smile was like the sun parting clouds…

“Ahhhh!” Steve let out a frustrated groan and got up to get his day started. He always liked to work out before eating at her place, and he told himself it was because he was trying to offset the major caloric intake, but, if she just so happened to like she saw, it was an unintended side effect he guessed.

Stepping out of the shower and getting dressed he went up to his art studio that was the sole occupant of the highest level of their house. It was split on the roof with one half roof deck and the other half studio, separated an entire glass wall. Opening up the curtains, the studio was washed in natural light, the best for painting. He looked over his new work that he had started 3 weeks ago. It was her. He told himself he was just intrigued by her features. He had never seen eyes so deep. Honestly! It had started with her eye sketches. He found himself in meetings drawing on various briefings, a set of dark hickory eyes more and more. Once Nat looked over his shoulder and let out an exaggerated exasperated sigh, “Again, Steve?” With that, he decided to keep the eye sketches to his sketch book. He told himself he always wanted to perfect eyes in the first place so why not start with some that found artistically inspiring. He didn’t even really realize what he was doing until he started getting into her laugh that sounded like fairies. So then he started drawing her lips, always laughing or smiling and he found himself just adding in the button nose…for accuracy! He realized he had been practicing just bits and pieces of her. Why not go all in? He really wanted to hone his gift. He decided to go all out and just do a portrait of her laughing. Looking at the canvas in front of him, he looked at her in the light of day. She was coming along quite beautifully, well, as beautifully as an artist can objectively call his subject. Smiling to himself he closed his studio door and walked down to the kitchen to look for Sam.

“Hey buddy, morning. What are you up to today?”

“Hey Cap! Well I got a date later tonight and I’m rounding up with Y/N today.”

“Y/N?”

“Oh that got your attention did it?” Sam laughed “Yeah man, I’m just about finished with the house. So…Are you going to make a move?”

“This again? I don’t know what you’re talking about Sam” He began

“I’ve seen all your obsessive drawings of her eyes all over shit at work. I see the way you look at her Steve! I’m not a blind man. Matter of fact I seem to be the only person who can see what’s going on when we all get together.”

“Sam, I really hate to burst your bubble but you’re seeing things. Plus I’m really busy all the time, you know, working through my list.”

“Alright man, whatever you say. I don't want to hear SHIT though when we get invited to her and Dr. Boner’s wedding and we have to sit through hearing ‘It was always right there in front of me and you were there all along bullshit. You’re gonna be upset.”

At the mention of Boner he got up “Anyway I gotta go Sam, I have a busy day of running errands” Hearing Sam laugh behind him and choosing to ignore it he was out the door.

Was he concussed? Did he have some neurological disorder that he didn't know about? Was it Alzheimer’s? Dementia? He was absolutely confused how he ended up at the door of your house and ringing your bell. It was as if he was sitting in the back seat of his body and mind and someone else was at the wheel; driving recklessly. Before he knew it the door was being swung open and she started talking immediately.

“Hey Steve! Sam isn’t here yet I’m just waiting on him” There was that smile again. That fucking smile. “You know, I could give you my cell phone number so maybe you could call to find out if he was here to save you a trip.” Damn it. He was bothering her. Sam was the one fixing the house but he always showed up unannounced. Yeah he helped out once in a while but he was wearing out his welcome. She didn’t want him to keep coming over like this. Damn it. She was raised in the south! Of course she’s courteous to everyone she meets plus she’s an angel. She wouldn't tell him to stop coming over. He had to back off.

“Uhh….” He began, looking for what to say. He decided less was more here. “Sure here you go” handing you his flip phone. She laughed again. That laugh.

“Seriously? Don't you, like, know Tony Stark? What does he have to say about this?”

“I never hear the end of it actually” He let out a nervous laugh. The gang would have a field day when they found out about this. But at least she was making jokes. Maybe she didn't hate him 100%. She handed the phone back to him and Sam came up behind him.

“Morning Doc, oh hey Cap. I thought you said you had errands to-”

“ Oh!” Steve started laughing loudly slapping Sam’s shoulder “Think you’re confused buddy I was looking for you.” Samuel Wilson we have saved the world 100 times over, I’ve put my life on the line for you, and you’ve put your life on the line for me, please, do not let me down now. He hoped his crazy eyes and erratic smile portrayed all this information. Before anymore could be said she was inviting them in for breakfast.

“So gentlemen, what’s the plan for today? What are we doing?” She looked at him and Sam.

“Doc I came to tell you today’s the last day of my fixing upping and just in time too because I have a date with a beautiful woman.” No wonder he was in such a good mood.

“Hold on Samuel, I have a couple of questions!”

He let out a laugh. He loved it when she got faux serious like this. It just made her all the more attractive. She looked at him and he had to tighten up immediately covering his mouth unable to stop the grin.

“Firstly, congrats on your date, but also who is she and what do you mean today is your last day?”

“Well she’s this beautiful Englishwoman, tall, funny, intelligent, honestly I could go on for hours. And as for my quitting notice, I’m all done Doc.”

“When did you even talk to Sonia?”

“Aht-aht! What happens outside the walls of the hospital and this house is none of your concern Dr. Y/L/N !” She laughed and he was taken by her beauty as always.

“Yeah I don’t know what to tell ya. I do fixing. Need a pipe to go up? That's all me. Building a shelf into a wall? I’m your guy. Knocking down a wall and remodeling your bathroom in the space of 3 days? Obviously I’m the only one that can do that. However, all this replacing fixing, painting, choosing crown moldings, deciding the ‘aesthetic’ for the house? I cannot help you, my work is done. But trust your good friend Sam, he’d never leave you high and dry, I have a contact who’s eye is impeccable. Hell, he’s an artist, lives nearby and even furnished and decorated our place.” As he ended that sentence he pat him on the back.

He whipped his head at Sam and began to choke. “Wh-What? Sorry what?”

“Doc, you've been to our place right? Ah! We’ve got to have you over one of these days. Matter of fact I just have something I need to finish on one of the upper levels of your house, Steve why don’t you take her by our house, show her around and get some ideas. You guys can get a feel of what the other wants and what you both have to offer and see if you can come up with anything.” He shot Sam a death glare. He was certain she wasn't interested in him. He was sure she had suitors left and right and didn't need to feel uncomfortable with her overzealous neighbors.

“Oh Sam, “I’m sure Steve is busy and I don't want to take up any of his-” Of course she would try to let him down easy. She didn't want to spend any more time with him than needed.

“Nah don’t even worry about that. Remember Steve said he was free all day? Isn’t that right Steve?” Oh Shit! She was staring at him with those doe eyes.

“Yeah I did say that. But you know-”

“You know I’m sure you have other things to do. Don't worry about it, honestly, you’ve already been such a help and I really appreciate it a lot. You know what? Dr. Bonner has joked about wanting to quit medicine to become an interior designer, I’m sure he would be up for it.” That damn Boner guy again. Not on his watch! He jumped up.

“I can do it! I mean It wouldn’t be any issue at all, the reason I hesitated before is because I’m not sure how our styles complement each other, I haven’t really seen you outside the house before so that’s all that was.” He was really just talking out of his ass now. He hoped she didn't call him on it.

“Well then, its settled You two go and check out the house while I finish up here.” Sam Said. She let out a sigh like she was aggravated. Ugh he’s always making her upset. He needed to know what her ticks were so he could walk around them, his train of thought was interrupted by her voice.

“Steve, listen I really don’t want to impose-” His hand shot up immediately

“Y/N please, it’s not an imposition. I want to do it, it's a nice break from what we do daily. Sam’s got to get to know you a bit better though your house and now it’s my turn.”

Huh, he thought. That was a genuine smile. Okay. Maybe not all hope is lost.

“So, shall we?” She said

“Yes of course. We’re going to the house buddy, see you later!” He followed her down the steps of her home and caught himself admiring her backside. At that moment a gust of wind blew and lifted her dress to her thighs and he was able to make out the base of a tattoo. He imagined what it would be like to lift that dress slowly and snake his hands up her thighs. She spun around as if she could hear his thoughts and he looked straight ahead hoping he didn't get caught. She rolled her eyes and gave a slight shake of the head. So much for being discrete. She smiled like her landlord was making a joke and she had to laugh and said. “After you.” His face went as red as the tomatoes Sam was growing on the roof while he walked a head of her to get to their home. After walking up the steps and unlocking the door he turned to her putting on his very best Captain America smile and said “Ready?”

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chromium7sky · 5 years

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Damirae week Day 4: college au| i only focus (on you)

A/n: i’m a sucker series part 3 enjoy.

That damn headache made her lay on the bed again as soon as she wake up from her slumber. She felt aching sore of her body as she tried to move any of her limbs. As she about to doze off suddenly she remember she had an appointment on 11 am.

Quickly she jolted out from the bed and later she regret doing it as her head felt as if been hit by a train. "What happen last night oww... "

"Aren't you suppose to have class? "

Oh, shit. That voice. As she turn around, she saw Damian in his last night clothes holding two cups of coffee. Then she look around the room. "This is not my apartment!! " she goes frantic.

"Well obviously. " Damian sip his coffee casually then gives the other cup to her. "It's for the hangover. It'll helps."

Raven hesitately to accept but due to the trobbing headache she felt, she accept and took some sip, hopefully it will ease it.

"I think I messed up last night. "

"You really messed up."

Raven looked at him.

"BIG TIME. "

“Oh no. Oh god.” Her face grew paler then shake her head. Suddenly, she realise something. As soon as she settle her coffee at the nightstand, she look at herself, wearing a shirt , men’s to be presumed, then she took a peek under her comforter. No pants.

Damian observed her as she gasped realise the situation she's in. "Oh MY GOD! " She look at herself then Damian. He hide his smirk as he sip his coffee.

"What happen last night?! Did we do it?!!! " her eyes went wide. Guess her shock really has take over her killing headache.

"....We were have some fun. "

"F-Fun?" she's having her cold feet.

"FUN." Damian said it with his death-pan face. "And you almost break my bed. "

Raven felt her face burn up. "B-b-break? Oh God! " she buried her face with her palm. The embarassing is unbearable. "W-what do you mean fun? " as her voice muffled against her hands.

"Flirting, Undressing and... "

"Aaaa...I don't wanna hear it!" she pulled the pillow and cover her head.

Damian smirked as he sees her reaction after drunk night. 'Oh, this is FUN.'

"I'm an idiot!" Raven muffled squeal into the pillow.

"You ARE an idiot. I told you to blend in last night, did I? " Damian sighed, as he lean on the wall near his bed.

"As far as i know from urban dictionary, in a bar, blend in means drinking! " Raven defend her.

"Well, you could at LEAST pretend to drink but still, not bad for first timer. " Damian chuckled as he look at her.

Raven whimpered as she tried to process the information she get from the her 'fake' boyfriend.

"By the way, you are a childish when you’re drunk. Quite funny though when you talk like a ten year old." Damian starts to laugh as he remember the night before.

“But... But.. If its childish that means we didn't do anything...pervert, right?? " she tried to convince herself.

"I DIDN'T do anything pervert." Damian cross his arm and stare at her. "You DID."

Raven upon hearing it, she flop to the bed and scream into the pillow. How could she'd be out of control?! Especially with him!

"Come on, I made you some breakfast. Better eat it before it gets cold. " Damian walked out from the bedroom.

It took a while for her to come out and join him at the table, perhaps, she still shocked with what happen last night. Damian smiled then give a pat on a chair next to him,as a signal for her to sit NEAR to him.

Raven gulped then slowly she drag her feet towards the dining table. Slowly, she pull the chair and sit. Damian observed her as he rest his chin on his palm propping on the table.

"Uh... " Raven try to break the silence but she's kind of lost her words as soon as she look at him. Her imagination start playing on her mind about what happen last night made her fidget and embarassed.

"Don't tell me you're still shy sitting next me?"

"Wha... "

"After what happen last night, You sleep in my bed and on TOP of me. It should be NO problem when seating next to me." He smirked.

"Mmmm... " Raven pressed both of her lips into a thin line.

"Let's eat first then I'll send you to the college." The young detective poured orange juice into two glasses and he served one of them to her.

Raven looked her plate, there's a stack of mini pancake soaked with maple sauce, two sunny eggs and a muffin (where did he get the muffin?).

"Here's the butter. " Damian passed the butter.

"Gee, thanks."

"Aren't you going to call me daddy?"

Raven choked up on her orange juice. She glared at him as she coughed, adjusting her airways. "Must you tease me?" her pitch voice goes higher in annoyance.

"Oh, yes, Babe."

It gives her the cringe as well as she heard his laugh, kinda rare to see him so casual. The usual Damian she met are always serious, monotone and well, has that stubborn old man attitude.

She focus on her eating, couldn't afford to be late for this appointment. Before the drunk night , she happens to received a letter says there's an art association wanted to offer her sponsorship to Japan for study in art interactive and pop culture.

"So, you're gonna wear yesterday clothes for the class? " Damian asked as he ate his mini pancakes.

"Actually it's for meeting with an Art Association about scholarship. " she nimbled on eggs then sip on her drink.

"Oh? "

"Can we stop by at my apartment first then go to my college? " she looked at him. She need a new clothes. Appropriate one.

"Your apartment are much further besides, mine is nearer." as Damian finished his plate. "We'll buy new clothes. " Damian cleaning his dishes. "That's what boyfriends do, right? " he smirked as he sidelong stare at her.

Again she felt heat rushed to her cheeks. "Fine, I'm going for a quick shower." she sighed as she walked to sink to wash her dishes but instead he take her plate and her glasses.

"Take a shower at my room. The towel is on the rack besides the bathroom door. " as he washes her dishes.

Raven noded then went to the bathroom as she took the towel from the rack. The bathroom is so huge that she were agape with its spacious interior. She tried to find the shower heads. "Where is that goddamn shower? " as she try to find the switch hen she saw a knob with number 0-5.

"Is this for lighting? " She turn the knob and rain start to pour in the middle of the room.

"Oohhhhh!!!! " she exclaimed, like she just discover a new life hack.

"What?! What's wrong?!" Damian yelled outside the bathroom.

"Nope. Nothing. Just found the shower and don't come in!!" she warned him.

"It's almost 9.30! Hurry up, Mermaid!"

"I know!"

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"So, where are we going to buy my clothes?" Raven ask as she sunk in her seat while Damian drive his car.

His black mazda entering the parking site of a shopping mall near by her campus site.

"Lady's store of course, where else? " as he pull her hands to several exclusive store. "Wh... " before she could reply several shopping assistant has pulled her to the fitting room as Damian ordered them. "Find something professional for her first interview. "

As she come out from the fitting room with soft cotton blouse, navy blue jacket and black palazzo, he noded and shows his ok sign.

"Damian, you don't have to do this." Raven stand beside him at the counter as cashier present the receipt.

Damian pull out his golden card to the cashier. "It's for your future, Raven. First impression is important. "

Raven sighed. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, Damian."

"It's not about cover, Raven. It's about..." he paused as he stunned looked at Raven's new appeal. " Its about discover a real diamond among the rubble."

"You and your talk. " Raven chuckled as she closed her mouth. As soon as they left the mall, Damian reached her campus at 10.50 am.

"There, you're 10 minutes early. I hope you could practice your speech before the 'interrogation' begin. " he smirked. Raven sneered at him and about to get out from his car.

Damian quickly caught her wrist.

"What?" Raven look at him as she saw he put on crystal bracelet on her wrist. "What is this?"

"Incase something bad happen, Pull the charm."

"But I have cellphone. I can... "

"What if that perp took your handphone? what if there's no line? what if your phone has no battery? what if... "

"Alright, alright, I'll wear it! " she sighed annoyingly. "You're sound like my mother." she pout.

"Of course I am because I... " he stop abruptly. "Because I am your fake boyfriend." he continued. " and I don't want you end up becoming my case investigation. " his stare getting darker.

Raven swallowed as she saw his smoldering look. "I'll becareful." Raven noded.

"Good luck." Damian pull her wrist that has bracelet and kiss her cheek. Raven gasped as she accidentally open the door. She almost fell out of the car backward but saved by Damian as he pulled her arm. "You are unbelievable." he muttered then sighed.

"I Gotta go. " she quickly gone out from his car. Damian wave at her then drove away. As she watch the car move towards the gate, she just sighed and cursed at herself for being clumsy.

She never been this clumsy ever since after the drunk night, maybe it was because of her mind wondering what happen yesterday? Perhaps so.

Quickly, she paced up to the a building that has several classroom that usually used for the interview but this letter said the venue is in the AV room.

As she reach to the room, she knock it first then come in. There is no one there. Strange...

"Hello? Is there anyone in here? " said Raven as she went in. As she wander around suddenly the light flickers. She look at the ceiling then she realise the monitor from the other room were open.

She felt goosebump starts to crawl at the back of her neck, she quickly dashed towards the door. As she about to hold the knob, she felt a surge of electric sting her that made jerk off from that door.

'Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.' Her heart become panicking. She looked around try to find a way to escape. As she consider the vent at the other of the room, a shadow start to merge behind her.

She felt heavy breathing behind, gather up her courage she tried to dash forward until she felt a hard knock on her head. Her vision become blurry and she fell on the floor. Black out.

#damirae #damian wayne #demonbirds #rachel roth #raven #dc #fanart #lol #damirae week #day 4 #college au #with a bit of college serting #hahah #wtf

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Okay so I wrote this last night and was encouraged by the lovely @roger-drummerboy-taylor to post it so here it is! My first proper piece of writing in three years. A Meet the Robinsons ficlet with my OC Bella Framagucci. Enjoy! Xx

Bella sighed as she slammed the door to her bedroom closed, leaning against it as she closed her eyes. All she wanted to do was to spend some time with her family and her dad but she couldn't beceue she was scared of leaving her room and it was all because of her fear of contamination OCD. It hadn't been that bad up until now but now it made her scared to go outside and it made her scared to spend time with her family just incase she ran into her Uncle Cornelius. She loved Uncle Cornelius with all her heart but her OCD made it hard. She was terrified if anything that could harm her such ad chemicals and well with Uncle Cornelius being a scientist and spending a lot of time in his lab, well it sent her fear into overdrive. She would only leave her room and socialise when her uncle was on business trips but now with him being back for a while, she knew she wouldnt be leaving her room for a while and while it wasn't ideal, she could live with it. She had an en suite bathroom (like most of the bedrooms in the house) and she had plenty of things to keep her occupied and she was sure she would be able to get Carl to being her meals up for her.

Bella flicked the lock on her door before she made her way to her bed, grabbing her phone off the bedside table before she flipped down on her bed, unlocking it and immediatley a message popped up from her cousin..well one of her many. The Robinsons were a large family.

[From: Laszlo. {Hey, what's up? Uncle C gets back and you immediately lock yourself in your room until he leaves}]

Bella sighed as she tried to think of a response. She couldn't leave him on read or she would have him at her door before she could even blink.

[From: Bella. {I'm fine, Laz. It's just a bit hard to explain it when I'm trying to find a way to explain it to my dad before I tell anyone else in the family. Once I've told dad then I'll tell everyone else. I promise. I'm fine though x Just let uncle Cornelius know that I love him and it's nothing person x }]

Bella sighed as she put her phone down beside her. She thought it was stupid that Bella Framagucci was scared of chemicals when her Uncle was a well known scientist. It never bothered her when she was little but it had started whe she got into secondary school and gradually got worse from there. Whenever she had science class as soon as she got home she threw her clothes in the trash and had showers that could take up to an hour. It was the only way her mind could calm down but at least she didnt have to worry about science class for 3 months since she was summer break and then she only had two years left when she could finish high school at 18. She just had to survive 2 more years and she was hoping she would be able to drop science when she went back.

"You know you cant hide this forever right?" Carl spoke as he walked into Bella's room with her evening meal.

"Yes. Thank you Carl. I know that. Everyone keeps reminding me about that" Kim groaned as Carl put her meal and her dessert down on her table before he walked over and placed a cold metallic hand on her shoulder which caused the 16 year old girl to look up.

"Everyone is just worried. You lock yourself up for days and then act like nothing is wrong and you wont tell your dad what's wrong and he's extremely worried.." Carl trailed off and Bella nodded. Gaston Framagucci, Bella's dad, was one of the nicest people alive (he entire family were nice), he never lost his temper, was eccentric just like everyone in their family was, competitive bit extremely loving and caring and would do anything to protect those he loved a d he was slightly protective of Bella ever since her mum died when Bella was only 4 years old and as she grew she resembled her dad is some many ways with the same black hair with the family cow lick, brown eyes and slightly pointed nose with her mom's dimples.

"I know Carl..I'm just trying to figure out a way to tell everyone" That was true but she was also putting it off. She knew her family would be understanding, except maybe Aunt Petunia but she was always cranky and temperamental and Bella had grown used to it. She knew her family would make changes to make sure she wasnt triggered but she didn't want to bother them with that.

"Whatever you say, whatever it is, you know they are going to support you"

"I know Carl and thanks for that little talk and for bringing my food up"

"Well I couldn't have you starving now could I?" Carl laughed as he made his way to the door while Bella laughed.

"Wow Carl, you're so kind" Bella chuckled as she waved goodbye to Carl, then she was once again alone in her room. As Bella walked over to her desk , it hit her how badly she missed sitting at the large table, large enough to sit 13, with her family members while hearing Frankie the frog singing and even form her room, she could hear the mumbled conversation from the dining room.

She missed it so much but she just couldn't risk it. She wouldnt even be able to leave the room if she wanted her, her fear just didnt make it possible. She sat down as her desk, eating her dinner alone as she played music to drown out the conversation from downstairs.

"Any word from her?" Franny asked as Carl walked back into the dining room and all eyes turned to look at the robot who just shook his head in response. Gaston's usual goofy smile instantly fell and Franny noticed her brothers expression and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"She'll tell us when she's ready Gaston..its just important that we don't push her" Franny spoke softly in attempts to calm her brother. She hated seeing him in distress. She had only seen him like this once before and that was after his wife died and it crushed her back then.

"Maybe you should go to her and talk to her after dinner?" Billie suggested and Gaston looked up to look at Billie.

"I know Franny said wait but darling, it tears us apart to see you this worried and upset." Lucille spoke up with the motherly smile on her face and Gaston was so thankful for his mother in law at that moment.

"You really think I should?" Gaston asked and a chorus of agreements welcomed him.

"If we wait for her to tell us then she might never tell us" Corenlius sent a quick smile to his brother in law and he was more than happy to see Gastin return the smile. It was strange to see Gaston without a smile, even when he was injured from his stunts, he was always smiling.

Gasto jogged up the stairs to his daughters room, taking them two at a time. He wouldn't force her to tell him anything but he just wanted to let her know that she could tell him anything and he wouldn't be mad but as a Dad he just hoped that it wasn't anything to serious. As a parent, you just wanted to keep children safe and he couldn't keep his wife safe..he had to protect Bella.

Gaston walked up to his daughters door and knocked on the door, hearing the music playing in her room. He heard movement from behind the door, footsteps getting closer to the door. Relief flowing through him when Bella opened the doors even though it was just a crack.

"Dad?" Bella asked softly as she opened the door all the way.

"Hey sweetie, can we talk?" Gaston asked and he didn't miss the way Bella seemed to tense up but she nodded none the less, moving aside so Gaston could walk in. Gaston walked into his daughters room, looking around at how she redecorated it. Light red walls, her double bed pushed up against the wall with black bedding and black pillows, just like her dads outfit, her bookcase overflowing with books, notebooks stacked up on her writing desk, her clothes hung neatly on the clothes racks she had insisted on, pictures of her family in little and large frames all around her room. The photo of the family on Christmas morning from last year in the large frame on her writing desk, positioned so she would be looking at it when she woke up and he smiled as his eyes focused on it. Bella laughing as she was pulled into a hug by Laszlo and Tallulah, Wilbur sat in front of her as Bella pulled him into a hug with the family laughing and smiling but Gaston couldn't miss the two small photo frames on her bedside table. One of them held the picture from the day she wa born, Gaston and his wife, looking st a sleeping Bella who lay in her mom's arms and the other one was from Bella's third birthday with her mom kissing her right cheek while Gaston kissed her left cheek as Bella was clapping over the cake in front of her. Gaston smiled softly at that picture, feeling tears build up in his eyes.

"Dad..you okay?" Bella asked softly, bringing her dad out of his thoughts as he nodded.

"I'm fine, my little cannonball" Gaston smiled as he sat down on her bed and Bella grinned as she sat down next to him, loving his nickname for her. Dad always did love canonballs.

"So what's up?" Bella asked softly.

"Sweetie, I'm not going to push you to say anything and I am going to support you no matter what..I just want to know what's going on in that little head of yours that makes you hide from us"

Bella tried to keep it in but she couldn't as she burst into tears, the stress, the fear and the isolation finally getting to her. She explained it all to her dad as he held her close, wrapped tightly in his arms as she poured her heart out to him. Gaston knew the family were down the hall, listening to every word but he could only focus on his daughter.

"Bella, why didnt you say anything? You know we would of done anything to help you.." Gaston whispered to his daughter as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "We love you.."

"I didn't want to bother anyone.." Bella spoke, tears still rolling down her face.

"You could never bother us" Came a voice from the doorway and Bella and Gaston looked over to see Uncle Art (Gaston and Franny's brother) stood in the doorway with the rest of the family, including Cornelius who looked freshly showered and dressed in something that wasnt his work clothes (so Bella would feel comfortable around him).

"We love you" Uncle Fritz spoke up with a smile, Petunia on his hand as always.

"And we would do anything to make you feel comfortable" Grandpa Bud joined in as Grandma Lucille nodded.

"And we'll get through this together" Laszlo smiled at his cousin, an arm slightly around his sister's shoulders as he wasnt hovering for once. Tallulah nodded at what her brother said.

"You aren't alone" She added.

"You got us" Wilbur grinned at his cousin.

Bella got up and walked over to her family who had now migrated into her room. She stood in front of Cornelius and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you.." She spoke, her voice muffled by his sweater, her shoulders shaking as she cried happy tears. Cornelius hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead.

"Anything for you Bella" He whispered into her as he pair fell to their knees, hugging and within a minute, the hug turned into the Robinson family hug.

With this family, Bella knew she would be alright. She was a Robinson and a Robinson just kept moving forward. As she looked at her family, she let herself smile as she closed her eyes, relaxing into the hug. She would be okay.

#meet the robinsons #wilbur robinson #franny robinson #Corenlius Robinson #Laszlo Robinson #Tallulah Robinson #Uncle Fritz #Grandpa Bud #Grandma Lucille #gaston framagucci #art framagucci #Meet the Robinsons (2007)#mun

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