#man whos never been told hes wrong in his life voice: ohh okay i see now im like god basically
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oohhhh so thats why he's like that
#resident evil#resident evil 1#re1#albert wesker#jill valentine#chris redfield#william birkin#oswell e spencer#s.t.a.r.s.#my art#man whos never been told hes wrong in his life voice: ohh okay i see now im like god basically
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one way or another (i’m gonna get you)
Dorian has a problem.
That problem is currently drunk off his ass and trying to balance one of Opal’s daggers on the tip of his nose. Of course he’s failing miserably, hitting himself in the eye with the blunt end twice thus far and maybe Dorian shouldn’t chuckle about it, but Dariax just keeps trying as Opal and Fearne edge him on.
“If you’re not careful you’ll stab your own eye out”, Orym says. He’s still nursing the same beer he started drinking an hour ago, probably to stay sober enough to stop any shenanigans that go too far.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, buddy. That already happened to me, like, three times, and I just healed it back together. No big deal.”
Dorian can see that Orym is at a loss for words.
“Dorian, do you think I can do it?”, Dariax calls over to him where he’s sitting, holding his lute and enjoying the warm evening breeze.
“Sure, Dariax. I’ll write a song about you if you do”, he says with an amused smile. Dorian tries to keep his smile from widening as Dariax beams at him and tries even harder.
All his life Dorian has been taught to be proper and well behaved—maybe that is why he feels drawn towards—well. Towards the group. The group that Dariax is also a part of and that Dorian definitely doesn’t feel drawn towards more than any of the others.
He starts moving his fingers mindlessly over the strings of his lute as Dariax stumbles backwards, falls over Opal’s outstretched legs and lands in her lap with the dagger clattering to the ground in front of them.
Dorian thinks about Dariax sitting on his lap, then he almost chokes on his own spit because so far Dariax hasn’t done anything even remotely appealing or attractive. He’s had shit on his beard, piss on his hands, he’s dirty and loud and so obnoxious.
But when he told Dorian that he’s the handsome one and that he’s just good at talking to people and whether Dorian wants some tips from him—Dorian was tempted. For a split second, he was thinking about Dariax offering to teach him how to flirt.
Because Dorian might be aware that he’s handsome, but he has exactly zero idea about how to flirt with people.
“Hey, Dorian! Do I still get a song?”, Dariax shouts, still half sitting in Opal’s lap.
“Sure, buddy. I’ll write you a song.”
“Cool! It’s a promise!”, Dariax says, thumbs up, a big grin on his handsome face.
There, Dorian can admit it.
Dariax is handsome. They’re all handsome. It’s really no big deal. Not at all.
Dorian tries not to think about what his parents would say about Dariax, because it’s completely irrelevant. It’s not like his parents will meet his friends, and especially not Dariax. Maybe he should go to bed and hope that come the next morning his circling thoughts will have stopped.
“Are you working on the song?”
Dorian blinks and turns his head, only to come face to face with Dariax who managed to get up from Opal’s lap and is now sitting right next to him, leaning way into Dorian’s personal space.
Dariax smells like ten different kinds of alcohol, leather and thankfully no bodily fluids, which is definitely an improvement. Dorian wishes that the fact that he’s seen this man with shit on his beard would dissuade his heart from beating a little faster every time Dariax grins at him.
Sadly his heart doesn’t care.
Neither does his stomach, which is currently doing all kinds of complicated gymnastics since Dariax invaded Dorian’s personal space.
“No. I don’t think I can concentrate in here while all that is going on”, Dorian says and gestures towards Opal who is now teaching Fearne how to do body shots.
“Aw, man. Can you play something? Something...hm. Something cool.”
“All my songs are cool, thank you very much!”
Dariax laughs.
“Yeah, okay, you’re not wrong there. You have a really beautiful voice, buddy. No wonder that goliath lady fell in love with you after like, three minutes!”
Dorian feels something that reminds him a lot of the feeling he gets when he’s falling or misses a step on some stairs. His heart starts doing an offensive little tumble and he clears his throat a little too loud as he leans out of Dariax’ space and clutches his lute as if his life depends on it.
“I don’t think I would know what to do if someone actually fell in love with me”, Dorian says with an embarrassingly shrill laugh and a second after the words have left his mouth he regrets them already.
“Aw, buddy, I told you—I can totally teach you a few tricks, you know? Just show you how to get real popular with the ladies. Or gents. Or people in general”, Dariax says and winks at him.
Dorian wishes he could turn into thin air. His cheeks feel very hot.
“I—uh. I don’t think that’s necessary. It’s not like I really have the time—“
Dariax snorts and raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, come on, Dorian. We’re just hanging out, right? If you wanna get laid, we have plenty of time for that. You should just relax a little more. Okay, so. What’s your type?”
Dorian stares at Dariax for almost thirty seconds before he clears his throat again.
“Uh. I—don’t. Well. Adventurous. Maybe—uh. Maybe brunettes?”
“Adventurous brunettes? That’s pretty vague, buddy. Just saying. Wait a second!”
Dariax leans closer again and puts his hand on Dorian’s shoulder. Then he does a terrible shout-whisper into Dorian’s ear that shouldn’t give him goosebumps but, fuck, it definitely does.
“Are you into Orym?”
Dorian blinks and turns his head to stare at Dariax who looks as if he just found out an earth-shattering secret through some careful investigation.
“N—no! No, he’s not. I mean, Orym is—fine? I don’t, uh—what I meant to say is... I don’t really know what my type is”, he ends lamely.
Of course Dariax feels the need to put an arm around Dorian now.
“Don’t worry, buddy. We’ll get you laid in no time. You have a pretty face and voice and all that, pretty sure that’ll go easy peasy.”
“That’s really not—“
“Hey guys, what are you whispering about?”, Opal shouts.
“We’re trying to figure out what Dorian’s type is to get him laid!”, Dariax shouts back.
“No, that’s not—“
“Ohh! Interesting! You don’t have a type? Did you never have a relationship before? Wait—are you like, a virgin?”
Dorian abruptly gets up from his chair. He’s definitely not drunk enough for this.
“I’m going to bed”, he says and leaves the room in a hurry, ignoring the disappointed shouts of his new friends following him outside.
*
Dorian hopes that his friends have forgotten the whole thing about supposedly getting him laid and about how Dariax intends to teach him flirting. But unfortunately the universe decides to not do him this favor.
Suddenly, every remotely attractive person they pass invokes a whole litany of questions.
Opal, Fearne and Dariax want to know everything. Which height, body-type, eye color, temperament, and style of clothing does he like? Does he prefer any genders to others? On six different occasions, Dariax tries to wingman Dorian into asking random strangers on dates.
Dorian is so desperate that he considers just telling them that he actually has someone back home, just so they will leave him alone.
It wouldn’t be the first lie he told.
Dorian feels a pang of guilt for lying about his name to these people who keep fighting alongside him.
Orym, bless his soul, is the only person who doesn’t partake in these interrogations and at some point, after Opal had asked Dorian if he was more into “tits or asses” Orym had quietly stated that “he deserves his privacy, you guys”.
Dorian has no idea if he’s a “tits or asses” kinda guy.
But Dorian just can’t stop thinking about the way Dariax’ voice sounded when it lilted “Man, you have the prettiest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen” the last time they were drunk.
It seems weirdly typical and ridiculous that Dorian has to have his first crush on the most chaotic man he ever met.
Dorian wishes he could forget about those damn words, just like everything that happened in their first week.
“You know”, Orym says to him two nights after that cursed conversation as they’re making their way further south towards Byroden, “if you told them to stop in earnest, I think they would respect that.”
The landscape is a carpet of green, sloping hills, rolling fields that lie bare now that winter is closing in around them. The sky is blue and cloudless and as they talk their breath puffs up in front of their faces and vanishes shortly after.
Dorian looks at Orym and then pointedly turns his gaze at Opal and Dariax, who started making a list of their findings regarding Dorian’s type.
“You sure?”, he says with one eyebrow raised.
Orym looks at least as pained as Dorian feels right now.
“I see your point. But they’re not—you know. Not bad people, I guess. I don’t think they want to hurt you.”
“Well, they’re not hurting me, they’re annoying me to death!”
Orym pats him on the back in a way that is so pitiful, Dorian can hardly take it.
“I wouldn’t usually encourage lying, but maybe you could just make up a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or—“
“What if I just tell them that you’re my type”, Dorian interrupts and Orym blinks at him.
“Uh—“
“No offense, you’re not. Not that you’re not handsome or anything, I just. Well—“
“It’s fine”, Orym says with a snort and shakes his head with a disbelieving smile. “You don’t have to fuss about it. You’re also very handsome but not my type.”
Dorian tries not to be offended after the last kick to his ego in Gilmore’s shop and clears his throat.
“Okay, so. What about it? Will you be my—I don’t know. My fake boyfriend?”
“No.”
“Oh, come on, Orym, I’m desperate here!”
“I will not be swept up in all of that. I still think you should just try to talk to them.”
Dorian feels betrayed and huffs, but he doesn’t press the issue any further. It’s probably going to be fine, he thinks. That is, until Dariax walks up to him, grins up at him cheekily and bumps his elbow into Dorian’s side.
“So. Are you finally ready to admit it?”, Dariax asks.
There is a glint in his eyes that Dorian can’t quite read.
“Admit what?”, he asks, already dreading the answer.
“That you have the hots for Orym!”
Dorian stares down at Dariax, the man he, so, so very unfortunately has “the hots for” and sighs deeply.
“You caught me”, he says with a gravelly voice. “I have the hots for Orym.”
“I knew it!”, Dariax shouts, then catches himself and turns his voice into a whisper instead. “I fucking knew it!”
Dorian massages his temple.
Maybe becoming an adventurer was a terrible idea. Maybe he shouldn’t have come here. He could make a name for himself somewhere else. The Menagerie coast is supposed to be lovely all year around.
“Okay, don’t worry, buddy. I gotcha. I’ll keep your secret, won’t even tell the girls at all. And you know what, because we’re such great friends I have a special offer just for you”, Dariax says and leans in even closer to Dorian, who has to lean down significantly.
“And what offer is that?”, Dorian asks with a sigh, resigning himself to his fate. At least Orym knows that Dorian isn’t actually attracted to him, so, he thinks, this can’t possibly get any worse.
“I should totally be your fake boyfriend so you can make him jealous.”
Dorian stares at Dariax.
Dariax stares back with the proudest grin on his handsome face.
The universe is trying to punish him. For whatever reason, it must have decided to make Dorian the butt of a cosmic joke. That’s the only explanation for all of this.
“I don’t think that’s—“
“It’s perfect! Don’t worry, I have experience with this sort of stuff, just lemme handle this.”
Dariax winks at Dorian and then grabs his hand to intertwine their fingers.
“Hey guys”, he calls as he pulls Dorian along who follows helplessly, his heart stumbling in his chest as his consciousness zooms in on the feeling of Dariax’ hand in his, “guess what. I should’ve clocked it all along, but of course it makes perfect sense! Check it out!”
And as Orym, Opal and Fearne turn their heads, Dariax raises their intertwined fingers and beams at the others.
“Wait…”, Orym starts slowly, his brow furrowed in confusion, “what…?”
“Too late, Orym. He’s my boyfriend now”, Dariax says and Dorian wishes that the wind would just pick him up and carry him away.
*
Dorian has to say something.
He can’t, under any circumstances, keep this up.
He is sitting—and gods, his heart is beating so terribly fast—on Dariax’ lap.
Dariax had insisted on it and now his muscular arms are wound around Dorian’s waist as if this is the most normal thing in the world. For someone who doesn’t actually have to breathe to survive, Dorian feels a little bit like he’s suffocating from the staccato inside his rib cage.
They made camp close to a rock formation that, according to Fearne, looks like a pig with wings. The night smells of snow, but Dorian feels hot despite the cold.
He doesn’t know what to do.
He knows it even less when Dariax’ hand finds one of his and just casually starts rubbing circles into the back of his hand with a thumb. Dorian can feel Orym’s eyes on them and sadly that edges Dariax on even more because he thinks his plan is working.
“You know”, Dariax says and sounds way too casual about it, “I can’t believe how lucky I got. Pretty sure you’re the most beautiful person I’ve been with so far, Dorian.”
“I—uh”, Dorian says, then somehow forgets how to speak. His cheeks feel incredibly hot even though he doesn’t sit remotely close to the fire.
Orym cocks his head and suddenly his eyes turn a little too wide for Dorian’s tastes.
Dorian doesn’t want anyone to understand anything about this disaster.
“Well, I would certainly love a boyfriend who tells me nice things like that”, Opal sighs dreamily. “Or—you know. Maybe a girlfriend. Who knows. I certainly don’t.”
She laughs a little too shrilly but Dorian doesn’t have the mental capacity to think about it anymore because a tingling sensation is running through his body and crawling along the underside of his skin as Dariax’ fingers just keep on gently, way too gently, drawing nonsensical symbols and circles on Dorian’s hand.
“Well, I just know what’s good. I make a great boyfriend”, Dariax announces with a smug undertone to his voice. The sad thing is that Dorian can’t even disagree.
So far, Dariax has been nothing but—well. There is no other word for it. Gentle and accommodating. He also started flirting with Dorian and his flirting only ever got tasteless twice during the last twenty-four hours.
He has offered to carry stuff for Dorian, held his hand, given him way too many compliments for Dorian’s poor heart to handle, helped him climb over some rocks and purposefully took a hit for Dorian in combat earlier today while shouting “Not my boyfriend, you ash-hole!”.
If someone had told him that Dariax makes good boyfriend material, Dorian would have scoffed at them.
But now.
Well.
Now he’s in even deeper shit, because this doesn’t help his feelings at all. It does the exact opposite of helping.
Gods, Dorian wishes he could kiss him.
“Well, I am certainly—uh. Happy? For you two”, Orym says with a pointed look at Dorian. Dorian tries to tell Orym that this wasn’t his idea with his eyes alone, that this is the worst, that Dorian definitely needs saving, but he doesn’t think anything gets across because the moment that Orym says that and looks at Dorian, Dariax seems to decide that he can’t have Orym looking at Dorian like that.
Dorian makes an embarrassing screeching sound as he is dipped backwards on Dariax’ lap. There is a very handsome, dwarven face with glinting eyes right in front of his when he opens his eyes again.
“Just go along”, Dariax whispers and before Dorian can protest or even just try to catch up with what’s happening, there are dry, warm lips pressed against his mouth and Dariax is closing his eyes.
Dorian’s brain is blank for a few seconds, then it kicks into overdrive, much like his heart that seems eager to jump right out of his chest and into the campfire. Dorian can’t fault it, because he, too, would love to jump into the campfire, never to be seen again.
Dariax is holding him with one arm while his other hand is resting on Dorian’s cheeks where Dariax’ thumb starts rubbing circles again as he kisses Dorian.
Dorian wants to run away.
He wants to kiss back.
He wants this to be real.
Dariax doesn’t actually want to kiss him. He only does it because he’s pretending, there is nothing real about any of this, no matter how nice and exciting his warm lips feel against Dorian’s.
Dorian pushes him away, clambers up from his position, trying very hard not to fall as he stands up, and steps away from Dariax hastily.
“I—ah. I need to. Pee. Yes. Pee. I’ll be—uh. Later!”
And he walks as fast as he can without breaking into a run.
His lips are still burning after he stops walking without even seeing where he’s going. It’s dumb. All of this is so incredibly dumb.
Beautiful eyes, beautiful voice, beautiful person.
Dariax really has to stop saying these things.
It’s already enough that Dorian developed this stupid crush after such a short amount of time on the road. It’s stupid that it had to be Dariax of all people—couldn’t it have been someone reasonable? Like Orym?
Couldn’t it just have been no one? Or a nice, noble lady that he impressed with his songs and good looks?
No.
He’s standing in the middle of nowhere, his heart beating rapidly in his chest with no clue where he even is or what he’s doing. The trees around him are leafless and bare, stretching towards the dark sky like skeletal silhouettes. Dorian doesn't know what to do.
Dariax kissed him.
He had his first kiss with a complete and utter maniac of a person. His lips are still tingling and gods, he wants to kiss him again and again and again—
“Dorian! Doriaaan!”
Dorian turns around and wipes at his face that feels weirdly wet.
Gods, he hates everything and everyone right now.
Dariax comes to a halt in front of him, his breath coming quickly and holding his compass rose.
“Okay—wow. Your legs. Are so. Long. You’re so. Fucking fast”, Dariax huffs and puts his hands on his knees as he tries to catch his breath.
Dorian looks at him and can’t decide whether he wants to kick Dariax in the shin or just run away further.
“So, uh—sorry. I got a little carried away and I kinda—uh. It was brought to my attention that it wasn’t very cool of me to just kiss you without asking if that’s okay with you. So—uh. Really sorry about that, shoulda thought about that before I—uh. You know.”
Dariax scratches the back of his head as he looks down at Dorian’s left knee.
“It’s—well. Yeah, I suppose a little warning would have been nice. It’s—uh.”
Dorian stops and wipes at his face again and when he looks back up Dariax is studying him, his gaze intense and uncharacteristically serious.
“Wait—wait a second. Was that your first kiss?”
“No! I mean. Yes! Sort of! Maybe!”
Dariax gapes and Dorian wishes the earth could swallow him up whole.
“Oh fuck, buddy, man, that’s. I’m really sorry, I didn’t—damn. I really fucked that one up, huh?”
Dariax looks so earnestly mortified at what he’s done that Dorian can already feel how he’s forgiving him, how he finds it endearing, how his heart swells in his chest like the idiot that it is.
“It’s not such a big deal. Don’t worry about it. Just—uh. Maybe we should talk about all of this stuff before… you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, totally. I swear I’m usually not a creep or anything, it was just… you know. The heat of the moment, or something. So…”
Dariax is scratching the back of his head again and swallows before he shoots Dorian a lopsided grin.
“So. No kissing and stuff like that, huh? Just the hand-holding? Hey, maybe a hug or something?”
Dorian stares at him and he could swear that Dariax’ cheeks are a little redder than before, which, Dorian supposes, comes from his embarrassment about his earlier fuck-up.
As long as they’re doing this fake-boyfriend gig, Dorian could kiss Dariax whenever he wants. Because apparently Dariax doesn’t mind that one little bit. He might never get the chance again to kiss him if he says no now.
So Dorian does something incredibly stupid and impulsive and maybe it’s even a real ash-hole move. In this tiny moment in time he decides to be selfish.
“Kissing is fine. Uh—you know. You’re not that bad at it, I guess”, he says and laughs which sounds terribly false in his own ears but Dariax perks up and throws him a reckless grin that makes Dorian’s heart stumble in his chest.
“Ha! You just wait for it, I’ll kiss your brains out before you know it!”
*
Dorian might be addicted.
He knows that this is all a ruse based on a misunderstanding but gods, kissing Dariax is so good.
And Dariax somehow makes it seem as if he’s just as into it as Dorian is, because he keeps kissing him all the time. Of course, it never happens when they’re alone and only when Orym is in more or less close proximity but if Dorian isn’t careful he’ll start believing that they’re actually boyfriends sooner than later.
Dariax is so good at pretending.
He kisses Dorian as if he never wants to kiss anyone else. He holds Dorian’s face in his hands as if it’s something precious. He kisses Dorian breathless and at more than one point Dorian had to stop him because he was getting a little too into it and he’s afraid of overstepping any boundaries.
Dariax promised that he would kiss Dorian’s brains out and it’s absolutely working. On the seventh day on their journey south they get so caught up in making out that they don’t realize that the others have gone to find a camping place for the night.
“We should—uh. Probably follow them”, Dorian croaks and stares down at Dariax’ lips.
“Hmhm. Yeah. Probably a good idea”, Dariax mumbles. Then he kisses Dorian again.
Dorian gets lost in the sensation of tongues sliding against one another and the feeling of Dariax’ hand cupping his cheeks. Dorian slides his hands into Dariax’ hair and buries his fingers in there, something that provokes a sound from Dariax. A sound that gives Dorian goosebumps all over his arms.
He wants to hear it again. He wants to touch more. He wants, he wants, he wants—
Dariax pulls back, his eyes glassy, his breathing labored.
“I—uh. Ha. I got a little carried away. Sorry. What do you say about checking where the others went?”
“Sure. Yeah. Great idea. Let’s go.”
He steps away from Dariax and stuffs his hands into his pockets to keep Dariax from reaching for them. This is a complete and utter disaster.
Dorian knows that he should stop it.
He shouldn’t abuse Dariax’ trust like this and keep up his pretense when all that Dariax wants is to help Dorian make Orym jealous.
Which has, of course, not worked in the slightest, but Dariax insists that it’s just because Orym is such a rational and level-headed guy.
“We just need to wear him thin, you know.”
Dorian doesn’t know.
He feels like he doesn’t know anything anymore.
When they finally reach the campsite, Fearne has placed her head in Opal’s lap and seems to be napping as Opal carefully braids her long, green hair.
“You guys alright?”, Orym asks with his eyebrows raised. Dorian feels himself flush and clear his throat.
“More than alright”, Dariax answers and winks. The implication makes Dorian’s cheeks heat up even more.
He didn’t think that Orym’s eyebrows could climb even higher, but that’s exactly what happens as he regards the two of them.
“Dorian, can I talk to you for a second?”, Orym asks and gets up from the log he was sitting on. Dorian shoots Dariax a glance and he seems… off.
Dariax doesn’t return Dorian’s look, he just walks over to the fire, lets himself fall down next to Opal and asks, way too loudly to be necessary “So what’s for dinner?”.
But Dorian doesn’t have any time to think more about this, because Orym grabs his wrist and pulls him towards a group of trees, away from the campfire and away from Dariax whose eyes seem to bore themselves into the back of Dorian’s head as he follows Orym into the night.
“What are you doing?”
Dorian doesn’t have to ask what Orym means. He wrings his hands and stares at the ground.
“I—uh. I don’t really... I don’t really know?”
“So when you said adventurous and brunette, what you actually meant was short, stocky and a complete disaster?”
“I—um...”
Orym looks at him with raised eyebrows and despite the fact that Dorian is so much taller than him he suddenly feels very small.
“Well. Dariax kind of got it into his head that I’m into you. Which I’m not.”
“Yes, we established that.”
“Exactly. And. Well, he thought it would be a good idea to be fake boyfriends to make you jealous.”
Orym’s eyebrows rise even higher towards his hairline.
“But I’m not jealous. Because you and I are just friends.”
“I know, okay? It just kinda got out of hand?He’s so—I don’t know! I don’t know what to do!”
Orym sighs and rubs his temples.
“So. You’re actually into Dariax?”, he asks.
Dorian presses his lips together and takes a deep breath before he nods.
“And he doesn’t know. He thinks you’re into me?”
Dorian nods again.
“And now he’s waiting for me to get jealous and for us two to be boyfriends?”
Dorian shrugs helplessly.
“Isn’t that... I don’t know. It seems like lying to him.”
“What do you want me to do? Just tell him that I have the hots for him and then leave the country forever?”, Dorian hisses.
“Well, maybe he has the hots for you, too!”, Orym whispers back and Dorian can’t help but laugh. It sounds a little hysterical.
“Then why would he offer to help me to get with you?”
Orym stares at Dorian for a full thirty seconds. Then he sighs.
“I guess it’s a little hard to... fathom... what goes on in Dariax’ head.”
“That seems like an understatement.”
Orym scoffs and shakes his head with half a smile on his face.
“I can’t believe you actually fell for—that.”
“Hey!”
“Sorry. I guess to each their own.”
“So what’s your type then?”
“Uh—I don’t really have a type. I’m not into the whole relationship stuff. Or—uh. The sex stuff, for that matter.”
“Oh. Oh! I see. Well, that seems pretty convenient. Way less stressful than what I’m doing with my life.”
Orym smiles and shakes his head again.
“I’m not going to lie, when I’m watching you and Dariax or Opal and Fearne I am glad that I don’t have to deal with any of it”, Orym admits.
“Opal and Fearne? How do you mean?”, Dorian asks. His brain is still stuck on kissing Dariax without Orym even being in any close proximity. His whole brain capacity seems to be occupied by thinking about Dariax. It’s an absolute clusterfuck.
“Never mind. So, what do you intend to do? You can’t keep this up forever”, Orym says and pulls Dorian away from a trail of thoughts that was leading towards something explicit and utterly unbefitting of a talk with a good friend about feelings.
“I—uh. I’m still figuring it out. I’ll just. You know, I could just tell him that I’m not into you anymore and then he would probably stop”, Dorian says and ignores the uncomfortable tightness of his chest as he thinks about not being able to kiss Dariax anymore. Or hold his hand. Or being told that he’s beautiful.
He’s so fucked.
“I think you should just tell him, you know? We’re adventurers now, no one knows what might happen. If I learned anything from our Voice of the Tempest, it’s that you should do your best to live without any regrets, because time is a precious thing”, Orym says.
“A weird soup”, Dorian answers, his voice weak and his heart hurting. Orym snorts.
“Yes, sure. A weird, precious soup. Anyway. Think about it, okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
*
Something is up with Dariax.
Dorian has no idea what it is, but there is definitely something wrong.
He’s quieter than usual, which is disconcerting. He’s also, very definitely, holding onto Dorian’s hand way tighter than before.
“Hey, is everything alright?”, Dorian asks him quietly as they’re getting ready for the night. The sky overhead is dark and full of clouds and the moon is barely visible.
“Yeah, sure. Stellar”, Dariax says but he’s not looking at Dorian.
“You don’t look stellar”, Dorian insists and puts his hand on Dariax’ shoulder. Dariax’ eyes flicker down to his hand and then up to his face. Dariax opens his mouth to answer, but Dorian doesn’t hear anything because there is a searing pain on his back and he slumps forward and crumples onto his knees.
His vision goes blurry from the pain and he can feel that there is something coursing through his body. It hurts.
“Dorian? Dorian!”
Lying down seems like a great idea. What if he dies now and he didn’t even tell Dariax that he’s not into Orym? What if his adventure ends here already? He doesn’t want to sink into the weird soup that is time already. He wants…
“Take your hands off my boyfriend, you fuckers!”
“Hey! What’s going on?”
“Dorian, are you okay?”
He is definitely not okay and while he probably should have different priorities as he’s bleeding out in the grass, all he can think about is the fact that Dariax just called him his boyfriend.
“Dorian, are you okay?”, Dariax’ voice sounds muffled and far away.
“Heh. You’re really good at pretending”, he lulls as he’s turned onto his back to look up at Dariax’ face.
“What? Guys, I think he has a concussion or something!”
“Well, heal him!”
“I’m trying! Dorian, hey! Buddy, don’t pass out on me, okay?”
“Did you know that your eyes are really pretty?”, Dorian slurs and he wants to raise a hand to touch Dariax’ face that seems way too red all of a sudden, but he can’t move a muscle and as he feels Dariax’ warm healing magic flow into him, he passes out from the mind-numbing pain.
*
Dorian has never shared a bed with anyone. Neither in a platonic nor in a romantic or sexual way.
When he wakes up there is someone plastered to his side. The quiet snoring tells him that it must be Dariax.
“Are you okay, Dorian?”, Fearne’s soft voice reaches his ears and he turns his head to see her sit on his other side, her hand places closed to his shoulder as if to make sure that he’s within reach.
“Uh—ow. Yeah. What happened?”
Dorian tries to concentrate on his own body and on Fearne’s words, but he’s distracted by the feeling of Dariax sleeping so close to him. His arm is thrown over Dorian’s chest and his face is pressed into Dorian’s shoulder. Orym is nowhere to be seen.
“Those Nameless Ones seem to have a pretty far reach. They really want that spider crown.”
Dorian groans as he tries to move.
“They hit me with poison or something?”
“Yeah. Dariax fixed it. Then he insisted on carrying you back to the cart. Then he insisted to tuck you into bed. And then he just sort of flopped down next to you and stared at you really intensely until he passed out.”
Dorian tries to laugh but almost chokes on it as he imagines this short man trying to carry someone as tall as Dorian. His thoughts circle around the fact that Dariax cared for him, healed him, tucked him into bed.
“So. Ah—where are Orym and Opal?”, he asks to distract himself from the feeling of having Dariax pressed so close to him.
“They’re checking to see if we’ll be safe for the night. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
Fearne smiles down at him and starts scratching Little Mister under the chin as she hums a melody that Dorian’s never heard before.
“Did you ever have a really dumb crush?”, he asks before he can stop himself. Fearne turns her head to look at him again and cocks her head.
“A crush that was dumb because it wasn’t mutual or a crush that was dumb because the person was dumb?”, she wants to know.
“Ah. Huh—I haven’t thought about it that way. I guess… how about we go with both?”
Fearne puts her index fingers to her lips and cocks her head from side to side as she thinks about it.
“Well, I don’t think crushes are dumb just because they aren’t mutual. And I also think that Opal is very intelligent in her own, special way.”
Dorian blinks.
“Wait. What?”
“Hm?”
“You have a crush on Opal?”
“Sure. I thought it was pretty obvious”, Fearne says and smiles dreamily.
“Uh—maybe. Now that you mention it, I think Orym clocked it.”
“She is just. You know. Very exciting and spontaneous and funny and creative and pretty.”
The way that Fearne just talks about her crush makes Dorian wonder why he isn’t able to just say it like this. That he likes Dariax because he’s funny and brave and adventurous and a complete idiot in a lovable kind of way.
“What do you like about Dariax?”, Fearne wants to know.
“Uh—well”, he laughs nervously and clears his throat. Dariax is still softly snoring into his shoulder. “I guess… I guess pretty much everything?”
“That’s so sweet! And that’s what he said too. You guys just fit so well”, Fearne says with an earnest smile.
“Wait. What?”
“Hm?”
“What did you just say?”
“I said that you guys fit really well.”
“No. No, I meant before that.”
“Uh—well, when I asked him what he liked most about you, he also said that he likes everything about you. I thought it was really sweet, you know? There was a whole list of things, but he stopped midway through it and said ‘So basically, everything’.”
There was a whole list of things.
A list.
“So basically, everything.”
“Dorian? Are you really okay? You look a little flushed.”
“Hm? Oh—yeah. I’m fine. Perfect. Peachy. Never better.”
He laughs nervously and glances over at Dariax as his insides dissolve into small, hyperactive butterflies. Maybe it’s not what he thinks. Maybe Dariax meant that he likes everything about Dorian as a friend.
“If you’re sure you’re okay I think I’ll stretch my legs a little bit. This cart is pretty small”, Fearne says and scoots towards the exit of the cart. Little Mister follows behind her and a moment later Dorian is alone with a snoring Dariax, whose hand has somehow managed to sneak under Dorian’s shirt.
What is he supposed to do now?
Wake Dariax up? Confess his feelings?
His heart beats so quickly that Dorian is almost afraid that it might just leap out of his rib cage. In the end he’s not brave enough to wake Dariax up and instead intertwines their fingers and turns his head to look at Dariax who has definitely drooled onto his shirt.
He knows that he’s completely fucked because he thinks that this is endearing.
Dorian raises his arm and gently cards his hand through Dariax’ hair.
Dariax makes a small sound in his sleep, something that sounds like a content sigh, and the butterflies in Dorian’s stomach start dancing happily.
“D’you really think my eyes are pretty?”, Dariax mumbles a second later and Dorian pulls his hand away hastily as Dariax’ eyes open.
“Um—well. Yeah. They’re… they have a very nice color”, Dorian croaks. Dariax pulls his hand out from under Dorian’s shirt and starts rubbing at his eyes.
“You okay again?”
“Yeah. Thank you for saving me. And carrying me to the cart. And—uh. Tucking me in.”
Dariax’ cheeks redden as he coughs slightly before sitting up.
“Well, you know. It’s what boyfriends are for, right?”, Dariax says with half a laugh in his voice that doesn’t sound completely genuine.
Dorian swallows and bites his bottom lip as he tries to find the words. He’s usually not bad at talking, so why does this seem so endlessly hard?
“So—uh. I have something to confess”, he starts as his thoughts start spinning around in panicked circles. Dariax turns his head to look down at him.
“I know, I know”, he answers.
“Huh?”
“Well, I figured, you know. When Orym dragged you away I thought you guys probably had a talk?”
“We did, yeah”, Dorian says but he is endlessly confused about what that has to do with anything.
“See, I knew it. So you think it finally started working, huh? Told you, I’m really good at this kind of stuff.”
Dorian decides that he has to sit up for this. His head is spinning and his heart is racing and he is endlessly confused about what in the ever-loving hell is going on.
“Working? What are you talking about?”
“You know, the jealousy thing.”
Dorian stares at him.
Then it finally clicks.
“Dariax… I don’t want to be fake boyfriends anymore”, he says quietly before he can think of a better way to say it. Dariax’ expression twists and he looks away, his hand reaching for the back of his head to scratch at his scalp—a sign for nervousness, as Dorian knows by now.
“Yeah. Okay. I—uh. That’s—“
“I want to be your real boyfriend.”
Dariax blinks a few times. Then his face turns the deepest shade of red that Dorian has ever seen on him.
“You—what?”
“I don’t like Orym. I never have. Not like that. I—uh. I like you. And when—if—I kiss you again I don’t want it to be just pretend, I want to really kiss you. Because I—uh. I really like kissing you.”
Dariax is still staring at him, seemingly stunned. The hand at the back of his head has stopped moving and started to sink slowly back into Dariax’ lap.
“So…”, Dorian says and the nervous energy humming under his skin is almost unbearable, “can I? Can I… kiss you? For real?”
If Dariax doesn’t say anything soon Dorian might have to flee from the cart and actually leave the country. The suspense is torturous, his words hang heavy in the air between them. And then, faster than Dorian can react, Dariax lounges himself at Dorian and kisses him so passionately that Dorian can’t suppress the moan that escapes him.
Dariax pushes at him, shoves Dorian back down onto the bedroll, sinks one hand into Dorian’s long hair and cups his face with the other.
Dorian’s brain goes blank as he arches up against Dariax’ weight on top of him.
“So, is that a yes?”, he pants into the kiss.
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes”, Dariax rasps and kisses him again. “Gods, you’re so pretty. I thought I was going to go insane.”
Dorian makes a very embarrassing noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper. Maybe he likes those compliments more than a normal person would.
“So you like me?”
“Are you kidding me? So fucking much.”
Dariax is kissing his whole face now and Dorian wraps his arms around him. He feels light as a feather and the butterflies in his stomach have gone completely off the rails.
“Are you guys decent?”, Opal shouts from outside the cart.
“No! Go away! I want to make out with my boyfriend!”, Dariax shouts back and Dorian laughs.
“Don’t leave any icky spots though!”, Opal says.
“Oh, come on”, Dorian hears Orym protest.
“That’s what Prestidigitation is for, Opal! Read a book about magic!”, Dariax announces loudly and Dorian has no time to protest this obscene exchange because Dariax is kissing him again and Orym seems to be dragging Opal away from the cart.
“So do you know what that means?”, Dorian mumbles against Dariax’ lips.
“Hm?”
“I don’t need any flirting lessons from you after all.”
#critfic#exandria unlimited#exu#exu fic#dorian storm#dariax zaveon#fanfiction#mi writes#critical role#doriax#text#screeching into the void#this is 7k words of chaotic fake dating ooops
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Like I did with my Stardust Crusaders rewatch, here are some Diamond is Unbreakable quotes I can’t believe are real and some moments that generally made me chuckle in my English dub rewatch.
(I might understand some words wrong. I don’t have closed captions for the English dub specifically.)
• “I was nervously walking myself to class when-“ *bumps into Jotaro’s crotch* “A GIHant [giant]”
• ahh yes Jotaro the “marine explorer”
• “Turtles give me the willies...”
• “If YOU don’t hurry it up isweartogod I’ll cut off that FUGLY COWlick.”
• “NHEEE HOLY SHIT! ....Ohh it’s just that turtle again.”
• “I’m technically your nephew. Bizarre huh?” “Nephew heh? Pleasure.” The Joestar deadpan.
• “He’s kinda scary.” “Yeah... but in a hot way.”
• “Getting the police involved won’t help. Just haul ass.”
• “Put some pep in you step!”
• “What did you say WATER BOY?!”
• “In fact I’ve never been calmer in my life.” “Yeah. Sure.” *Looks at a cabinet straight out of a Dali painting*
• “The humidifier!” *drop kicks it*
• “He managed to piss me off. So I thought it was only fair to repay the dickwad by turning him into a great work of art.” “Good grief kid.”
• “Has this rock always been here?” “Yes but its been given a... facelift.”
• “Don’t you know how to be polite?” “I know I’ll smash your face in if you don’t shut your goddamn mouth.”
• “I guess I better draw out this nap with some gentle asphyxiation.”
Oh the localised stand names… I still can’t with Worse Company
• “Luckily, we’ve got WINDows!”
• *looking at the Stand egg* “Are you saying I MADE this thing?” Koichi did you lay this egg?
• “Word to the wise Sergeant BRO.”
• “You’ll have no means of defending yourself. Giving me the chance to blow your brains AND HAIR into OBLIVION!!”
• “Yuuuuuck I wasn’t trying to sever it!”
• “Would you PLEASE shut your HOLE?!”
• “Why is this guy in my house? And why is he massagingmymomsSHOULDERS?!”
• “Who do you think you’re talking to, you sawed off little dickhead!?”
• “I’m not scared of that knife OR your tiny balls!”
• “You did torture that twatwaffle before he told you this right?”
• Okuyasu, crying: “I have a chiselled face too don’t I? :’((” (tell him he has a chiselled face Josuke)
• “Leeets pretend we didn’t see any of that.”
• “IIIIRGH I guess you’re right.” “Well of course I’m right.”
• “OPEN UP THAT MOUTH. Because here... comes the knowledge.”
• “The sensation of the word ‘Fwoosh!’ Literally sent her flying!”
• “I’m gonna yank off your pissfull prick, rip out your insides and feed ‘em to you as you choke on my MERCILESS LOVE!”
• “Quick! Get out of here!” “Save me Josuke!” “Its every man for himself!”
• “Well I’ll be a seagulls beak!”
• “Okay, let’s see now.... You had diarrhoea yesterday.”
• “AmAzing! It’s overflowing with sophisticATION!”
• “Woooow! Looks scrum-diddle-dy-dumptious!”
• “‘Scuse me, but what’s Mozzaza?”
• “Heeey, old buddy, old pal! You think you can share some of that with your bestie?” *voice drops like two octaves* “Not on your life!”
• *Josuke upon Okuyasu not sharing his food with him* “DICK! I knew you were a stingy son of a bitch, but this takes it to a new level!” (That’s best friend energy right there)
• Tonio and Josuke’s stare down
• *hardcore guitar solo playing while Okuyasu fucking DEVOURS that pasta* “MMMM TAAASTYYY”
• “For the LOVE of GOD, drop the meat!”
• “What?? My guts fell out!”
• “Dessert is... pudding? Ha. I’m too manly for this stuff!” ??????
• “I’m guessing it’s about Chili Pepper.” “WhAT?!” (I’m so glad they could keep this name halfway)
• “I’m itching to scrape you away, you glow-in-the-dark shithead!”
• “Now EAT shit and die your glorified nightlight!”
• “He was murdered in cold blood and you’re rambling about how strong the enemy was?!” “...Oh yeah you’re right. We should check up on Okuyasu.”
• “He’s [Jotaro] the last person is want finding me. He’d just kill my vibe.”
• “This is like a game of WHACKable on STEroids!”
• “OH YEAH, right in the KISSER!”
• “I’m reBORN as a KILLING maCHINE!”
• “I’m a Stand user.” “Huh?” “A Stand user.” “Huh?” “I SAID I’m a Stand User!” “You’re a second hand computer?” “I’MASTANDUSER!”
• “But you haven’t seen our nipples!”
• “Mr. Joestar, drop the baby!” (That’s Kakyoin’s spirit calling from beyond.)
• “Why are you here.... somekindofPRANK?”Rohan sounds like a gremlin I’m LOSING MY MIND
• “Now it’s time for a taste~” *starts licking a spider*
• “Your vomiting reflex is so raw. I simply must SKETCH IT!”
• “Hate to break it to ya, but your aim is shit!”
• “You better not try anything funny, or I’ll crush you with my Stand, you doodlin’ dipshit!”
• “I win~” *gets punched in the face*
• “Get out here you punk bitch!”
• “GAH! Careful! ROHAN IS HOLDING A PEN!
• *the funniest high pitch scream I’ve heard in a while, curtesy of Rohan*
• “Josuke. I’m going on a hunting trip. And you’re coming too.” This gives me ‘dad’s on a hunting trip’ vibes
• “Those are dead rats!” “Yeah NO SHIT!”
Most of the Rat hunting shenanigans that made me laugh rely on visual aid and are hard to transcribe into text so I don’t have that much of those
• “HOLY SHIT I FOUND IT!”
• “Wha-“ *drops shoes into water*, *starts crying*
• “It [Heaven’s Door] still doesn’t work on haters like Josuke, who wouldn’t know art if it kicked him in the groin.”
• “Did she say A MURDER?!” “Yes she did.”
• “Look at this! You’re dripping!”
• I’m sorry but the shot where Kira is holding the severed arm, who is holding a handbag is one of the funniest stills in the entire series
• “YOU’RE ABOUT TO GET SLAUGHTERED YOU HEAR MEEEEEE?!”
• “Too far too far TOO FAR TOO FAR TOO FAR!”
• “I’m rich, so it’s on me.”
• “YEEEEEAAHHAGHAHAA! MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEEEEEY!!”
• “We got a problem Josuke!” “What is it?” “Hrmm! Something weird’s happening in my pants! Ohhhhrrrrnmmn!”
• “This backstabber is about to learn the hard way what happens to thieving punks who cross the JosuYasu duo!” (Is that- did he- is that- did they do that in the original too and I didn’t notice?)
• “Why don’t you make Harvest attack us again, porcuPRICK?”
• “The tables will turn in your favour~ MY ASS THEY WILL! I’LL BUTCHER THAT BULLSHITTING BEAUTICIAN!”
• “Those two playin’ tongue-hockey?”
• “The end is close at hand... close in hand hehe.”
• “I’m gonna destroy this alarm clock from hell.” (I want to know who writes the script and comes up with these comparisons.)
• “That was not the sensation of human flesh EXPLODING!”
• “For the life of me I can’t figure out why I’m just standing here like a whimsy little bitch baby with a bad case of the SHITS!”
• *Rips the shirt off a waiter* “Good heavens sir! Was it something I said?”
• “Oh put a sock in it! Better yet, why not take the whole foot?”
• “Put your damn socks on right!”
• Jotaro: *smiles* *does the flop*
• “Hello everyone, is it time to head home already?” *panicked screams*
• “WOAH! This is all the info he collected about his toenails!”
• “Why don’t you give our friend a nice send-off? And make sure you add a little bit of style to it.” “Huh? Uh... IT LOOKS LIKE YOU WEREN’T SO BIG AND BAD AFTER ALL, FOOL!”
• Not dialogue but that sequence when Jotaro tapes Kira’s dad shut
• *putting tacks on Atom Heart Father* “I KNOW it’s a little tacky. KNA KNA KNAAA!”
• “Even as a little boy, you couldn’t suppress your urges to kill women.... But if that’s what makes you happy I’ll support and protect you.”
• “All that hair gel must be seepin’ into your noggin!”
• “Perfect. A self absorbed jerk-off, a moron and a bitch, three people I have absolutely nothing in common with.”
• Josuke & Oku: “You call this mature?” Rohan: *laughing maniacally*
• Rohan just sucker punching a kid with the ‘Rock’ gesture in a rock, paper, scissors game
• unnecessarily epic rock, paper, scissors match. THEY ARE LEVITATING
• “Surrender. The. Baby.”
• “Roshamboy, real name: Ken Oyanagi. Stand: Boyz Men Men, knocked out of commission.”
• “As my nails grow, so do my carnal desires.”
• “Hey Josuke! Check out those big ass holes!”
• *eating a box of tissues with a straight face* “Many thanks. That was quite palatable”
• “Well? Would you like the cream?”
• “Are the ice of creams unsatisfactory?”
• “An alien. An alien, yes! I should have informed you when we met! I am indeed an alien.” “You’re a loony motherf-“
• “Maybe I should knock that nose-ringed psycho back to the mothership.”
• “So how do the dice function? Explain.”
• “I’m such a bad boy.”
• “Shitbiscuits!”
• “Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!”
• “You can’t just heal people without permission!”
• “Could you like??? Shut up?? Geez!”
• “I brainwashed her. Isn’t that great?”
• “Now let me add this, dickwad, his ass is grass!”
• “I’m gonna pummel his soul-sucking ass!”
• “If those freaky ass phalanges catch up to me, I can kiss my body’s nutrients goodbye!”
• “That foot-fetish dick could be anywhere!”
• “You’ve gotta be SHITTING me!”
• Josuke steals a phone and it breaks but he doesn’t fix it with crazy diamond and instead steals ANOTHER PHONE from ANOTHER PERSON who is also on an important call???
• “Okay master, let’s kill da hoe! Beeeeeetch!” (THEY ACTUALLY DID IT. THEY KEPT THIS IN THE ENGLISH DUB)
• “That full body odour you’re whiffing is curtesy of yours truly, you dick!”
• “How do you function?”
• “On a different note, Koichi Hirose decided to go on a walk with his dog.”
• *Radio anchor voice* “‘What is this place?’, he thought to himself. ‘Why am I here? Meow meow.’”
• “Did you realise you left without giving me a goodbye kiss?” “No.”
• “Stop hogging the alien!”
• “After I put this BRO-hole back in his douche-cage”
• “All of your skirts reek of ass-sweat” sentences I’d never thought I’d have to write
• “This is a new level of timey-wimey-bullshit!” (Doctor Who reference anyone?)
• “Piggyback please ~”
• “ITS A SHREDDER!!!”
• “That means I’ll have to pleasure to watch Rohan explode and still make it to work on time.”
• “Don’t worry. I can heal, if need be”
• “I can’t tell what happened, but Kira hacking up blood and flying through the air gets a Hell Yeah from me!”
AND FINALLY
• I’m calling the police on whoever wrote the boner line
#jojo‘s bizarre adventure#jojo no kimyou na bouken#jjba#jjba part 4#diamond is unbreakable#diu#josuke higashitaka#jotaro kujo#okuyasu nijimura#koichi hirose#yukako yamagishi#kishibe rohan#rohan kishibe#diamond is not crash#text post#thiris shitshow
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Secrets chapter 2
Summary: negans jealousy and temptation starts to escalate when he starts coming around trying to fit his way back into your life while also showing jack who the man of the house is but jack may also have secrets of his own no one knows about.
🛑Warning: fluff, major smut, saddness, jealousy, cheating,fighting 🛑
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Sitting on your bed with mascara tears streaming down your face holding onto old pictures of you,negan and ellie. Jack walks in and you quickly wipe your tears and shove the pictures under the pillow before he notices.
"Hey baby...whats wrong?" Jack slides in next to you
"Oh nothing haha" you sniffle and play it off all cool
"You looked beautiful lastnight...i realized i forgot to tell you" he said brushing a strand of hair behind your ear leaning in to kiss you softly. Jack resches inbetween your skirt automatically causing your legs to spread apart inviting him in. He reaches his other hand up your shirt grabbing your boob gently squeezing it in his hand you begin to quickly unbutton your blouse breathing heavier when the front door opens. You frantically pull your shirt back together terribly and tugging at your skirt when you exit the room to see negan and ellie standing in the living room.
" have you ever heard of calling or sending a text!!??" You cross your arms over your chest with a few buttons still loose allowing your black lace bra to peak out
"Well....looks like youve been busy" negan takes off his glasses sliding them ontop of his head
"I just thought id come by and cookout for ellie.." He grins pulling out steaks and ribs from a grocery bag.
"Oh! I brought wine too...your favorite"
"Cook out!?...wha" you followed behind him outside to the patio slamming the door behind you.
"So you think you can just walk into my house acting like you own the place saying you want to "cook out" for ellie!!??" By now you are almost inces away from him
Negan flicks on the grill and then grabs you gently by your face.
"I believe its my house too.....my name is also on the deed" he relases his hand and then walks past you back inside
You scoff to yourself as you stand there trying to process what is going on when jack comes outside.
"Im heading out for work...also whats up with him?"
"I..uh...he is cooking out for ellie i suppose" you said running your finger's through your messy hair
"I see.....well ill see you later, message me!" He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before hopping into his car and driving off. You sigh to yourself opening the door walking back into the kitchen seeing negan rubbing up the meat with spice's and ellie downing a bowl of chocolate ice cream.
"Negan! Seriously you gave her ice cream before dinner" you quickly took the spoon and bowl away from ellie before she could cram another spoonful in her mouth
"Whaaat let the kid live alittle...." He looks at ellie giving her a goofy face
You go over to dump out the ice cream in the trash can before dropping the dish in the sink next to negan you caught yourself looking at him his jacket was off and his sleeves were rolled up exposing his toned arms and rough hands. His black glasses resting on his face and his perfect salt and pepper hair. You always have had a thing for men a bit older than you and negan fit that image perfectly...jack was much younger than negan which you never would of guessed going for a younger man would be good for you.
"Mommy!!"
"Huh..yes honey?" Causing you to snap out of your thought's
"Can daddy stay the night we can stay up and was scawry moviessszz!!?" Ellies face lit up with excitment
"Oh. Sweetie im sorry but daddy cant stay the night" bending down to her level caressing her cheek
"Uuuuggghhhhh!! No fair!!" Ellie screams at the top of her lungs and starts flailing her arms
"Ellie! Do not act like that towards your mother!" Negans deep strong voice boomed in the kitchen almost making you weak at your knees. Ellie ran off to her room and slammed the door.
"That sassy girl" negan said looking at you through the top of his glasses
"Thank you...." You sighed exhaustedly while popping the cork off of the wine bottle and filling your cup up
"Mmmm...." Swallowing the sweet red wine feeling it flow down your throat
"So....you and younger guys huh?" Negan chuckled while washing his hands
"Something new...nothing wrong with that" you said taking another sip of your wine
"thought you had a fetish for older men....whats it called? Daddy issues"
"I guess you could say that...." Pouring more wine into your glass
"Sure sure..." Negans voice died out as he walked off to the bathroom
Negan came back into the kitchen grabbing the tray of meat outside and slapping it on the grill. You followed behind him wine glass in hand.
"So...was it you that told ellie to ask me if you could stay the night?" Raising an eyebrow
"Shouldnt you go get another glass of wine" negan chuckles
"Ya know...your cooking was always the best" chugging down the rest of your glass
" i think the wine is starting to talk haha" negan closed the lid to the grill folding his arms over his chest
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I was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen while ellie and negan were snuggled up on the couch watching friday the 13th together. Hearing negan be playful and caring with ellie really makes your heart happy. A part of you wishes things could have been diffrent between the two of you that is your babygirls father of course you love the both of them but being with negan just isnt in your future right now.
"Mommy come in here!"
You finished putting dishes away when you walked in there and sat down by negan he kept looking over at you grinning while ellie jumped at the scary scenes with jason Voorhees.
"So...hows the team going?"
"Good...good the boys are a handful" negan chuckled
"You were always a great coach you really pushed those boys to do great things" giving him A sweet smile
Talking about school with negan was always a touchy topic. He runs a basketball team at the local highschool......thats also where he was cheating on me with one of the english teachers.
"She is out like a light... My sweet girl." Negan was running his fingers through ellies long red hair when he looked over at you realizing you had fell asleep on his shoulder too. Negan picked up ellie and took her to her bed and tucked her in when he came back you were slightly awake.
"Thank you..." You said tiredly
"For what baby..." He said in a low deep voice
"For dinner and taking ellie to bed...its hard doing it alone sometimes..." You began to feel really vulnerable and kinda felt unsettling with negan calling you baby
"Jack should be home soon he gets off late.." You raised up off the couch
"You want me to leave...." Negan asked with puppy dog eyes
"Negan....you have to go im sorry"
"Baby....you know i never meant to hurt you" negan pulled you back down to sit on the couch
"But you did.....what were you thinking....you ruined everything" you were a bit tipsy from the wine and your emotions were just flowing out of you
"I love you negan! And you threw it all away for some fucking teacher at your school!!" You began shoving him
"All you care about is yourself you are so fucking full of yourself...you think you are so fucking amazing!" Now gripping onto his shirt hitting him in the chest he quickly pulled you into a tight hug and you began crying uncontrollably onto his shoulder soaking his tshirt.
"Shhh....im here now i promise you i will do anything..i want to be back in ellies life full time again i miss my girls" negan started to get all choked up holding back tears
"I...i cant right now negan its too soon im still hurting so bad.....im trying to move on from this" wiping the tears away from your eyes
"I understand.....im never going to let you down again all i want is for you and ellie to have a good life even if im not in it"
He stood up pulling you with him he took you to the bedroom and layed you down in bed taking your shoes off for you and tucking you in before jack got back.
"Goodnight" he kisses you on the forehead and leaves
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You woke up to ellie jumping and screaming on your bed you looked over to see jack sleeping next to you rubbing at his eyes.
"Good morning beautiful" he leans over and kisses you
"Goodmorning" you chuckled
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" Ellie jumped onto you
"Hi sweetheart mommy sees you" you squeezed her tight in a hug before getting up out of bed
Jack had already gotten up and hopped into the shower when his phone began to ring on his bedside table you eagerly went over and looked at who it was. A girl named Melissa was calling him you just brushed it off and joined him in the shower.
"Hey...." Slipping off your panties and hopping into the shower with him
"Whoa...hey" jack said shocked
You grabbed him by the face and began kissing him hard feeling the hot water stream down your back. He moved his hand down between your legs taking one finger and slowly slipping it inside of you moaning out gripping onto his dick starting to slowly pump it back and forth feeling it grow long in your hand. Before you knew it he flipped you around ramming his cock into you pumping back and forth into your dripping wet pussy. His grip grew tighter on your hip as he started going faster and faster untill you felt an emptyness from him pulling out.
"Im hopping out im gonna let you finish up in here" he slapped your ass and then hopped out and closed the bathroom door behind him
"What a disappointment....." You whispered to yourself as you scrubbed shampoo through your hair knowing that negan would of never left you hanging like that and would of lasted way longer. Turning off the water you coulf faintly here jack laughing and talking to someone over the phone you quickly dried off and opened the bathroom door.
"Who are you speaking to?" You asked slipping on some clothes
"Ohh just a coworker nobody really" he said putting his phone into his pocket and sliding his tie on leaving the room
"Okay then....." You said to yourself
Slipping your shoes on you walked into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee before jack headed off to work. Jack seemed super eager to leave for work today you just brushed it off assuming it was going to be a busy day for him at the office. He kissed you goodbye and took ellie with him to drop her off at daycare. It was just you alone in the house today which meant housework....gross.
You tied your hair up in a bun and began gathering your cleaning supplies you connected your phone to the bluetooth speaker blasting old rock songs. You were down on your hands and knees scrubbing at the floor in your short shorts when you were greeted by two feet infront of your face. You slowly looked up at who it was and it was negan with a huge dirty smirk on his face.
"This all for me doll?" He bit at his lip
"Oh....uh i planned on cleaning house today while everyone was out" you said shyly not realizing you were still on your knees
"I like you down there...on your knees" he slwoly chuckles
"Oh! Sorry....you cant just keep letting yourself in negan..." You quicly shot up to your feet
"You need me to help with anything?" He walks into the kitchen pouring himself a cup of coffee
"Ugh....The grass needs mowed......" You answered while wiping down the living room table
" jack doesnt mow grass?" Negan began laughing
"Negan...dont" standing there with your hands on your hips you sprayed him with the water bottle
"Hey!.....im just saying i figured young business boys couldnt mow grass anyway" negan walked outside and started up the pushmower.
An half and hour has passed and you finally finished the housework inside. You peaked out the window to see negan finishing up yard work...his shirt was off and he was all sweaty then jack suddenly pulls up causing you to stop gawking at negan.
"You always mow peoples grass" jack called out to negan getting out of the car
"Well, today i do. And maybe even next time...your girlfriend asked me to" negans jaw begins to flex
"Oh really...well" jack rubs at the back of his neck annoyed
"Dont think for a second that you have this all figured out......just setting some ground rules" Negan leans in towards jack and sternly says
Jack glared at negan as he walked past him to go insdie the house.
"Hi sweetie!" You greeted jack with a peck on his cheeck before stepping outside to speak with negan.
"I think you need to go...." You softly said to him trying not to stare at his sweaty toned bare chest
"Cmom doll.....things were getting fun. Jack is really starting to take a liking to me" he chuckles sliding his tongue across his bottom lip
"Negan....this isnt a game" you said picking up the gardening tools and taking them to the garage
"But i like games....and i always win" negan said in his cocky voice following behind you
You slammed down the shovel on the work bench in the garage before you knew it negan flipped you around lifted you up and and sat you ontop of the bench crashing his lips into yours he slid in between your legs grabbing a fist full of your hair yanking your head back as he began biting at your neck.
"Negan...." You moaned softly
"God i miss you moaing my name..."
"N....negan stop" it was so hard to resist him
"I want to have another kid with you....i want to fill myself insdie of you.....please baby" he tugged at your hair harder causing you to moan louder
The hairs on the back of your neck shot up after hearing what he had just said to you. You wrapped your legs tight around his waist and pulled him into you kissing him roughly biting and tugging at his bottom lip. You couldnt control yourself your body was weak negan always knew the right things to say. Negan took his two fingers pulling your yoga shorts aside to his surprise you weren't wearing any panties his finger began to play with your now swollen sensitive clit causing you to whimper out. He sucked on his finger making it wet before bringing it back to your clit gently flicking it faster and faster.
"Negan...im gon-
"(Y/n)...are you in here" jack called out from around the corner of the garage
"Oh shit!" You whispered to yourself before hopping off the work bench approaching jack
"Hey...im going to be going out of town on a business trip soon"
"Oh....well how soon?" You asked curiously
"Like...tonight soon" he quickly stated
"Oh...i see" your voice lowered
"I have to go baby i will keep in touch with you!" He kissed you before slow jogging to his car and leaving
A part of you didnt feel good about jack leaving for a "business trip" if thats really what it was.....something seemed off with him like he was hiding something. You stood from the garage watching him drive down the road untill you couldnt see his car anymore.
"Business trip huh....." Negan questioned walking up beside you
"Yeah...i suppose so" you said zoning out
Negan begins to chuckle and walk past you to his car.
"Wait were are you going!?" You yelled out to him
"Have to go pick up our daughter from daycare" negan calls out from the driver side
"Wait up im coming with you!" Jogging up to his black 1969 camero and hopping in the passenger seat
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You,ellie and negan were back at the house when you were in the bedroom freshening up when you noticed jack had left his laptop on the dresser. Curiously you walked over and popped it open the screen automatically came on to his emails the very top email read from Melissa.
Hey jack we have that meeting tonight dont forget!😊 im also wearing that little tight dress you love.
You read the message over and over again the words ringing in your head making you feel sick to your stomach you slammed the laptop shut your body shaking full of rage and a adrenaline not knowing what to think or how to feel anymore. You just lay back on your bed zoning out up at the ceiling.
The door to the bedroom opens and its negan with a dirty smirk on his face looking at you layed out on the bed you just want to forget everything you want to feel numb you want to be made to feel dirty...
"Hey..." His deep tone giving you goosebumps
"Fuck me.....i want you to fuck me like the slut i am" you sternly said to him
Negan swiftly ripped his shirt off and yanked down your shorts spreading your legs apart bringing his tongue to your pussy licking your sweet folds brining his tongue down to your opening and all the way back up to your clit teasing you. You begin to grind up against his face while he pumps his cock hearing him moan only made you even more wet. He pulls his mouth away and flips you over slapping you on the ass hard the sting of it felt amazing he spanks you agains and a again before he enters his tip inside of you. Gripping onto the the bedsheets you have almost forgotten how big his cock is streching you open to fit perfectly insdie of you.
"Oh fuck.....god its so tight! You dirty fucking whore" he grunts slowly sliding more of his cock into you pulling your head back by your hair
"I miss you....i want you to fuck me hard..." You begin to rub your clit
Negan starts pumping his cock in and out of you his cock slowly swelling up inside of you and you squeeze down on him feeling all it all. He begins to move faster and faster leaning his face down to yours grabbing onto your throat squeezing it to let you feel that perfect high.
"Fuck...i...i cant keep going much longer" he starts fucking you faster and faster
"I want you to cum in me....please..i want your cum inside of me"! You beg
He lets out a load moan as he finishes inside of you and kisses you hard on the lips before pulling out letting his cum pour out of you all over the bedsheets. Negan pulls up his jeans as he hands you a towel to clean yourself up. You havent felt that amazing in awhile so relaxed and burnt off some built up rage
"All you have to do is ask and im here...." He whispers to you before leaving the room to go check on ellie. You get up from the bed to go take a shower.
"What am i doing......." You say to yourself
"Im so fucking stupid...." You begin to cry and sit with your knees pulled up to your chest in the tub feeling like a peice of shit after what you had just done. You are playing with negans emotions and stabbing jack in the back...what kind of girlfriend and mother am i.
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The Scary Big Sister
Summary: Harry has managed to keep Draco’s taunts and nasty words away from the ears of his big sister. But what happens when she finds out what Malfoy has been saying about her little brother.
Pairings: Harry x sister!reader Fred Weasley x potter!reader
Warnings: If you're a Malfoy Stan then...sorry chief. one punch to the nose, a couple threats, but relatively fine
This is relatively short, but this idea has been playing in my mind all day, thought I’d share :) Please leave a comment!
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Fred, George, and I were on our way to Potions when I heard it. Malfoy spitting insults at someone, a group of Slytherins gathered around. Rolling my eyes, I was about to walk over and teach the blonde brat a lesson, but before I could Freddie grabbed my elbow.
“Cmon love, we’re late and if we walk in after the bell again McGonagall will have a fit, right George?” he commented, tugging me away before I could get to close sharing a glance with George, who nodded quickly.
“What are you on about? Since when have you two ever walked away from a chance to shut up Malfoy and cared about getting to class on time. Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” I joked, even though I was slightly confused. A Gryffindor is always ready to jump head first into a fight for others, regardless of the cause. Plus, Fred and George hate Malfoy.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, love. I just think that whoever it is squaring off with Malfoy probably wants to deal with it himself” he says, slightly nervous while continuing to tug me down the hall.
Coming to a complete halt, I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms at my boyfriend and his twin. “Now hold on a minute, how do you even know it’s a ‘he’ that he’s tearing into. What’s going on Fred?” Even though I was staring right at him, he refused to look me into the eyes, and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Okay okay, but you have to promise not to get mad or do anything. Harry made us promise not to say anything to you. I told him that was just plain stupid but he was so adamant about it- y/n? Where are you going?” In the midst of his rambling Fred and George had failed to notice you turn around and begin briskly walking away once you heard Harry’s name. Who the fuck did that rat think he was, going after your brother? How long had this even been going on? You were quickly storming towards the jeering crowd, some parting upon seeing your icy glare, others you pushed right past.
Once you got to the front, you could see Draco standing toe to toe with Harry, who was flanked by Hermione and Ron. Malfoy, for his part, had Crabbe and Goyle off to the side for back-up, as if those two pinballs could do anything besides stand there and look dumb. Harry looked calm for the most part, but you could see that Malfoy’s words were beginning to get to him, especially when he started talking about Hermione and Ron.
“What’s the matter, Potter? Scared to fight back? Never took you as a coward, though I guess daddy was never around to show you what courage looked like. I don’t even know how you got into this school, you’re a sorry excuse for a wizard. Associating yourself with mudbloods and blood traitors, it’s pathetic.” Malfoy sneered. You made a move to step in but both Fred and George had stepped behind you, grabbing onto your shoulders. Fred leaned down to whisper into your ear,
“I know it’s bad love, and trust me there’s nothing I’d like more than to go over and punch his face in, but both Harry and Ron made us promise not to do anything and that they could handle it” he whispered.
“Sweetheart, you know I love you more than anything, but if you and Georgie don’t let go of me right now, I will not hesitate to hex you as well. You two may have promised, but I did no such thing.” You responded, shaking off their hands and strolling up behind your brother’s bully, who was still spouting off to Harry.
“Where’s that sister of yours, Potter. Ya know if she wasn’t related to you and dating that weasel I may have tried to get in on that. It’s a shame she’s related to you, she’s kinda hot” Draco snickered, causing Harry to clench his jaw.
“You’ll leave her out of this Malfoy, she’s got nothing to do with this, it’s between me and you. Talk about me all you want, but leave my sister alone. I’ve done a good job of keeping the shit you say away from her, but if it gets back to her, I’m not going to hold y/n back when she gets a hold of you. Let alone what Fred would do to you.” Your brother responded, clenching onto his wand tighter.
“Ohh I’m so scared. You’re sister isn’t here Potter, I’m allowed to say whatever I want about her, and you won’t do anything. If you do, I’ll report you to Umbridge, and I don’t think your hand’s healed from the last time, has it?” Malfoy fired back, mocking your brother by grabbing at his own hand and pretending to faint. You had heard enough. Finding out that Draco was partially responsible for getting Harry in trouble with Umbridge was the final straw.
You silently crept up behind Draco, your brother’s eyes widening as he spotted you. You quickly raised your eyebrows and winked at Harry, then tapped Malfoy on the shoulder. As soon as he turned, you gave him a swift left hook straight to his nose, knocking him straight on his ass. Smiling at the satisfying crack that echoed through the corridor, you watched as Hermione and Ron quickly pulled Harry away and over to Fred and George. Gasps were heard, but you blocked them out as you stood over Malfoy.
“Get up you prat.” you growled, grabbing him by the collar on his robes. You shoved him back, cornering him against the wall and keeping him there by pointing your wand at him. Malfoy, still dazed from the punch was too surprised to say anything.
“Gone all quiet now have you, Malfoy? Imagine my surprise as I’m walking to my class, having a lovely day, only to hear the biggest joke of fifth year coming after my brother. Cornering him with his band of cronies like some macho man. Calling him pathetic, as if you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror everyday” you remarked, keeping your focus solely on the boy in front of you.
Appearing to have momentarily regained his confidence, Draco opened his mouth to respond, but you quickly cut him off with a “Silencio!” rendering the boy unable to speak, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“Uh-uh. I've heard enough of your chatter to last me a lifetime, and the next. You’re lucky all you've received is a broken nose. I should dangle you over the lake for the Giant Squid, you absolute douchebag. Newsflash, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Malfoy. Thought Mum and Dad would have taught you that already.” you spat, walking towards the clearly frightened boy, who’s eyes had gone wide in shock. Stopping only inches away, you pointed your wand directly at his face.
“I’m not usually one for violence, but make no mistake, Malfoy. If I hear you sniffing around Harry and his friends again, or anyone else for that matter, I won’t hesitate to reunite you with your ferret form from last year, are we clear?” you spoke, the warning clear in your voice.
Malfoy, seeming to finally come to his senses, nodded quickly. Swiftly, you patted his head. “Good boy, now take your “friends” and run along to class. And remember what I said, Draco. I never break my promises.”
You watched as Draco took off down the hallway, Crabbe and Goyle clumsily taking off after him. Turning to the crowd, you shouted “nothing to see here folks, go off to class” and quickly the crowd dispersed, obviously a little afraid of what the elder Potter was capable of when it came to her family and people she cared about.
You casually strolled over to your group, immediately pulling Harry into a hug. “I’m sorry if I upset you by stepping in, but I won’t apologize for doing it. That little ferret had it coming. He had no business talking to any of you like that” you spoke, glancing at Hermione and Ron who gave you grateful smiles in return.
“Honestly sis, it was pretty funny. I’ve never seen Malfoy so scared in all his life. I truly thought he’d wet himself. I just don’t want you to get in trouble with Umbridge. I’m supposed to protect you too and I don’t want you to have a run in with her because of me” he spoke, returning your hug.
“Don’t worry about me, little brother. I’m more than capable of handling that Pink Toad should she find out, but I doubt Draco wants to expose himself, merlin forbid his father finds out he got told off by a girl, a Gryffindor no less.” you chuckled, giving Harry a squeeze before stepping back. “Now, you lot run off to class, and if anyone gives you any problems, just let me know, okay?”
The golden trio eagerly smiled at you and nodded their heads, running off down the corridor, probably to tell the rest of the fifth years what a fool Malfoy had been made out to be. You smiled after them, turning back to your boyfriend and his twin, who you immediately smacked in their heads.
“Bloody hell, woman. What was that for??” George, grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. “That was for not telling me my brother was being picked on, you numpties!” You then quickly pulled them in for a hug. “I did notice however, that a few more pranks have been played on Slytherin house in the past week than normal, and I appreciate you looking out for him in the way you could. Just next time, don’t keep something like this from me. please.”
“You got it, love. Harry is just very convincing when he’s got puppy eyes. ya know? Bloody fool can convince you of just about anything.” Fred spoke, wrapping his arm around you and beginning to once again guide you down the hall. “Now, let’s actually get to McGonagall’s, and you’re explaining why we’re late, miss.” George spoke from the other side of you, ruffling your hair.
“Oh and, love? Remind me to never get on your bad side.” Fred spoke, as you all laughed, walking off down the corridor.
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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 16~
Warning!! This chapter contains attempted murder and strong language
Chapter 15
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Yoshitsune: “First of all, I apologize because we assume that you might be in danger.”
Yoshino: “Danger...?”
One morning, Yoshitsune-sama visits my room and his first words made me blink.
Yoshino: “Why am I in danger?”
Kurama was also sitting next to Yoshitsune-sama, and he opens his mouth casually.
Kurama: “I’m told there are people in this mansion who wants to assassinate you.”
(Ehhh....)
I felt the blood draining from my face.
Yoshitsune: “Our army is being reinforced in preparation for the first war against the Shogunate. Not a few of the new recruits had a grudge against the Shogunate for one reason or another.”
Yoshino: “But why would they want to kill me...?”
Yoshitsune: “It’s still unconfirmed but Yoichi is working on it. Until this matter is settled, I want you to stay in this room, just in case.”
Yoshino: “....Okay.”
My voice trembled when I replied.
(I was prepared to put myself in danger on the battlefield one day.)
(But I never thought I’d see the day when my life would be directly threatened in this way.)
(No matter how kind Yoshitsune-sama and the others are....my presence is not interesting to the soldiers of the Rebels)
My fingertips are as cold as if they were immersed in ice water.
Kurama: “Why are you trembling?”
(Kurama...)
Yoshino: “No, no no, I was just surprised. But I’m fine.”
Kurama frowned when he saw me forcing a smile.
Kurama: “......... Take this.”
(Hm?)
I took what was offered to me and it was a whistleblower.
Yoshino: “What’s this for?”
Kurama: “It’s got my spell on it. In this big mansion, I’d be able to hear it from anywhere.”
(Wow! That’s amazing!)
Kurama: “I want you to use it.”
--------Part 2---------
Kurama: “I want you to use it.”
I was stunned when he looked straight at me.
(I’ve been feeling a bit out of sorts since that night in the garden with Kurama....)
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1. I’ll do my best.
2. I’ll take good care of it.
3. That’s reassuring.(+4/+4)
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Yoshino: “That’s reassuring.”
Kurama: “I’m giving you that this time because it’s special. I don’t like to be treated as a shikigami used by humans.”
Yoshino: “Ohh, umm....thank you.”
Yoshitsune: “It’s only good for a few days. I want it to be a good luck charm in case of emergency.”
I agreed without a second, but....
.................
......That night.
Yoshino: “Eh, you haven’t caught the killer yet?”
Rebel vessel 1: “No. Although we are still in the middle of our interrogation, Yoshitsune-sama has asked me to report to you urgently before we take our leave.”
Yoshino: “Thank you.”
(Even though he is under interrogation, can I be a little relieved....?)
After the retainer has left, he breathes a sigh of relief.
My body slowly relaxed and I realise that I was more nervous than I thought.
(Yoshitsune-sama probably gave me the report so that I could sleep a little more calmly. I must thank him tomorrow.)
(Let’s read and sleep for the rest of the day.)
I reached for the tabletop to read the history book I had borrowed to review the knowledge Kagetoki-san had taught me.
..............
Yoshino: “Oh, no! I was told I had to return this book by today.”
(I’d forgotten all about it in the assassination fiasco.)
(I thought I’d ask someone to give it back to library.)
Perhaps it was the noise of the assassination attempt, but the vassals passing through the corridor were not in the mood to be approached.
However, I felt bad about calling them all the way.
(Because it would be unpleasant for the Rebels to take up my errands as a member of the Shogunate that everyone hates.)
Yoshino: “....The library is not far, so it should be fine, right?”
My heart ached for the thorn that I could not pull out.
(But something is bugging me----)
(Because I know that the Rebels, like everyone else in the Shogunate, are fighting for their friends and their beliefs.)
I was walking in the corridor while thinking about this, when----
(Nn.......!?)
Suddenly, a hand reaches out and covers my mouth, pulling me hard from behind.
Yoshino: ”Nnn...nnn....”
Man 1: “Shut up!”
I was pushed into a spare room and the sliding door slammed shut roughly.
Yoshino: “Nn....what the!”
Man 2: “How dare you, a member from the Shogunate walking around with her head held high in front of our eyes.”
------Part 3------
Man 2: “How dare you, a member from the Shogunate walking around with her head held high in front of our eyes.”
Man 1: “Yeah, I’ll avenge my comrades who were caught.”
Two men stood in front of me with swords.
(They’re going to kill me-----)
My blood froze with fear and my toes began to tremble.
(So there are two people!?)
They smile mockingly at me as I slowly back away.
(What should I do? I’ll buy some time and then....)
I remembered the whistleblower in my pocket and reach out for it------
Man 2: “...Our former comrades were killed in the war against the Shogunate.”
(If I call Kurama, he’ll surely kill them....)
(But, even I’d hate my enemies if they killed my friends....)
The words came out of my mouth in a rush----
Yoshino: “Look, we can talk this over...okay?”
Man 1: “Huh?”
(....I’m sorry. I know I’m being reckless, but....)
The faces of the two men became increasingly grim.
Yoshino: “Please, I beg you. I won’t tell Yoshitsune-sama and the others about you.....”
Man 2: “Are you kidding me? Woman!”
Yoshino: “No I....”
They held down my body as I tried to escape and I struggled.
Man 1: “Shut up! We’ll finish you off quickly and you won’t feel a thing!”
(NO!!)
I saw the white blade shining brightly while he was on top of me.
Regret and fear nearly overwhelmed me when----
Kurama: “Footsteps and squeaks like rats in the night.”
(Kurama!)
The men stopped moving when they heard a low voice.
Man 1: “Kurama-sama!”
Kurama entered the room and narrowed his eyes coldly at me.
Kurama: “.....What are you doing, Yoshino?”
Yoshino: “I...”
Man 1: “Kurama-sama! Please don’t move!”
The man screams while pointing the sword at my throat.
Kurama: “Who gave you permission to move? I forbid you to move against my will, not even a finger.”
Men: “!”
As soon as they felt the space distorting, their faces were filled with astonishment.
Man 2: “W-What is this?”
Man 1: “I can’t move!”
(Maybe he used Kotodama!?)
Kurama: “If you come in my way again, I’ll block your breathing.”
It was a blizzard of frost and they both lost their blood, their mouths still tightly shut when they should be free.
Kurama(glare): “Yoshino. Answer me. Why didn’t you call me?”
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Kurama(glare): “Yoshino. Answer me. Why didn’t you call me?”
A stinging, deadly energy emanated silently from Kurama’s body and filled the room.
(....If I give a bad answer, he’ll kill everyone in this room including me.)
Yoshino: “I....I was almost killed.”
Kurama: “Why didn’t you blow the whistle when you knew you were?”
I can’t breathe properly because I feel the mass of air around me has increased so much.
Yoshino: “B-Because.”
I struggled to speak under the cold stare.
Yoshino: “I thought it would only be natural that there are people in this house who hates me because I’m an enemy. So, if we could talk it through....”
Kurama: “Oh. So, you want to die.”
(......!!)
Yoshino: “No, I----”
Kurama: “You already declared right in front of me that you’re on the Shogunate’s side. Then, why are you trying to make peace with these guys? I despise with all my heart anyone who would describe that warmth as kindness.”
The low voice, crushed my rebuttal.
Kurama: “Yoshino---is it horrible to be hated for real by someone who is right in front of you?”
(Ah.......)
I couldn’t even speak because it was so true.
(Yes, I didn’t want to be the bad guy.)
(I’m afraid of the malice directed at me by someone else, so I tried to look away from it.....)
(As a result, I almost lost my life.)
(If I die, I won’t be able to help everyone in the Shogunate anymore, but I made the wrong decision.)
Kurama: “Be proud to be an enemy that someone hates, if that’s what you’re willing to do with your life. If not, you may disperse here and now in disgrace.”
(.....Those serious eyes.)
With all the energy in my body, I looked straight back into Kurama’s eyes.
Yoshino: “-----I don’t want to die. Even if someone hates me.”
Kurama: “If you want to live, you must beg, and you must risk the lives of others.”
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Yoshino: “-----I don’t want to die. Even if someone hates me.”
Kurama: “If you want to live, you must beg, and you must risk the lives of others.”
Kurama snapped his fingers high in the air.
Men: “....!”
As if on cue, the bodies of the men escaped from the Kotodama.
Man 1: “Fuck you!”
Yoshino: “!!”
(No, I want to live!)
I pushed the man’s chest and scream as I struggle.
Yoshino: “Help! Kurama----”
Kurama: “That’s right. Beg me from the bottom if your heart.”
Strong wind blew around the room.
Man 2: “What the hell!?”
One of the men winces as he is cut down by an invisible blade of wind.
Man 1: “Ku...”
The other one, who was cutting at me, immediately seized his hand and removed his sword.
Kurama: “Surrendering already? You got no guts at all.”
(Finally....!!)
Man 1: “I-I heard you were a foreigner. Why would you use such great power to protect a woman of the Shogunate?”
Man 2: “Yeah! We’re just trying to avenge our friends.....”
As I sit there stunned, the men screamed at me.
Kurama: “It is the prerogative of the strong to choose where they wield their power. But before you accuse me of being unworthy.....”
The blood colored eyes took the men in their stride for the first time and penetrated deep into them.
Kurama: “You took Yoshino by surprise in a place where its not a battlefield. It seems to be for a great cause, but it’s only a matter of venting your resentment on an entity that you’re sure has the upper hand. What a pathetic petty way to live.”
Men: “Nn...........”
(Kurama.........)
I can’t help but be drawn to the way he says it with such strength and grace.”
(To everyone, Kurama is fair and merciless.)
(But, I’m sure that’s because.... Kurama himself is not ashamed of his life to anyone.)
The tension that I had felt earlier had dissipated, and I could feel the hot blood flowing through my body.
Kurama: “Yoshitsune will be the one to deal with you. It’s stupid, I’m not even interested in your life or death. Don’t ever stand in my line of sight again. Also.......”
(!!)
As if remembering, Kurama grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
Kurama: “This woman belongs to me. If you have a problem with that, you can tell me who owns her.
Chapter 17
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entertaining a gentleman
Anthony is making his way back from the bathroom when he’s stopped by the wall of photos, one in particular catching the corner of his eye. He takes a step closer, and he can’t help the smile that overtakes his face.
It’s of Kate and Edwina, with a man Anthony assumes is their father, when Edwina was a baby. Kate is beaming at the baby in her arms, while Mr Sheffield is looking down adoringly at the two of them. Anthony can feel the warmth emanating from the photo, and he can feel it spreading through his body. It reminds him of the photos at his mother’s house, the ones that line the staircase, and the many albums she has lovingly put together, and he has the urge to go through them; to see his father’s smile as he’s surrounded by his family. He’s about to let his eyes roam to the other photos dotted on the wall when he’s interrupted by a low voice coming from behind the door to his right.
“Ohh, have you been a good boy then?” Anthony’s body pauses as he realises it’s Kate’s voice, before she continues. “Are you sure you’ve been a good boy? I’ve missed you, yes I have.” Anthony swallows as he moves closer to the door. “Don’t make me tie you up again, you made a mess the last time I let you off.”
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Anthony reels back from the door as it dawns on him exactly what is taking place behind the door. He didn’t think that Kate was the type. Yes, the woman may infuriate him like no other person he has ever met, and yes he thinks she is an utter menace who has no place in polite society, but he accepts one of her only redeeming features is how much she loves her family, and how important they are to her. And somehow, he didn’t think she was the type to entertain a gentleman in the middle of a celebratory lunch for her stepmother. He takes a step closer to the door.
“Stop being naughty now. Oh, you think a kiss will make it better?” The reply is something low, Anthony thinks that maybe it’s a growl. “Are you my best boy? Yes you are. The best boy. But only when you’re good. Don’t look at me like that. Ugh, I know, even when you’re naughty you’re still my favourite boy; I can never resist that face. And I think you know that.” Well, clearly Kate has an intense affection for whoever she is with.
“You have me wrapped around my finger. You could do anything and I would let you get away with it. But we won’t tell Mary that, I think she’s still cross with you.” Anthony allows himself a small smirk at that; Mary is clearly not a fan of whoever Kate has in there with her. Well really, maybe he needs to reevaluate his opinion of the elder Miss Sharma; he didn’t think she would associate with someone her stepmother clearly did not approve of.
He hears Kate giggle some more, followed by “ahh that tickles''. Anthony starts to begin to feel a little warmer, and his heart clenches when he hears Kate laugh even louder. Anthony hates that he’s imagined eliciting such a reaction from her in his many, many dreams of her, and here he is, hearing her give that to someone else.
Would she call him a good boy is he asked? He cuts off his thoughts before they can go any further. Although, he admits, that particular phrase will probably feature in his dream tonight. Maybe they’ll even be some tied hands involved.
“You’re starting to be a naughty boy right now.” Anthony hates that his mind wanders to wanting to know exactly what action is occurring for Kate to brand her partner a naughty boy. Involuntarily, Anthony’s hand reaches up to adjust his collar.
“No stop that. I said no.” There’s a muffled bang, followed by a crash, and Anthony’s spine stiffens. “Don’t do that, I don’t want you to do that.” There’s another crash, louder this time, the sound of something breaking, and Anthony’s hand flies to the door handle; ready to put a halt to something she clearly doesn’t want to happen. He doesn’t even realise he has burst through the door when-
“GET OFF HER!” SHE said stop…” Anthony’s voice trails off as he takes in the scene in front of him. “Oh for goodness sake, are you kidding?” Or rather, the lack of what he expected to see, because there is most definitely a scene before him. A chair with a broken leg, an upturned table, and broken vase litter the floor. And in the middle of the mess is Kate. Kate and her infernal dog, Newton, with his incessantly wagging tail. Anthony can already feel the colour warming his face.
“Anthony? What are you doing?”
“...”
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I er, I er thought…”
“What? You thought what?”
“Well, that…”
“What? Why did you burst in here like that? What exactly, did you think was happening here?”
“Well...that you were…”
“Were what?”
“I thought you had someone in here with you!” he finally barks.
“I don’t...what are you talking about?”
“I thought you had a gentleman friend in here with you...that you were entertaining him and told him to stop, but that he wasn’t listening.”
He would laugh at the way Kate’s eyes widened if he wasn’t too busy trying to fend off his own mortification. “WHAT?! It’s Mary’s birthday! Do you think I would sneak away from dinner for an extreme quickie in between mains and dessert?”
“Well not now!” Anthony can’t help but think he’s given Kate an unwanted peek into his sex life.
“Really, you don’t say.” And there’s her delightful sarcasm.
“Clearly it was just you and your stupid dog!”
“Newton is not stupid!”
“He’s not even a proper dog. He’s an overweight rat.”
“You take that back, you’ll hurt his feelings.”
“Good, maybe then he’ll learn how to behave in proper company.” As if to prove his point, Newton bounds over to him and raises his front paws to rest on Anthony’s legs. His tongue is hanging out, and Anthony can do nothing but roll his eyes in return.
“Newton knows how to behave.”
“Really? Then why is he in this room and not out with the rest of the party?” Anthony knows he has her when she breaks his gaze, and instead busies herself in righting the table, and picking up the broken bits of vase. “Nothing to say that?”
“I don’t deem it worthy of a response.”
“How convenient.”
“Yes, it is rather.” Kate deposits the bits of broken vase on the table. “I’ll glue it back together once everyone has left.”
Anthony simply “hmm”s in response, before asking his next question. “So why is Newton being kept sequestered in this room?” Kate glares at him, before sighing.
“Mary and Newton are not the best combination. Well, that’s not quite right. Newton absolutely adores Mary, maybe a bit too much, but the feeling is definitely not mutual. And so Newton tries a little too hard in trying to win her over.”
“So why did you bring him?”
“Because I’m staying here tonight and didn’t want to have to rush back tomorrow.” A silence settles over them, their eyes seemingly locked together and Anthony isn’t quite sure how to break it when Kate does it for him, her gaze shifting to her feet. “Thank you.”
Anthony quirks an eyebrow at her. “For what?”
“For coming in when you did.” Her eyes meet his again. “Even though it wasn’t what you thought, I do appreciate that you came in to stop what you thought was happening.”
“Oh, right. Well I didn’t really think about it to be honest, would have done the same for anyone.”
“I don’t doubt that, but thank you all the same.” Her smile is tentative, and Anthony’s own is hesitant in return, when a thought pops into his head.
“I think those are the nicest words you’ve ever said to me Sharma.”
“Hmm, maybe. You did, however, insult Newton again, and I never forget an insult directed to my family. So I wouldn’t get used to it if I was you.”
It’s on the tip of his tongue to tell her that she’s actually very nice to him in the dreams he has of her, but Anthony somehow manages to reign in his tongue. Kate raises a brow, noting his silence, before he clears his throat and mutters a “wouldn’t dream of it.”
She only laughs in response, and Anthony knows that tonight, like so many recently, will involve him trying to delay her inevitable visit while he slumbers. “Shut up Sharma.”
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ignorance is a bliss pt.3
Atsumu angst Pt.1 / Pt.2
warnings: angst? mentioning of possible cheating and more angst?
a/n : Thank you for all the feedback!!! Sorry that I messed with your emotions haha - disclaimer : the promised fluff is just like one sentence... ups?
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You can see him standing on the side walk. Why isn’t he moving? Why isn’t he seeing the car? Why can’t you move? Your legs won’t listen to you. Your whole body isn’t listening to you. You try to scream, to get his attention, but nothing works. The car gets closer and closer and -
You wake up while screaming Atsumu’s name.
Wait. This was all a dream right? It was a dream. More like a nightmare. Why did it feel so real though? You warp your arms around your shaking body. Small tears run down your cheeks and instinctively you take your phone and call him.
It rings and rings and rings.
Fear rushes though your body, was it not only a dream?
Just as you’re about to hang up you hear his voice from the other line.
_______
Still sitting on the grass, next to the sidewalk, Atsumu tries to catch his breath. He jumped out of the way just in time, the car missed him only by a few centimeters. He feels his phone vibrating in his pocket, taking it out he stares at the caller ID.
He was dreaming right?
You can not possibly call him, just a few seconds after he heard your voice calling his name.
He stares at the screen a few seconds longer until he finally decides to answer the call.
“Hello?“ He breaths out. Form the other side he hears a few snobs. “Hey, y/n.. what’s wrong are you okay?“ Then there’s silence. He checks his phone just to see you hung up.
“TODAYS MATCH IS MSBJ VS SENDAI FROGS“ the commentator announces, “The teams are currently warming up. Let’s talk a look! OHH WOW. Miya Atsumu, MSBJ’s setter seems to be in an excellent form today! LOOK AT THAT SPIKE! The frogs need to be carful!“ He continues commenting.
Atsumu spikes ball after ball, giving perfect serves, even more on point than usual, yet his team feels the change. He’s almost robotic. Everything is perfect. Way too perfect. Nothing seems unplanned. No sarcastic comments from him. No annoying remarks towards Sakusa.
Nothing.
He’s completely focused on the game. On the ball.
Bokuto and Sakusa look at each other worriedly.
He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t act as if all of this isn’t bothering him.
He shut off all of his emotions, only focusing on Volleyball.
It’s a wonder that his body is still working at this point, considering all the extra hours he stayed after training.
But that is his only escape. That’s his only way to get you off his mind. Whenever he closes his eyes, he sees you - So he skipped on sleep the past days. Whenever he comes home, he sees a vision of you walking around - So he stayed over at Osamu’s. Probably the best thing he could do, that way, at least his brother looked after him, making sure that he ate one meal a day.
“He shouldn’t be here.“ Sakusa looks at Atsumu.
“I know… we all do… I can already see him breaking down, because he overworked himself.“ Bokuto worries.
“OKAYYYYY THE MATCH IS ABOUT TO START !!!!! LET’S GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR THE TEAMS….“
_________
“WOW!!! The ball practically crushed through Tsukishima’s block. Seems like Miya decided to just score himself today! That was his seventh point until now!“
“OHH— It seems like Tsukishima hurt his hand!“
Atsumu stays unbothered, while Sakusa and Bokuto throw glances at their coach.
After a few more minutes, Atsumu gets called to the coach, MSBJ’s other setter’s now playing.
"Yes?“ he monotony says while walking towards his coach.
"Go home.“
"What ?! WHY should I go home?! I already scored 7 points all by my self!“ Atsumu huffs, annoyed.
"You’re not fully focused on the game. Atsumu. Bokuto told me what happened, they are all just worried about you. Go home and don’t lose this last opportunity.“ He says gently.
"I am fully focused on the game.“ Atsumu rolls his eyes.
"MIYA! GO NOW. The 10% you’re accepting of your brain Arte full of Volleyball yes, but the other 90%, which you’re blocking out, are full of her. So go now or stay, but don’t expect me to let you one the field anymore. I don’t need a player that risks to hut others.“ He says firmly and turns around, ignoring Atsumu.
Atsumu stares at the ground in front of him.
Was the Coach right? Well yes who is he playing right now? You occupy all of his thoughts. That’s what you do all the time the past days. He can’t get your face off his mind.. And your laugh. Your beautiful laugh and the way your eyes light up... yet it all gets interrupted by your crying. He heard you cry on the phone that night, but why? Have you been crying because of him? How could he forgive himself now? He promised to never make you cry.
He wakes up from his thoughts by a hard smack on his head, followed by some small bumps on the ground next to him. His hand moves to the back of his where the volleyball hit him.
“Yes it was an accident but get your ass out of here!” Sakusa mutters as he walks past him.
Something inside of Atsumu snaps at those words.
He shouldn’t be here - why is he still here? He should be at yours and his apartment, stopping you from going - from leaving his life.
He shakes his head and his feet carry him out of the gym.
The hall falls into mumbles, “IT SEEMS MIYA WONT PLAY ANYMORE TODAY?”
Atsumu runs.
He pushes people away.
He runs as fast as he can.
He prays that you’re still there, that he can see your face again.
There’s so much he needs to tell you, to explain, to apologise.
He has to see you again.
He can’t let you leave him, thinking he cheated on you.
Thinking that you meant nothing to him.
“Okay so I’ll bring down your last jackets - should I wait in the car?” Your mother asks you while grabbing the bag in front of her.
“Uhm.. yes sure.” You mumble lost in your toughs, as you place the key on the kitchen counter.
Shaking her head your mother closes the door to leave you alone for a few minutes.
You throw your head back and close your eyes. It’s so quiet in here. You can hear your blood pulsing through your veins, the cars on the street, the birds.
You can still hear your mother asking you over and over again, if you really want to so this. If you really want to leave just like that. If you really want to cut him out of your life. And you can still hear yourself telling her over and over again, that this is what you want. That he deserved this. Reminding her or more yourself how badly he treated you.
But what you can’t hear is the voice you crave to hear the second you arrived at the apartment today.
You want to hear those magical words.
You want to hear him saying you shouldn’t leave.
That he loves you and wants you to stay.
But who are you to think such a thing?
You’re not in one of those Disney movies. He won’t come running down the street, stumping into the room and begging you to stay while he sings one of those cheesy love songs. Hell… if that’s a movie right now, you probably have to sing too.
Shaking your head at the thought of Atsumu and you singing “Everyday“ from High School Musical, you start to laugh.
„God I missed this sound.“
Your heart stops and you feel your lower lip shaking. Hot tears run down your cheek. The sound of his voice brings back all those memories you tried to burry in the back of your head.
You want to turn around and look at the face of the man you love, yet you’re too weak. You don’t have the strength to move your body. Your legs get weak and you sink down on the floor. Supporting yourself with your arms, you leann forward and start to cry.
Atsumu quickly hurries forward to comfort you, but then he stops just seconds away from finally touching you again.
Is he allowed to touch you?
Will it make things even worse now?
You’re crying because of him, right?
“Don’t. Come. Near. Me.“ That’s all you manage to say in between snobs.
Looking like a kicked puppy Atsumu takes a few steps back.
"Y/N.. I ..“ He begins.
“YOU WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU HERE ATSUMU?! WHY?!“ You scream and finally find the strength to get up and turn around.
Whipping away your tears you let out all the things that float in your head for the past weeks.
"Why Atsumu. Why did you cheat on me? Why haven’t you been honest? WHY ME?! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?! I supported you from the start. I EVEN SUPPORTED YOU WORKING WITH HER! Yet you just .. you just .. abused my trust. How can I trust you again? HOW am I supposed to trust anyone again?! You ruined me Atsumu. I hope she’s worth it. Or is she already fed up with your shit? Is this the reason you’re here? Things with her didn’t work out? And you thought WELL let’s go back to Y/N - she’s stupid or no DESPERATE enough to welcome me with open arms again? IS THIS THE REASON YOU’RE HERE AGAIN?! IS THIS WHY?”
You haven’t realised, that at some point you stepped forward and started hitting his chest. “Why Atsumu. Am I such a horrible person that I deserved all of this?“ You whisper the last part and look up to him with glassy eyes.
Atsumu wants to answer. He opens his mouth and closes it again and again and again.
What can he say now.
There’s nothing he can do now to make up how he treated you the past weeks.
Nothing he can say, nothing he can do.
He fucked up.
He takes a step to the side so he’s not blocking the door anymore.
“I’m sorry. There’s so much I want to tell you… but you’re right. You don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve such a horrible person as your boyfriend. You deserve someone who will treat you right, who will show you his love every second of the day… I love you and I never cheated on you. That’s all I can say, but I have no right to stop you from leaving. I had my chance and I fucked up. I’m not that person who deserves to call you his. Who deserves you in his life.“ He sinks his head and turns around.
Sucking in your breath you, take a step forward and another and another.
Your hand takes the handle of the door.
If you close this door now, there will be no turning back again.
You take a deep breath and close the door.
Atsumu’s heart breaks as he hears the door close.
Tears start running down his face.
He was so stupid so incredibly stupid.
You’ve been the best thing he had and he let you go.
He didn’t even fight for you.
But he hadn’t had the right to fight.
How should he fight when there’s no fight left.
He was too late and he lost you.
Everything around him turns black now that he’s save that he lost you.
You’ve been his light, his color.
The person that made his heart feel heavy whenever he hears your name.
The only person he could see himself buying a ring.
The only one he could see himself growing old with.
His only love.
His true love.
"But I want you to be that person.“ You say and wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling your face in his back. Atsumu takes your hands in his.
"I promise that I’ll be that person for you.“
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A Smile
JJ Maybank x reader
Warning: Luke being creepy (angst)
A smile tugged at your lips as you stared at a sleeping JJ, his breathing was soft and slow. He was calm, for the first time in weeks. But then again, he was sleeping.
You brushed his hair off of his forehead, his blonde hair slightly damp, for there was a lack of air conditioning in his house.
After spending the night at a kegger, both of you were too drunk to be rational, JJ knew your parents wouldn’t approve of you drinking, so the only other option was his place. (John B said no)
You were only a new friend to JJ, but as soon as you two met, everything clicked. Your personalities through your banter, and you couldn’t forget about the constant mindless flirting.
Deciding that noon was a good time to wake up, you poked his chest, hoping to wake him up.
“JJ,” you whispered.
He groaned in response, moving his hands over his eyes.
“Aw c’mon! You promised me you would teach me to surf,” you giggled, nudging him again.
“You remember that? We were pretty hammered last night,” he mutters.
You pry his hands away from covering his face, “get up,” you demand.
He slaps your arm, “don’t tell me what to-“ but then he looks at you weirdly, in a shock and confusion, then he lifts up the covers to the bed, looking under.
“What are you doing?” You chuckle, he looked slightly flustered. But quickly calmed down.
“Just..checkin’,” he answers, shortly.
“Checking for what?” you groaned, now stepping out of his surprisingly comfortable bed.
“If we...had sex or not,” JJ replies, nonchalantly.
Your eyes widen, “as if, Maybank,”
He rolls his eyes, then gets up and throws on a boat t-shirt.
You were wearing your top from last night, with a bikini under, it reaked of alchohol and weed.
You pulled at it and sniffed, “Ugh! JJ did you smoke on me or something, this smells like ass,”
“You think ‘I smoked on you’? Girl you crazy, maybe your drunken memory is not so good after all,” JJ shrugs, throwing you one of his clean shirts.
You catch the shirt, “No! No way. I don’t smoke,” you attempt, trying to convince yourself.
JJ laughs quietly, “you did smoke. And didn’t cough once! I’m proud of you babe,”
“You are corrupting me,” you mumble, turning around and pulling off your shirt.
“Damn,” JJ whispers.
You whip your head around at him, he is looking at your chest as you change, thankfully you had a bikini on, but still.
“JJ, f you,” you insult and finish getting dressed.
JJ opens his bedroom door and you walk out, he doesn’t follow you, instead goes into the kitchen.
“Your not gonna walk me out? How rude,” you joke.
“Who do you think I am? A gentleman?” He responds, causing a laugh.
“Not even close,”
“Shit! I think the hose is on!? I gotta go outside and turn it off, see ya later, and meet at the cove for surfing at 6:00,” JJ calls, then jumps out the side door.
You smile at the thought, surfing with the best surfer in the OBX, though you would never tell him that.
You continue to leave, opening the second screen door to the porch. Soon after, you realize you aren’t alone.
You gasp loudly at the figure of a man, he is wearing a tan t-shirt and is turned away, working on something mechanically.
You stumble over a small beer cooler, and land on your butt on the ground.
He turns sharply, his expression seems to be masked. He has a smirk on his face, then he turns off his machine.
He approaches you. You shuffle quickly to your feet again.
“Hello, pretty thing,” he compliments, but it only makes you nervous, “what are you doing here?” He says the last part angerly.
“Um..so sorry to bother you Sir, I was just leaving,” you apologize, then reach for the door.
“Not so fast,” he orders, then approaches you, his steps echoing on the wood floors.
You freeze, not knowing much about JJ’s dad, but being terrified of his vibe.
He reaches towards your face, tracing a finger down your cheek, “pretty girl,” he repeats, moving his finger down your arm, then tugs against your shirt.
“Sir-I really have to..I should. Can you please..stop? Please,” you whimper.
“This is my boy’s shirt. You spent the night, didn’t you. So you come under my roof, and expect to just sneak away like the slut you are!? Huh?! Yeah my boy can fuck you, but he will never love you. So stay the fuck, away bitch,” he yells, his teeth were grinding together, his face inches from yours.
His hand grip your waist harshly, you cry out in pain. Feeling violated. He stares you down.
“We didn’t have se-“ but before you can finish, he has shoved you out the door, not even giving you a final glance before returning to his work.
You didn’t have a car, so you just started to walk. The tears hadn’t came yet, you felt numb. If JJ’s father could say those thing, do those things, was JJ capable. And the things he said, would JJ never love you?
After what felt like hours of walking, you see Kie, she is laughing with John B, they are alone.
Every bone in your body is telling you to hug her, get help in the state you are in. But you felt hopeless, would she see you just as JJs dad did? After all you were still wearing JJs shirt.
Checking your watch, the clock read 5:59. You were suppose to meet JJ by now. No matter how much you wanted it at first, the mere idea of being with JJ right now made you weak in the knees.
So, abandoning everyone, you headed home. Locking yourself in your bedroom for the next day or two.
—
“Have y’all heard from Y/n? I haven’t seen her in two days,” Kie asks, a worried expression readable on her face.
“She blew me off for surfing the other day,” JJ adds.
“Guys I’m worried, can we go to her house, check on her?” Kie asks.
“Sure, I’m cool with that,” John B approves.
“Didn’t she say not to ever go to her house?” Pope reminds. In the past, you told the pogues to never go to your house, your parents were disapproving of them.
JJ rolls his eyes at Pope, “What’s the worst that could happen?”
—
JJ knocked one your door for the fifth or sixth time now. Your parents weren’t home, but you were. Trapped in your room, trying to ignore them.
“Maybe she’s not home?” Kie questions.
“Oh she’s home. She just...avoiding us or something,” JJ responds between knocks.
Finally, you roll out of bed.
“Fine! I’m-coming!” You shout. From inside, it hurt your head to yell, but your brushed it off. It was the standing up that was the worst.
You haven’t eaten in a day in a half, you felt weak and light headed.
“See, I told you,” JJ responds.
But as soon as you make it down the stairs, your vision blurs to black, seeing stars.
In seconds, you collapse onto the floor.
A loud thud stops JJs bickering, all of the pogues freeze in worry.
“Y/n?” JJ asks slowly, “y/n are you okay?” He repeats suspiciously.
No answer.
“We’re coming in okay?!” JJ warns, then attempts to open the door, knowing something is off.
The door clicks and pulls back, locked.
“Open the door!” John B demands.
“I’m trying!” JJ exclaims.
Kie grabs JJs arm, “lets go to the back!”
Luckily, the back door slid open with ease, and JJ and Kie rushed inside, instantly seeing you, on the floor.
“Oh my gosh, is she breathing?!” Kie shouts, JJ checks your pulse.
“Somethings wrong!” JJ exclaims, noticing odd details like the fact that you are still wearing his shirt.
“Pope! Call 911!”
“I think she’s breathing!”
“You think? Shit! Come on Y/n, stay with us,”
—
The hospital monitor beeps slowly. One after another.
JJ and the pogues wait outside. His head is in his hands, recalling a memory.
“You’ll be okay JJ,” Y/n assures, smiling. JJ had just been beaten up. You had brought him to the hospital, despite his protests, it was what he needed.
“Excuse me Miss, what is the name? We’d like to inform his parents,” the nurse asks. JJ’s hand squeezes yours. His eyes communicating something to you he couldn’t say with his words.
“Um, this is James.” You reply.
“Last name?” She asks impatiently.
“Dean.” You reply, she eyes you suspiciously.
“I know. Weird coincidence.” You add.
“A number I can call?” The nurse asks.
Then you gave the nurse your number, later answering the call in a fake old lady voice and telling the hospital that the son James Dean, was okay. Later you even covered the hospital fines. JJ never told you how greatful he was.
The nurse approaches and informs all of the pogues that Y/n was going to be fine. Just fainted due to lack of fluids and food in her body.
After an hour, you were cleared to leave.
Later in the day, JJ forced you to eat a huge burger. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to eat, just that the lingering feeling of wrong was washing over you when you were with JJ, with anyone.
1 day later
You and the rest of the pogues were at the Chateau. You still were acting and feeling off, but no one pointed it out.
JJ went to his house to drop off his surf board, it was taking longer than it should.
But after 20 minutes, JJ approached and entered the Chateau. Shocking everyone.
No one spoke, they could only stare at JJ’s cuts and bruises.
“Wh-what happened?” You feared you knew exactly what happened.
“Nothin’, just ran into my dad,” he shrugged, but his jaw was clenching angerly.
A shiver struck through your spine.
“You’re dad hit you?” You asked, looking around to see if anyone else was shocked by this. They were just solemn.
“Yeah. Sorry my life isn’t a perfect story like yours is Y/n! Sorry I’m fucked up! God you really should look at yourself, the pogue princess act is getting real old,” he insults.
You look at him in pure confusion, why was he talking it out on you. You had enough heartache at the moment.
“What the hell JJ!” Pope shouts.
“This isn’t her fault,” Kie points out. But this only adds to his fury.
“Ohh, this IS her fault. She went and saw my dad, WITHOUT my permission and now he thinks...god I don’t even fucking know. I just know you shouldn’t have done that,” JJ seethes, looking at you with something close to hatred.
Your eyes began to water, his insults seemed to be true, you only ran into his dad, not on purpose.
“JJ- I didn’t... he... I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen!” You couldn’t form words, you couldn’t stand up for yourself.
“Idiot! You’re such an idiot!” He groans.
John B steps up and grabs JJ by the shirt, “how was she suppose to know about your dad when you didn’t even tell her. Dude, get out. You need to chill out somewhere else,”
JJ scoffs, giving everyone a dirty look before leaving through the front door.
He kicks over something in the lawn.
Stunned, everyone stares at you, you feel small, weak, and horrible for causing JJ to get beaten by his dad.
Instantly, you jump up, following after JJ.
“JJ wait! I ran into him on accident ! It was after I slept over at your place. He was there. He made me,”
“He made you what?” JJ said, a little softer now.
“He made me talk to him, he thought we had sex. That’s why he was mad. I tried to tell him the truth but he....” you stop yourself when your breathing becomes difficult.
“Did he touch you? Y/n, did he? I swear to god if he touched you-“
“No, he didn’t JJ I’m fine, I’m sorry I made him hurt you. I’m sorry,” you apologize, wanting to hug him, but something was restraining you.
“Shit!” He curses, running a hand through his hair.
“I’m really sor-“
“Stop Y/n, just stop. You shouldn’t say sorry. It’s my fault. Come here,” he says, looking like he is about to cry.
You don’t move, you were scared he might touch you like his dad did.
He steps closer, and you step back.
He reads you like a book, “why are you lying to me Y/n?”
“I’m not,” you mumble. He grabs your shoulders gently.
“It’s me Y/n. JJ. I’m not him. I saw what he did to you, we had to go to the hospital for god sakes. So please, tell me the truth. Did he touch you?”
“I’m not lying,” you mutter.
“Jesus, Y/n,” JJ says, he looks at you again, “don’t hide from me, answer my question, did that bastard lay a hand on you?”
“I already feel shitty enough, can you please stop asking me-“
“Y/n. Look me in the eyes and tell me. Did he touch you? Did he hurt my girl,”
You can’t look at him, only able to mumble out a small, “yeah,”
At this, JJ wraps his arm around your figure, you return the hug, only soft cries leaving your lips.
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Summary: when you and your best friend, Hanji, were younger, you had made up stories about your dream guys - what they would look like and how you would meet. What happens when the one you had made up appears to be real?
Warning(s): I don’t think there are any in this chapter. But, please do tell me if there are any.
Taglist (closed): @castellandiangelo @fandom-addict19 @20coldhearts
Status: completed!
part 9 > part 10 > part 11
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I laid down in bed for an hour after waking up since I was in too much pain to get up. And in the need for some comfort, I decided to call Levi - the man that I've been dating for nearly two months.
I called him twice before the call went through and I heard his grumpy, morning voice from the speaker.
"Darlin', it's seven in the fucking morning. You better have an explanation for waking me up this early during the holidays."
"There's an emergency. I need you to come over right now."
"What? What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, sounding more concerned for me.
I smirked, but obviously, he couldn't see me so my plan would work. "Just come over quickly."
"Okay. I'll be there in ten."
He cut the phone without letting me reply as I smiled, however, it was soon wiped off my lips when a sharp pain stabbed me in my lower abdomen.
My 'emergency' wasn't really an emergency. I just needed someone (Levi in particular) to stay with me for today, seeing as how it was the second day of my period, where I just wanted to lie around and eat while my 'servant' got me what I needed.
After lying in bed for about fifteen minutes, I had to get up to answer the door for someone who was supposedly Levi. I kind of felt bad for making him rush after waking up so early, but he has to prove that he's the best boyfriend ever (as he claims to be even though he annoys the hell out of me. I'll like to see him try and annoy me today).
Groaning, I got out of bed, realising I was only in a vest top and panties. I got hot during the night and may have gotten angry at my pyjamas for making me sweat. I was only half-asleep when I discarded the clothing, but I'm pretty sure I started yelling at the non-living fabric. However, I barely remember what happened so I can never be sure, that could have been a dream for all I know.
Anyway, I wasn't bothered to put clothes on, so I went to the door, pressing a button to let Levi enter the building and I unlocked the front door of the apartment, leaving it slightly open before sprinting back to my bed, cocooning myself in the covers.
"Darlin'?" I heard him call, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough to make sure that Hanji doesn't wake up. I heard the door close as footsteps approached my room that had its door wide open. He spotted my head sticking out of the material that engulfed me and neared my bed, crossing his arms over his chest. "What the hell was your so-called 'emergency'?" Levi snapped and I just pouted at him.
"That's the first thing you say to me? Not even: 'Hey, babe. Is everything okay?'"
"I've never called you 'babe', so why would I ever say that?" he muttered, sitting at the edge of my bed.
"Well, you can start calling me that now, idiot."
"What's wrong with you? I get you might be grouchy because you woke up this early, but what did I do?"
I sighed. "Nothing. You didn't do anything. I'm just being a bitch."
"That's nothing new," he teased.
"You're such a jerk, you jerk!"
"Hey, I was just joking, babe," he spoke in a quiet tone as a small smile was painted onto his lips.
I gasped and my eyes widened as I sat up in surprise, holding the covers close to me. "Y-You just called me babe--! Ughhhh..." I flopped back down to lie down when the sudden movement caused further pain. I pressed a hand to my stomach and let out a small groan as a wrinkle formed in the middle of my brows.
"Are you okay?"
"I guess..." I mumbled.
"What happened? Did you injure yourself?"
"Not exactly."
"Just tell me what's wrong."
"... It's the second day of... my period," I muttered.
"... Oh," was all that slipped past his lips. "Tch. You dragged me out of my bed to come here, at seven o'clock, when I could be sleeping."
"Ackerman--" I spoke through gritted teeth before quietly moaning in pain. I couldn't even finish my threat. Damn cramps.
Levi ruffled my hair. "Being the best boyfriend ever, I'll look after you today."
"Really? Are you sure?" I asked because even Hanji and Eren can't bear to deal with me on this day.
"If it doesn't put my life at risk, I will. I don't care about what kind of monster you'll turn into."
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"Levi?" I murmured as I lay flat on my stomach on the sofa with a hot water bottle pressed against my abdomen as my cheek was pressed against the cushion. The aforementioned male sat on the floor in front of the sofa, leaning his back against it as he stared at his phone and I played with his ebony locks, twisting them and drifting my fingers through them.
"Yes, darlin'?"
"Are you annoyed at me?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Are you really really sure?"
"Yes."
"Even though I punched your nose?"
"(Y/N), I don't care. Just don't do it again or you'll get an injury of your own."
"Hm. I like it when you say my name," I smiled, not focusing on his second sentence and instead, dwelling on how my name sounded when it was said by him.
"You sound so tired. Go to sleep."
"M’kay. Will you still be here when I wake up?”
“Yes. Just sleep.”
That will make everything easier, he mentally added, but didn't dare to say it in front of me because that would result in him getting another injury.
"Aren't you tired as well? I mean, I did wake you up only an hour after me. You must be tired."
"I'm fine. Just shut your mouth and eyes, and go to sleep."
I was asleep less than ten minutes later, which is when Levi turned around to look at me. My face was still squished against the sofa so I looked like a fish with puckered lips. He smiled softly and pressed his lips against my forehead before standing up and stretching.
For the six hours he's been here, he's had to run around and do things for me.
After he arrived, we stayed in my room for about half an hour before he told me that I should get up and eat something since it was nearly two hours since I woke up. Once I had changed into a baggy t-shirt and shorts and freshened up, I just had cereal. After which, Levi gave me a glass of water and painkillers.
I had plopped down onto the sofa, on my back, closing my eyes as I tried ignoring the pain I was feeling. However, it didn't subside. Being snacky, I made him go out to get something and he did without a single complaint (look at him being the perfect boyfriend). He came back with whatever I wanted and I snacked on some of the things before leaving the rest for later before I requested that he cuddle with me. He refused, so I had tugged him onto the sofa and forced it upon him. Even though I forced him, he seemed to enjoy it after a while. But he noticed that my pain was still there, so he went to get me a hot water bottle.
And now, here I am, asleep on the sofa as Levi gazed at me for a moment or two.
"Hi, Shorty! How's (Y/N)?" Hanji came into the room with a wide grin. Levi didn't turn around because he knew that the maniac would comment on his bruised nose and laugh about it.
"Fortunately, she's asleep right now."
"Thank you so much for taking care of her. I can't deal with her when she's like this, she's an actual-- Woah, what happened to you?" she exclaimed when she caught a glimpse of the raven as she stood next to him. He rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, but didn't say anything. "Did (Y/N) punch you?"
"... Yes."
The brunette started to cackle but Levi shut her up because he didn't want me to wake up. She pursed her lips and it looked as if her eyes would pop out of their sockets as she held her laugh in.
"Can't you go bother your boyfriend?"
"I would, but I will later since we have a date," she replied after she composed herself. "How long are you going to stay for?"
"I don't know. Whenever this idiot lets me leave, I guess."
"Go take a nap, you're going to have to do a lot when she wakes up."
"I'm fine. I just need some tea since she's kept me by her side all day and not let me do anything I want."
"Sorry for making you deal with this. I would say she's about six on the scale," Hanji stated as if Levi knew what she was talking about. He simply arched an eyebrow, questioning the words she was saying. Noticing his confusion, she explained herself. "Me and Eren made up this scale from one to ten when (Y/N)'s on her period. One is when she's fine and happy, ten is when she's a complete monster. And right now, she's about a six."
"Six? I don't want to see what she is at ten."
"I've only seen it once and I let Eren deal with her since he would do anything for her."
Levi frowned at Hanji's words. Yeah, me and Eren are best friends, but when she said 'would do anything for her', it didn't sound like something you would say about best friends.
"What do you mean by that?" he decided to question.
"Did (Y/N) not tell you? She tells you everything, though."
"What are you talking about?" the raven pressed.
"Nothing, nothing. If she didn't tell you, she obviously has a reason. So ask her--"
"Can you two talk any louder?" I muttered, keeping my eyes closed as I sat up. I squinted at the two humans that stood in front of the sofa and chose to lie back down since I was too sluggish to say or do anything.
"(Y/N), is there something you need to tell me?"
"No. Why? What did Hanji say?"
"It has something to do with Eren but she won't tell me."
"I don't know-- Ohh, that. It's not a big deal," I stated, shrugging my shoulders. "Eren used to like me. I think he still does. I'm actually not sure, and I'm pretty sure he's confused about his feelings as well. But it's fine, he won't try to do anything. Don't even think about telling me to stay away from him because I'm obviously not going to listen to you."
"Tch. I knew that brat liked you. And I know you wouldn't listen because you're a stubborn idiot."
"What a wonderful thing to hear as soon as I wake up," I said sarcastically as Levi lifted my legs and sat down on the sofa, putting my legs back down to rest on his lap. "Anyway, I need more sleep so both of you shut up now."
Hanji left the room and Levi didn't say anything.
I decided to change my position and have my head on his lap. I glanced up at him to see that his eyes were closed, so I stretched my hand up to boop his nose since he looked adorable. He unlidded one eye and stared down at me as I smiled up at him. He quietly exhaled through his nose before closing his eyes. I did the same, needing rest just as much as him.
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Levi had his feet rested on a small ottoman as he sat on the sofa, his arm around my torso as I leaned my head against his shoulder. My legs were tucked in and my body was covered with a blanket, shared with the raven. We also shared ice cream as we watched a movie.
About twenty minutes into the movie, the door to my apartment opened quietly before closing with a click. There was the call of my name from two masculine voices before two figures entered the dark room. I glanced at them and a grin sprung onto my lips as I jumped off of the sofa and rushed towards them.
"I missed both of you," I said quietly.
"How the hell did they even get inside?" Levi questioned after pausing the film.
"Eren has keys."
"Why?"
"I gave them to him since he comes here a lot. And before you ask, Eren and Jean are here because I missed them and wanted their company."
All three of us plopped down next to Levi, all squished together but still had a little space. The order in which we sat was: Levi, me, Eren, and then Jean. I resumed the movie and snuggled close to Levi, who looped a protective arm around me, causing me to roll my eyes and smile, slightly shifting to kiss his cheek, silently reassuring him that he had nothing to worry about. Because even though I love Eren, I would never leave Levi for him. And Eren wouldn't try to take me away from my boyfriend as he knows how much I like him.
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The Other Harmon P1 - P5
TV SHOW : THE QUEENS GAMBIT
COUPLE: BENNY WATTS X READER
RATING: Flirty Af
Part 1: Happiness
I laid looking at the ceiling, pondering, thinking, My brain never turned off. It never had as long as I remember, my life had been a strange one and yet I had found my own happiness, I just have hope my sister will find it likewise just I imagine not the way I did, as we had always been two rather different Harmon's.
"Uummmm..." I heard beside me looking to the other half of my bed as he turned over his mop of messy long hair matted and out of place more so than usual, his face a picture of peace and relaxation his facial hair sat as perfect as usual, his strong skinny upper body out from our covers a little the rest of him wrapped up warmly his face stiffened and he grimaced "y/n? What are you doing still awake?" He asks with a yawn
"Nothing Benny, I couldn't sleep"
"Alright, come on, come here honeydew... Let's get some rest, got a plane to catch in the morning" he yawns pulling me to his chest like I was his teddy bear. Not that I minded at all. I kissed his bare skin and nuzzled closer to him trying to lose myself in a dream.
Part 2: Promise Me!
"Girls-"
"Mother? What's going on?" My sister spoke
"Girls we just uhh were just going on an uhh a little trip out for ice cream," my mother said in a hurried tone as she drove "okay baby just close your eyes, close your eyes and you promise me you'll look after your sister"
"Mother-"
"Promise me!"
"I promise"
I remember little else of what happened. I just remember my sister holding my hand as they took us somewhere, I didn't understand where They took me away from my sister for reasons I didn't know.
"Elizabeth Harmon, and Y/n Harmon. Eight and four" a man said as he made notes taking me somewhere else.
I would see my sister often but she never seemed happy all she ever wanted to do was play chess and I didn't understand it. I liked to watch but I couldn't play honestly. I didn't really want to but I knew the more my sister grew to know that board the less she would grow Into my sister. One day people came and we were told to wash up and dress nicely. I showered, brushed my teeth and put on my prettiest dress doing my hair Into braids with small blue ribbons even shinned my little shoes. And I went and waited for what felt like forever until Beth arrived
"Where have you been?" I asked
"Sleeping"
"But this is important"
"It's just another couple who will look at us see us as a package and not bother" she explained "they always want you... they never want me"
"Well... maybe if you tried"
"You think I don't?"
"I'm sure you do beth," I nodded as the door opened and we were ushered inside and there sat a rather nice looking couple. Things were said and disgusted but I barely spoke a word until they left and we were told to pack.
Part 3 : Different
I forced so much of that time away from me watching only as she got better she drifted away from me, I remember wondering around this hotel as Beth chatted with her friends. I saw someone sitting discussing chess to some other men. Something about him seemed so... different.
All these boys were stuck up little nerds in suits with pocket protectors for their pens, hair gelled back and glasses perched but...
He was different. His jeans tight to his body leaving little to imagination a tight belt around his waist a black shirt under a green shirt unbuttoned slightly but all hidden by this long leather coat, his slender pale neck intrigued me his face youthful and yet aged a speckling of facial hair giving him a look of someone more mature his brown eyes seemed to hesitate on the crowd he spoke to his hair pulled back by his hat but it was obvious it was long and unruly. Someone came over and the crowd quickly left him alone. He stopped of course and turned to scan the room until he saw me. His eyes flicked up and down before he seemed confused. I went over out of curiosity sitting on the chair across the table from him
"Hello" I smiled
"Hi, how old are you little girl?" He asks
"Old enough to know better" I smiled making him chuckle a little too "are you playing today?"
"No, I just come to... see old friends and check what's going on" he explained, "do you play?"
"Not really, watched a lot," I said
"Here, I'll give you a game," he says laying out a thick wooden board and laying out all the pieces all the years of watching beth and I knew so little "don't worry, I'll go easy on you" he winked moving a piece I had no plan or much skill of moves or starters or anything like that I just plaid and not five minutes later "Hu... you uhhh your good"
"Thank you" I smiled
"I think I know who you are, '' he smirked "your Beth Harmon? Aren't you? That kid that knocked Harry off his perch in Kentucky?"
"Ohh no" I laughed
"No? Who are you then?"
"Y/n, Beth's my sister" I answered
"Is she now, well it was very nice to play you y/n"
"It was nice to play with you too" I smiled "ooh sorry I uh-"
"Benny, Benny watts" he smiled offering his hand I happily took it and he gave my hand a little kiss before getting up with his stuff to go elsewhere
"Who was that?" Beth asked behind me
"Who?" I asked
"Who was that you were just talking to?" She asked
"Ooh... just a boy" I smiled
"A boy? What were you doing?" She asks sitting with me
"We played a game is all"
"I thought you hated chess?"
"I don't hate it, I don't love it, it's a nice game," I said
"Who was he y/n?"
"He said his name was Benny"
"Benny? Benny watts?" She asked and I nodded "you- you just played a game against Benny watts?"
"Yes, he seemed lovely, A very fine gentlemen" I smiled
"Y/n, you know who that was right?"
"No..."
"He's US champion"
"Ooh, well I beat him, though he was going easy on me" I explain
"This is why I don't take you places" she sighed going off elsewhere.
Part 4 Our Little Secret
Beth barely let me on trips after that she didn't seem to like me around when she was doing chess for whatever reason but I went with her and our new mother to las Vegas I stood around this strange place seeing so many names and so many tables I simply wondered thought in my dress trying not to draw attention to myself, I spotted on a board of people the name of my sister. I also saw not far away on the list a name I remembered from what feels like so long ago Benny watts I remember that name it's funny but since that day I had I suppose you could call me a groupie if chess has groupies, fan I suppose.
I kept an eye on him, magazine articles of him, pictures of little things mostly even if I hid them under my bed not wanting Beth to know, I thought something pleasant about him and the fact I had beaten him so long ago even if no one knew that but him and I. It was like a secret we shared.
And just at that moment, a familiar voice spoke up
"Well, well, little y/n Harmon. What are you doing here?' I heard I turned and saw Benny much as I Last did in fact almost exactly like a picture I clipped from chess review not two weeks ago
"Benny watts" I smiled so excited to see him "ohh well just here for beth and all"
"Of course yeah, hopefully, I should at least get to play your legendary sister" he laughs "you know one of these days you should enter"
"Me? No, no chess is Beth's thing I wouldn't want to impose"
"Y/n if beth can wipe the floor with these boys you can do it with your eyes closed," he says
"Chess isn't my thing, never has been"
"You beat me"
"I haven't forgotten that Mr Watts" I blushed
"Aren't we growing up to be a proper lady?" He laughs "growing up a lot back home? Aren't you?" He asked as I caught his eyes lingering in me I blushed hard seeing such a thing
"Yes, I am"
"I can tell," he says "how about a game?"
"It's alright, you don't want to do too many today"
"Come on, just for fun," he says
"No thank you, how was Austin?"
"Sorry?"
"You were in Austin recently, how was it?"
"How do you know?"
"I keep up with chess review, well once beth is done with it" I smiled
"Do you? Are you keeping an eye on me?"
"I like keeping an eye on you" I smiled "so how was it?"
"It was Lovely"
"I always wanted to go..."
"I'll have to take you with me, next time" he smiled "just answer me something... honestly, I'm sure when Beth has things written about her in all these chess magazines she cuts them out and then lets you have them?"
"Yes" I nodded
"And then if it happened in those said chess magazines happen to have anything about... me in them, do you have a read?"
"Of course I do like I said I keep an eye" I smiled
"And would all those little clippings about me be in a secret box under your bed so beth doesn't find out what you've been doing?" He asked and I froze up completely "I take that as a yes, don't worry our little secret" he winked "I'm sure I'll see you later y/n" he smiled giving my hand a little kiss and he went off somewhere I assume for a game but as I watched him walk away I felt something strange. A horrible pain in my stomach...
Part 5: A Woman
I ran as fast as my feet would carry me up to the room, my mother and beth both gone already I ran to the bathroom pulling up my dress and my many petticoats seeing the trail of thick red blood that had begun to form as my stomach cracked with the horrific pain as badly as it had earlier. I pushed my dress off me and almost saw the blood coming out of me as I cried out in pain, I grabbed as much toiler paper as I could rolling it up and cleaning myself up and going back to watch beth.
"You alright darling?" Our adoptive mother asks
"Uhh yeah" I nodded
"what's wrong?" she asked pulling me to the side a little
"I uh I started"
"Ohh, first time?" she asks and I nodded a little scared almost in tears she handed me something from her handbag and a couple of pills "Go on it'll help," she says
"It hurts"
"they'll help with the pain"
"why does it have to hurt?"
"who knows" she sighed "But you're a woman now" she smiled
"Can... things cause it?"
"Like what darling?"
"Like... sinful things, or people?" I asked
"no of course not darling its a natural part of being a woman" she explained "All though... being excited doesn't help" she winked "why do you ask?"
"No reason" I smiled as I glanced across the hall to a table with benny playing against his opponent.
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Can I request the RFA suddenly meet old friends who were very close to them (maybe in their childhood, highschool,..), our boys said she's a good person but they're trying to separate the relationship between MC and the RFA (the RFA didn't notice this).MC told them about this and the RFA did not believe her, then they got into a fight, mc got hurt accidentally, plz.I love the angst, but can u make a happy ending?If it’s too much u don’t have to do it. I love ur blog btw, hope u have a great day!
Trigger Warning
RFA meeting an old friend of MC who acts nice but want to actually separate their relationship but only trusting Mc after she got hurt in an accident
Ohh hey! This is a really good request! It also would have been an amazing FanFic! Well, I hope you enjoy this Headcanon! Please feel free to tell me your opinion!
And by the way, I also love angst with a happy end! Thank you for your kind words!
PS. the headline says trigger warnings because I am unsure if this could trigger you guys so please read with caution.
You watched the group chat as the RFA was discussing whether to accept your friend as an RFA member.
Everyone loved her; the woman who once was your best friend.
The person who knew you the best.
But she was also the person who hurt you the most.
The lies she said, the actions with bad intentions…
Everything came to you as more and more flashbacks.
Ever since that happened back in University, you tried your best to cut contact.
However, your love for her was bigger, and instead of cutting off the toxic friendship, she managed to make you become the loneliest person on the campus, destroying your faith and innocent heart for other people.
You swore to yourself that you would never ever trust other people.
Not until you met the RFA and your partner. They made you feel strong, positive about relationships, and managed to show you support whenever you needed it.
But right now, that bad time was coming back.
As if nothing changed, history repeated and people began to love her more than you.
At least it seemed like that in your head. You decided to approach the person you thought would always support you. At least, you thought so.
Jumin
,,Jumin,“ you spoke up.
Your husband looked up from his phone as a smile decorated his face.
,,You never told me that you had such good friends,“ he spoke up first.
,,Well, actually, she isn’t a good friend to me. You know, maybe you guys shouldn’t hang out with her so much… she did some kind of hurtful things to me and-” you stopped as you saw Jumin’s face.
Why was he looking at you with that face?
As if you did something wrong, as if you were the bad person, just why?
,,You were the one who taught me to trust people!“ Jumin defended the woman who hurt you so deeply.
You tried to explain to him what happened.
,,She lied to me and to my friend! Because of her, I thought that my friend deceived me and vice versa!“ you told him.
How could he not trust you?
,,Maybe that was because you didn’t try to clear the misunderstanding,“ he told you, making you feel as if someone stabbed you in your back.
You rushed outside. You didn’t care about Jumin behind you, calling your name, and asking you to stop.
A fearful cry from him caused you to make a fatal mistake, looking back at him and not noticing the racing car which was approaching you.
The hit hurt so much. Your body crushed against the car and back on the hard floor, making you lose consciousness…
,,Mc! You‘re awake?!“ someone called your name.
You couldn’t really see the one who stood in front of you, but you knew perfectly well that this voice belonged to Jumin.
Even though you were still unable to move your limbs, you could feel Jumin kissing your hand.
,,I am sorry, that I… we didn’t trust you…“ he spoke up, making you notice that the RFA was there too.
,,Your friend won’t enter the RFA. Instead, we tried our best to make her go away forever,“‘ Seven laughed and began to explain how he found messages on her phone to get rid of you.
Zen
But you were kind of wrong.
Zen wasn‘t on your side at all. Instead, he was on her‘s.
Once again, he was on the phone with her, laughing at something she told him.
At that point, you cursed the day you met her with Zen at the entertainment company.
With a fake smile, she hugged you and whined that you didn’t contact her anymore.
However, you knew that she hurt you a lot.
And Zen apparently came to like her a lot.
So much so that she was already visiting the whole RFA as if you were the newcomer.
,,You don’t understand how much she destroyed!“ you whined.
,,TRUE! I DON‘T! You're just jealous, Mc!“ he told you.
Lies, you thought.
Lies.
Like always. Lies.
You took your back and rushed out, not looking back at Zen or evening caring about telling him something.
And then, without anyone noticing, you got into an accident.
While the paramedics were trying to save you, Zen was busy tidying up the room since your friend would come over.
Of course, the guilty was eating him from the inside, but right now he couldn’t change it.
And before Zen could keep on tidying up, the long-haired found something he shouldn’t read.
You diary.
The diary which page for page was about her, the one who caused your first panic attack, who made you think for two years that she was seriously sick, the one who played you against your friends.
And at that point he knew he screwed up.
Afterward, everything went over quickly.
Zen got called by the police, who told him that as you walked, you got hit by a stone that fell from a balcony and you were currently hospitalized.
At the same time, the girl who he thought was your friend passed by.
Zen couldn’t do differently and bashed her, telling her to literally fuck off before he would hit a girl for the first time.
,,I'm sorry,“ he sobbed late at night, your eyes still closed.
,,If you won’t wake up, I will fall asleep with you… so you’re free to choose yourself, whatever it will be. This time I will stay loyal to you,“
,,Dummy… of course I would choose life,“ you mumbled.
Yoosung
,,You’re my husband… why can’t you be loyal to me…?“ you begged him.
He just watched you as you shed tears in front of him, unable to give you an answer.
,,I just want you to trust me. Why do other people always come first? Am I not enough?
If the world was ending, wouldn’t I be enough? Do you need other people so bad?“ you sobbed.
,,Mc, I don’t understand your problem. We met your friend after such a long time and now you want us all to break contact? She’s so nice!“ Yoosung tried to explain, trying to touch you.
However, you flinched and stepped away.
,,Don’t touch me. If you don’t trust me, don’t touch me. I won’t forgive you for not trusting me… You’re unfair… Everyone is unfair… Why can’t you guys care about me? Why can’t you care about me the same way I care about you? Why is it always me who has to endure pain alone? Why?!“ you asked him and before he could stop you, you already ran off with the car key.
,,Mc is already missing for about three hours and isn’t answering her phone!“ Yoosung whined into the phone.
,,Don’t worry. And besides, it’s okay if she doesn’t come back.
Mc’s always been like this, as soon as something gets difficult she would go hiding. Don’t worry about her,“ your old friend said.
Yoosung gasped at the words your friend told him.
This wasn’t the way a friend should behave.
Without saying anything, Yoosung cut the call and instead called Seven, who immediately searched you.
,,Oh, oh… Oh my god,“ he gasped.
,,What?? Why? Seven??“ Yoosung cried.
,,Calm down, little man! I am going to pick you up, okay? Don’t freak out…“ Seven said and already cut the call to pick him up.
When the two of them arrived at the hospital, the other RFA members were already waiting in the parking lot.
Finally Seven spilled the tea, saying that he saw in the CCTV and that you were in an accident.
,,Two days already passed, Mc...the bad girl wasn’t accepted into the RFA so when you wake up, don’t worry. No one will replace you… and whatever she did back then, she won’t succeed another time… because we will stay by your side,“ Yoosung whispered before he fell asleep next to you.
,,Thank you…“
Jaehee
Tears kept flowing.
The thick drops were even louder than your breathing as you replayed what just happened.
You approached Jaehee to beg her to stay away from your toxic friend.
And then the argument.
You and her, who normally would work together, fought this time.
You even forgot what triggered you.
You just remembered how you got outside; alone in the dark.
The street lamp was the only thing illuminating the next five steps in front of you.
Suddenly, you shrieked as a dark figure approached you.
Fear was written all over your face and you were sure that the person in front of you could see that.
,,Who… are you?“ you whispered, trying your best to sound brave, but failing.
Instead, a sob left your mouth, making the stranger smirk.
The street echoed as you screamed as loudly as you could while the stranger stabbed you.
All he wanted was money.
You would have given it to him if he had just asked.
,,MC!“ you heard Jaehee and saw then her face.
And then darkness surrounded you.
,,She was always so stupid. That‘s why no one liked her back then in school.
It’s just better if you turn off the machines,“ you heard the one you once called your friend say.
You tried your best to open your eyes or say something, anything so that they wouldn’t kill you.
Anything, but nothing worked.
,,Please go. I don’t think that the RFA needs another member,“ you heard Jaehee say.
,,Don’t worry,“ she whispered and stroked your head.
,,I just realized everything and I will protect you,“ she kissed you, making you fall asleep in comfort.
Saeyoung
,,I thought since you’re a hacker you could see all her wrongdoings! But apparently, you’re blind!“ you hissed at him as you tried to beg him not to let her into the RFA.
However, you were already too late and realized that this ,,friend“ of yours already had all the data about the RFA.
Jumin said that maybe if you would give half the load of work to her so you wouldn’t work that much.
It would make it lighter for you.
In other words, you weren’t doing good enough.
They didn’t trust you with the work you were doing.
It hurt you.
It was a deep stab.
But you could keep going if your fiancé supported you.
Instead, he even did what the other person wanted.
No one trusted you.
You couldn’t trust anyone anymore either.
,,Someone leaked information about the RFA!“ the chat was in a fuss.
You knew who it was since you stopped working ever since she came into the RFA.
,,Mc was it! I can log in and see her email! Here‘s a screenshot.
Mc, how could you?
Why did you make the same mistake as back then in school?“ she typed in the chat.
You had to read the line four times until you realized that she was blaming you.
,,I’m disappointed,“ Saeyoung wrote.
That’s when you went you logged out and closed the app.
So she finally attacked you again, huh?
You were already waiting for it.
,,Mc!“ Saeran asked you and barged into the room.
,,You don’t trust me either, huh?“ you asked him, getting up and packing your stuff.
,,No, wait!“ your fiancé‘s brother tried to call you, to grab you.
However, it ended with you slapping his hand away, losing balance, and crashing down the stairs.
,,Did you push her?“ Saeyoung asked his brother.
,,ME?! WHY? I like her! And perhaps I do more than you! It’s your fault! If you would have trusted her, she wouldn’t have felt like that! If you would have supported her better… her friend faked the email. She was the one who leaked out the information,“ Saeran hissed, got up and left the hospital room, leaving an unconscious you behind him.
The next week, Saeyoung worked on finding out whether his brother was right or not and quickly kicked out the woman everyone thought was your friend.
,,From now on, I will trust you and listen to you. So open your eyes that you can scold me, okay?“ Saeyoung whispered and smiled as he saw your finger twitching.
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Arthur Fleck x reader: He gets...passionate after his coworkers don’t believe he has a girlfriend
Summary: You and Arthur have been dating for a little while. One day while he’s at work, he tells his coworkers he has a girlfriend. They don’t believe him, and mock him. He comes home to you, and you experience the passionate and dominant personality in the bedroom.
A/N: Hey guys. This is one of two BDSM/kink requests I received from someone here on tumblr. They requested to have Arthur become rough and dominant with the reader. The sex becomes intense and the reader uses the safe word but at the same time she doesn’t want him to stop, so Arthur keeps going. This is my first time writing something BDSM/kink related. I don’t participate in BDSM in real life, and I’m not sure if it’s something I’d be into. I’m also not extremely knowledgeable in these areas. I know basic things, but I don’t know if I know enough to do a good job writing it. I can’t see Arthur becoming rough and dominant for no reason. I think he would have to be in a bad mood or jealous. That being said, I don’t see any harm in writing something different. Warnings: rough sex, dominant behavior, possibly dub con, NSFW. If you’re underage, don’t read this. Anon, I hope you like this even if some things might be different from your request. The BSDM itself may be a bit softer than what you initially requested. I don’t think I’m experienced enough to write rougher BDSM. I also don’t have much experience writing NSFW content/smut in general, so I hope this is okay. Sorry it took so long 🙂 Please let me know if I missed any warnings.
It had been a long day for Arthur. He wasn’t invited to social gatherings very often, but on this particular night, he was. “Hey Arthur, me and the guys are gonna grab some drinks at the pub. Wanna come?” Gary was always nice to Arthur. It made him feel good to be included, but he felt bad he had to decline Gary’s invitation. “Thanks Gary, but I can’t. I need to get home to my girlfriend.” His coworkers were silent for a moment, but soon began laughing in disbelief. “Hey, boys. You hear that? Art got himself a little girlfriend,” Randall snorted. “Yeah sure, whatever you say, Artie. What girl in her right mind would want to be with you? I bet she’s with you out of pity.” One of the men said. “Yeah. That’s the funniest joke you’ve ever told, Arthur. Maybe you would make a good comedian after all.” “The poor girl probably hasn’t been with a real man before.” The last two men chortled. Gary was the only person who wasn’t laughing at Arthur. He gave him a sympathetic look and signaled he would see him the next morning. The last thing Arthur heard from one of the men as he left Ha-Ha��s was “See you tomorrow. Give it to her good, big man,” followed by more laughter.
Arthur didn’t take the subway home. He walked. He was fuming. They had the nerve to mock you like that. He was used to being made fun of. It wasn’t new to him at all. But to suggest that you had no experience, that you had never been with a man before, that you were only with him because you pitied him and didn’t know what you wanted was more insulting to him. ‘How dare they talk about her like that? Y/N is the person that makes me feel the happiest I’ve ever felt. She’s amazing. If she has any doubts about me being a real man, she won’t have any after tonight. I’ll give it to her good alright.’ He felt heat building up in his stomach. He was determined to eliminate any doubts you might have.
He made it to the apartment and quickly unlocked the door, opening it. You were getting ready to make dinner. “Hey Arthur how was-” you were interrupted as he grabbed you, nipping the side of your neck. It wasn’t hard enough to case pain, but it got your attention. You gasped at the sensation, and he kissed you. He kissed you roughly, and nipped your bottom lip. You felt your face heat up. “I need you. Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” You nodded and went to the bedroom. Arthur was very glad he had already washed his clown makeup off and changed back into his regular clothes before he left Ha-Ha’s. He was very eager to be with you.
You were laying on the bed waiting for him. He was always stunned by how beautiful your body looked, even though he had seen you naked several times. He got a soft scarf out of one of the drawers and tied your hands together. “You’re always so good for me.” He became rougher in his actions. He kisssed you again, rougher, it was more demanding. He made his way to your neck and bit you. “Fuck!” It wasn’t painful. It surprised you more than anything. Arthur usually got a bit more dominant when he had bad days. You decided you would ask him about it once he had gotten everything out of his system. You found it attractive when he took control. “That’s right, baby. After tonight any doubts you have about me will be put to rest.” You weren’t sure what he was talking about, but you didn’t have much time to think about it. He left little bite marks has he moved down your body.
When he finally made his way between your legs., you whimpered as he nipped each of your thighs. Your core was throbbing and you tried to break free from your binds. Arthur had tied them tightly so you couldn’t break free. He noticed you were trying to break free. “I want to touch you. Please.” Your plea went straight to his groin. “No. I’m not done yet. If you’re good and wait just a little bit longer, I’ll untie you.” You nodded and let him continue. His breath was warm against you. He was finally where you needed him. He ate you like he was starving. He wasn’t usually this aggressive when going down on you, so whatever happened must’ve upset him. You didn’t mind. It felt amazing. He applied more pressure and went deeper inside of you. “Ohh my god, Artie.” Your voice was barely audible. He groaned, sending a pleasurable vibration through you. Your body felt like it was on fire and you felt your stomach tighten. You were close, but just as you were about to come, Arthur pulled away. You whined in frustration. He was removing his pants. “You’re doing so well. Tell me what you want.” You were overwhelmed and almost breathless. “You. I want all of you, Artie.” He untied your hands. “Hold onto me.” His voice was slightly lower than usual. You grabbed onto his shoulders. He finally thrusted inside you, roughly. You were startled by the slight pain. He kept going. His thrusts were brutal. It felt like the wind was being knocked out of you. You said your safe word, but you didn’t really want him to stop. You dug your nails into his shoulders as a way to steady yourself. The mix of pain and pleasure was enough to send you over the edge.
Arthur helped you sit up. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I heard you say your safe word, but I couldn’t stop since I was in the middle of an orgasm.” “I know. It’s okay. I was just overwhelmed by everything. You didn’t hurt me.” “Are you sure?” You cupped his face in both hands. “Yes, Arthur. I promise you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m fine.” “Do you want me to run you a bath?” “A bath sounds nice.” Once you finished your bath, the two of you ate dinner and watched a movie. “So what happened today to get you riled up? Was it work again?” “Yeah. Gary invited me to go have drinks with him and the guys tonight, and when I told them about you, they didn’t believe me. They laughed at me, and lightly insulted you. I took it personally especially what they said about you. Well , everyone except Gary. Gary didn’t laugh or say mean things. He’s always nice.” “Well, why don’t I come to your work and meet the guys.” “I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Y/N.” “Oh, come on, why not? I’m a big girl. Besides, think of the look on their faces when I throw their shit back at them. It’ll be fun. I’ll get to meet this Gary you talk so much about.” Arthur sighed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get you to change your mind. “Okay you can come. Just be careful.” “Everything will be fine, you don’t need to worry.” You kissed him on the forehead and continued watching the movie. The next day would be very interesting, indeed.
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The Candyman Can || Spencer Reid
Request: YES/NO
Gender: none (I don’t believe there is by skimming what I’ve written however there may be a mistake idk)
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR ZUGZWANG (8x12), mention of gunshot and blood, talk of depression, I think that’s it?
Description: Maeve was gone, what more could one wish for than the Candyman?
Part 2: https://snitchthewitch.tumblr.com/post/623363610267320320/the-candyman-can-rainbow-connection-spencer
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The gunshot rang out and it seemed to go in slow motion as Maeve and Diane fell to the floor in the pool of their own blood, Spencer's kneecaps hit the hard concrete flooring, echoed with his loud sobs. The atmosphere changed and everyone could feel it, hell, you swore you could see the atmosphere change too.
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Spencer could hear the voices of his friends outside his door.
“Knock twice if you’re conscious”
It took a moment but Spencer knocked twice, the weight of his arm felt heavier than anything else, his heart tugged as his arm fell and he heard JJ talking too.
“He knows we’re ALL here for him!”
And then their footsteps retreated down the stairs and away from him. It all felt unreal, a fever dream, a hallucination of sorts. As Spencer stood up he took in his surroundings, the books littering the room, the discarded clothes; everything was new in his perspective but it all felt so normal, like the books had been there for all of his life instead of 14 days. He knew why. He was in the five stages of grief; he wanted to say it was depression, and with the evidence strewn around his room anyone else would say the same, but it also felt like he was in denial, or maybe bargaining? He made the choice, he told Diane him for her but she didn't take it, the kiss told him; she didn't believe his unbelievable lie even at face value. As the world turned sideways with his hands clutching the last thing Maeve and himself shared he heard the telltale ring of his voicemail receiver.
It was Derek, calling again.
His voice sounded numb to Spencer's ears as it kept ringing, the echo of the gunshot still evident in his ears, ringing, throbbing. It hurt. It hurt alot. Was this what Hotch felt when he was blown back from the explosion those years ago? That was a hard day for all of them, the irony from Spencer's thoughts almost made him chuckle. Almost.
The phone receiver echoed the room again and Spencer groaned inwardly, he stood quickly to hang it up but was too slow as it went through and your voice cut through the air.
“Spence! Uh, hey,” your chuckle rang through the air as Spencer stood standing still, “okay so this may be a little weird but um. Okay. When i was younger my dad would sing this song to me to help calm me down from anything and it always worked. Now i'm not saying it works for everyone don't get me wrong,” Spencer could hear the smile in your voice and swore he could hear your footsteps as you paced, what he guessed would be the conference room, “but, i just want to try and help so. I'm going to hang up, call you back and well,” the pause was evident as Spencer waited, “sing to you,” your grin was evident and Spencer could hear it. A moment passed as you hung up and suddenly Spencer was filled with, not exactly happiness but, an emotion close to, with his brain the way it is he couldn't think of the english dictionary.
The phone rang again, and Spencer considered actually picking up the phone but instead let it ring through.
He wanted to hear your voice. You weren't exactly the bestest of friends but you were good friends, enough to be okay to be able to do this for Spencer without either of you feeling uncomfortable.
“Who can take the sunrise?” your voice rang out, this was an unknown song to Spencer, “sprinkle it with dew,” Spencer sat on his couch as he listened, “cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two?” your voice was picking up, your emotions coming out almost making Spencer smile, “the candy man!” your voice went up an octave, “the candy man can, the candyman can because he mixes it with love” you emphasized ‘love’ at the end of your sentence, directing it to Spencer, “and makes the world taste good~” that’s when he realised. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It was your favourite book and favourite movie; the number 1 thing you ever talked about, always mentioning it in any moment you could. You had said multiple times to the team that you would stop because it was annoying but they always made sure to remind you it didn't annoy them and was actually nice to have something so positive within their line of work that didn't include the saving of lives. “Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh,” your voice continued, which took Spencer by surprise; were you going to sing the whole song? “Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry-lemon pie?” this sounded more like a question towards Spencer than any of the others, and he couldn't help the corners of his mouth turn up into a small smile and mouth ‘the candy man’, “the candy man? The candy man!” a tear slid down Spencer cheek as he sniffled, were you really doing this just so he could feel some sort of ‘better’? You of all people? He wasn't complaining, he was glad, the same as he was glad Garcia always asked if he was okay and sent those baskets; Derek made sure to mention how Garcia was feeling, “the candy man can”. Spencer heard the tremble in your voice, you were crying. Were you? You masked it too well for him to know, he heard a door open, “y-yeah i'll be there in a second,” your normal voice said before you sighed, “i'll finish this verse then leave you, um, where was i?” you thought for a moment, mumbling the previous lyrics, “ah right! The candyman can because he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good~” he could hear the smile etched onto your face, “we uh, we’ve got a case Spencer so, i have to go but, i hope that did something, i don't sing for everyone you know,” your laugh echoed happily, “even if you just listened with no emotion, but, we love you Spence,” you sighed as your voice wavered, “dont-dont ever forget that,” and with that you hung up.
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“Hey Spencer!” your voice came through the receiver, he didn't pick up and let it go to voicemail but you sounded happy nonetheless, it was a few days after your first singing session with him, “i don't know if you liked it before but i told Derek and the team what i did for you, the simple singing...thing,” he could hear the grin, “and they said i should continue it! So, here's a new song, hang up on me anytime Spence i don't mind,” Spencer could hear you take in a breath before starting the new song, this time the sound of a ukulele coming through the phone; you knew how to play an instrument, “Somewhere over the rainbow,” Spencer recognized this one right away, “way up high, and the dreams that you dream of, once in a lullaby, I” he stood closer to the phone to hear you clearly as he held the book Maeve had gifted him all those days ago, “oh, somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly, and the dreams that you dream of dreams really do come true, ohh, ohh,” he didn't realise it but a few tears slid down his cheek, were his emotions coming back? Well they never left technically he knew that, they just got buried down for awhile. “Someday I wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind. Me, where trouble melts like lemon drops, high above the chimney tops that's where,” you wanted Spencer to sing with you, “you'll find me, oh, somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly, and the dreams that you dare to, oh why, oh why. Can’t i? i?” Before Spencer's brain could recognize what he was doing he picked up the phone and held it to his ear but it didn't stop you, you musnt have realised he picked up.
“Someday i wish upon a star,” Spencer gravelly voice came through the speaker before you could get the next lyric out as a grin took over your face and continued the chords and sung with Spencer, “wake up where the clouds are far behind, me,” Spencer let you take over the next lyric
“Where trouble melts like a lemon drops, high above the chimney tops that's where,” you paused for Spencer.
“You’ll find me” Spencer finished, he sniffled softly as you both continued the song.
“Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high, and, the. Dreams that you dare to oh why, oh why. Can’t i? i?” your voices meshed together in a weird beauty, of a gravely and recently unused voice and a smooth, vocal lessoned voice, you both harmonized together for the final ‘oohs’ before the ukulele faded out and you grinned.
“Nice to have you back Spence,” you said softly, “um, i gotta get back to work but, i'll call again in a few days, see how you're going,” Spencer could still hear the grin in your voice over the phone.
“Thank you,” was all Spencer said before he hung up the line, it was abrupt but you took it in best emotions.
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“It’s a force of habit,” a new voice cut through the thin air.
Reid.
“Reid”
“Spence”
J.J. went up to the disheveled man and gave him a comforting hug as the rest of the team came forward, yourself included.
“I didn't expect you back this soon, you sure you’re ready?” Hotch asked Spencer.
“No, but i think i figured something out,” Spencer replied, his voice was down an octave or two, the stubble didn't fit the Spencer you knew and you didn't want it to fit the new one if it meant you could have the old one back. Spencer looked at the team as if he was back in motion, squaring his shoulders and straightening his back Spencer started explaining what he knew about the case and what he had figured out.
You stayed back while Hotch and Spencer talked for a moment before Hotch left the room, he gave you a side glance that told you everything you needed to know; ‘stay back, help him’, and then the unit chief was gone and Spencer looked to you for a moment with tear filled eyes. Grabbing his hand softly you brought Spencer to a closed and unused conference room, the moment the click of the lock echoed through the room Spencer wrapped his arms around you as his shoulders jiggled; he was crying. It was the soft but comforting hold you had around Spencer that made him cry a little harder, suppressed sobs turned into small gasps of air as your shirt soaked through to your skin but it didn't matter either way to you; he was letting you in. The soft cushions of the couch gave way as you and Spencer sat on the fabric before laying down slowly, your touches were soft and hesitant, not wanting to ruin the moment to make the situation worse.
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The plane ride was quiet as you sat in front of Spencer, when walking onto the plane Spencer had held your wrist from the stairs until you two sat down together, wanting to be around someone he knew and would somewhat understand. You could feel a presence come from behind but you didn't want to look.
“I counted five baskets,” J.J.’s voice floated from behind, Spencer gave a tight smile.
“Seven but I think Miss Cavenar next door may have taken a couple,” Spencer replied, you grinned at the thought of an old woman stealing woven baskets from outside the 30 year old Spencer's door. J.J. laughed too as you heard another set of footsteps coming to a halt next to J.J. as Spencer started talking again, “i'm really sorry if i've been kind of…” Spencer trailed off as you stopped him.
“Spence, dont.” you shook your head, “no”
“Kid,” Derek addressed, “i didn't mean for you to come all the way out there”
“I know,”
“Listen, if you need anything at all,” Derek offered, “you just have to ask,” you looked back to Derek and J.J. as J.J. nodded and so did you.
“Actually if you guys dont mind i could use some help with something,” Spencer said quickly, it caught you all off guard but you let a small grin overtake your lips.
“Name it”
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The room was silent as J.J and Derek restored the bookshelves, Garcia and Spencer restored the fridge with fresh food with the blonde even cooking a few meal preps for Spencer so that he didn't have to worry too much about not eating. You worked on restoring the walls, furniture and packing away the geographic profiles and newspaper clippings from the previous case. It didn't take long with the team effort as you heard the sizzle in the kitchen from Garcia's cooking, J.J. and Derek slotting and sorting through the books, talking occasionally to find where each title went with you sitting on the floor with a needle and thread; patching up the holes in the couch as well as deep cleaning when it's done. In no time at all you all finished your jobs and one by one disembarked back to your homes. Derek, J.J. and Garcia all gave Spencer a hug as they left together; leaving you and Spencer alone.
“Thank you,” Spencer said softly as he sat on the newly patched up couch, the screech of the curtains opening made Spencer finally look up from his twiddling hands to see you bringing more light into the room.
“We’re all here for you Spence,” you reminded the boy, he was finally clean shaved and showered as you sat next to him.
“Not that,” the man remarked, “for singing to me all those weeks ago,” this took you by surprise, you didn't expect a thank you for something you had done for the sake of doing it.
“It’s...it’s alright Spencer,” you said with a nervous smile.
“I really enjoyed it,” Spencer said with a soft smile, he could see your eyes twinkle with a new found light at what he said.
“Thats...that's good Spencer, I'm glad,” you grinned and ruffled your hair as a nervous tick, “I'm glad you enjoyed it otherwise that would be kind of awkward” you laughed as Spencer's thumbs twiddled.
“Would…” the boy paused a second and his voice became hoarse, was he going to cry? “Could we continue it?” Spencer asked, “the singing thing I mean, you don't have to (Y/n), but I just…” his sentence trailed off as his brown hughes turned to your smiling face.
“Yeah, we can continue it Spencer I don't mind,” you said happily, “I'd be happy to do it, you don't have to sing with me but I'm more than happy to sing for you!” your fingers started to tap the tempo for a song on your knee.
“How many instruments do you know?” Spencer asked, “maybe, maybe we can do a duet?” his laugh was evident on the end of his sentence, “i'll play the piano”
“I forgot you learnt the piano,” you said with a grin as the memories came back to you of the autistic boy who played piano. A stiff silence overtook the room as you and Spencer sat next to each other, knees just barely touching before Spencer finally opened his mouth to talk again.
“Would you be able to sing to me now?” The question was sudden, like Spencer couldn't control when or how he said it before he himself caught up to the fact he said it; surprising himself. You grinned.
“Of course Spence,” you said happily, “Any requests?” you asked. Spencer shook his head no, “right,” you thought for a moment and went through the movies you recently watched with music in it before snapping your fingers, “ah ha!” you cleared your throat in a joking manner, causing Spencer to grin, before you started singing, “look for the,” you grinned, “bare necessities!” Spencer grinned, “the simple bare necessities!” you stood up as you sung and started dancing, shaking your body and singing happily before holding your hand out to invite Spencer in to dance with you. He accepted reluctantly and before you knew it the pair of you were singing a disney classic and dancing together.
It wouldn't be perfect, it will definitely take time, but that time you were willing to pay for if it meant more moments like this to help a friend.
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Friends
Present day
“(y/n)!” Harry’s voice echoed through your flat and you laughed quietly, covering your mouth with your hand so that your hiding space would not be revealed. It was the first time seeing Harry in almost 4 months, which was nearly a record for the two of you. Unfortunately due to Harry being in LA when the COVID-19 crisis began, your longtime streak of seeing each other at least twice a month had been broken and you had been separated, forced to only chat through text, calls, and FaceTime. It worked....but it wasn’t the same. You missed his arms around you, the way he laughed at your jokes, winked when he wanted to get his way, and of course his dad jokes. Harry had been your best friend for over 10 years now, which meant you had been with him through it all. From the auditions at the X-Factor to One Direction and then his solo career. You were the one thing that was always a constant in his life, just as he was a constant in yours. “(y/n)....” Harry’s voice was quieter but closer, he must've heard you laughing. You held your breath, preparing to jump from the corner of the kitchen as he walked around. His body past the nook you were hiding in, his hair held up with a clip, jogging shorts and jacket on. Harry stood in the living room with a frown looking around. “Where did yo-”
“Ahhhh!” you jumped out, grabbing his shoulders and jumping onto his back with a laugh. “Hey there.” you giggled into his ear.
Harry laughed and shook his head, “Jesus woman, why can’t you just greet me like a normal person?”
“Normal people aren’t fun and you know it.” you hoped off and he spun around arms open. You walked into them with a smile. “I missed you.”
“I missed you to love.” He pressed a lingering kiss onto the top of your head, your cheeks blushing pink and the butterflies slowly taking flight in your stomach. Even though you had been friends for 10 years, only recently in the last 2 years had you realized that Harry made you feel a certain way, almost as if you had just realized that he was no longer a 16 year old boy, but a grown man. Of course, you had never acted on these new feelings. You supported him through relationships and break ups, never crossing the friend lines that been drawn early on in the relationship. You pulled away from him reluctantly, looking into his emerald green eyes. “How have things been?”
“Well...I broke up with Max...”
“Thank god, it’s about time. He was terrible.” Harry smiled while jumping onto the couch and you just shook your head at him, continuing on.
“Other than that, same old same old. Been waiting for you to come home. It’s been so long, I’ve resorted to drinking with Lou.” you shrugged and watched his facial expression change.
“Ah I did hear that. I’ve received some videos of you two laying around the pool absolutely wasted.” You bit your lip wondering what exactly Louis had sent him. Even though Harry was your best friend, you and Louis had really connected during the days of One Direction and you stayed in touch with him over the years. You could tell him anything, and in fact, you did tell him everything, including your newly found feelings for Harry. Louis had endlessly teased you days after the confession, but if Harry knew anything, he didn’t let on.
“It’s a good time.” you laughed, letting out a breath of relief knowing your secret was still safe while crawling across the couch to his lap. You let out a gentle sigh as you fell into your favorite position. Your head on his shoulder, your legs tucked up and across his legs. “How are things with you?”
“Well I had to reschedule tour, I participated in some of the protests in LA and then also have been working on some writing and the One Direction reunion and anniversary stuff.”
“Ohh yeah. Louis won’t tell me shit about that. Wanna clue me in?”
“It’s a secret.”
“A secret?”
“Yeah, can’t tell ya, I’d have to kill ya and why would I ever want to have to do that to my best friend.”
“Ugh...” you groaned. “No fair. I’ve been with you through it all. I feel like I should be the first to be clued in.”
“Well on July 22 at 11:59 pm, you will be the first to know.” Harry gave you a wink to which you just rolled your eyes and focused on the tv.
“Can you at least tell me if I’m in any of it?” you looked up at him, batting your eyelashes.
“I didn’t know you were part of the band” he teased.
“I mean, I basically am. I was there for like every major event wasn’t I? I’m the one who got you all through the drama....the interviews....shows....pretty much everything come to think of it.”
“Hmm is that so?” Harry shifted so that you were lounging in his arms, his eyes able to focus on you.
“Mhm...”
He pressed a kiss to your nose and grinned. “I think you may be right there... but that doesn’t mean you’re involved in whatever it is we are doing.” You wanted to think of a comeback but your brain was a little fuzzy after watching his lips move to your nose. You sat up and moved off of his body, trying to ease your body’s tension.
“Can you believe it’s been almost 10 years since you auditioned...”
Harry shook his head with a smile. “No I really can’t....it’s been a decade since my life has changed....”
“Look at everything you’ve done in 10 years....it’s pretty crazy.” You closed your eyes, allowing your brain to think back to that day. The day you knew it would all change for him.
July 23, 2010
“(y/n)?” his voice squeaked through the phone. You could hear the tears and the slight shake of his breath. Oh, no.....he didn’t make it.... You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, waiting to console him.
“Yeah?” you managed to squeak out, your heart aching for the curly haired boy who’s dream was about to be shattered. You had been sure they would say yes. He was an amazing singer and a down to earth person. He was destined to be a star.
“They put me into a group. Simon...he placed me with four other boys. I get to move on with my new band.”
You could almost hear the smile in his voice. He must’ve been crying from happiness, or maybe stress....either way he had done it. You were crying along with him now as well, immensely proud of the boy who worked in a bakery, the boy with the heart of gold, and most importantly, your best friend. “Harry I’m so happy for you! Tell me all about it! How was it meeting Simon Cowell? Did he like your song? Who are your new bandmates? Are they nice? Do the sing well? Are they better dancers than you?” you teased him.
You heard him laugh lightly, making you smile even bigger. “Simon seems cool, it was his idea to place us together. I don’t know about the other boys...I think one of their names is Louis...and maybe there’s a Neil...or Niall...something like that. We all thought we were going to be kicked off. We made it with some yes’ but then weren't chosen and now we are in a band and I guess we will have to see what happens. But they did like my song, Simon was asking me about what pies were popular before I sang.”
“You told them you worked in a bakery?”
“Of course, they asked about what I did.” You laughed, shaking your head and smiling at the goof on the phone. Only Harry would bring up the fact that he worked in a bakery. “I have to go, they are calling all of our names. I think I’m going to invite them to my dad’s house, that way we can get started. Maybe you could stop by?”
“Maybe..just let me know when you’re there.”
“Alright...I will.”
“Oh and Harry?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m really happy for you. I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks (y/n). I’ll talk to you soon yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay...bye.”
“Bye Harry.” You hung up the phone and screamed, startling everyone in the park you were walking through. “MY BEST FRIEND IS GOING TO BE FAMOUS!”
Present day:
“It really is. I’m glad I’ve had you with me for the ride too.” Harry nudged your side before standing up and walking to the kitchen. “So what are we having for dinner?”
“Tacos?” you laughed. Harry would always come over for Taco Tuesday, and it was always a go to dinner for the two of you.
“You’re speaking my language now.” Harry smiled.
The two of you got to work, pulling out all the stops for taco night. “So...are you seeing anyone?” you asked while cutting the tomatoes for salsa. You didn’t look up, you really didn’t want to know if he was seeing anyone, you wanted to know if he was single.
“Not right now...I’ve just been focusing on me.” Harry answered. You met his eyes and smiled. “There is someone though.”
There it is. The gut wrenching, stomach flipping answer you always received. There was always someone with Harry, and the fact it wasn’t you, just didn’t sit well. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I just don’t know where it’s going yet.”
You sighed and looked at him again. You always did this, always gave him advice on what to do.”Well, you should go for it. If you like her then maybe...maybe she’s the one.”
“Maybe.” He said thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I don’t want to risk anything.”
“How will you know until you try though?”
“That’s true... maybe I’ll plan my move.”
“Good idea.” you tossed everything into a bowl and stirred, not saying anything. You knew you couldn’t be upset when you hadn’t actually talked to Harry about your feelings, but at the same time you were upset he never even considered you in that type of way.
You didn’t say much at dinner despite the hundreds of questions Harry was asking you. You just weren't in the mood anymore. You were cleaning up the dishes lost in your thoughts when Harry’s arms went around your waist. You looked up and he smiled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“(y/n) come on, I’ve been your best friend for 10 years I know when you’re lying.”
“It’s fine..it’s nothing.” Harry rested his chin on your shoulder and waited. “Really. It’s all good.”
“Okay.” He stood up letting go and moving to help finish up. “So, what about you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“What’s it to you?” you laughed. “You never like the guys I date anyways.”
“That’s because they don’t deserve a girl like you.”
“And who does?” you turned and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Harry debated on answering. He was working through the process in his head.
Instead of answering he tugged you closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Someone. Just none of the guys you have dated.”
You were used to Harry being affectionate. You and him had always been touchy, which is why everyone used to think you were dating. Harry would kiss you nose, forehead, cheeks, head, hands. You would lay on his lap, play with his hair, and even snuggle in bed. It’s how your friendship was and how you hoped it would always be. “Someone? That’s the answer I get.”
“Yeah. Someone.” He laughed and gripped your hand in his. “Now come on, I believe we have a movie night planned.”
“Lead the way.”
Harry tugged you to the couch, tossing your favorite blanket to you while grabbing the remote. He took his seat and you took yours, snuggling up together while the movie played. You were exhausted, tired out from the emotions and your work day. You kept yawning, trying to stay awake but eventually you ended up tangled in Harry’s body, out cold.
You were flat on his chest, your legs tangled in his when you woke up. Light was streaming through the blinds and you knew it was the next morning. Harry’s arms were tightly wrapped around your back, ensuring you wouldn’t roll off his body. You tried climbing off him, but his response was a grunt and an even tighter grip.
“Well isn’t this just adorable.” You jumped up, turning around and finding Louis in the kitchen, making himself a cup of tea. Harry also sat up, confused. You felt your cheeks get hot at the look Louis was giving you. You climbed off Harry and brushed your hair back, suddenly realizing you weren't wearing pants. You tugged the shirt down farther, earning a laugh from Louis. Harry frowned at Louis and tossed you the blanket, allowing you to cover up and run to the bedroom to change.
You got dressed and headed to the kitchen where the guys were talking. “She’s just a friend.” you heard Harry say. You froze, leaning against the wall.
“Well does she know that? You two seem pretty close.” Louis commented.
“Yeah, of course. I’m into someone else anyway.”
“Whatever you say Harry, just don’t be surprised when she ends up heartbroken because of you.”
“She won’t. I won’t let it get that far.” Your heart fell. He only thought of you as a friend and was interested in someone else. He had basically told you that last night but hearing him confirm it with Louis hurt more. Why couldn’t he just give you a chance. Your phone buzzed and your ex Max’s number popped up. *Can we talk. Please.* You wanted to say no. You had used Max in the beginning and then realized what a dick he was. At the same time, Harry hated Max. If you dated him, maybe Harry dating this other girl wouldn’t hurt as much.
*Yeah. Come pick me up.* You hit send and walked into the kitchen with a frown.
“Well there’s the princess.” Louis laughed. “Looking awfully unhappy this morning aren’t we.”
You ignored him, brushing past the boys and to the fridge for some orange juice. “What’s wrong?” Harry asked, confused what had happened since last night.
“Nothing.” you didn’t make eye contact with him.
“Okay, well what are your plans today...I was thinking we could hangout.”
“Actually Max is picking me up soon.”
“What?” Harry and Louis turned to you with surprised looks.
“You said you broke up with him.” Harry grumbled.
“You said he was a dick.” Louis added.
“Well he asked to talk to me and I figured why not.” you answered pouring a cup.
“That’s a terrible idea.” Louis crossed his arms and shook his head. “Where would you ever get the idea that was good.”
“Well after talking to Harry about him making his move, I figured why not try mine. Maybe Max isn’t that bad.”
“Or maybe he is.” Harry crossed his arms and frowned. “You’re best friend is finally here and you’re not going to hang out with him?”
“Maybe you can make your move with the other girl while I’m making mine.” you stated, taking a sip.
Louis nodded, suddenly understanding where this was all coming from. He was aware you had heard the conversation. “Interesting plan. Well I better be going. We are all going out tonight yeah? (y/n) bring Max. Harry bring your girl and I’ll bring El. It’ll be fun.”
You nodded agreeing and Harry nodded as well, glaring at you as he walked out the door. “You’re not really going to trust Max again are you?”
“I don’t know.”
“(y/n).”
“Harry.”
“You can’t-” Harry was cut off by the doorbell.
“Max is here. Can you lock up when you leave?” you weren't in the mood for a lecture from Harry. You knew it wasn't fair to be mad at him but you really were frustrated with the whole thing.
Harry nodded, grabbing your arm as you walked out the door. “Just remember...you’re worth more than that asshole standing on the porch. You may not realize it, but you’re beautiful inside and out. You deserve better.” Harry let you go, his eyes burning into your back as you walked out to the porch where Max was standing.
“Hey-” Your mind wasn’t listening to him. It was thinking back to the first time Harry had said that to you.
September 11, 2011:
You were sitting on Harry’s couch. It was a big day for the band. They were releasing their first single today. You wanted to be happy for Harry and the other guys, but instead you were focused on James, your now ex boyfriend. “Penny for your thoughts?” Harry asked, jumping next to you with a grin. You shook your head and wiped the tear that was falling. “Come on (y/n)...something’s wrong...let me help.”
“James broke up with me. He said I wasn’t pretty enough...that I wasn’t skinny enough....” You looked into Harry’s eyes with tears falling down your cheeks. “Why aren’t I good enough H?”
“Stop. That’s ridiculous. You are more than enough. You are beautiful, and you are you. All of those things, the things he said weren’t good enough...they make you YOU. And you, my love, are the most beautiful girl I know.”
You smiled and wiped your tears with your sleeve. “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”
“No I’m not. I swear.” He grinned. “You turn heads when you walk through doors. He’s an idiot if he doesn’t see that.” Harry pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back. “In fact, our new single is actually perfect for you right now.”
“It is”
“Yeah, and I’m going to sing it for you.” Harry pushed your butt to the couch and grinned. “You’re insecure, don’t know what for, you’re turning heads when you walk through the door, don’t need make up, to cover up, being the way that you are is enough, everyone else in the room can see it, everyone else but you, baby you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair is enough, and when you smile at the ground it aint hard to tell, you don’t know oh oh, you don’t know you’re beautiful, oh oh, that’s what makes you beautiful.” Harry placed a kiss on your nose and smiled. “You’re beautiful (y/n). Don’t let others tell you differently.”
“You’re single is beautiful Harry.” You hugged him tightly and laughed for the first time all day. “I’m so proud of you. Like really, you’re going to go places, and this song, this song will get you there.”
“I’m excited, but promise me you’ll always stay and be part of the journey with me?”
“I promise.”
You and Harry had spent the day watching the song climb in charts, all over the world. The response was overwhelming and again, you were more than excited that Harry was able to live out his dream.
Present day:
“Uh, (y/n)....are we good to go?” Max repeated himself, pointing at the car. You nodded, shaking the images from your head. Harry needed to be put in the past. He didn’t love you that way, not the way that Max did.
“Yeah, sorry. Let’s go.” You climbed in the car, watching Harry stand on the porch and let you leave. If he really wanted me, he would’ve stopped me. He would’ve made an effort to actually let you know he felt more. Max drove off and you sat there awkwardly, Harry still stuck in your mind. “So how have things been?” you finally turned to him and forced a smile.
“Fine.” Max kept his eyes on the road, his voice harsh and cold.
“Uh...later tonight, Eleanor, Louis, and Harry are going out, do you want to come with?”
“Sure.”
“Okay...” You looked out the window, regretting this decision. Maybe being single was better than this. Max pulled off at a park and got out. You followed his lead, still uncertain that this was a good idea. “So you wanted to talk?” You sat on the bench next to him.
“Yeah.” You looked over at him, he was focused on the tree in the distance.
“What about?”
“I think we should get back together.” He looked over at you and you froze. You knew this was coming and yet, you weren’t ready to give an answer.
“Why’s that?” Now you were the one focused on the tree.
“I miss you. I miss us.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I mean we had some fun right?”
“I guess...” you bit your lip. You and Max had started as a fwb type of thing and then you had pushed him to being in a relationship after saying you no longer wanted that. Now he was coming back saying he missed you? “Do you just miss the sex or do you miss me.”
“The se- well both I mean.” Max gripped your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him and then he shoved his lips to your mouth. It was in no way the gentle kiss that you know Harry would give. This was a kiss that was trying to take control. “God I missed you.” he mumbled against your lips. His hands were already trying to slip into your shirt, his length pushing against you as he tugged you to his lap harshly. You tried getting up, breaking the kiss, but his hands held you tightly, a little too tightly actually.
“Max.” you pushed back on his chest, breaking the kiss. “Max stop.”
“What? What the hell?” He grabbed your wrist and prevented you from moving, causing you to wince in pain. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“I-”
“No shut the fuck up.” You watched him raise his hand, and closed your eyes. Max had hit you a few times in the past, but usually after getting blackout drunk and aggressive. His hand didn’t hit you, and when you opened your eyes he had lowered it back to your wrist. “Let’s just get in the car.” Max was pissed and you were slightly afraid to get back in his car.
“I-I’m just going to stay here.” you mumbled.
“What?”
“I’m going to stay here.” you said louder and more confidently.
“Like hell you are.” he mumbled, dragging you towards the car. He opened the door and yelled, “GET IN THE CAR (y/n).”
“No.” you tried pulling loose of his grip. “Let me go.” You were pushing against him trying to free your hand. He laughed madly before throwing you to the ground and laying a foot into your side. You cried out, curling into a ball away from him.
“You’re a fucking whore. You pathetic little bitch.” He spit on you and then laughed. “Don’t ever call me again.”
You laid on the ground as he drove away, tears streaming down your face. You didn’t know what to do, you were now stuck at some random park alone, and in pain. You grabbed your phone, debating on who to call for help. Harry would come and give you the supporting words you knew you needed, but he would be upset at the state you were in, and he would be mad that Max left you alone. In fact, he would be pissed. Louis was your other option. He wouldn’t press but would be disappointed knowing everything that had happened in the past. “Louis.” you cried into the phone. “Can you come get me.”
You were sitting in the parking lot when he pulled up. You luckily weren’t injured. You’re side hurt from where he had kicked you, but other than a bruise that would form, you knew you would be okay. You had wiped the tears, and tried to look presentable, but the minute Louis walked out of the car, you broke down. He held you in his arms, rubbing your back as you told him everything. Everything that you had heard about Harry, everything Max had just done, and how you were afraid of what else would happen. “Shh, come on love, let’s get you home.” Louis didn’t say anything, he just drove you home and sat with you as you calmed down.
“Don’t tell Harry.” you looked over at him after an hour of sitting on the couch in his arms. “Please. He will just be upset. Don’t tell Harry.”
“Don’t tell Harry what?” Harry walked into the kitchen with a smile but frowned when he saw you in Louis’ arms.
You looked at Louis and he slightly shook his head. You sat up and sighed, looking at Harry. “That...”
“Go on.” Harry had crossed his arms and was staring the two of you down.
“That she’s not going clubbing.” Louis sat up with a sigh and you looked at him grateful for the excuse.
Harry’s mouth dropped. “What? Why not? We are supposed to leave in an hour or so.”
“I’m not feeling well.” “She doesn’t want to go alone.” You and Louis looked at each other after giving opposite answers.
“I don’t want to go alone.” you stuttered.
“Why would you go alone. Max is in the driveway waiting.”
“What?” you and Louis nearly yelled.
“Yeah...is he not supposed to be?”
“No...I mean...Yes he is. I should go get ready so we can leave.” You stood up, running upstairs and Louis followed.’
“I should help you pick an outfit out yeah?”
You nodded, walking past Harry with your head down. Louis gave him an apologetic smile but saying nothing. You were tearing through your closet for an outfit. You had originally planned on wearing a crop top with jeans, but that wouldn’t cover the giant bruise from Max’s foot. “What can I wear Lou, I mean I can’t just cover a bruise this size.”
“(y/n) you need to not go. You can’t go with Max. You need to fess up and tell Harry what happened.”
“What? No!”
“So you’re just going to go with the guy who just abused you?”
“Yeah.” you tugged on a shirt and looked in the mirror before taking it off and throwing it to the floor.
“(y/n).”
You turned and looked at Louis with tears in your eyes. “Do you know how hard it is? How hard it is to see Harry with other people and know that you are still in love with him and he’s not in love with you?”
“I don’t think-”
“I’m going. And I’m going with Max.” You stared at Louis, not about to give into that idea.
“Fine. Then wear the longer crop top with high waisted jeans. As long as you keep your arms up, you’ll be able to cover it. You smiled, hugging him tightly and throwing on the outfit earning an approving look from Louis. “You look beautiful.”
“Thanks Lou.” You hugged him one last time before meeting Harry back downstairs. He was in a t-shirt with his black jeans, the classic look you had grown to love.
“You look- wow.” He smiled at your appearance but frowned when Max walked in.
“You look okay, better than earlier. Let’s go.” Harry looked at Max like he was crazy and you sighed, following him out to the car. Neither of you said anything in the car but when you pulled up to the club, Max locked the doors as you were trying to get out. “Don’t try to pull any shit tonight. Nothing like earlier. Got it?” You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, jumping out of the car and hurrying to where Louis and Harry were waiting.
The night was going fine, Max wouldn’t try anything as long as you were around Harry and Louis, which you had made a point of priority. You watched Max order two drinks, of course one wasn’t for you, they were both for him. He tilted his head back and downed the quickly before ordering another. Harry watched him with a frown, but pulled you aside while he was busy with the other. “Want to dance?”
“What happened to your date?”
“I decided solo was going to be more fun. Plus we haven’t gone out together in forever, I wanted to spend time with you.”
You smiled letting the butterflies move throughout your stomach while taking his hand and allowing him to pull you out onto the dance floor. He spun you around, his hand landing on your side and causing you to wince in pain. He froze, slightly confused as his hand had barely grazed you. “Sorry I just-”
He tugged your shirt up and his mouth fell open looking at the dark bruise. “What the hell happened (y/n)?”
“Nothing I-I”
Harry shook his head. “He did this didn’t he?” Harry’s eyes darkened and his voice was in a low growl.
“Harry, no stop. Okay? It’s fine.”
“That is not fine (y/n). There is NOTHING about this that is even near fine.”
“Hey man what the hell, she’s my date.” Max stumbled over, slurring his words and grabbing your hand roughly. “Get your dirty hands off my girl.”
“Your GIRL?” Harry laughed and shoved Max backward. “She’s not your girl.”
Max was pissed he ran at Harry, but since Harry was nowhere near drunk, he easily dodged. Louis and Eleanor ran over, trying to step in between the two guys. “What happened?” Louis asked.
“Harry found out what Max did.” you cried. “Harry! Harry please stop.”
Harry looked at you, noticing your fear and froze. A bouncer had rushed in, grabbing Max and halting the fight. “You fucking little whore. You better get your ass in the car. You better give me what I want or your ass will be sorry.”
“She’s not going anywhere with you. Now or ever.” Harry snarled, nodding to the bouncer to carry him away. Harry turned to you, wiping the dirt from his shirt. “(y/n)...” you didn’t even hesitate. You ran into his arms crying, his hands tugging through your hair and rubbing circles into your back until you calmed down. “Shh...come on love, lets go home.” Harry helped you to his car, his hand never leaving yours. He helped you inside and tugged you to his lap where you were finally able to settle down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Oh (y/n)....my sweet sweet (y/n)...why would you ever let a man treat you that way and still go back to him.”
You weren’t drunk, but you had alcohol in your system and you were also exhausted. You yawned, turning into his chest so that he was holding you close. “Because I can’t have the guy I really love” you mumbled sleepily.
“What?” Harry’s hands in your hair froze. His eyes staring down at you.
You closed your eyes, listening to the sound of his heart beat. You were drifting off to sleep but managed to get out one more sentence beforehand, “because I can’t have you.”
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Possibly a new series? What do you think?
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~Yoshitsune~Main Story Chapter 6~
Chapter 5
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As soon as I got back to my room, I was so tired that I fell onto my bed.
(I just met Yoshitsune-sama. It feels like a dream when I think about it now.)
But the words we exchanged, is proof that it was real. It was so vivid that they stayed with me.
------FLASHBACK-----
Yoshino: “Is there no other way but to kill each other?”
Yoshitsune: “This is the fate we chose.”
Yoshino: “But—-”
Yoshitsune: “But what? Why do you care so much? You just got involved in all of this, right? Whether Yoritomo and I hate each other or kill each other….why does it matter to you?”
Yoshino: “Even so—.”
------FLASHBACK ENDS------
(I really want to know more about Yoshitsune-sama.)
(He saved me. He also helped a random lost kid.)
(He's a man of integrity and honesty, and I'm sure he's a kind man at heart.)
(At first, I just thought he was scary, but he's not really.)
I wonder why I'm so interested in an enemy general.
(No. It's because he's an enemy general and that's why I'm interested in him.)
----If he was just a scary opponent, I could fight him without feeling anything, right?
Maybe I should not pry in too much.
(There is still time until the war with the Rebels.)
(I have to sort out my feelings before I stand on the battlefield.)
.............................
A few days after Yoshitsune visited Kamakura-----
He was resting in his room when Benkei suddenly barges in out of nowhere.
Benkei: "Yoshitsune-sama!"
Yoshitsune: "What's up, Benkei?"
Benkei: "Is it true? I heard you went to Kamakura, ALONE!"
Yoshitsune: "......Who told you that?"
Benkei: "Kurama told me."
A deep crease is etched between Benkei's eyes.
Benkei: "I've been away for a couple of days and look what you've been up to....That's the enemy's zone now. What if something happens to Yoshitsune-sama!? I know you have your own interests, and I'm not telling you to never go. But, if you wanted to go, you could have told me. I'd have accompanied----"
Yoshitsune: "If you had accompanied, you'll go berserk."
Benkei: "YOSHITSUNE-SAMA!!"
Yoshitsune: "....just kidding."
???: "Chill out, Benkei!"
A lazy voice breaks their conversation.
Yoichi: "It's not the first time our Lord had wandered off, is it?"
Benkei: "Yoichi.....stop eavesdropping."
Yoichi: "I wasn't. I could hear your screams all over the house. I understand your concern, but just have a little more faith in Yoshitsune-sama. That's all I'm saying."
Benkei: "I trust Yoshitsune-sama, even if you don't tell me. But, what if something bad happens to him?"
Yoichi: "Do you really think our Lord would just sit and wait for something like that? Look, he has come home safe and sound."
--------Part 2------
Yoichi: "Do you really think our Lord would just sit and wait for something like that? Look, he has come home safe and sound."
Benkei: "................"
Benkei silently stared at Yoichi, still feeling unconvinced.
Without a care in the world, Yoichi smiled at Yoshitsune.
Yoichi: "So? Did you stretch your wings, Yoshitsune-sama? Do you have any stories to tell us?"
Yoshitsune(smiling): "Yes. It was nice to see Kamakura till the end."
Benkei sighs deeply, as Yoshitsune happily squints.
Benkei: "....I won't say anything this time. But please tell in the future before going somewhere like this!"
Yoshitsune: "...........................Okay."
Benkei: "What was that long pause for!?"
Yoshitsune: "It's all in your head."
Benkei: "No, it isn't!"
Yoichi: "I know you really love Yoshitsune-sama, but you're being too overprotective Benkei."
Benkei: "I'm not being overprotective."
As Yoichi shrugs his shoulders at the unconscious remark, Yoshitsune suddenly opens his mouth.
Yoshitsune: "Also, I happen to meet the fox princess."
Benkei and Yoichi: "!!!!"
Benkei: "...You also met her on the battlefield the other day, too."
Yoichi: "Is it a coincidence? I think not. Fox princess.... at first glance, she looks like an ordinary town girl."
Benkei: "Yeah, so ordinary that she helped a demon she never met before the very first day."
Yoichi: "That's not all. She also didn't hesitate to save one of our soldiers."
Benkei: "Yeah. I don't get it. What was she thinking while doing all of that?"
Yoshitsune: "I agree."
Then suddenly Yoshitsune-sama smiles like a flower.
Yoshitsune(smiles): "......She's weirder than I thought."
Benkei: "Yoshitsune-sama...."
Yoichi: "......."
Both Benkei and Yoichi were speechless at Yoshitsune's unexpected reactions.
Yoichi: "......Hmm. How unusual, isn't it? Yoshitsune-sama talking about someone else other than us, like that."
Yoshitsune(expressionless): "I wonder why too."
Yoshitsune opens his mouth after thinking for a moment.
Yoshitsune: "Maybe because she's an enemy who accidentally got caught up in this turmoil."
Benkei: "Maybe."
Yoichi: "....................."
As Benkei was somewhat agreeing to Yoshitsune's reasoning, Yoichi was sitting on the side, with his eyes closed, thinking about something.
...........
A few days later----
I was heading to the dojo to deliver the medicines that they ordered.
(I'm almost out of stock for wound medicines. I should start making more after delivering this!)
Yoshino: "Ohh!!"
While I was distracted by my thoughts, I accidentally bumped into a vassal who was passing by.
Yoshino: "I'm sorry!"
Vassal: "No, no, it was my fault."
I managed to stay on my feet and apologized to the vassal, who was leaving for work.
(He looks busy...)
Not only him, but all the vassals were also running around in the corridor.
(Oh yeah, Kagetoki-san did tell me...)
----I remembered the conversation that one day we had when I was helping him like usual.
------FLASHBACK-----
Yoshino: "Drought?"
Kagetoki: "Yes, you know there's been a lot of sunshine across the country, but...."
------Part 3------
Kagetoki: "Yes, you know there's been a lot of sunshine across the country, but....countries with limited reserves are expected to suffer."
Yoshino: "Hmm.....I see."
Kagetoki: "We have already started receiving a number of requests for help. Although we are about to go to war with the Rebels, we want to concentrate on our internal affairs now before we start gathering food for our troops. It's the same with the army over there."
-------FLASHBACK ENDS------
(It's still the hot season, and it's a difficult situation...)
(I hope it rains soon.)
Yoritomo: "........is Yoshino, they say."
(Hm?)
As I walked past the hallway, I heard my name.
(That voice. Was it Yoritomo-sama? I wonder what he's talking about.)
(It's not good to eavesdrop, but just a little....)
I stopped quietly and listened to the conversation from outside.
Yoshino could listen to Yoritomo and Kagetoki discussing something serious.
Yoritomo: "The letter about postponing the war arrived early this morning from the Rebels. In the meantime, they want to make an agreement not to attack each other."
Kagetoki: "So Yoshino and Benkei are exchanged as hostages between Hiraizumi and Kamakura?"
At the same time, Kagetoki folds his hand and thinks.
Kagetoki: "It's unusual for Yoshitsune-sama to make a request like this."
Yoritomo: "Yeah, he's willing to go with it without a fight. Looks like someone else is making him agree to this."
(Hostages?)
I blinked in surprise at the conversation I just heard.
More than that, Yoshitsune-sama is willing to exchange Benkei-san. his right-hand man, for me.
(Now, what is Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san going to do....?)
I feel bad about eavesdropping, but I was curious because the conversation also has me in it.
The conversation goes on as Yoshino listens from the other side----
Yoritomo: "I'm sure they've got a lot on their plate, at least enough to make such a suggestion."
Kagetoki: "In any case, in this situation, we no longer need to be wary of the enemy outside. The fact that we will be able to focus on domestic affairs is very attractive."
Yoritomo: "If we let the people starve any longer, there will be trouble."
Kagetoki: "So are we going to accept their request?"
Yoritomo: "No."
Yoritomo looked down at Yoshino's name written in the letter.
Yoritomo: "If she's exchanged for Benkei, I am sure she won't be killed. But I feel Yoshino's heart is not ready for this." (Buddy, if you go there, Hiraizumi would be a warzone.)
Kagetoki: "I suppose so. Reluctantly, Yoshino is the key to our victory in the upcoming war. If Yoshino's heart is broken, she won't be able to stand on the battlefield. So exchanging is a bad idea."
(.....I see.)
(I'm glad Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san care about me...)
(But, is it actually alright?)
(If my going as a hostage will help the starving people, then...)
Yoritomo: "Okay then."
Kagetoki: "Let's give our refusal to the Rebels----"
(Enough with the eavesdropping.)
I made up my mind and opened the sliding doors.
(After all, if there is something I can do, I don't want to pretend not to see it...)
Yoshino: "I volunteer!"
Yoritomo: "You what.....?"
------Part 4------
Yoritomo: "You what.....?"
Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san's eyes widened at my sudden appearance.
Yoshino: "I volunteer to go as the hostage from our side."
Kagetoki: "Eavesdropping someone's conversation is a bad hobby."
Yoshino: "For that, I sincerely apologize... "
I bow my head and chose my next words carefully.
(I know they're not willing to sacrifice me at any cost. Also, I'm scared about the idea of being alone in the enemy territory. But....)
Yoshino: "Yoritomo-sama said that he's sure that I won't be killed if I go there, right? If the only reason for refusing their offer is my feelings...I would choose to go to Hiraizumi of my own free will if it meant that you could hold out a little longer and save a lot of people!"
Kagetoki: "You didn't just say that on the spur of the moment, did you?"
Yoshino: "I did."
(It's my way of making sure you guys won't regret it.)
Yoritomo: "......."
The eyes that resemble the night sky look straight at me.
Yoritomo: "You will be surrounded by enemies. There won't be a single friend there. Even if you're a hostage, we can't guarantee your life if things go wrong. After hearing all that----can you still say that you'll be okay?" (Don't worry Yoritomo. She'll survive no matter what. In Kagetoki's route, she pointed a knife at the emperor. In the upcoming route, she will be walking on people's dead bodies.)
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1. I'm worried, but...(+4/+4)
2. That's....
3. Of course!
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Yoshino: "Of course, I'm worried, but...."
(That Yoshitsune guy won't break his promise once he gave his word.....and I'm sure of that.)
Yoshino: "But if there's something I can do. I wanna do it."
Yoritomo: "I understand that you're ready."
Yoshino: "Then...."
Yoritomo: "I'll write to the Rebels that we're agreeing to this."
(Yayy! He accepted...!!!)
Yoritomo: "What do you think, Kagetoki?"
Kagetoki: "There's no reason to stop someone who wants to go. Although, it's a completely unexpected development."
Yoritomo: "You're right."
Yoshino: "I-I'm sorry?"
Yoritomo: "Why are you apologizing, dummy?"
Yoritomo-sama sighed.
Yoritomo: "You're about to do a humble duty for the Kamakura Shogunate. You should be proud of yourself."
Yoshino: "Hehe, it's nothing compared to what you do."
Kagetoki: "You also have the nerve to interrupt a Shogun's meeting. What do you have to say about that?"
(Errrrrrrrrr.........)
Yoshino: "No comments...."
(Because I thought, if I didn't interrupt them I won't be getting another chance....)
Yoritomo-sama smiles when he sees me struggling with words.
Yoritomo: "You're really weird sometimes. When you come back, I'll welcome you with open arms."(It would have been actually nice if Yoritomo was the love rival in this route.)
(Welcome me with open arms? That's a bit too much for someone like me. But I'm happy.)
Yoshino: "Thank you very much!"
It was encouraging to see Yoritomo-sama's concern in the mean tone of his voice.
................
Soon, that day arrives-----
It is time to say a temporary goodbye to the Shogunate. Everyone also came to see me off.
Tamamo: "I didn't believe at first when I heard you volunteered to be their hostage....As expected of the woman I chose."
Yoshino: "You're exaggerating. Of course, I'm worried."
Tamamo: "That's natural. By the way, there's always the possibility that I could sneak along with you."
(It's amazing how Tamamo can do anything!)
I can't help but laugh at Tamamo's mischievous suggestion.
Yoshino: "Thank you, but don't worry. It would be reassuring to have Tamamo around,...but that wouldn't be fair. I want to be sincere with them."
Tamamo: "Awww..."
A bitter smile dwells on Tamamo's lips.
Tamamo: "I'm not used to being rejected. Fine. I'll go and play in the palace and wait for your return.
Shigehira: "What are you so carefree about, Tamamo?"
Shigehira-san stared at the satisfied Tamamo and then turned his gaze to me.
(What did I do?)
Shigehira: "Since you started helping me out, I think I could say you're not that useless."
------Part 5------
Shigehira: "Since you started helping me out, I think I could say you're not that useless. But just because you've decided to help the Shogunate doesn't mean you have to go that far."
Morinaga: "Shigehira, again, if you're worried about Yoshino, why don't you just say so?"
(Eh?)
Yoshino: "You're worried? Shigehira-san."
(It feels like déjà vu...)
Shigehira: "....Don't just speculate things. Who says I'm worried?"
Yoritomo: "Heh....I can't believe I'm hearing this from the same man who came running to me after he heard the news that Yoshino was going to be taken as a hostage."
Shigehira(blushing): "No I...."
(No wonder....!)
Shigehira-san was at a loss for words, but Kagetoki-san opened his mouth without hesitation.
Kagetoki: "Isn't there any other way!!?' was what he said. You also were protesting the idea furiously. He finally gave up when he found out that Yoshino's intentions were firm, though. I haven't seen such a desperate Shigehira in a long time."
Shigehira(blushing): "..........." (He just never learns.)
(I knew he'll be worried about me....)
I knew this all along, so I'm less surprised when I hear this now. But, I'm still glad...
It's because I know that Shigehira-san is a kind person.
Yoshino: "Thank you very much for worrying about me, Shigehira-san."
Shigehira: ".....Also, stop doing that, will you?"
Yoshino: "What?"
Shigehira: "Stop using honorifics. It's annoying to hear it all the time. Besides, ....I'll at least grant you that privilege since you are now brave enough to enter the enemy's territory."
Yoshino(blushing): "Shigehira-san...."
Shigehira: "Don't keep adding 'san' after my name. You can call me whatever you want."
Yoshino(blushing): "I will....I mean, yes!!"
(Aww! I'm so happy! I can finally talk to him informally.)
Shigehira: "Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Yoshino(blushing): "Yes! umm....Shigehira-kun!"
Shigehira(blushing): ".....Mm."
Morinaga: "I see. So, Shigehira wanted to be friends with Yoshino for a long time now."
Tamamo: "You've been waiting for the right opportunity, this whole time, isn't it? Shigehira-kun?"
Shigehira-kun shakes off the two teasing grown-up hands on his shoulder.
Shigehira(blushing): "Stop speculating things!"
As we were chatting lively, it quickly became time to leave.
(I gonna miss them....)
Tamamo: "Don't cry because you miss me, okay? I won't be able to wipe your tears away."
Yoshino: "You too...don't be lonely just because I am not here, okay?"
Tamamo: "I can't promise that."
Kagetoki: "Take care of yourself. I mean what I say because there is no substitute for you."
Yoshino: "Of course. Only if you also promise to take care of yourself too."
Morinaga: "Leave that to me. If no one takes care of him, he'll do nothing but work."
Yoshino: "I learned that since I started helping him."
Morinaga-san and I laughed brightly.
(Kagetoki-san not just sounds scary, but he's so dedicated to his work that he sometimes forgets to even eat or drink.)
Kagetoki: "Don't get cocky. When you return, I'll make you do more work, so be prepared."
Yoshino: "I'll keep that in mind!"
Before I knew it, there were smiles on everyone's faces.
Morinaga: "Yoshino, I'll be waiting for your return."
Shigehira: "It's not too far, but still...do your best."
Yoshino: ".....Everyone, thank you for everything!"
Yoritomo-sama saw me saying goodbye with a lonely face and opened his mouth.
Yoritomo: "Be brave, Yoshino. You're a member of the Shogunate. Don't let the Rebels think of you as a crying pathetic little girl."
(I'm a member of the Shogunate.)
(Even though, I've only spent a short time in the Shogunate...)
(Unknowingly enough, I've come to trust these people so much.)
(As long as everyone is waiting for me, I know I'll be okay.)
I stood straight and smiled sincerely once more.
Yoshino: "Then, I'm off to Hiraizumi."
I turned the many words I received into strength and took a step forward.
Chapter 6
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