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stefanmikaleson1864 · 1 year

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My Heart is Missing

Jay Halstead X Reader

My Heart is Missing

A/N: This is based on the last couple of episodes where Jay left to go back to the army. I’m also gonna be real honest I haven’t seen much sense he left so I hope you all like it !

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Y/N’S POV

You and Jay halstead where on earth do you even begin with the two of you. He was already in the unit when you started. Voight partnered the two of you up .

It was a match right away. The two of you hit off immediately, and everyone in the office saw it. You both were always joking and laughing.

You were also the person he trusted the most in the world. Whether it be late night locker rooms or at a old dive bar over a few drinks.

You never got tired of being with each other. It was like no matter how much time you spent with each other it was never enough.

The day he asked you to move in with him it wasn't even a second thought. I mean you two were already basically living together.

Then the day he took you to your favorite dive bar and it was all decorated with lots of directions you knew something was up.

He took your breath away when he got down on one knee. He looked up at you with those baby blues and your heart stopped beating

“Y/N the best day of my life was when I meant you and every day after that has been even more amazing. And everyday i ask myself how lucky am i that you choose me. Someone who you think deserves being with you. I don’t ever want to loose that so will you marry me” Jay asked

“Well it’s about time yes hell yeah” you said.

He got up and kissed you hard and you both had happy tears running down both of your faces.

The rest of the night was a huge party filled with laughter and love.

About a year had passed and you finally both got married. It was in Trudy's backyard. Filled with twinkle lights and flowers.

You were a simple dress and you felt beautiful. It was casual but something you both imagined it would be.

Antonio was the one who married you two. The night went surpisingly off without a hitch. You couldn’t help but sit back and wonder how the hell you got this blessed.

6 months sense then had passed and now it was like your world was completely flipped.

Jay had been distant these past couple of months. Work has been a lot dealing with everything going on. We didn’t know who we should trust anymore. Our relationship with Voight was always a rocky one but now it felt like it was getting a lot worse.

He was being really weird and trying to break the team up it felt like. In a time where we all needed to be united it felt like he was dividing us.

The team used to be so close now it felt like we barely even talked outside of work. It was also taking it toll on me and Jay. we used to tell each other everything now we barely talk.

When we come home we both just kind go our separate ways. Jay will watch a game on the TV and I go back to the room and watch TV.

We wouldn’t have our dates anymore or morning coffee together. The car rides in the morning were also weren’t even talking about us anymore.

Before everything happened we were talking about marriage and babies. We were so happy now it was like a empty shell was sitting in the bed.

You didn’t know what to do because you both knew you couldn’t go on like this. Something was going to break and you were so scared that it was going to be the two of you.

Jay had to be have thinking the same thing because lately things were extra different with. He was hiding phone calls and being secretive.

You knew he wasn’t cheating Jay would never he was way to good of a man. You wanted to ask but you were to afraid to ask him.

So you figured when he was ready he would come and talk to you about it. You were just worried on how long that was going to take.

Before he was a open book. He would always tell you everything down to what he would eat for lunch.

It was hurting that what ever was going on he didn’t think it was worth sharing. It made you feel like you weren’t even his partner anymore.

Right now you were currently laying in bed. Dreading the morning day. You barely gotten asleep and now you had to bring yourself to get up.

Jay was already up and moving around. You could hear him and the way with everything was going you wanted to try your best and avoid him.

It was a good thing that today you were both off. And even though you were off you couldn’t make yourself go back to sleep. At this point there was no use.

You got your phone off the night stand and started scrolling through your stuff. You were scrolling for a while you didn’t realize how much time had truly passed.

When the door opened up and you almost broke your neck to see who was at the door.

Jay walked in and gave you a somber look on his face. It was hard to read what was going on and he looked like he was struggling to.

Before the two of you would be in bed right now cuddling and laughing and having a blast. Now the bed was cold next to you.

You struggled to on what to say trying to read the situation before breaking down. You missed the warmth of the broken man in front of you.

“Hey come sit wit me” you said pulling the covers back and creating a space for him in order to lay.

He walked over to you and kind of sat up straight. It was like you just meant the man he was being so distant.

You reached over and touched him and pulled him down so he was laying next to you.

You both just kind of looked at each other for a moment. No one was saying anything which was really nice at that moment just enjoying each other company.

“Hey” you both said at the same time making you both laugh

God you missed his laugh.

“You go” You said smiling at him

“I need to talk to you” He said

Your heart sunk into it’s chest and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“What’s going on” You asked swallowing the lump in your throat.

“I’m leaving” was all you said

You could feel the tears following down your face and he reached over and grabbed your face and wiped the tears off.

“Why i mean I know things were bad but I was holding out hope” You chocked out.

You couldn’t even see everything was blurry from the tears.

“God no hey look at me” Jay said

You looked at him and he had a sad look on his face.

“Hey not you i am not leaving you I am re enlisting i’m going to Bolivia” He said

You sat up and was leaning against the headboard. You took your hand and wiped your face so you could see properly.

“Why would you re enlist” You ask

“Because I don’t like the person I am becoming in the unit things have changed and i don’t wanna be that cop and look at us we haven’t been okay and I want us to I love you” Jay said

“So what you think leaving will help” You asked in a rhetorical voice

Jays head just kind of dropped before he spoke up.

“Yes I do I love you more than anyone or anything in the world and if I stay in the unit I’m gonna get worse were gonna get worse we need to do something and this way I can help people and know who the bad guys are” Jay said

You were struggling to understand how leaving would help wouldn’t you stay and want to fight.

“I don’t understand” was all you said.

“Look baby I love you I do and i’m not leaving right away like 2 weeks okay. I was gonna ask you should take some time off of work” Jay said

“We could go away for a little bit before me and you and go to greece like we always talked about” Jay said.

“Yeah that sounds amazing we both could use it” You smiled.

“Why didn’t you talk to me about it thought before deciding to just go” You asked

“Because you would try and stop me and if you did I didn’t know if I would have the strength to leave” Jay said

“You are my heart Jay halstead and I support you always and honestly if this is what you need” You said.

“It is and when i come back when my tour is over we can re group you know. Talk about a family and a life okay I’m just helping out a friend this isn’t forever” Jay said.

“Okay yeah just for a little bit” You said

“Just for a little bit” Jay said.

After Jay laid down and he pulled you close to him. Your head was on his chest and you could feel your heart beating.

The two of you haven’t been this connected in a while. But for once in a while you finally felt lie some hope was coming back.

This wasn’t going to be end this was just the beginning. A new chapter was closing and the other one was opening back up.

You did need the time off first thing in the morning you were taking off you and Jay were always going to go on the dream vacation.

Maybe it was what you needed to re spark everything. And as hard it was to let Jay go you know you needed to.

All you knew while he was gone your heart was going to be Missing.

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underifran · 2 months

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The Reflection of Us

Summary: Being in a relationship with an Idol was hard enough, you didn’t need the added stress of other women flirting with him. Good thing he knows you better than you know yourself.

Genre: Slight Angst, Smut, Fluff

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy, Insecurity, Self Doubt

Word Count: 3.8k

A.N: I wrote this as a gift to my best friend, and now I’m spiraling into wanted to make 100 more.

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These celebrity parties normally never bothered me. I was used to smiling and just nodding my head as big name idols rambled to me about a lifestyle I completely didn't understand. But that was okay. I didn’t mind and often I enjoyed getting to know more about the life Hyunjin lived.

When we first started seeing each other two years ago, I made it clear that I didn’t want to share that type of lifestyle with him yet. I wanted something quieter, more romantic. But of course that only got to last a while, luckily we both knew it would happen. That Hyunjins relationship with me would get leaked. It was horrible at first, with fans sending death threats and him needing extra security. But now things have settled down and as my punishment I get to go to these parties.

Worse was that these were not just social events for the boys but also work. Which meant Hyunjin was off playing the politics of his life. And I was forced to listen as Changbin listed off all his reasons for getting the idols to play a baseball tournament.

“Oh come on, you have to see it right? All of us in those cute little outfits running around? The fans would eat out of our hands! Imagine how cute Hyunjinnie would look.”

“Bin, your fans would be too focused on how bad you all are to pay attention to the outfits.” I said while taking a sip of champagne. It was expensive and still tasted like shit.

“Where is your boyfriend, I need someone to team up with,” and with that he started whipping his head around to look for Hyunjin. I was completely unbothered by his antics so I just shook my head and looked down to check the time on my phone. But when I looked back I saw that his eyes had grown three sizes bigger. I followed Changbins gaze to the corner of the room where Hyunjin was sitting on a chair with two girls on each arm rest. They were giggling at something he said, and touching his shoulder flirtatiously.

Not here. Don't make a scene, anywhere but here.

As if he could feel the jealousy radiating off me, Changbin turned to me trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m sure he doesn’t even realize what they're doing.”

I took my glass of champagne and swished it down in one gulp. “No, maybe not, but I’m not sure that makes it any better.”

I couldn’t stop myself from staring at them. The way both girls would lean into his sides. It was driving me crazy. It made me even more sick when I saw Hyunjin look up and smile at one of them. What kind of game was he playing? Did he want cheating rumors to start, because this is exactly how you get into that kind of scandal. Or maybe he just genuinely enjoyed the attention. The thought he was enjoying himself started a deep burning in my chest and before I knew it my vision was blurring.

Sometimes it felt like Hyunjin knew something was wrong when he shouldn't. There have been too many days after work where I couldn’t find the energy to make an effort, and before I could even tell him, he’d be calling me. Telling me how much he loves me, and that no matter what he’d be there for me. That sixth sense he had, must have been the reason his brows scrunched and he looked up to meet my glare.

There was no way from that distance he could have seen me on the verge of crying. But I guess from my deep set frown he knew something was wrong. He started to get up but one of the girls started pouting, put a hand on his chest and pulled him back into the chair. I saw him say something to the girl but then the other put her hand on his thigh. Way too high for it to be innocent. And that was enough for me. I wasn’t going to sit here and watch my boyfriend get felt up.

“Hey Bin, can I take your dorm key? I left my car keys there and I’m not feeling too well.” I let the lie slip out even though I knew he was going to call my bluff.

“It’s pretty cold outside, do you want me to call you a taxi?”

“No really, I’d rather walk. Give me a chance to ease my stomach.” He gave me a sympathetic look before digging into his pockets to retrieve a key. He dropped it in my hand before walking off in the direction of Chan and Felix.

I didn’t waste any more time, and rushed to grab my coat and head for the doors. The air outside instantly nipped at my nose and cheeks. Changbin wasn’t kidding, it was unbearably cold. But the temperature was helping cool down the fire burning inside of me. Every time I thought of her fingers grazing his thigh it ignited stronger. Why didn’t he stop them? Was he really enjoying it like I thought? I know that he’s surrounded by beautiful idols every day but never once have I ever felt insecure. Not until then at least. That definitely made me insecure, hyper aware of every flaw on my body.

Three quick beeps from my phone pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts.

From My Love <3

9:52 pm

Hey sweetheart, where did you go? I saw you one second and then you were gone.

9:52 pm

Please tell me you aren’t walking home.

9:53 pm

Changbin told me you left and then called me an idiot…? Did I do something????

I didn’t have the energy for it. I just wanted to get back to my apartment and sleep. I clicked my phone off and instantly another text came through

From My Love <3

9:54 pm

I know you saw those. You’re making me anxious. Can you please tell me what’s going on baby? I can’t leave for a bit more, will you at least let me know you’re okay?

A petty thought came to me, one that I knew wasn’t right but I wanted to hurt him like how I felt hurt. If he was fine with having two random girls flirt with him all night, then he would be perfectly fine not knowing if I was okay or not. Imagining him panicking over me made me feel a little better, which also made me feel insanely guilty. Whatever, he could handle one night of worrying about me.

The rest of the walk didn’t feel real. I couldn’t recall a single thing from my walk, only that my insides were too numb for me to register any of the numbing on the outside. But when I walked into the dorm building, my ears started to hurt from the cold. I really needed a shower, something to warm me up and calm me down.

It was rare that the dorms were this quiet. It was nice.

I figured I still had a good few hours before any of them came home, and Hyunjins shower had one of those waterfall heads that dropped soft water. I opened the door and turned on the water as hot as it would go. A smile crept onto my face as I thought about how Hyunjin has screamed and called me his demon in the past whenever I got in first. But that smile soon disappeared as the thought connected me to everything from tonight, and it hit me again like a train. A scream was threatening to spill past my lips but instead only a choked sob came out. I let my legs give out as I sat and nothing could stop the onslaught of tears.

What was wrong with me? Was I not enough for him? Did he want something more than what I could give? I couldn’t compete with those girls, who am I even kidding. Maybe it would be easier on everyone if he dated someone from the celebrity world. He shouldn’t even be with someone like me. I should take some space from him.

The waves of thoughts were exhausting me more and more. I needed to get home. Sleep would bring clarity, surely it would.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, the steam shrouded around me. Looking up from the ground, I was met with the red and puffy eyes of Hyunjin. I nearly screamed, not expecting anyone home, and feeling all too vulnerable in only a towel.

“He told me you left because of me…” he started but trailed off when he had to wipe away a few stray tears. It took everything in me not to caress his pretty face.

“Yeah...”

He just nodded, and sat looking even more devastated. I couldn’t handle it, I needed him to leave or I was going to lose my resolve. “Please, can you get out? I need to get dressed.”

“Since when have you ever been shy about your body with me?”

”Since now Hyunjin.”

“B-but I’ve literally painted your naked body before. I’ve stared at it for hours. Thirty seconds of changing is nothing compared to that.”

I’m not sure why it upset me, but it did. “Mmhm, and that was before I felt like I was competing with other women. Now I don't want you to see me naked.”

His eyes softened a bit but there were still more tears threatening to spill, and I absolutely hated how beautiful he looked with the added sparkle. “Baby… Is that what this is about? About Seoyun and Jiwoo?” So he knew them? I didn’t know if that should have made it better or worse but I felt the familiar burn start in my chest. He shouldn’t have left, I didn't want him to follow me. Seoyun and Jiwoo would make better company.

“Hyun, please leave.”

“No.”

“Why are you being so difficult? Can’t you see you’ve upset me and I want to be alone?”

A small, exasperated giggle fell from his swollen lips. “I didn’t upset you. You got jealous.”

I rolled my eyes extra hard at that. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Then why did you leave the party so suddenly?”

“Because I felt sick.”

“Because you thought I was flirting back,” he said more as a statement rather than a question.

“No because watching you with them made me realize how terrible we look together!” It exploded out of me before I even had the chance to think. I regretted it immediately.

“Come here.”

“Hyun no I don’t—”

“Sweetheart. I said come here.”

He said it with such authority I felt like I had no choice but to listen. I let my legs carry me over to stand in front of him. But that wasn’t enough for him, he wanted, needed me closer. His hands came to my back, and pushed me to sit on top of his lap, straddling him.

My eyes were closed, I knew I couldn’t look at him. I felt his soft hands push a strand of my wet hair behind my ear and his hand lingered a bit longer, swiping at the remains of old tears.

“There is only you…” He whispered as his lips ghosted under my ears, “there will only ever be you.” I hated how easy it was for him to affect me. The evidence of goosebumps spread across my arms gave him the push he needed to keep going. “Look at me, my love.”

And I listened again. I opened my eyes and stared into his. He was searching for something, but I didn’t know what. I stayed quiet hoping he would continue so I didn’t have to reply. I knew if I opened my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to control what I said.

“When I have interactions with other women at parties like that, it means nothing to me. Truthfully it makes me quite annoyed but this is my life. I can’t risk coming across as rude even if I’m uncomfortable. I let them delve into their little fantasy because it’s easier. Seoyun and Jiwoo are the nieces of one of the big donors of JYP. My managers would have killed me if they said anything about bad manners.”

“It's not fair… I don’t want them to fantasize about you.”

A shit eating grin spread across his face when I said that. “You do realize what our fans fantasize about right?” God, I really hated him sometimes. I lightly slapped his shoulder and tried to push away from him, but his arms wrapped around my waist and wouldn’t let me move. I kept struggling to slip away and it was useless because his hold was concrete. “Hey don’t try to wiggle out of this!” He laughed and started kissing my neck. It instantly sent shockwaves through my body and my groans of displeasure turned into moans of contentment. I was embarrassed of how quickly the anger melted off of me.

The anger disappeared completely when I felt him harden in response to my moans.

“Hyunnie…”

“When I look at you love, I see art. It’s why you're the subject of most of my paintings. No flowers, oceans, or fields of green could compare to you. Those girls are nothing more than a business transaction. You are my muse, not them. There’s no reason to be jealous because you don’t belong in the same world as them.”

“Ah—No more, no more… I feel like I’m going to explode from too many emotions.”

“Then is it okay with you if I show you how beautiful we look together?”

I couldn’t do anything but nod my head weakly up and down. He moved me off his lap and walked over to his dresser before shoving it roughly in front of the bed. “Baby what are you—” I asked but I was met with a sly smile and a shushing sound, so I did nothing but sit there and watch as he moved his large full body mirror to lean on the dresser. Excited panic started to rush up my spine. Oh my god he wasn’t going to. Was he?

My question was answered quickly when Hyunjin came behind me and sat on his knees with me in between them. If the fandom knew him from one thing, it would be his cocky confidence. The way he was able to turn anyone into putty in his hands was a divine gift. One that he used often against me. I couldn’t help but blush as I realized what his intention was, so in order to take a chance to breathe I looked down and stared at the floor. But he wasn’t having any of that, and his beautiful fingers clenched my jaw and forced me to look him in the eyes through the mirror. All too soon he removed his fingers carefully as if to gauge if I’d try to look away. When he decided it was safe he pulled away fully and his fingers went to the buttons of his shirt.

When I thought earlier that Hyunjin shouldn’t be with someone like me, this is exactly what I meant. He was too pretty for his own good. As if he was made to be looked at. And I couldn’t look away. The way his brows scrunched in focus as he finished unbuttoning sent tingles to my thighs and I subconsciously pressed them together trying to ease the ache he was creating. After discarding the shirt on the floor he nimbly removed his pants, throwing them across the room.

“Now,” he started. “Look at how beautiful you are.” And he hovered over my hand that was desperately holding onto the towel. I gave in immediately and let him pull the towel down. We were both staring at each other through the glass. His eyes darkened and a hungry look took over his features. It was rare for Hyunjin to get this possessive, this dominant. Staring didn’t last long, he was getting impatient I could tell by the way he subtly arched his hips into my back. Suddenly, he pushed me down so my face was pressed against the bed and my ass was up, all of my intimate parts on full display to him. No matter how many times he saw me naked, I couldn’t help the blush that would paint my cheeks.

“I’m going to make you cum on my fingers, and you’re going to be a good princess and watch how pretty you are when you cum, okay love?”

“O-okay.” Was all I could stammer out before I saw him take the band around his wrist and throw his hair half up out of his eyes. Fuck, he was doing it on purpose. His eyes met mine again as he twirled a strand out of the pony tail and let it fall. He knew this hairstyle made me flustered. Whenever he did it at practice he would purposely send me a picture to tease me. And that’s what he was doing right now. That cheeky grin was back, and a groan slipped past my lips.

“Hyunnie, if you’re going to tease me all night, I’m going to go back to being mad at you,” I said.

“Oh? Is that so…” He trailed off and I felt those godly fingers slip between my folds. “You’re too wet to be mad at me sweetheart. You would dare leave.”

The feeling of his fingers dancing on me was making me dizzy and if I didn’t get more soon I was going to pass out. I started grinding myself back onto him. Thankfully he finally listened and those sweet fingers pushed inside me. He was slow at first, taking his time as he eased a second finger in. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror and moaned at the sight. Hyunjin had one hand placed on my ass, and the other pumping in and out of me at a fast pace. The way he stared, captivated by me sent another shock to my brain and I could feel my orgasm bubbling.

“Fuck… God.. Ugh baby look at you. I’m going to cum just from looking at you. You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum on my fingers?”

“Yes, god please, please, please, yes.”

“Give it to me then baby. Cum for me.”

And as if his every word held some supernatural force over me I did. I screamed out his name as I came around those stupid fucking fingers.

“Did you see how pretty you looked, love?”

Oh fuck. “I’m sorry, it felt so good baby I closed my eyes.”

He tsked, and I felt him shed his underwear. “I guess I have to do it again then and make sure you’re watching huh?” This side of Hyunjin made me weak in every way. I felt drunk on the dominance he was feeding me. I loved taking the lead with him normally but I couldn’t lie to myself. It felt insane to let him use me however he wanted.

Before I knew it, I could feel him plunge himself into me in one slick thrust. The remains of the previous orgasm made it too easy for him to slide in. He let out a breathy moan and I snapped my eyes to the mirror to watch him. The image was so lewd. Hyunjin had both hands on my hips as he set a quick pace. I stared in awe as I watched him fuck me. Both of our moans joined together. He was right, we did look beautiful together. I nearly came when I saw him let out a light laugh and swipe his tongue over his teeth as he let out a vulgar moan.

Watching him was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Mmm feel so good baby, I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep clenching me like that.” He said breathlessly.

He was fucking me at a ruthless pace now, chasing his own high as he took quick deep thrusts. I couldn’t take it anymore, it felt so good. I let my head rest on the bed and closed my eyes for only a moment.

“Nuh uh, we’re not doing that again,” he said as he reached forward and pulled my hair back towards him. The pain forced another loud moan out of me and it only encouraged him to go harder. I could tell he was closer from the way his eyebrows knit together and his thrusts became sloppy and greedy. He looked completely fucked out.

“Need you baby, need you to cum in me.” I managed to get out.

“Oh fuck…” and he fucked into me impossibly deeper. He still had a fist full of my hair forcing me to look in the mirror. I came instantly when I felt the warm jets of cum fill me, clenching around him in flutters.

He pulled me closer to his body and I felt the sticky sweat cling to my skin. His head was resting on my shoulder and I felt him watching me through the mirror, breathing heavily. I took a breath before I looked to meet his gaze.

“See? Beautiful. We belong together. You fit me like a puzzle piece.”

I felt a pang of guilt wash over me and quickly slid off of him and turned to sit in his lap.

“I’m so sorry I was so cold to you. I just got so insecure.”

“It’s okay sweetheart. I understand completely. But no more being a brat to me over jealousy okay? That’s my thing.” I couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was truly the best, and I couldn’t have asked for a more caring boyfriend.

“Yeah I’ll leave the dramatics and brattiness to you. I don’t wanna feel jealous ever again.”

“Really? Not even after I fucked the jealousy out of you?”

“Hyunjin!”

“What! It’s true.” He giggled. God I loved him. I never hated him. I pressed my lips to him and felt him melt into my touch.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“I love you too.” He replied.

His eyes looked at me so innocently and I felt that school girl crush creep up on me. What did I do to ever deserve him?

“You deserve me.”

“How did you even—“

“I told you, you are my muse, love. I know you better than you know yourself. Come on, let's get you cleaned up and go cuddle. I expect two hours of back rubs as an apology for thinking I’d ever choose anyone but you.”

And with that he stood and took my hand leading me back into the bathroom. A smile crept onto my face and I thought about how beautiful we looked together. I felt all of the worry melt off of me and something warmer, softer spread throughout my body.

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prentissvest · 8 months

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gut feeling part 2

same warnings as before, major mentions of death, blood, laceration to the throat and case talk, hospitals

not spell checked

reader x bau (platonic)

part 1

Everything went black. There were moments where I pulled all my strength together to peel my eyes open in a poor attempt to stay awake but it was no use, only really seeing bright lights and hearing the sirens get closer and closer to my location. Or Hotch telling me not to close my eyes and try to stay awake. But the pain is too much, I try to talk but it just comes out as a scorching gargle from the blood slowly filling my mouth. I knew it wouldn't be long, I know how this works. I don't have very long until my lungs fill with blood and I internally drown. Ive accepted the facts but I can't accept the people I'm going to be leaving behind.

Penelope, the first person who accepted me into the team with a bright smile and open arms, quite literally as she hugged me practically as I walked into the door of the bau. JJ and her boys, after a hard day the woman of the bau would go over to either JJ’s and Emilys and have a wine night, or babysitting the boys so JJ and Emily could have a date night. Emily and her witty humour, she knows how to lighten up any room after a hard day, Spencer, and his fun facts, and our games of chess or poker on the jet. Aaron and his kindness, he looks after all of us on the team no matter how big or small we all appreciate everything that he does. Derek and his protectiveness, yes that man can flirt but if anyone crosses a line over anyone on the team he is not afraid to stick up for all of us, he is truly our knight in shining armour, Rossi and his dinner nights with the team, he always gives a shoulder to lean on for each of us no matter what he is going through.

We are like family and I don't know what I'd do without them. But in reality I'm not going to be the one without them, but they would be without me.. My consciousness begins to fade as I feel my body going limp.

Hotch pov:

As soon as we had gotten into the ambulance I called the team, they deserve to know what is going on, Penelope is the first person who picks up, her happy voice quickly turns to horror as she drops the phone on the floor and runs to call the rest of the team. I know they will meet us at the hospital but I can only hope that yn will live long enough for them to see her again. I know its my fault, i had not properly surveyed the house, i should have known that it was two unsubs working together, yn and Reid had told us about the abnormalities in the other crime scenes but we brushed it off as the unsub was devolving and that it was nothing to worry about and an outlet for us to bring them in but how we were wrong.

I get pulled out of my thoughts by machines beeping at a much faster rate than before, the paramedics begin to perform CPR as we pull into the hospital. I tried to stay with her but I couldn't, deep down I knew that they would be doing everything that they could to help her.

The teams pov:

It wasn't long before we all got to the hospital, we were told where to take a seat and as we turned we saw hotch, head in hands with silent tears running down his face, none of us had ever seen hotch cry before, the stoic man wiped away his tears as the team got closer, “how is she” penelope asked mascara slowly falling down her face, “she got taken into surgery, and coded in the ambulance here.” Hotch said, trying to keep his composure. “How- how did this happen, i thought we had calculated this so well” JJ said quietly, “so did i, but there was another unsub, turns out that the things that Reid and yn found back at the other crime scene was not the unsub devolving but another unsub in training, i failed to properly search the house and yn now may not live due to my mistakes”

“Hotch no one blames you for what has happened to yn there is nothing that you could have done, none of us could have known that there was a second unsub” derek comforts hotch, they each know that there is nothing that they can do at the minuet so they each silently sit comforting each other.

6 hours later..

Most of the team had fallen asleep by now but Emily couldn't, she had been pacing the halls for the past few hours and subconsciously biting her nails, she sees a doctor walking towards the group so she goes up to the doctor “are you yns family” “yes. Well we are her team” emily says scanning the doctors face hoping to find some sort of give away to how she is in the doctors face, the team had woken by now hearing emily speak but they all sit in suspense of hearing what is going to be said, “the laceration on her neck was very deep and she had lost a lot of blood, we have fixed the laceration but we are not sure as to if she will be able to speak once she wakes up” the doctor explains “so shes alive” penelope says tears cascading down her face with hope, “yes she is living, but she will need a lot of time and patience, we know that her vocal cords would have been affected so she should not try to talk once she had woken up, i will now take you to her room”

we all anxiously get led to a room down a long hallway, quiet gasps are heard when we make it to the room, there she lay, bandaged around the neck with leads and tubes covering her body. We each sit at the chairs surrounding her bed as the doctor speaks up once again “we hope that she will wake up within the next 3-5 days” we thank the doctor as he walks away. Penelope holds yns hand, the two have been extremely close since yn joined they very quickly had become inseparable so we all knew that this was hitting Garcia hard.

The first night a few of the team went home, garcia and reid stayed as emily had offered to bring the clothes for the next day which they very gratefully accepted, in the hospital room there was a bathroom with a shower, the doctors knew that the team would want at least one person with yn all the time as they worked with the fbi they were not willing to take any chances. The next morning hotch had let the team know that they had the next week off so that they could be there when yn woke up, they each had to go home at some point but penelope had only gone home to shower and then drove back straight after, there was no way she was going to leave yn. So on the fourth day the day went as anyother, the team had decided that since Penelope isnt going home they should each go home and get a rest and shower which Penelope happily agreed to. Once the team had said their goodbyes and left for the night after checking with the doctors to see if there were any changes but they were met with the same answer that they had gotten for the past few days.

Penelope had been doing some research on how to wake people up faster from surgery and talking to them has been known to wake them up faster so she had decided to bring a book, for the past year penelope and yn have been reading the same book at the sametime so that they can compare notes and opinions on the book. As she began reading she felt tears begin to well up in her eyes, she held on to yns hand and cried “please wake up, it's not right without you here we need our yn back”

Yn pov

A sharp pain shoots through my body as my eyes begin to open, everything is muffled and blurry but after a couple minutes I can begin to hear Penelope's voice, her hand in mine. I attempt to talk but even breathing is agony so I squeeze her hand. Her eyes shoot to mine “YN OMG YOUR AWAKE” i open my mouth but she stops me “nonono dont talk, i can get you paper if you'd like. I nod as penelope goes through her bag to pull out a sparkly pink notebook and pen. How long have I been out? “Four days” Penelope says with a saddened smile what time is it Pen “it's around two in the morning right now hun” thank you for being here Pen “no problem hunny” penelope says while pulling me into a hug while being very cautious of her injuries.

Penelope texts the team that i had woken up and they wasted no time in getting to the hospital. The team enters the room with huge smiles on their faces and light tears in their eyes. I hope those are happy tears. I write in the notebook “of course they are, i'm so happy to see your awake yn” Emily says while pulling me into a hug. Aaron slowly walks over to me with a saddened look on his face “im so sorry” he says Hotch there is nothing that you could have done, none of us knew that there was two unsubs, i do not blame you in the slightest and i am extremely grateful that you were there to help me. Hotch pulls me into a hug and whispers a quite “i'm so glad your safe” the team catches me up on what i've missed and i smile, another day lived surrounded by the people i love, i rub my eyes tiredly as JJ says “you should get some sleep” while putting her hand on my shoulder. The team says their goodbyes with a smile on their faces but as they all leave penelope stays sat you should go home pen, get a good night sleep. “I'd sleep better here, knowing you're safe” I held her hand and lay down.

I close my eyes, everything went black, but i'm not scared because this time i know by the time i wake up ill be with the people i love.

#criminal minds #sad criminal minds fanfic #fanfic #whump #aaron hotchner #jemily fanfic #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau

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thoughtsandbones · 1 year

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All wounds take time to heal

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc ( codename: Blue)

WARNINGS: Mention of war, angst, mental health mention, drug mention, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Song inspo: Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party and labour - Paris Paloma

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic!c :D

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 and PART 4

Part 5

As soon as the second hand on the old analog clock passed 12, the alarm ran signalling it was 5:30am

You awaken and slammed your hand on the button to stop the beeping that interrupted your sleep.

Slowly your eyes open. You groan aloud and stretching your body across the bed. The sun was making its debut again.

Getting out of bed, taking a swig of water from your flask, the one that has been with you for years, you walk to the bathroom and splash water on your face to waken yourself up even more.

After brushing your teeth in the comfort of your own bathroom, you head over to the clothes you took out from your duffle that are in the cupboard. Picking out a simple black top and running leggings, putting them on.

Stretching your body and warming up the muscles ready for a morning run.

I hate running you thought as you tied the laces on your running shoes, but you realise you have to do it anyway. You had to get your strength up...

A secret you kept close to yourself kept playing in the back of your mind. You wished you were a part of the team. You longed to be on missions, you longed to make a difference. You didn't just want to fix broken soldiers. You wanted to be out there, helping them. Making the world a little less dirty.

Grabbing your phone and AirPods you head out your room, locking the door and head down the corridor. Passing the infirmary you take a quick look in there.

So much stuff to do in there you think as you observe the bleakness that remained unchanged.

Heading outside you see the sun rising in the east. Placing your headphones in, and tapping on your running playlist you begin a slow jog around the perimeter of base. Observing everything, what has changed - a lot- and what has not changed - the aircraft hanger is still has that dent when a helo crashed into it years ago.

How has it been nearly 12 years you think to yourself as you start to quicken your pace.

After 20 minutes you feel tired. Legs feeling like lead, you drag them back to your room.

Checking the clock it was nearly 6:30am. Taking off the shoes and running clothes you hop in the shower. Letting the warm water hit your body, soaking your hair as you bask in the privacy of this small shower.

After getting changed into your green combat trousers and black baggy top, you find your sweater and head to the mess hall, your long hair still lose and damp from the shower.

When you entered the mess hall, it was busy. All military personnel were all up and ready for breakfast. Most of them had finished their breakfasts and where talking to each other, already in the designated groups.

You search the mess hall for any familiar faces, mainly trying to see Soap or Price. But trying to avoid the masked menace, Ghost.

Grabbing breakfast, you find a seat and started picking at the food on your plate. Went for a standard english breakfast, minus the black pudding and tomatoes and, of course, PG tips tea.

Enjoying the solitude of eating your breakfast, you begin to think of the tasks that had to be done with that infirmary. Pulling out the phone, you begin typing a list of to dos on the Notes app.

"Good morning!" Someone said brightly

You look up and see Soap holding his plate on a tray and places it on the same table but opposite you and sits down.

"Good morning" you respond, tucking your phone away back in your pocket and picked up your fork to eat a piece of bacon.

"How are you?" Soap asks, grinning whilst he cut up his bacon and sausages.

"Good, yourself?" You say as you try and swallow the forming of the lump in your throat.

"Not bad, not bad" Soap replies

You can feel the tension and awkwardness looming. Then you realise he probably doesn't know your name, or much about you. Your unsure whether or not to tell him these details.

"Enjoying your breakfast?" Soap asks, breaking the silence and the thoughts running in your head

"Er, yeah it's pretty good" You respond.

"Good" Soap says, smiling at you and then continues to eat.

After taking a sip of tea, you feel like maybe it is time, Price didn't say anything about not telling them your name or other details...

Take a leap of faith you think

"I'm Hari" You say finally

Soap looks up and smiles, and then extends his right arm for another handshake. You accept and shake his hand.

"Nice to meet yer Hari" Soap says

"Nice to meet you too"

"Price says you are our new doctor" Soap chirped

"Yeah.. ermm I guess I am" You say slowly

The malpractice issue... Does Soap know?

"You guess? Where did you go to medical school?" Soap asks

"Er, UCL in London" You respond

"Ah very nice" Soap says

You take another sip of tea. But kept the mug in front of your lips.

He does have a lot of questions you ponder, gazing at his face and his body as he continues to cut and eat his breakfast. You stare particularly longer at his mohawk. You divert your eyes from him back to plate before he realises you've been staring.

The chatter in the mess hall dies down as the personnel flock towards their duties.

"You training with us today or you doing something else?" Soap asks, breaking the silence yet again

"Need to sort out the infirmary and talk to Price about" You say "He said it was in a somewhat good state, but it's barren" you add

Soap chews on his food and nods, chuckling.

"Yer, the lads have kind of stripped it of it's supplies since the old Doc left" Soap says

"Even when the door was locked?" You question him, remembering the key Ghost had in his pocket

"Well, we only just locked it before you turned up" Soap admitted

Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh taking another sip of tea.

"So.." Soap begins and then takes a sip of his coffee.

Another questions looms you think

"Price told us about a malpractice issue you had..." Soap says, diverting his eyes from yours.

You smirk again of course he'd know

"Yeah, I killed a man" You said bluntly.

Soap's expression changed to disbelief and shock and shifts slightly back at your blunt admission

"With this thumb" You add letting out laugh as you give him a thumbs up

Soap laughs nervously, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Don't know if I can tell anyone, but it is minor" you say, trying to reassure Soap, giving him a gentle smile.

"Aye... did yer kill anyone?" He says curiously

"No, of course not" you say.

Soap nods and continues to finish his food.

You take the last sip of tea, prepare to leave. As you get up and take your dishes, Soap does the same. Both of you heading to the racks trolleys where the mass of plates once full of food lay. You add yours to the growing stack and Soap does the same.

"I'll see yer later" Soap says giving you a light tap on your back. You give him a nod and a small smile.

Heading to the bathroom, you wash your hands and stare at yourself in the mirror. You chuckle to yourself as you remember the look on Soap's face.

Heading to the infirmary, you find Price and Ghost in there, both of them wearing military fatigues, only Ghost's were all black and he wore a jacket. Talking to one another and looking around the drawers.

"Good morning" Price says as you walk in

"Morning Captain" you say nodding to Price "Morning Lieutenant" nodding to Ghost

"Mornin'" he replies, giving you a slight nod as well, arms crossed over his chest.

"Infirmary is a bit of tip" Price says

"It's non-existent at the moment Captain" You say quickly "Soap told me about fellow soldiers coming in and taking what they wanted"

Price chuckles and sighs

"Yes, that was considered normal under Doctor Allen" Price explained "We've got the names of the suppliers and there's a new desk, chair and med bed coming later this afternoon. I'll leave the ordering of supplies to you" Price said

"Excellent" You say, heading over to the old rusty med bed. It was similar to the ones in the hospital you previously worked at.

"Ghost here will give you a hand with anything you need" Price resumed.

"I should be fine, I have my laptop with me so I can order supplies. Just let me know the time they will arrive"

"You sure?" Price asks

"I'm sure, cleaning supplies still down in the west corridor?" You say

Price smiles and looks at Ghost, Ghost still looking at you, he unfolds his arms and walks over to you.

"Don' min' helpin' you" Ghost says, staring at you "I'll get the cleanin' equipment" he says walking off to the door

"Thanks Lieutenant" You say watching him leave.

"Ru-" Price begins but then stops himself when he notices your eyes widen "Sorry, Hari, you alright" Price says

"Yes sir" you reply "Just getting used to being back here"

"You seem rigid" Price says coming towards you

"Just getting used to being back here again" you say, looking out of the window and gazing at the clear blue sky.

"Bad memories?" Price asks

"No, just..." you begin, you look down at your nails and start scratching your nails with your thumb, it was a bad habit you had since you were a teen. Price took note, he recognised this habit from those years ago. Back when you were just a smiley young adult beginning your military career.

"The Captain" Price says, as though he could read your mind

You look up, pursing your lips and then look back out of the window.

"It feels weird being here and him not being here" you say, the lump in your throat stats to form. Globus sensation.

"I know, a lot of good soldiers die..." Price begins edging towards you

"But you can't let that stop you from carrying on with the task at hand" you resume for him. Turning your head to face Price, who smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder, a misty glaze took over his eyes. He turned away and raised his hand to his face covering his eyes, as though he was trying to hold back a tear.

"I shall leave you to it then" Price said, clearing his throat and collecting himself.

It was a saying The Captain would always say when a mission or training went sideways. It was one of the last things he said to you in Siberia.

<CUE FLASHBACK> Siberia, Russia, October 12 2010 Day 3- "Blue, check your heartbeat sensor" Captain said over the radio Both of you had reached the outskirts of the base, the snow storm picking up, you adjusted up your white morf and your eye goggles, protecting your face from the harsh elements. You hold your sniper rifle up, and open up the heartbeat sensor "Checking sir" you reply over the radio "The blue dots are us, enemies will show up as white dots" you hear the Captain say. "Copy Cap" you say "Going high" you say over the radio as you spot a perfect ridge overlooking the base and signal to the Captain, he nods his head and follows. "This storm is perfect timing" The Captain says "We will be ghosts entering this base" The Captain joins you in the ridge overlooking the base. You are lying down, focusing your right eye in the scope of the sniper, eye goggles up on your forehead. "Two tangos north of us" you say "Copy Blue" The Captain says "Your target" he said, looking through his own scope. Through the scope you see the two tangos, talking and facing each other. One them just moved just in front of the other. You took your shot. Collateral shot. "Good shot Blue" Captain said, "Let's go and head to the base and get the Fire disk" <END OF FLASHBACK>

In the infirmary, you took apart the old rusted med bed. It was simple and easy for you. As you flipped the mattress off, you noticed on the other side dried blood had stained it.

"Ergh. Gross" you say tossing the mattress near the door with your boot.

As Ghost walked through he nearly tripped over the mattress that had been flung near the doorway. You turned facing him, eyes widened.

"Sorry lieutenant" You said, picking up the mattress.

"S alrigh'" Ghost said, helping you with the mattress and placing it outside the infirmary.

"Got the supplies" he said, holding a bucket with sprays and cloths up towards you. You take the bucket

"Thank you sir" You say and head over to the cupboard and start doused the cabinets and draws with disinfectant.

Ghost moved over to you and grabbed a cloth from the bucket and started cleaning up where you sprayed the disinfectant. He watched from the corner of his eyes as you grabbed a cloth and then started working on the drawers nearer to the window. He couldn't help notice how long your hair had gotten, which was tied in a low ponytail, the ends curling slightly.

In the corner of your eye, you see Ghost move near you. You think to yourself that maybe you should actually engage in conversation with him. Get to know him. And the team.

"How long have you been with the 141?" You ask, turning to Ghost and giving him a smile as you set the disinfectant bottle next to the bucket and return to the drawers

"Few years" Ghost said, not being completely honest.

"Nice, are you SAS?" you ask

"Yeah" he responded, moving over towards the bottle, grabbing it and spraying the drawers next to you.

Maybe this is the chance he thought to himself

He had been going over the exact method of how he was going to tell you who he really was last night and this morning. He watched you clean the drawers, stood on one knee, paying attention to the handles and the insides. You remained stoic. That look of concentration taken ahold of your face. He remembered that face you made in the photo with The Captain. His chest sent another 'ping' through his upper body.

Feeling the glare of Ghost you look up at him, and furrowed your brows. He diverted his gaze and went back to cleaning the drawers.

"You alright?" you asked

"All good" he said

Do it now, like plaster, rip it off he thought to himself

"Listen-" he began to turn his body towards you

"Lt! There you are!" Soap shouted as he entered the infirmary

Both you and Ghost turned around, and saw Soap coming in with a mop and bucket.

Fucking hell Johnny Ghost thought.

"Price told me to get yer this Hari" Soap said, smiling at you

Hari? Is that the name you're using Ghost thought as he looked at you, remaining stoic as you got up and went to get the mop.

"Cheers Soap" you say "Gonna add a bit of yourself in there?" you say jokingly pointing to the bucket.

Ghost was taken aback. Since when did you get so friendly with him?

"Want to see me get soaked eh?" Soap says winking at you and grinning.

"No..." you say, squinting your eyes "'Cos' of your codename... Soap" you said. Hoping he'd get the pun

"Aye" Soap said chuckling realising the pun

"It was quite punny" you said turning towards Ghost smiling, who seemingly remained unmoved by the joke whilst Soap let out a roar of laughter.

Ghost sighed and turned back to the counter and resumed cleaning, whilst Soap continued to talk to you. Of course you'd gravitate towards him.

"Never mind Lt Hari, he takes a while to warm up to new people" Soap said slamming his hand on your right shoulder. The sudden pressure made you jolt. The pain crept up from clavicle down to your entire right arm.

"Shit, you alright?" Soap exclaimed

Ghost swiftly turned around and saw you rubbing your right shoulder, and Soap reaching for your hand. A sick feeling settled in his stomach.

"Yeah all good, sore shoulder from an arm workout" you lied

You moved away, your hand slipping from Soap's, and turned to walk to the bathroom near were the old med bed was and locked the door.

"What happened" Ghost asked looking at Soap narrowing his eyes at him

"Just patted her shoulder Lt" Soap explained

Ghost took in a deep breathe and then resumed the cleaning.

"Let's get back to cleaning" Ghost said "Don't forget to add actual soap into the bucket" he added pointing towards the other bucket on the counter.

Soap let out a small laugh and headed to the bucket in the counter to grab the soap.

In the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror. You take your sweater and top off and look at the scar on the top of your shoulder, it curved over shoulder, front and back. After all these years, all of a sudden, the pain felt the same as the moment you got shot in Siberia.

On the other side of the door, Ghost continued to clean away the grime and gunk surrounding the drawers. He didn't mind helping, the infirmary was a right tip after Doctor Allen left. He decided for now he wouldn't tell you who he was. He couldn't... not just yet. Letting you think he was just a ghost.

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kindatired · 2 months

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Genshin Impact: First Impression

I know, "You just NOW getting into Genshin after four years?'

Well, I didn't want to play on my phone so I waited to buy a laptop. I did bought a MacBook for school but then I found out that even though this game runs on IOS it doesn't run on MacOS...

(I should've known since the game isn't on the Switch...

Why most of the games I want to play isn't playable on the devices I have- Anyways back to the point.

I just finish Mondstadt in Genshin and so far I really like the story which makes me excited for what they have in store in Liyue. So this is all my thoughts about the first Archon quest, all in one go.

This chapter was a nice introduction to the world of Tevyat and I like how we already have to worry about two antagonistic groups (The fatui and Abyss Order)

Matter of fact let me list down how I think of each character:

The traveler:

I wish they have more character to them especially during the cutscenes. Despite being the protagonist I feel like they’re just in the backseat most of the time with the exception of them needing to action scenes. (Due to this my version of the traveler is that they're snarky but their heart is in the right place.) But I like how they showed us what the other sibling is doing because most stories they will have it a mystery right before the final arc

Paimon:

She’s cute but also WHERE IS HER PARENTS? At the start, she said that she was saved from drowning and I was like “Who was watching you?? Do you have any friends or anything?” I truly believe she will be a plot point in the story considering she can float around and have a space aesthetic to her

Venti:

I really like how mysterious he was at the start of the story and then later we see how much of a doofus he is. (Not saying he's dumb but carefree) Despite not wanting to be a ruling god, he still cares for his city in his own way. I don’t know why but if you mix Pit and Palutena together and then boom there’s Venti.

Amber:

I love her design so much. It's simple yet effective especially with the red bow. I feel like the team knew this too which is why she comes with her own plushie which is so freaking cute! Her character quests is fun too when she taught us to get our own glider's license. I don't know why but she gives the first classmate you befriend in class energy (Probably because she is the first person beside Paimon that we met in the game)

Kaeya:

I’m down bad I like how he has a laidback personality yet he’s always behind the scenes. Despite the front he puts up, you know he’s doing something else. Kind of wish we get to see more of him but I’m satisfied with what we got

Lisa:

At first I thought she was going to be a flirt she kinda is But I found it funny how she’s has a “I don’t have time with this bs” attitude on her side quest but still have a lot of patience for people's BS at times. I can't exactly remember but I think when she was trying to find all the overdue books, she went "I might as well make it fun" and brought the traveler and Paimon along too.

Jean:

Once I take a step back and think of all the things she had to deal with during this arc, it was definitely something. Abyss Order, The Dragon, The Fatui and trying to keep the citizens calm. She doesn’t get enough credit where it’s due. There's this one line delivery in the English version, I can't exactly point out when but it was about how the Fat couldn't get the upper hand in the situation. I don't know why but her tone of voice was passive aggressive, like she was praying on their downfall.

Diluc:

Mix opinions on him due to him sending us to find four of those ice flowers and I had to spend a hour and thirty minutes trying to find the fourth one. So yeah I have bitter feelings about that Serious note, he's probably my favorite character in Mondstadt if we're not including Amber and Kaeya. Bro is the Batman of the game, they even call him the Dark knight

Abyss Ice Mage:

Yeah I dedicated a whole section to this NPC because Imagine being electrocuted by Lisa and flamed by Diluc within a week. Like bro was put in the wringer (rightfully so). Kinda hoped they appear in the future story so this trend of Ice Mage being comedically abused continues.

My thoughts of the story:

I thought the first archon quest of the story is neat. It has nothing too spectacle as it works as a exposition to the world of Teyvat and it done that job very well.

The twist of knowing where the traveler's sibling is doing was definitely something I never thought would happen. Usually in most stories, they would have the sibling in prison but nope.

Your sibling is doing fine just helping out the big bad organization that is trying to destroy Teyvat.

Now this may be a reach but I like how each character has the freedom of accomplishing their goals by their own way.

First you have the traveler, by default they have the freedom of not being born in Teyvat as they are not from this world. Because of this, they have the ability to use more than one element. Another note is that because the traveler isn't bound by the nation's rules as they wasn't raised in Teyvat, they're always the person with a third option, sort of like a spectator...

is this why they're so quiet? So he can hear the opinions of others before making their own conclusions???

Paimon also has freedom as she doesn't have a parental figure which allows her to tag along, traveler on their quests.

Moving on to the people of Mondstadt, even within the Knights of Favonius who are under strict codes, handle tasks using their own method.

Example of this is the uniforms.

While Amber, Lisa, Kaeya, and Jean share the same motifs as being in the same group, their uniforms are completely different. You know how in magical girl shows, where you have sailor moon, where every soldier wears the same design but different color palette? Then there are other shows like Magica Madoka, where the girls where completely different outfits? The knights of favonius fits the latter, with the exception of the NPCs.

Even the way they handle tasks are different. Amber make sure she does her best to follow the rules but with a bit a flare. Lisa is a tad strict but her approach is passive. Kaeya always tries to find a loophole in the situation to see the whole picture. (Example: Him "staying behind" in the city, to get more information about the Abyss Order). Jean who follows the rules, but know there are times when the rules have to be bend.

Then you have the outliners like Diluc and Venti who are not apart of the knights. Diluc doesn't trust the knights to completely solve the problem so he acts as a vigilante, to pick up the pieces they fail to notice.

Venti who is the god of freedom, decided to not rule his region like the other archons. Instead, he watches it from afar, like the guardian he is, and steps in when the time is right.

All these characters are different in one way or another but they all come together to work together because they all share a common goal. Still even if you do things your own way, you still have to bear the responsibility of your actions.

Venti was too nonchalant in his approach of protecting his region which resulted in a Harbinger, La Signora, taking his Gnosis.

I say he was nonchalant because he was focus on the current problems of his country, which was storm bringer, and not future problems such as the Fatui. Because he wasn't focus on them, he let his guard down when the problem with storm bringer was solved.

I know this may be a stretch and I'm just writing what pops up in my head but that's what I got from the message of the archon quest.

Speaking of La Signora, how the hell did no one saw her attacking Venti and traveler or at the very least heard it? I know Barbara did but you're telling me that only ONE person heard that shit?!

So after talking to Venti it appears that we have to go to every seven regions to find the traveler's siblings. Or in this case, try to convince them to not destroy this world.

The fuck do we look like Pokemon Trainers?... Because I can sing the theme songs if you want

Either way, I had fun with the story. Gamplay-wise... I'm not really much of a gamer myself. I don't go into the mechanics of the game.I play fighting game, barely knowing the combos and just smash buttons to win

However, I can say the gameplay of Genshin is easy to get into. Unfortunately, it's a rpg so I have to farm for materials... yay, I guess. But it's not as bad as Fate Grand Order, Fate grand order farming system is a shit storm especially considering how it's a turn based but doesn't have a auto-farm system.

(for those who want to get into the story of FGO, just look it up on Youtube, do not play the game. )

When exploring, I often hesitate of where I go, because the game doesn't want you to explore said region yet, They will send Paimon telling you "Let's explore that later" only to yeet you off the cliff.

Speaking of Gameplay Paimon, she always setting us up. There was this purple spot, and she told us to blow it away to see what it is, only for it to be the eye of the storm... Its not like it was hard but it was annoying to fight it.

At least she let us control the time though.

Overall, I had fun with the game, I'm looking forward for Liyue and thank you for reading all of this as I was writing as I go so I know there is MANY grammar errors in this review.

Can't wait for Liyue because then I will get to see the character that convinced me to play the game.

#genshin impact #genshin impact review #genshin venti #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #lisa minci #jean gunnhildr #genshin impact amber #paimon #lumine #aether #Genshin Impact thoughts #hoyoverse #mihoyo

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SELFISH 2

A/n I kind of hate this mostly the ending but idk

Jackman Thomas Harlow had in his eyes captured his dream like he always has if he wanted it he went after it but their was something that was missing.

In the recent months you and Jack had talked he confessed to you about his cheating and how he was sorry the typical.

Working on your relationship is what he came to the conclusion of doing you going along Jack had been trying to win your trust back not that it matters to you but you had to play the part till the end.

You had been with Jack a draining 6 months after he cheated on you it only took you half of that to get over it and under someone else.

You were playing Jack Harlow favorite game and you were doing it better.

Waiting until Jack felt like you’re relationship was going good,great, amazing.

Your home in the Dominican Republic was completely finished from the custom rooms to the groceries in the kitchen waiting on you.

You had made the signs noticeable for jack but not too just to the point where if he thought about it he could figure it out.

“Baby where are you going” he’d call out

“I’m going to help Rebekah with her wedding planning” you lie back and he ate it up with a kiss in the cheek you were off.

You weren’t actually planning on cheating back but it kind of fell into your lap honestly you made sure that the person was aware of what this was but their was something else a connection.

You both bonded and let each other in and your in all honesty at times for hot and the plan and so did they.

“ why can’t you just stay the night” he rubbed your back as you sat up putting your shirt back on.

“ you know I can’t jack with be home in two hours” you said huffing

“When are we going to be together freely” he said moving his golden locks out of his face

“Very soon come by the house tomorrow we’ll tell him then” you ended the conversation grabbing the rest of your things and leaving.

Went you arrived home you were met with jack in the kitchen making dinner as soon as he smelt your scent he tackled you in a hug.

“Bunny I’ve missed you baby how’s the wedding planning going for Rebekah” he said making you want to roll your eyes at the stupid name.

“She just pregnant and hormonal mal and stress” you replied smelling the stew he was cooking was making you nauseous.

Swallowing the smell was too much and soon you charge for the bathroom puking what feels like your entire body into the toilet.

Hearing jack come up behind you rubbing you back even in this state you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“Are you okay” jack asked slowly your head peaks out the toilet giving him a slow nod wanting to be left alone.

After drinking some water you drag your way upstairs and lay down for the night.

Early the next morning

Just as yesterday ended it began today the same way Jack already being gone doing whatever you confirmed the last stage.

After that having nothing to do you started packing your things and securing your flight to go to your new home.

The afternoon was filled with phone calls, store runs, and packing.

The day moved slow but nonetheless it went here you are sitting across your technical boyfriend and your lover.

After taking a breath and a quick look in the mirror your bags were already in your car walking down stairs seeing jack and Urban on the couch watching something you stepped in front.

“Mamas your bl-“ “ I’m pregnant and it’s not yours we’re done” you said with a monotone voice matching your face.

“What” was uttered as his mouth hang open it and Urbans matching for a complete different reason.

“ what you thought I would stay with you after you were fucking ruby all across the coast that weak ass apology and confession maybe it would have got me a few weeks into your mistreatment you spent half our relationship cheating on me and had the nerve to expect me to stay” you barked out

“ I love you thought you would really do something like this or is this a prank” he hoped that’s what it was it wasn’t.

Slapping the sonogram picture on the table enjoying his shocked expression fishing your sunglasses out of your pocket leaving.

Settling in on the plane First Class ironically snuggled in his hand resting on your slightly bulging belly you and urban sat with a smile.

“I can’t wait until we land for our new home and life” he stroked your tummy kissing your forehead.

“Me either baby me either” you replied making each other smile.

#Spotify #jack harlow #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x reader #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow angst

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marylairre · 3 months

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For the Character Ask Game

Lairre: 1; 4; 9; 14; 25 Ruth Evershed: 1; 2; 6; 10; 20

(You don't have to answer all those questions, BTW - feel free to pick and choose out of the 5 I asked for each one.)

So. I'm answering all of them. Because I love them. Thank you <3

LAIRRE

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I love the narrative contrast of... how she is in the canon versus her deeply tragic roots. She's very much the 'I was dealt a shitty hand and it took ages but I chipped at the road and I've made the most of it' character. Plus, I love her snark which is absolutely a consequence of Nicola Walker's line delivery. Which, as we know, is always on point.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

TV series, actually. I feel like... if you took monster of the week style adventures like Mythos and applied the usual over-arching narrative, you'd have struck gold, probably.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Fuck no, we'd be so bad for each other. I do dumb shit that'd annoy her, and her snark would probably make me cry at some point. I'm lowkey a sensitive little shit. We'd bump heads. I do think, long run we'd be okay, but not in a 24/7 living in the same space scenario.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Day to day I always picture her dressing kind of like Cassie from Unforgotten but like... somewhat neater? Deep pockets are essential, got to keep that phone somewhere and with the size of phones these days... well. Let's not lose our enochian wards on accident. And I say deep pockets because I don't see Lairre as the purse carrying type.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

It's a bit funny to answer this one because innitially I didn't really form an impression of her. I knew I liked her but I got lost in the storytelling because I was lacking context for a few things, but that lowkey fondness only got stronger over time. I absolutely love her now, and I miss her and I hope Julian Simpson brings her back again soon. That one little bit at the last episode of The Lovecraft Investigations was not enough :P

RUTH EVERSHED

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

*gestures wildly* have you seen her? Do I need to elaborate? She's, as someone else once said a dark-haired brilliant bitch. And she really is. She's so multifaceted and layered - starting out as always wanting to please, and quietly content just doing her thing to just wanting to protect those closest to her. Her character journey is... peak.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

She rambles. She rambles on and on to the point of tripping up and I love that. It's such a small thing but it makes her human. Sod perfect speech, give me characters that think faster than their mouth moves.

6. What's something you have in common with this character?

The forever alone cat lady vibe is real. Always in love with older people out of reach. Love never quite happens. Content just doing my thing even if I'm the odd one out, it's how I like it. Also used to share her early series dress-sense when I was in my teens. Bohemian all the way, though, I'm more in my late series Ruth era where dress is concerned these days.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

Given time and space to both of us for that to naturally happen? Probably. But we're both very watching this from a distance where strangers are concerned, bit odd on the social front, so us befriending and getting close would take luck and looooot of time.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I thought on this one long and hard because the thing is, of all the characters on the show, she's friends with a few of the long running ones and deep as that goes her ideal best friend, the one person who probably gets her best despite all the ups and downs of their turbulent relationship is Harry. In my eyes anyway. But as that is ship territory, I really enjoyed her easy friendship with Danny and I would have loved to have seen more of it. Zaf as well actually. So, tricky question that I fear I do not have a very definitive answer to.

#ask #answered #persbooks #personal text

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memestockpile · 9 months

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running on empty (1988) feel free to change as needed.

hang in there, man!

take it easy.

come on, it's only a game.

if you don't like it, why do you do it?

i can't remember nothing. my brain's a sieve.

how did you learn all that stuff?

the study group's at my place on thursday.

the nerve those assholes have.

let's blow this pop stand. i'm starving.

get into bed!

what's "elude" mean?

they look kind of uptight.

that's how legends are made.

there's food for you.

you look pretty, [name].

what's the matter, kid?

i just feel kind of lousy.

you're supposed to feel that way at [age].

it's terrific not recognizing yourself when you look in the mirror.

it's wonderful having a new name every six months.

what the hell's your problem?

i wish it was easier.

there's nothing left to go back to now.

we have to hang on to each other.

i packed them, but i can't find them.

i'd probably lose my head if it weren't screwed on.

radical!

did you make the team?

we have to chop some firewood.

just tell them something. otherwise, they'll keep bugging you.

how about you, small stuff?

you're not the poster child for mental health.

you're certifiable.

i'd like a word with you.

what is this, some sort of smart-ass joke?

i want to learn to cook.

my father thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread.

don't let him scare you.

they're boring as hell. you wanna come?

fucking chamber music.

all it is is just a lot of people sitting around in ties and pantyhose.

when did you become the minister of culture?

you think you're cute, but you're full of shit.

don't talk to me like that.

you taught me to question authority.

who do you think you are? general patton?

there's some people i want you to meet.

finish your milk.

polite is phony.

don't you ever want to say, "cut the shit"?

it's kind of like you're leading a regular life.

i'm a good liar, but i'm tired.

how come i feel so uneasy?

let's take a walk.

you're out of your fucking mind!

i don't owe you a goddamn thing!

a lot of bad shit's happened. a lot of bad shit keeps happening.

the pigs or the media only pay attention when something or somebody gets blown away.

if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.

do you think we'll win this by turning the other cheek?

you're a [age] year old infant.

i wasn't sure if you liked me or not.

sometimes you're so distant.

i usually don't follow people i don't like for ten miles into the middle of the woods.

you scare a lot of people.

a lot of people scare me.

what's wrong with being nice?

they see what they want to see, and they block out everything else.

i don't know a thing about you. you might as well have sprung full-grown out of the head of zeus.

i don't want pieces of tiny fingers in my stew.

you sure you ain't a [sender's last name]? they didn't switch you at the hospital, did they?

sing it, honey.

i'm very happy with you.

you're a bully.

you have a lot of secrets, don't you?

she's full of beans.

hit the sack. you got school tomorrow.

could you knock next time?

would you like some coffee?

we're not the rockefellers.

why doesn't he keep his goddamn nose out of our business?

god, i was so stupid.

it isn't fair.

it won't help to beat yourself up.

we should turn ourselves in.

this tooth is killing me.

i always worry when you go into the city.

it's been quiet. sometimes it gets too quiet.

you always make me feel so guilty.

i need you to make a phone call for me.

you can call the cops if you want to.

this is hard for me, too.

i didn't kill anybody.

look, i didn't come here to defend myself or talk politics.

there's some irony in this, don't you think?

i'm sorry that i've caused you so much pain.

cover your tracks.

you can't keep running away from something you had nothing to do with.

you deserve your own chance.

this isn't a good time to discuss this.

could you help me with this zipper, dear?

i'm going out for a smoke.

all families break up.

why do you have to carry the burden of someone else's life?

i love you, but i have to go.

i don't know how to say goodbye.

you're on your own, kid.

i love you, baby. we all love you. now go out there and make a difference.

we tried, and don't let anyone tell you any different.

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rosecoloredknight · 7 months

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the kind of love where we can have dates that involve walks in the park, picnic date, convention dates, matching pjs, trying different restaurants, volunteering, visiting different museums together, trying different fast food chains, grocery shopping together, bookstore shopping together where we also choose a book for each other to read, going furniture shopping together, thrift store shopping together, where we hold each other's hands and do that little thumb rub, where we dress each other up, cooking/baking together our favorite meals/desserts or trying new recipes, blanket fort date night, movie/tv show binge night date, introduce each other to our favorite shows, movies, and music, playing video games together, playing BOARD GAMES together, going late at night for a quick snack grab or McDonald's run, have those types of days where we ignore the world and spend the whole day in our home doing nothing except enjoy each other's company while we also cuddle and nap together, that love where we can't wait to get home to each other and talk about our day.

The type of love where we can playfully roast each other, be cheesy and romantic with each other, talk about our childhood, talk about our scars and tattoos, talk about our dreams and goals, listen to each other as we talk on the things we are passionate about, support and reassure each other that we're here for one another.

And if at first it requires distance, the type of love where we will keep each other updated throughout the day knowing how much keeping each other involved in our life means to us, we'll talk on the phone or video chat when needed, we'll buy video games thst we both can play together online,we will buy snacks from around the world and video chat each other as we try the snacks together, we'll send each other selfies, random pictures of the moon, flowers, sunsets etc, and send care packages of goodies for whenever we're feeling sad or in need of a mood lifter.

The type of love where we grow together and want to recreate new memories together from our past because we are willing to gracefully let go of what was as we embrace the new memories we'll make together.

I hope for the type of love that will make life no matter how simple or insignificant, worth it. Not that it isn't already, but having you by my side is a little bit more special.

#love.#someday #i hope #♥️#personal #just daydreaming like the loser i am about love #hopeless romantic mood

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wandaluvstacos · 8 months

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THE ONLY SECONDS THAT MATTER

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE IS UP!

Genre: Contemporary Romance Rating: 18+

Includes: Extensive horse nerdery + cowboys, mxm romance (1 trans + 1 cis), some discussion child abuse, some instances of trans/homophobia (it is rural Oklahoma, y'all), depression, occasional sex scene (but it’s a slow burn for sure)

Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victor’s been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and he’s ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he can’t fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anything– Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.

Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victor’s opposite. However, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnny’s life until there’s no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but there’s more to him than he’ll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if there’s anything Johnny’s taught him, it’s how to stay in the saddle.

Excerpt:

Victor was looking at his phone when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned and was instantly met with Sebastian’s smiling face, which very much looked like the one in his photos—tight black curls, olive complexion, cherubic features and each ear and one nostril bearing at least one ring. To his surprise, Sebastian launched himself on Victor with a strong embrace, and Victor staggered a step with a laugh before hugging Sebastian back.

“I’m sorry!” Sebastian said, stepping back with a grin. “I guess I’m just so happy to meet you! Wow.” He paused, blinking. “You’re so cute, oh my God.”

Victor’s reaction must have been shocked, because Sebastian threw a hand up and apologized. “Sorry, I shouldn’t just say that. That’s weird. Ugh, sorry I’m being so awkward.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re fine. You’re cute, too.” The words felt weird in Victor’s mouth; he wasn’t raised to be so honest and upfront, but it seemed to bring Sebastian comfort, because he smiled and nodded. Sebastian still had a bit of a baby face, and he was only five-three, which Victor knew from his profile but seeing him in person served as a strong reminder. Still, Victor wanted to hug him again, just because it felt so good to be around someone like him. It didn’t hurt that Sebastian was good looking and seemed far sweeter than most of the guys Victor met up with from Grindr.

“I know it’s not PC or whatever to compliment each other on how well we pass, but, like… you’re very much goals,” Sebastian admitted. “Again, sorry if I shouldn’t say that—”

“It’s fine. It’s been a long time since I’ve been clocked.”

“God, that sounds nice. I just called ma’am yesterday when I wasn’t wearing my binder.” Sebastian curled his arms around himself and rolled his eyes. “Not my fault I’ve got huge boobs. I’ve been trying to raise money for ages to get them chopped off but, you know…” Sebastian shrugged. “It’s a lot of money.” He paused, then winced. “Geezus, I told myself if I met up with another trans guy we wouldn’t spend our time talking about being trans and look at me! Sorry.”

“One trick to passing,” Victor said, holding up a finger, “is not apologizing for anything.”

Sebastian laughed. “Note taken. It’s better to just tell people to suck my dick.”

Victor bowed his head. “Now you’re learning. Let’s get something to eat, cuz I’m starving, and I’m paying.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I am. What kind of fried food do you like?”

“The south is going to give me heart disease. There’s no vegetable they won’t fry. But a burger or whatever sounds fine.”

“Here’s the place to get one. Come on.”

#The Only Seconds that Matter #my writing #original fiction #update #Patreon #excerpt

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leafs-lover · 6 months

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Hi babe! Are u still taking the number requests for BTPGD? I'm obsessed with this story and have read it countless times. I'm always up to know a bit more about them all!

Would you do 5- 17-20 for Freddie and Y/N?

I’ll answer any questions about any of my couples, just send an ask!

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

Obviously they argue because all couples do, but they aren’t the kind of couple that is constantly bickering.

YN will be cold, so she’ll turn up the heat and put on extra layers. Then she’ll get hot and take off clothes, always starting with socks. Fred will find her socks in the kitchen, under the bathroom vanity, in the couch cushions. It drives him insane.

YN hates how Fred buys things for the kids, not so much clothes or small gifts but Ollie wanted a dirt bike, so Fred bought him one. The kids wanted to learn snowboarding/skiing and Fred went and bought them brand new everything. Nothing was used, they didn’t start with rentals, all of it was new, and by the time next winter came only Liam wanted to do it again and he had outgrown his stuff but was too small for Oliver’s. She argued they should have bought used (except for helmets) or considered renting to start and if they stuck with it, then bought stuff. But he will do that for everything.

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

YN can be fairly reserved at times. Her parents were very open, but her grandparents weren’t and she kinda got used to keeping everything in. She is comfortable with Fred but sometimes she just goes back into her shell and Fred has to be patient with her.

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

YN doesn’t get sick😂

But she actually fights so hard and denies being sick. Fred will feed her multi-vitamins and practically pour water and orange juice down her throat, make soup for dinner because “he was in the mood” he 100% made it for her. He will make her a bath because “she deserves one” and she does deserve it but he just needs her to relax and will take the kids somewhere or if it’s at night will have them all tucked in so it’s a nice quiet night for her. Once she takes a minute to herself her body shuts down and while she doesn’t admit to being sick, she will curl up next to him and fall asleep on the couch, then wake up 12 hours later in their bed because Fred carried her up.

YN goes into mom-mode when Fred is sick and does everything even though he hasn’t asked. She basically treats him as a fifth kid no matter his objections if he has so much as a cold.

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

90% of the time YN is wearing leggings and one of Fred’s shirts/sweaters. She’ll wear his hats out to games. She basically calls his clothes “their clothes” so one time Fred decided to take her up on the “our” part, and put on a pair of her lululemon leggings. Shortly after he was on their website buying another pair because his thighs did some damage 🤭

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective

YN scratches her hands through his hair or will run her hand over his back. Fred will also try to smother a child and bring them in for cuddles, but it depends on the kids mood if that works for him 😂

YN just forced herself into Fred’s lap (not actually he just cradles her against his frame) and gets as close to him as possible.

When he is on the road, yn will grab one of his pillows that faintly smells of him and cuddles it, then will call him regardless of the time zone and make him stay on the phone talking to her until she falls asleep.

Send me a number and I’ll answer this about any of my couples!

#btpgd #because two people got drunk

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sunel0 · 2 years

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First Kill

A late SteoDay entry @steoevents

You can read it on AO3

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Relationship: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski, Tara Raeken, Allison Argent, Tracy Stewart Additional Tags: Vampire Theo Raeken, Hunter Stiles Stilinski, Adopted Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent & Stiles Stilinski Are Siblings, Enemies, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Blood Drinking, Seven Minutes In Heaven Game, Tara Dies, Murder, nothing really happens they just get obsessed with killing each other Words: 7329

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Theo was standing in front of the mirror in their ridiculously big, ridiculously bougie, and ridiculously light entrance hallway, staring down his own reflection, checking to make sure his fangs weren't showing. Which he could feel they didn't do, but he did need to do something.

Soon Tracy was going to pick him up for school, which he found unbelievably annoying, but then he did drive his truck into a tree, so it was mostly on him that it needed fixing right now.

He sighed, impatiently checking his phone.

Tracy was running late, which meant he was running late.

Tara slid behind his back, as if he couldn't hear her coming in her heels on their fancy floor a mile away, putting a hand on his shoulder in one smooth motion, placing her chin on the other, looking at both their reflections.

"Are you nervous your little girlfriend will figure out you're planning to snack on her?" she turned her head to the side, letting out a tiny laugh that purposefully sounded like silver bells or something, because she was the perfect little heiress to the family. "Literally."

Theo rolled his eyes. He was so glad sometimes that he wasn't a girl and didn't stand a chance at having a place in the vampire hierarchy. If something were to happen to Tara, the responsibility was going to go to their cousin, not Theo, since he was a guy. Which was bad for the family, Theo guessed, loosing the status and all.

"It's not going to be her."

It was Tara's turn to roll her eyes, looking as annoyed as Theo felt.

"I don't get you. She's a perfectly fine mark, and you need to get your First Kill soon, Theo," their eyes met in the mirror. "It's not something you can put off for too long," she said with intention, as if talking to a toddler who didn't understand why one shouldn't play with an electric socket.

She patted his shoulder and left, leaving him even more annoyed.

He knew perfectly well that he had to kill someone soon. He wanted to. He had been waiting for this since he could walk, basically. He felt the burn of it in the back of his throat pretty much all the time even with the pills.

But he also knew that Tracy wasn't it. He wanted his First Kill to be perfect. It couldn't just be anyone. But he didn't know who it had to be yet, he didn't see anyone who would be what he wanted.

He just knew that he would know when he needed to know. And Tara rushing him wasn't going to do anything. Theo didn't even exactly understand why she was rushing him. The thirst wasn't getting super bad (maybe just yet), the blood pills their parents got him worked fine; he wasn't female, so he wasn't in waiting for the crown of vampire royalty, even if they didn't really have any kind of proper governing structure or anything in place. He didn't really matter that much in the grand scheme of powers his mother and sister cared the most about.

There was a honk from the outside.

"Your little friend is here," Tara almost sang from the living room, as if Theo wasn't literally standing by the door. "Still alive," she added in an exaggeratedly sad voice.

Theo almost growled, throwing the door open with Tara's infuriatingly ugly laughter following him out.

***

Stiles got out of his car. More like fell out, but whatever.

"I just don't get it, like, we've trained basically our whole lives. Well, you did, but still, I've done enough, too. Why can't we go hunting with them?" he complained, throwing his hands up, accidentally sending his car keys flying.

Allison looked up at their new school, covering her eyes from the sun, while he scrambled to pick them up.

"No, I totally agree, but I also think that maybe dad and Kate know better? Since, you know, they went through this exact thing and everything."

Stiles made a vague noise. They had this argument hundreds of times by now, both with their dad and aunt and without them. On one hand, yeah, maybe it was a safety thing, maybe they weren't ready or something. But on the other…

They have been training for so long, and when Stiles - an overly traumatised and overly excited seven-year-old back then - learned that he was getting adopted into a monster hunter family, he sure as hell had hoped for some monster hunting to happen eventually. And that was ten years ago. He wasn't that far from being an adult. Maybe he should be allowed to stab an undead thing here and there? Just a little bit. As a treat.

So while Allison may be willing to comply with what their dad said (and what their mom used to say), Stiles was going to kill something. Soon. He was going to get his First Kill in this town. He decided.

So he probably didn't have much time. No one knew how soon they were going to have to move, it was up to the Hunters' Guild. Stiles had better figure it out soon. It didn't have to be something big. Just a little zombie or something.

He finally retrieved his keys and looked up at the school as well. It was huge (especially for a town of this size), and bright, and somehow way too pretentious looking for a public school, really. The sun reflecting from the banner with the school football team's name (Stiles guessed it was football) was almost blinding.

"Okay, whatever. Do you have a scheme or something? Because this place is huge."

Allison sighed and took out her phone.

***

Theo was laughing at something one of the guys on the lacrosse team said, sitting up on the table, his feet on the chair, when he smelled something.

Something that caused the world around him to go bright red like it caught fire, and his all senses to become almost painfully sharp, his throat closing up with thirst. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, his hand gripping the edge of the table under him until it was almost painful.

Everything was so much, all at once, and he was so, so, so hungry, and there was so much food around him, and he felt his fangs press against his lower lip.

He couldn't… he needed…

He couldn't think. He just needed. What did he need?

He needed his pills. That was it. He was not about to ruin his First Kill by accidentally losing control. It was not happening.

His First Kill or his whole family's lives, actually.

He forced himself to let go of the table, then he dug around in his backpack by his side blindly, almost throwing it off the table, until he felt the little container with the very red capsules, almost dropping all of them onto the floor in his haste to rip the bottle open.

As soon as he felt the cold metal taste of the blood from the capsules cover his tongue in one thick explosion, the red in his eyes dissolved slowly like fog in sunlight, like the cover of the pill did in his mouth. He drew in a loud breath.

Josh made a compassionate sound from somewhere to Theo's left.

"Migraines are rough, bro."

Theo grunted in something resembling agreement, slowly peeling his eyes open.

Only to see a pair of brown ones staring at him, squinting slightly, suspicion in them clear as day. The sunlight from the huge window to the right made them look almost golden, like that fake liquid honey in those dumd squizzy bottles; those damned lashes looked like they were borrowed from a calf.

And that was when Theo knew. He felt a smirk slowly sneak its way onto his face. That was his person.

He knew who his First Kill was going to be.

"Who is that?"

Tracy, sitting in the next row, turned around, looking where Theo was looking.

"No idea," she turned back to painting her nails, disinterested.

Well, Theo was going to find this out. It was probably polite to know the name of the guy he was going to murder.

***

Stiles watched Theo Raeken from the bleachers. He and Allison were currently having to endure watching a lacrosse practice, purely for job reasons.

Only job reasons.

The fact that the guys looked mostly nice totally didn't do anything. And it absolutely wasn't as if Stiles actually liked sports.

Really, he wasn't on any teams just because they were moving around constantly, so there was no point.

"Look, there actually are painkillers that are pink, maybe he really has migraines?" Allison asked, showing Stiles a picture of a pill on her phone. "Or maybe he's a drug addict and needed his dose," She shrugged.

You know, like rich kids do casually, hung in the air.

Stiles turned to stare at her.

"So this sounds more plausible for you than the simple explanation of him being a vampire? And the pills were way more bright red than these are anyway. They were blood red, you know," he waved his hand at his sister and turned back to squinting at Theo on the field.

Only to immediately avert his eyes, totally inconspicuously, almost falling off the bench when he saw Theo squinting back at him.

Theo smiled and waved in all of his jock glory.

Stiles was totally not looking at him anymore.

Allison raised her eyebrows at him.

"Do you actually think he's a vampire or do you just need a reason to stalk the guy?"

Stiles actually fell over in his haste to stare at her accusatory and indignant. Like he needed a reason to stalk anyone. He could stalk whoever he wanted whenever he wanted.

And anyway…

"I have taste, actually, and he's… he's…" Stiles made a face and a gesture roughly in the direction of where he presumed Theo was on the field.

Because he wasn't looking.

Allison's eyebrows climbed even higher.

"Not your type?"

"Yeah!" the skepticism in Allison's eyes made him backtrack a bit. "Well, okay, that's a lie, but I'm not having a… crush on a vampire or something! Objectively, he's attractive, but that's it."

They were so lucky there was hardly anyone on the bleachers, so they didn't really need to lower their voices. He was grateful that vampire super-hearing was only a thing of legends.

He found Theo on the field again with his eyes, shit-talking some other guy on the team, by the looks of it. Allison might not believe him, but Stiles was going to prove all of them that he was right.

And get his First Kill in the process.

***

The party seemed like an easy way out. There are ways to get people away from other people even if they weren't that into you, and Theo knew all of them, of course. After hearing that there was a party happening already, he made sure that Stiles got invited as well, watched it happen. He didn't even have to organise anything. He didn't have any guarantees that Stiles would show up, though, but Theo was willing to take these odds.

Now he was standing in the living room, his usual entourage around him, keeping up the sound bubble around him while he scanned the room almost restlessly, waiting for Stiles to show up.

For now, he chose to ignore the possibility of this not happening.

Eventually, when Theo had to go get his glass of mostly juice refilled (he knew he wasn't going to get actually drunk, his body couldn't absorb human food that well, but it was going to have some effect, and Theo wanted to remember every single second of this night crystal clear) and almost went to do it (it was annoying to get through all the people), he noticed Stiles and his sister. Theo couldn't remember her name; she was also very pretty, and betting on her was probably safer in terms of how easy it would've been to get her away from everyone, but Theo knew what he wanted.

He jumped off the closed grand piano he was sitting on, turning to Tracy.

"You know what, this is getting boring," he stretched a bit, lazily. "Maybe we should arrange a game or something. Seven minutes in heaven?" He said distractedly, knowing full well Tracy was going to jump to organize whatever he mentioned.

"Oh yeah, totally," and she was off somewhere in the crowd looking for people and a place.

Getting into the kitchen to refill his juice, he found Josh there.

"I heard Tracy was arranging some game. Should we invite the new guy? Get to know them better and everything, you know," a lazy smile definitely got his point across.

After ticking off this point of his plan, making the cogs of the party move and the clock tick its way to the hour of First Kill, Theo moved forward.

In one of the upstairs bedrooms (he felt kind of annoyed about this, he had wasted some time looking) he found Lucas.

Leaning against the wall, the picture of casual disinterest, Theo took in all the weed on the blue duvet.

"You heard Tracy is organizing something downstairs?"

Lucas nodded slowly. His pupils were huge. Maybe there was not just weed here, actually. Theo didn't know and didn't care.

"Gonna go down in a minute."

Theo almost nodded, satisfied, but stopped himself. He knew he could trust Tracy to work quickly.

Lucas did the rest of the work for him. He smirked suggestively:

"Anyone you're hoping to get?"

Theo shrugged, feigning lazy interest.

"The new guy seemed cute."

Lucas laughed a bit.

After a moment, Theo left.

Now he just needed for Stiles to agree to the game.

***

Stiles almost sighed in relief when that girl that he had seen around Theo (Allison thought her name was Tracy) invited him to that dumb game.

Who the hell was even still playing it, especially in high school? But it definitely was a great way to at least try to get Theo alone with just a little bit of luck.

Which he made sure was going to be on his side by stealing a little amulet from his father's stash of witch-hunting trophies.

A small circle gathered around the kitchen island with the bottle placed as a central piece. Stiles wasn't sure what exactly the rules were, but he guessed it was intuitive enough.

Of course Theo and several of his little pack of small town cool kids were across from Stiles. He still felt betrayed that Allison had ditched him to go talk to some guy with a jaw very noticeably to the side, but then he guessed it would've been kind of awkward to play something like this with a sibling.

Anyway, Stiles was here now, looking at the admittedly attractive smirk on the admittedly handsome face of the admittedly hot Theo Raeken (he knew what he was doing with this pink sweatshirt).

Also known as Stiles' future First Kill.

Someone was talking around him, but Stiles wasn't listening. All his thoughts were about how Theo was going to perish into dust with Stiles' silver dagger in his heart and how he was going to get the traditional Argent hunter bullet tattoo afterwards. He guessed it was going to hurt, but he couldn't wait. He already knew what design he wanted.

Stiles snapped back when someone spun the bottle. He forgot to listen to the rules they used here, but it probably wasn't that different from everyone else's.

The bottle spun and then started to slow down.

Stiles could feel Theo still smirking across the table, so full of himself (and, probably, others, or at least their blood), it was almost annoying.

Theo was watching him, too, Stiles could feel it. He guessed it was a good thing for this particular situation that he managed to capture the attention of the local Main Asshole.

The bottle between them stopped.

***

Theo felt like cackling on the inside. The bottle did what he needed it to do even without Lucas' intervention.

It looked like everything in this game was on his side.

He knew he was probably going to get in trouble for that (he was going to be the last person seen with Stiles when they would find the body, after all) but he knew Tara was going to help him out.

His First Kill was a big family occasion even though he wasn’t an heir. Pureblood traditions and all.

He slid a finger along one of the shelves, walking into the huge pantry after Stiles, and while he did manage to keep his glee quiet, he could still feel a smirk tugging on his lips. At least it wasn’t the fangs. Yet. He could feel it coming, making him feel giddy.

"Who the hell needs to have that much food?" asked Stiles, looking around and scrunching up his nose.

He looked adorable in his little red hoodie.

This was like a fairytale or something.

Theo shrugged, eyes not leaving Stiles even for a second. He could attack him right now and be over with it.

But where was the fun in that?

He came closer, every move deliberately slow, like with a snake, so it wouldn't see you.

"Well, rich people, I guess. Ours is smaller, though" because they used it just for decoration, really.

But this one was really kind of bizarre, why was there a window at all? Wasn't this counterproductive?

Stiles just looked at him.

"Or people who believe in apocalypse."

Theo nodded. He knew how to keep up a polite small talk while waiting for the dinner to be served.

"Or those."

There was a beat of silence. Stiles huffed, impatient.

"So, are we going to do anything or just stand around?" he asked, his tone just shy of business-like.

Theo let out an involuntary laugh.

"You sound so eager, I'm almost insulted," he stepped closer, stopping just on this side of invading Stiles' personal space, of crowding him against the shelves.

Stiles rolled his eyes at him.

"Okay, I'm sure at least three quarters of the people around here who are attracted to guys would fall over themselves to be in my place, but I've moved around too much to do that. Every school has someone like you, and all of you are assholes, and I’m too much of one myself for our personalities to be compatible in long term, and I’m a long term kind of guy."

Theo wasn’t sure if Stiles took a breath anywhere in this little triade, and he was sort of impressed. Maybe it could've been fun to keep Stiles around for a bit. See what else he could hold his breath for.

He stepped closer, now positively overstepping a boundary, smiling at Stiles in the sweetest way he could manage, his oh she actually has a curfew, but you're such a nice boy, of course you can bring her back after midnight smile.

"So… you don't want to make out with me?"

Stiles made a face at him.

"I didn't say that."

He grabbed Theo's shoulder, pulling him in, close, putting their mouths together.

Theo couldn't for the life of him describe what the kiss had felt like. He guessed it was a kiss.

What he could describe was the feeling of a heartbeat just under his thumb on Stiles' warm neck.

Theo let his lips slide down, leaving a kiss on Stile's jaw, before getting to his neck, fangs just scraping the sensitive skin for a second.

Stiles moved in his arms, one of his hands leaving Theo’s back for a second.

Theo pushed his fangs in, the metallic taste immediately making him forget about the party going on outside. For a second his whole world became the fresh, warm, warm, warm blood on his tongue.

And then he felt something sharp against his chest, and it burned, and he stumbled back.

There was a dagger in his chest.

He looked up at Stiles, not quite comprehending.

"You… fuck…"

Stiles looked at him, weirdly, pressing a hand against his neck.

Everything swam in front of Theo's eyes, and then the fire alarm went off, and everything went black.

***

Stiles bullied Allison into not telling anything about the party and what happened to their father (or to Kate, which was more likely; they had always been close, but after Victoria's death they became even closer; also, it was probably weird that Stiles was calling Chris his dad, but Victoria would always remain Victoria because she died before Stiles felt ready to call his adoptive parents mom and dad). He wanted Theo's disappearance to hit the news before he would say anything.

He could see it in his head (half-delirious right now with the lack of sleep right now, and he didn't even know why he slept so bed, it was like he was having some weird dreams), how he was going to be all smug about it because he got his First Kill without anyone's help.

Well, almost. Allison did cause the fire alarm to go off, so in the general chaos no one would notice him sneaking out.

He was probably going to be questioned about Theo's whereabouts, but there was no body to be found, and it's not like he realistically could've had an opportunity to do something to it between them going into that pantry and him appearing next to his car and making sure to cause a whole commotion so the most people would see him being there.

Without any traces of fang wounds that definitely should've been there, but he was going to research this on his own time. He felt it. Even Allison didn't need to know he got bitten.

Anyway, it wasn't enough to turn him, that he was sure of, so he was probably going to be fine.

Most likely.

Possibly.

Maybe everything is different with purebloods.

He pressed a hand against his neck where he could still feel Theo's warm mouth.

He was probably going to need to stop ignoring whatever the teacher wanted to inform him about.

He heard a door behind his back open.

"Sorry, I overslept."

Stiles tensed up immediately and felt Allison whipping her head to look at him, eyes probably all huge.

Because the point of yesterday's plan was to make sure that this voice was never going to sound out loud again.

"Mr. Raeken, oh, it's alright, it's just a couple of minutes, go sit down," said the teacher, smiling at Theo like he was her favourite grandchild.

Stiles watched Theo walk by him, stared at his back when he sat down two rows in front and diagonally from Stiles.

This shouldn't be possible. He used a silver dagger, he had seen his father kill vampires with it before, it worked, Stiles was sure of this. Did he do something wrong? Did he not pierce the heart? Fuck, be was so fucked now.

Theo laughed quietly at what the guy next to him said, and then turned around, his smile morphing into a smirk when he caught Stiles staring.

Stiles looked into his sparkling blue eyes, and suddenly felt threatened. Now there was actually something dangerous in there, not just an asshole jock.

Now he wasn't safe.

He did ended up just teasing a bear in spring, didn't he? But how did it not work? What did he do wrong? Where was his mistake? Stiles' mind was all over the place now, and he couldn't understand what he did wrong.

Allison was tugging on his sleeve, trying to get his attention.

Theo winked at him and turned back around to the teacher.

"Stiles, we're screwed," Allison whispered urgently.

It was so nice of her to be willing to take the fall with him.

***

Theo rubbed his forehead. He just took a pill, and the world around him was slowly becoming less red.

This was not helping his general level of annoyance.

More like rage, really.

He still couldn't exactly wrap his head around the fact that not only Stiles turned out to be a hunter (who the hell else would have had a silver dagger just laying around), he also figured Theo out just like that and ruined his favourite sweatshirt.

Not it was a matter of… honor, Theo guessed, or whatever. Who the fuck Stiles thought he was, trying to kill Theo like that.

Not that he could actually kill a pureblood vampire like that, mind you, so obviously Stiles didn't know his hunting theory too well, but this was not Theo's problem.

Also, Theo had slept like shit last night.

Tara watched him from the door of his room where he was sprawled on top of the duvet.

"You know you need to kill someone soon, right?"

Theo grunted in response. He had no patience for her right now.

He could feel her rolling her eyes at him.

"It can't be your picture-perfect First Kill or whatever you got in that big head of yours, okay? It's just something you have to do, otherwise you're just going to lose control one day and give away all of us, you dumbass."

Theo thought about Stiles' blood in his mouth. About a knife in his heart.

"It's going to be what I say it's going to be, fuck off," he sat up. "It's my First Kill, I'm going to decide how and when it's going to happen, and it's absolutely none of your business. Also, get out of my room!"

Tara stared at him, full of indignation.

"The hell, Theo? You are literally setting all of us up. You have to think about the family's safety, not just yourself! I get it, it must be a complicated concept for you to grasp, but maybe it's time to fucking learn that the world doesn't revolve around you!"

"I know that!"

Tara threw her hands up.

"Is this about the guy that stabbed you? I'm going to deal with it, it's fine, you don't have to arrange your little revenge thing!"

Theo gritted his teeth. Of course she was going to handle it, she was supposed to prove that she was going to be a good little heiress and could keep this family safe.

Theo hated the fact that he was so screwed up last night, he actually told her everything.

She could handle everyone else. Stiles was Theo's.

"You're not touching Stiles. Now, fuck off!" He threw a pillow at her.

Tara caught it with ease, rolling her eyes, closing the door and taking his pillow with her.

"You're such a baby, Jesus."

***

Stiles absolutely hated going grocery shopping. Especially after he had spent the night having a very bizarre conversation with Theo Raeken. In his dream. His subconsciousness could be so unbelievably annoying sometimes. He guessed it had this in common with Theo.

Anyway, he felt awkward with other people knowing what he was buying for some reason. But he was actively trying to get on his dad's good side before he told him he might have totally told a vampire family that they were hunters and had completely zero ideas about how to fix it.

He didn't even know why Theo didn't die. A silver dagger into the heart was how it was done, Stiles was sure of it. He heard sizzling when it went into Theo's chest, so that must mean it did do something, just not what he needed it to.

So Stiles was probably in deadly trouble now, and so he wanted to mitigate the damage as much as he could.

He also didn't have much time, so he needed to tell his dad soon. Preferably yesterday, but he blew that chance. However, he didn't think the vampires were going to wait long. Even Theo in his dream said something along these lines. Which meant Stiles knew, but he also really didn't feel like catching the hell that he was going to get when he told his dad. Even if it was deserved and the least of his worries right now, really.

Now he wasn't going to get to officially kill anything until he was like 30. Practically ancient.

He walked out of the shop with his bags and almost dropped them while trying to get his keys, as per usual.

He felt even shakier today than he normally did, that dream last night felt so weird, it was still screwing with him.

It was kind of Friday evening, so there wasn't much place in the parking lot in front of the shop or in the street, so he had to park in the back alley, which was sort of convenient as he could put his bag on his knee against the wall to make it a bit easier to reach his pocket.

He heard heels clicking on the asphalt behind him, but didn't have time to turn around and look, as someone pressed on his neck, forcing him to lean his head to the side, and then there was sharp pain in his neck.

Familiar pain.

He tried to make a sound, and the person behind him (he could only tell that they had kind of small hands and were shorter than he was) hummed gently, as if to say "shh", and then he lost consciousness.

***

"I think your sister just kidnapped me," said Stiles, frowning.

Theo scoffed.

"She wouldn't."

Theo was lying. She totally would. He could even kill Stiles on the family's behalf.

Theo really had to get going with his plan, Tara wouldn't wait much longer.

"Yeah, no, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what happened, and now I'm dreaming about you again," Stiles sat down on the fallen tree trunk.

They were in what looked like an abandoned garden. Everything was kind of rotten. Theo didn't know why his subconsciousness was doing this. Also, it wasn't Stiles dreaming about him, it was Theo dreaming about Stiles.

"No…" Theo didn't have time to finish.

A bird flew right over his head, screaming like it was insane. Like the birds did around here.

It wasn't in the dream, though. So he woke up.

Blinking awake, he looked at the pool and considered it. Maybe trying to do his homework outside wasn't his brightest idea.

It's not like it was hot enough for the pool. It's just that it symbolized everything that annoyed Theo about trying to concentrate outside, which was primarily the noise, which wasn't apparently stopping him from falling asleep.

Everything made a fucking noise. Birds in the neighbour's little garden. The trees and the bushes. The insects.

The fucking pool and the fucking wind.

But he kind of failed to concentrate in his room as well. He kept thinking about Stiles' mouth under his lips. About the slightly rough skin of his neck under his teeth.

About his blood on Theo's tongue.

Theo slammed his textbook in his lap shut.

He had been this fucking close to his First Kill, he had to get it now. There was literally no other option. The fucker had to die, and Theo was going to be the one to do it. Maybe that was going to stop these weird dreams.

Like hell Tara would just kidnap anyone.

Anyway. If before Theo might have considered letting it go in case of a failure, after that dagger pierced his skin there was just no other option for him. Stiles was going to be his first, and that was it. As simple as this.

He might need to really hurry up though, there was always a possibility that the hunters wouldn't stay to actually try to destroy Theo and his family but choose to run, and then it was going to be a hassle to deal with. Also, there was Tara.

Theo couldn't really go away chasing someone right now, he had school. Tara, however, could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

He heard the sound of heels clicking on the tile around the pool and rolled his eyes. He knew this sound anywhere. That was just what he needed right now. Tara and her bullshit.

"Fuck off," he didn't even look up at her, slamming his textbook again, this time open, the edge jamming into his thigh, in order to scowl at it like he was actually reading it.

Tara laughed her silver bell laugh.

"Still being a huge baby, I see. Come, I have a surprise for you."

"Go away."

"No, come with me, it won't take too long, I'm sure you'll be finished really quickly," she said with a weird intonation and laughed again.

There was something in her tone that suggested that there was a nice virgin girl waiting for him in the woods to do whatever he desired to, or something.

Theo scowled even deeper. He wanted Stiles, not that.

Also, like hell he would be finished quickly.

"No."

Tara almost stomped her feet, Theo could feel it.

"Come on, you're literally not doing anything, just sulking here because you got too bored sulking in your room."

Jesus, his sister was so annoying, he would make a great heiress.

"You'll like it," she added.

Theo squized his eyes shut for a second.

Okay, Tara wasn't leaving him alone apparently. It was easier to give in, he knew it, he grew up with her. He closed his textbook again with a sigh and stood up, tossing it on the lounge chair he had been on.

"Okay, whatever. I don't have much time," that was mostly a lie if one didn't consider thinking about the ways to get to Stiles a hobby.

Which it was. Theo was going to go into town to try to stalk Stiles out today. He was working on his hobby, he didn't have time.

Hunting was a hobby, right? So were specific types of hunting.

Tara smirked at him. He felt that familiar almost rage at the thought that he smirked the same way. He needed to unlearn it, right this second.

"You're going to like it," she said again.

***

Stiles slowly came to. He was confused about what exactly was happening. He felt dizzy and there was something on his wrists. He had the weirdest dream about Theo again.

He slowly blinked his eyes open. Someone was yelling. He couldn't open his mouth. He thought there was something over his mouth.

"What the fuck were you even thinking?!"

Okay, that voice Stiles recognised, although the intonations were new.

Someone was very angry. Someone who was supposed to be very dead.

"That you were going to fuck all of us over with your idiotic stubbornness, you dumb ass!"

She definitely said it in two separate words.

"You…" it sounded like Theo couldn't find words to describe what she was; it looked like it too, his face flushed with, presumably, rage. "You had no right," he gritted through his teeth eventually, way quieter than the rest of their nice sibling chat.

Stiles guessed they were talking about him, and he did not want to know why exactly. But then, it was pretty obvious, considering his hands were bound and there was some tape on his mouth. There was also blood on his shirt, but he didn't feel hurt. So the marks must've disappeared the way Theo's did. Because Tara definitely bit him to knock him out.

Did Theo's sister bit him? She had to, Stiles definitely had felt this exact same thing before, and that was at the party.

Tara moved closer to Theo, getting in his face, hissing something too low for Stiles to hear over the sound of the creek running under the bridge Theo and his sister were arguing on.

Theo grabbed her shoulder.

Stiles decided that this was about time he concentrated on his restraints, since both of his captors were distracted. Although he guessed it was just Tara who was his main captor.

He guessed they were fighting now, judging by the sounds of it, like, physically, but he was too busy trying to pry the little blade he had on his forearm down and then cutting the tape with it.

It didn't actually take very long, and he finished right in time with the end of the fight on the bridge.

The last bit of the tape fell apart.

There was a gasp, a huge splash and a quiet shit, and then there was only the sound of the creek.

Stiles looked up.

Theo was standing on the bridge with his hands covered in blood and a couple of rips in his shirt. He was staring down at the water with huge eyes.

There was a spill of red on the dark water, slowly getting bigger and longer as the water flowed further away.

Theo's sister was nowhere to be seen.

"Tara? Theo? Children, where are you?" Someone called from somewhere in the woods.

"Shit," said Theo again.

That was an admirable lack of reaction to killing his own sister.

Stiles squinted at the water, one part of his brain trying to understand what exactly happened (he should have watched the fight), so he could use it later, since it looked like standard methods didn't work; another part of his brain was concentrating hard on keeping as quiet as possible, and slowly getting away.

It was pretty dark in the forest already, so it was mostly the sound he was worried about. Vampires were way cooler in books.

"Kids?" Someone asked, stepping from behind the trees.

Theo looked white as a sheet and frozen, staring at the person coming.

Stiles wanted to bolt, but made himself walk on silent feet. He desperately hoped no one was going to follow him in the commotion he could hear starting behind his back.

"Theo? Why are you covered in blood? What the hell happened?" Asked someone.

Stiles didn't hear Theo's answer.

***

It has been two days since Tara kidnapped him and apparently got fucking killed by her little brother. The fuck. Did Theo kill his sister over Stiles?

Stiles' weird dreams became more vivid, now actually seeming to happen in real places. Theo was there sometimes, not always, though. According to him, he was the one sleeping and seeing Stiles, not the other way around. So he told Stiles that there were technically legends about vampires biting someone the wrong way and getting a mental connection to them, but it had to be on the neck, and usually when a vampire did that to you, you were dead, so there wasn't much evidence. He also told Stiles what, according to him (Stiles' dream!Theo), had happened to Tara, and, well, Stiles guessed his brain made the only thing that made sense with his knowledge and what he saw about what went wrong when he tried to kill Theo. Apparently, according to his brain, purebloods could only be killed one way, and it had nothing to do with silver.

What Stiles did know for sure, from real sources, was that Theo was now a wanted person among vampires for killing a pureblood, and so now hunters were trying to get to him before the vampires did to use as leverage. What for, exactly, was a mystery for Stiles, but his dad did whatever the Guild wanted.

But Theo was Stiles'. Only his.

So Stiles thanked everything that was there to thank that his father was predictable enough for Stiles to guess his password.

Stiles knew what he was doing was wrong. It went against everything his dad taught him and what the Guild stood for.

He was screwing with the data so they couldn't find Theo.

He knew they were getting close, he saw the maps. He knew it was absurd to believe his dreams, but it was the best he could do right now. He recognised the place Theo was in in his last dream, and he also knew where his father was searching. He didn't understand how or why, but the feeling that Theo was actually there was so strong he couldn't even question it. He knew it was probably his brain mixing up everything and making him believe what he wanted to believe, or whatever.

But Theo was his responsibility now. He was Stiles' fuck-up, and Stiles was going to fix it. The Guild void fuck off and die, they weren't going to use the fact that Theo was already separated from his own kind for their own needs. Stiles was going to kill him.

Or at least try out the theory his brain provided in his dream. Although it was kind of hard to set up. But Stiles could always knock Theo out with a nicely placed silver dagger and just a couple of herbs.

Anyway. Stiles wasn't going to let the Guild get to Theo. Theo was his to kill and only his. It felt personal now that he even got kidnapped for him. And Stiles didn't like leaving a mess, and Theo was his mess.

So Stiles wiped a detail here and there, changed some numbers. He was going to be the one to get to Theo. He was going to be the one to figure out how to kill a pureblood.

***

It was just a couple of hours later that they figured it out.

Well, Kate did. Stiles had never liked her much.

He did expect them to find out, but not this fast. He hoped he had some time to set something up in order to clean his name or something.

He didn't.

What he also didn't take into account was how high profile this case was with the Guild.

And exactly how much of a bitch Kate was.

Stiles knew what it meant. They all did. He was going to be judged. And the Guild didn't take kindly to saboteurs. Especially the ones potentially connected to the enemy (he asked his dad about it, apparently, there were actually legends like that in their books, although Stiles could swear he hadn't heard anything like that; it was before Kate decided to check their data again).

Stiles didn't have time for that. He had a mission to complete, and the Guild was just going to take up his time.

So he got half an hour of sleep in, got some stuff and sneaked away.

He was going to deal with the consequences later. After he got his First Kill on his own terms and cleaned up his mess. Right now, he had a mission.

***

Theo waited, leaning against a tree near the edge of the woods on the side of the road leading out of town.

He knew where he needed to be. They had an agreement.

It was funny, actually, how both of them ended up the prey in their families' hunts.

Theo killed a pureblood. Stiles prevented a killing of a pureblood.

Adorable, really. Red sting and everything.

Considering that Stiles was now potentially the only human who knew how to kill someone like Theo because Theo didn't realise in time that it wasn't just his subconsciousness.

And yet, here they were. Both having to run away, both absolutely refusing to give up. Both determined to make the other their First Kill.

Neither of their lives was going to be easy until they figured it out. Surviving off pig blood wasn't fun, but it was a matter of principle now.

Stiles' ancient jeep rolled up next to Theo.

Theo felt a smirk slowly appear on his face.

Stiles lowered the window.

"Well, I guess we are both unbelievably deeply fucked now and are currently making it worse."

Theo rolled his eyes.

"We are both dead anyway, might as well die in the right hands."

Stiles almost smiled at him. It wasn't a nice smile.

Theo felt almost giddy looking at it for some reason.

He got in the car.

#teen wolf #steo #steoday #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #my fandom #my writing stuff #my aesthetic stuff #blood tw

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Step 3 Derek: Lunch

I didn’t announce it on Tumblr, but I recently fell in love with Our Life: Beginning and Always. Specifically, Derek. So I’m planning a fan story of sorts. I completed this Memory but I want to edit it more and put a sample up while I continue working.

You can imagine whatever you want going in the input spaces, and it would still work with the story.

But know that the characters only have their Base responses right now for the most part. (the part in the game that doesn't change no matter the player Input.) and Some answers are put in for you already so the story can work properly.

But that's all in the way of Disclaimers. Enjoy!

*********

It was a peaceful day in Sunset Bird. Spent like any other.

With age comes freedom and you would think with owning this freedom for two years now you and Cove would know how to spend it besides walking across the beach.

But your Summer daily tradition has never failed you, and soon a fresh idea on how to spend today will grace you with enough patience.

Or boredom.

Today was no different.

Cove stopped in his tracks with a sigh and checked his watch. Again.

He had been doing that since you found him on your front step just over an hour ago.

Before it was just a Cove Tick and you were sure he'd come clean about whatever was bugging him sometime within this year. But now that he's starting to add on temporary paralysis to the action, it seemed more and more like he was either finally about to crack or this was more serious than you first thought.

Cove sighed like he did each time he opened his phone, but luckily this time you didn't have to wait long until he turned his eyes on you.

He bit his lip and finally you lost the will to be patient.

*** Do You rush or stay Patient***

His will crumbled almost instantly. Cove was always rather open with his thoughts. "My dad invited me for lunch, I was pretty whatever about it until today. He mentioned this morning before I left, it'd be with Mr. Suarez." He explained with a sigh.

You caught on to the trouble immediately and it explained a lot as to why cove seemed in love with his phone more than usual today.

You didn't get much out except for a small "I see", before he continued.

"I wouldn't have agreed if I knew if wasn't going to be just us. Mr. Suarez showing means it's going to be a business lunch. Dad hates them but I'm just supposed to take one for the team because it's a 'family business'" He made air quotes around the statement, and it took a lot for you not to explain that a 'family business' is exactly what it is.

*** You feel...***

You somehow felt now wasn't the time to voice your thoughts on the matter. Supportive or not.

But Cove seemed to run out of steam by then.

***Supportive? Express Jealousy? Quiet***

You watch him and don't do much to hide your feelings from your face as you come up with something to say. "Is it really that bad?"

"Well… no. I've never been forced to go and when I had to it's mostly just eating and listening to My dad speak about work with his partner. I guess hearing about the diving is cool. But it's less cool to hear about numbers and stuff I don't get and watch the world's most boring podcast." He pocketed his phone and started walking again, before continuing. "And being asked 'how is school treating you, Jr?' For the thousandth time is grating…"

"But you're out of school now." You tried your best to be optimistic but all it did was tear the most earnest, guttural groan from Cove's lips you've ever heard.

"You're right. That means whatever questions he asks, I'm gonna be hearing for the rest of my life!"

***Joke or comfort?***

"Well, what about Derek...?" You remember how serious your friend was about the business. How polite he was too. He would never talk to interrupt the adults at the table but that doesn't mean he's mute. Derek is great company to have in this kind of situation.

"Derek?" Cove let out a sigh and you thought the last sound was filled with hopelessness. Apparently Cove has a lot more in his arsenal than he let on. "Derek is always busy. Practice. Watching his brothers. Work. Volunteering. He hasn't shown up to a lunch since our junior year."

You frowned, understanding your Friend's troubles.

***Comfort, Joke, or quiet***

"I'll go with you." It came out before you yourself even realized you felt so generous.

"Really?" He looked at you with excitement and disbelief that you'd offer to do something so torturously boring as sit in on a business lunch when you didn't have to.

You hoped you didn't look just as surprised yourself. Steeling yourself up as you continued.

"Yeah, I mean. Your problem is just that you're stuck between two adults, right? Well, maybe two and a half would help?"

"Yes! I won't forget this! You're the best." Cove said grabbing you by the shoulders.

***accept touch or move away?***

Your eyes softened at your childhood friend. it seems he lost all the tension collecting in his shoulders before becoming serious again. Whatever he says now is life or death serious. It was a bit of a funny look to see on Cove’s face. But you managed to match the mood.

"I'll find a way to repay you."

You almost brush it off before realizing that it's useless when cove makes a promise.

"Okay." You settle on instead and it seems to placate the boy infant of you as he turns on his heels to make his way back down the beach.

After you turn onto your street Cove finally stops in his tracks.

You only notice after you take a few of your own steps forward and don’t hear the echo you’re so used to.

"Cove?"

You know… you don't have to come." He relents although happily accepting the offer just 10mins prior. He was practically jumping for joy.

It's a wonder how quickly you move when you have a plan and direction. You had been wandering the beach for an hour.

You smile at his as he glances away. Perhaps having the time to realize how he might be imposing on you.

***Support or Joke***

"These things can get really boring. So it's okay… if you'd rather not..?" He tries, Hunching in on himself more and more as he speaks. And you quietly wonder how many octaves his voice can raise at this rate.

"I want to go. It could be fun." You end simply.

"Okay but just fake a stomachache or something and I'll get you right out of there."

After exchanging nods to say we understand each other, we continued on to his home.

Cove stepped through the doors of his familiar childhood home with practiced ease.

Or perhaps it's just the ever-unlocked doors. You'd imagine he could easily slam right into it had it been locked from the way he'd been moving. You still couldn’t imagine life without that tiny bit of security of a flimsy lock.

You take in the living room you stepped in countless times growing up. It had the distinct smell of whatever they had for breakfast and seawater. The Holden Men aroma.

***You feel...***

Whatever feelings you might have, it still smells Firstly like your second home.

Mom would say your home right across from home.

"Cove?" You hear a voice break through from further into the house. Mr. Holden making his grand entrance shortly after. "You're in early? That's a-"

He stopped in his tracks as soon as his eyes landing on you. Giving the trademark adult knowing smiles. "Yin. What a surprise. I guess that explain the earlier than expected arrival."

"Dad. I spoke to Them already about the lunch today…"

"Did you?" He asked without much of an actual question behind it. As if trying to gage what Cove was trying to ask for before he did.

"Yeah. Can they come?" He asks straightforwardly and we both watch as Mr. Holden makes a show of considering it.

"Well… you really have great timing for these kinds of questions son…" he glances away before closing his eyes with a sigh. One you couldn't help stealing a glance at Cove for.

They’re almost the same person sometimes. "I'll call Gregario and let him know we'll have a fourth wheel to round us out."

"Thanks dad…" Cove said with an almost apologetic smile, knowing that he made his dad's like just a tiny bit harder today.

"Hey, no problem. I get they're not the most fun in the world, but boring things are helped a lot by having a friend along. Well… most things." His wording there made you realize you actually don't know much about Mr. Holden and who his friends are. Or his family. Other than Cove and his ex-wife.

***assumptions on Cliff's life/ your feelings on Cliff***

You glanced towards Cove as the conversation around you continued wondering if cove has mentioned cousins from his dad. Or friends of his dad out side of your moms. It probably happened in passing while you were too young to really care about adult personal lives.

Cove explains. Mr. Holden Knowing smile.

"Yeah… that's the idea…" Cove said and you wondered if he managed to feel guilty about his dad figuring out he didn't like these lunches and dinners.

Mr. Holden reached over and squeezed his son's shoulder in support "Don't worry about it."

Whatever silent message that sent proofed to reassure Cove just enough to let him meet his dad's eyes with a small nod.

"Alright well I'm going to call Gregario now. You two get ready to head out in about an hour from now. It's nothing too fancy but it's Yin's first day as an honorary businessperson. That's a special occasion," with that he took off, presumably to do exactly what he said he would.

Cove turned to you with a shrug. "None of us really ever 'get dressed' for this. I'm gonna just wear this. But you can if you want" he said.

*** Change?***

You thought about it for a moment before deciding you should at least dine in something other than flip flops. "I'll be right back."

You hear a soft "okay" follow you out as you cut across the street back to your home.

Your Mom looks up from her spot on the couch as you make your way in. A smile gracing her face as soon as her eyes lay on you. "Yin. You're in early. And without Cove?"

You give her a short recap of what happened with Mr. Holden and why you need to change, and she seemed pleased. "I see… well it's great that the possibility of at least putting proper shoes even crossed your mind. I know even Cliff would sooner stay in sandals." You knew your mom was right and maybe even a little proud that she raised you to 'be a pleasant young adult'. She had her proud parent look on and her shoulders even raised slightly in pride and joy.

"Well don't let me stop your business adventure. What are you wearing?"

***Casual or Dress up?***

You responded simply and she nodded at your choice.

"Whatever you put on will look great and be fine."

With that she went back to reading on her tablet. You wondered if it was also work related, but there was no time to start a conversation. You have the Holdens waiting for you just across the street.

You bolted up the steps and into your room, thankfully without much trouble. And looked through your closet for something to wear.

Both of the Holden Men seemed just fine with any decision you made so you didn't need to deliberate over it too much.

***Confirm dress up choice***

It would be the first time you've seen Mr. Suarez since February though. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to make the effort of looking a bit more adult now that you've graduated.

***Shirt, bottoms, accessories***

You decide on something in the middle. A dress shirt you kept crisp in your closet for special occasions and a decent pair of jeans.

Closing the look out with a few bracelets you bought from your last couple trips to the mall.

***Hair care***

After messing around with your hair several time you finally decided that it looked the perfect amount of 'I didn't really care' chic.

You quietly wondered if there was anything else you need.

***Yes/No***

Luckily you found nothing else. Perfect.

You grabbed your wallet on the way out, making sure never to make that mistake again and went downstairs.

You heard a shutter of a camera flash as your mother stood there with her phone held up to her face.

"My sweet child on their way to their first business meal." You rolled your eyes at her antics "I should put this on the fridge as a souvenir."

***Annoyed/playful***

"Mom! It's not even my business. I'm just going to support Cove." You giggled slightly despite yourself. You wanted to be serious. It's your serious business time. There were no workplace shenanigans to be had here.

"Okay, okay. Don't let me hold you. I'm just going to go print this out."

"Mom!"

She laughed as she made her way past you to go upstairs. Despite being 80% sure your mom was just joking part of you worried she would be willing to commit all that Ink just for a laugh.

No time to test that though, you had Plans with the Holden Men.

When you step out of the house, you’re greeted by just the men you wanted to see. Mr. Holden is the first one to notice you with his usual calm smile. “Welcome back you’re just in time.”

Cove looked over his shoulder just as his father continued. “We were talking about the place we’re going to meet. It’s an All-American Diner. I hope that’s okay.”

“We can grab you something else before we get there if not.” He looked at his watch perhaps clocking out how much time you have for a detour.

***Pitstop?***

“Diners are good.”

“Great. Let’s get this show on the road then.”

It’s not long before you make it to the restaurant. “I don't see their car. I think we beat him today.”

“We did leave early." Cove added on to his father’s finding. You don’t know when they were supposed to show up, but you can understand how 12:30 would count as an early lunch for most people.

Mr.’ holden undid his seatbelt. "Let's find a table, they'll be here soon." He didn’t follow it up with much more as he climbed out of the car and made his way to the entrance. You and Cove followed right in his footsteps. Keeping in time with his long strides. Cove didn’t have much trouble in that being so tall.

You traveled into the diner, it seems they really went as hard as they could on to the old timey feel of the place. They even had the red swingy stools you imagined a place like this needed. Booths in the middle and sides of the restaurant lined up neatly. Overhead lights lined up shielded by textured bumpy glass. You think you even saw a waitress walk past with a traditional milkshake glass.

***Your feelings on places like this***

It was kinda cool, like you were in a movie. You couldn't find a place like this in Sunset Bird at least.

You mention as much to Cove. And he looks around slowly taking in the area again before nodding. His eyes lingering over to the waitress you saw before. Now reaching over to serve a table.

"I can see that. A buddy cop movie." He agrees quietly.

"Which one of you is the loose cannon." Mr. holden nods as you all find a seat at a booth with line of sight to the door. You could only assume that it was to make it easy for Mr. Suarez to tell you were here. Even though, who could miss…

Cove turned to meet your eyes. A silent question of whether to play along shining in his eyes.

***Amused or not***

Cove mercifully decides not to leave the question hanging. "Put your hands up?"

You’ve never felt more threatened ever in your life then when Cove added on a shaky shrug to the request.

Cove’s Dad seems just as ticked by the display, putting his arms up in an impressive show of panic for someone laughing. "Oh god- do what he wants, he's crazy! He'll do it!"

Cove laughed softly "do what?"

Mr. Holden turns to you. Stage whispering to get your attention. "He's asking questions, you won't like him when he's asking questions."

Other tables were starting to look over to see the commotion and some were smiling and laughing at the impromptu show with their lunch.

"Dad…” Cove sank down in his seat. You guess taking notice of the attention placed on him.

“He’s here for two things.”

***Play Along with Mr. Holden?****

“Really?” Cove all but shrieked. “You’re [both?] ridiculous.”

You and Mr. Holden laugh warmly at the antics.

“Seems the party started without us.” All eyes looked up at the interruption. Cove for all his grief about coming, seems relieved when the image of Mr. Gregario Suarez made his way to the table.

"No, the crowd’s just warmed up for you. How are you, Gregario?” Cove’s dad stands holding his hand out for a shake, Mr. Suarez happily returns.

“Simply Grand! What about you, Cove! Yin!” His warm green eyes shine over to his two other business buddies for the night. He reaches over for a handshake from you to cementing the idea. Cove stood as tall as he could trapped by the table. You're sure it would have been done with almost practiced elegance if he wasn’t hunched over and reaching over your head.

This only seemed to amuse Mr. Suarez as he shook firmly. Then those eyes were fully cast on you. He made no moves to shake. You supposed to give you space to choose how to greet him.

***Wave, Shake, Fist bump, smile***

“Yin!?” Derek stepped out from behind his father with wide eyes at you.

You and Cove both look at him with just as much surprise on your faces. You were excited by the idea for seeing Derek before Cove shut the idea down completely. Now your childhood friend was standing in front of you. A complete surprise…

You turn to Mr. Holden wondering if he had anything to do with this.

***Are you upset, disappointed or amused by this surprise?***

“Dad!” It seems cove had a similar feeling about who the culprit was. And didn’t feel very happy about it.

“What?” He seemed surprised to be called before he looked between the 3 very suspicious young adults. “No, this wasn’t me this time…” In his defense Cove’s dad seemed just as bashful about his history of surprises. “I didn’t know Derek was coming. When we were planning this Gregario said he would be going out with Junior…”

“That is what you told me last week…” Cove calmed down almost immediately. His dad was a secret keeper but never an outright liar. Cove trusted that completely.

***Are you as easily convinced?***

There was no immediate proof it was him, yet. All eyes soon fell onto the second father of the evening.

“Oops. well, it seems the cat is out of the bag.” Derek’s father seemed much less apologetic than when Mr. Holden was on the stand. “Well, yes. It was true. My sons did have plans. But when I learned Yin would be coming…” He trailed off. You were unsure if it was because he didn’t have the words or if he felt he said or than enough.

“Seriously, Dad!” It was Derek’s turn to Shriek. He seemed mortified by these events. Embarrassment shown plainly on his face.

***How do you feel about the words?***

“I knew he would regret it if he knew they were coming, and he didn’t. So, I sent Nico out instead. They can use the time to bond.” Mr. Suarez explained to no one in particular. Nodding to his own statement. As if finding his own reasoning logically airtight and sound.

Derek frowned lightly looking at the floor with a more than upset face. You couldn’t tell who it was meant for. “I promised I’d take Jorge out two weeks ago…”

“And you still can. Another time.” He put his arm over his son’s shoulder and said something quietly that you couldn’t make out from the diner’s other conversation. But whatever it was it made Derek recoil from his touch with a blush.

Mr. Suarez gave a boisterous laugh at their seemingly one-sided private joke and released his son. “Well! Let’s not be rude any longer. Come. Sit.”

Mr. Suarez took a seat next to Mr. Holden, and Derek let out a small sigh before looking for a seat to pull from another table. It seems picking a booth wasn’t the best call now that we had an unexpected guest… not that there was much of a choice there were bigger ones to the left of you. And a few tables to be pushed together.

“Yin. You wouldn’t mind moving over, would you?”

You opened your mouth to reply but before you could Derek spoke up.

“No! It’s fine. They don’t have to do that; I’ll just go ask for a seat. They’d get squished anyway.” He seemed uncomfortable with the idea of troubling a table for a chair. You knew he would choose to stand if that wasn’t also seen as equally rude in etiquette.

***Offer the seat,

Offer to move instead, Stay out of it, Thank Derek***

“Are you sure...?”

***Change your mind?***

You nodded and that seemed like enough for him. He glanced to cove who would be pinned against the wall with this decision. Cove only offered a small reassuring nod before turning back to his dad.

Derek moved to sit but then stopped. “Maybe I could take the middle?

***Trade seats, insist, tease***

“Just sit down, Derek.” You say.

Derek smiled before taking his seat. It was slightly unsure, but he seemed to relax a bit once he settled in.

You glance over and can’t help but notice he’s sitting as close to the edge as possible to give you room.

***Nudge playfully, Say nothing, Whisper encouragement***

He quietly scoots closer to you, and he tilts his head away but not enough to hide a bit of the smile he’s biting down.

To Be Continued...

So, the rest of this will assume that you had a crush on Derek in Step 2. And you agreed to marry him in 5yrs. And chose the options from his DLC that he would like the most.

I wanna have versions specifically catering to the Derek lovers who want to just be Friends, like the game. But that will probably take a while. Enjoy this taste for now!

#derek suarez #our life #our life beginnings & always #fanfic #cove holden #Give Derek More Love!!

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