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kaleidoscopewritings19 · 2 years

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Bruce Wayne x Reader SERIES

“GLASS WALLS”

-CHAPTER 5-

WARNING(S): Some violence, not a lot.

CHARACTER(S): Bruce Wayne, x Reader (Robert Pattinson) (Or your choice of Bruce Wayne), Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow)

SYNOPSIS COMING SOON... HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MOVIE.

-CHAPTER 1- -CHAPTER 2- -CHAPTER 3- -CHAPTER 4-

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Glass doesn’t just break- it shatters. And when it shatters, it gets messy, and it is hard to clean up. No one prepared me for the “everyone shatters at one point” thing. My world shattered a week after finding out Bruce was the Batman. After Bruce left my parents house the morning after figuring out he was Gotham’s Dark Knight-- I didn’t see him for five days. I took many trips to Wayne Manor within those five days and they all ended the same way:

“Alfred, is Bruce home?” I asked his butler after entering the manor. “Not right now Ms. Y/L/N.” he would say as he was cleaning something. Day after day, I would sit there and wait for hours for Bruce to get home. No matter how long I waited, he never came. When I figured out he was the Batman, I thought we would be closer. I thought I finally made it into his “glass walls”, but I didn’t.

After hearing every excuse in the book from Alfred, I decided to stop going by. One day, at the office, I decided to call Bruce. It rang a few times and went straight to voicemail. “Hey, uh, Bruce. I think we need to talk... you know where to find me and you know my number. So please, come by, or call me back. I love you.” I said quickly and I slammed the phone down on the base.

Looking around the room, I tried to find something that would give my anxious mind and thoughts a rest. A stack of papers on the corner of my desk caught my eye. When did we start using black envelopes? I thought to myself. I picked up my silver letter opener, and slit the top of the envelope.

It was a thick piece of paper with a polaroid hanging on the back of the sheet of paper. I opened up the folded paper and began to read:

Dearest Y/N,

It has been a long time since we have seen each other. Your father pushed me away after he took me in and threw me to the curb when I finally got to a good spot in my career. You were 18 when I was finishing college; I hate to say but I fell in love with you.

Remember that conversation we had about fear? I successfully conquered fear and I want you to too. Soon, we will see each other again, because I want at least one fearfully, happy ending.

Doctor Jonathan Crane.

The photo was of me asleep in my apartment, how did he get in there? My heart began to pound in my chest; fear engulfed my entire being. I tossed the letter on my desk and stared at it. Why was he writing me? How did this letter get into my office? How did he get into my office? Questions were running through my mind without a pause. “Ms. Y/L/N?” My secretary’s voice brought me out of fearful trance. “Are you alright?” She asked and I turned to face her. “Oh, yes, I’m.. I’m fine...” I say and she gave me a concerned look. “Would you like me to call Mr. Wayne before I leave?” She asked.

I was dumbfounded; it was already night? “Oh uh... yes, please. And if he doesn’t answer call Alfred Pennyworth.” I say as I jotted the Manor’s phone number. “Here. Thank you, and have a good night.” I say and she gave me a small wave as she left my office. I read the letter once more and a shiver crept up my spine. My phone began to ring once I got up to leave, “Hello?”

“Y/N....Y/N, are you there?” Bruce’s voice cracked on the phone. “Bruce? I haven’t heard from you in almost a week...”

“Y/N are you there?”

“Bruce? Can you hear me?”

The lights began to flicker and then the power was out. I gasped and sat the phone down on its base. I heard gun shots come from a lower floor level; I panicked. Standing up from my desk, I quickly walked to the staircase, my heels clicked across the floor, “Hey boss, what do we do with her?” I heard a man’s voice in the stairwell. “Get rid of her and then go find Y/N. I need her alive.” Crane’s voice echoed to the top of the stairs.

I took my heels off and began to run up the stairs that led to the roof. My heart was pounding and once I reached the top, I realized the dumb mistake I had made. The helicopter was gone from the helipad and there was nowhere to hide. I looked over the edge and there was a ledge I could easily get to. I need to get far away from here, and this was my best bet.

Putting my heels back on, I sat down on the cool cement. I turned and began to lower myself down; my feet dangled trying to find where the ledge was. Before I could touch the ground, a hand grabbed me, and I was met by an ugly masked creature. “Hello, Y/N.” His distorted voice said, and I let out a scream. His hand slipped off of mine and the next thing I know, I was falling. All I could hear was a loud, swooshing sound. Was this how I was going to die?

I mentally prepared myself to hit the ground, but a pair of arms gripped around me. Opening my eyes, I saw Bruce’s blue eyes; he had a lot of panic in his eyes. We didn’t hit the ground, but instead we went through a glass window across the street. Shards of glass flew everywhere, and when we hit the cool tile of wherever we were, glass surrounded our bodies. Glass skidded across the floor with us, but his grip never loosened.

We both were breathing heavily; I looked over at Bruce and he closed his eyes with a sigh of relief. My back stung from the glass slicing through my shirt, and I slowly sat up. Glass fell from my hair and Bruce sat up, “Are you alright?” He asked in his Batman voice. I stood up and I could feel blood running down my arm towards my hand. “You... I haven’t heard from you in almost a week!” I seethed as he stood up from the pile of shattered glass. “Why did you even bother saving me?” I questioned and his eyes went to the floor.

“Y/N, I care about you. I love you. But have you not learned anything? Do you not see how dangerous this life is?” He asked as he circled around me. “If you haven’t noticed, him being here has absolutely nothing to do with you!” I shout and I walked towards the door. “Now let’s go before he figures out where we fell to.” I say and Bruce turned me to face him.

His usually bright blue eyes, were now dark. “Listen to me, it won’t take him long to connect the dots. When I was in his lair, I found pictures of you and I together. No where is safe for you.” Bruce said with his hands on my shoulders. “You’re not even safe with me, as my true self.” He said and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m being serious, Y/N! I’m taking you with me and you have to get out of Gotham. Until I figure out what he wants with you and is put away at Arkham.” He said and I didn’t argue with him. I followed him in silence.

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jtrokujo · 3 years

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊

paring: Tobio Kageyama x fem!Reader

word count: 2.9k

warnings: for people who are dealing with depression or who are currently lonely etc please talk to someone. I don't know myself if that needs a warning, but I still wanted to write it here.

gerne: depression

summary: from a happy relationship to pure loneliness. even though the relationship was so beautiful it ended anyway, would they ever talk to each other again?

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The days are just around the corner.

The days we are together, but unfortunately also the last time, because after this day everyone goes their own way.

You grow up, some start your own family, buy a big house, a pet, but the question is, do I want that?

This is the life that probably every average adult and I don't want such a life, I want to have someone by my side with whom I can be happy, I don't want more.

This someone shouldn't be anyone other than Tobio Kageyama, but we argued and definitely 2 months before our prom and whether it was enough, it was not a 'normal' argument where you get along after 10 or 5 minutes.

No, we had and separated, the relationship was over.

I don't remember how it really came about, because this argument was pure escalation.

We screamed and so loudly that I didn't know myself whether this could be normal for a person.

But I can remember one part of our argument all too well when Kageyama threw our photo on the wall so that the panes of glass were spread across the floor.

It was the picture with the most emotions, these moments were so beautiful that we did everything that nothing would ever come that could destroy something like that, we were either naive or stupid.

This picture was on our anniversary, our 2 year old, the day that made us naive that we could be together forever.

We were together for a lovely 2 years, I was at his games, we bought mangas, drank our coffee together and ate our favorite cake over our favorite coffee, where we also had our second date.

I remember too well how Kageyama tried to ask me at the time if I would go to the school ball with him, after I answered 'yes' he hugged me by putting all his weight on my body, a little heavy.

But I should seriously stop thinking about the old days after knowing his face - and he is mine.

There are also enough boys or even easier, I just don't go there, but I still have to think about the expensive dress my parents had saved for me.

Knowing not to dress just because of a guy shows how weak I am, I just let my dreams, which I've had for years, burst?

Even when I was little I dreamed of dancing with my lover in front of all classmates, how his amorous eyes met mine and then he just wanted to be with me, which is why he took my hand and we together from school, or wherever we are, and then he just looks at me and says how much he loves me, until it rains in a moment and we still dance together until the night ends.

However, we stopped and his steps approached me and his eyes met my lips, that's the moment, in the middle of the rain he would kiss me.

That's the stereotype that almost every girl had, but only almost.

By that I mean your lover kisses you in the middle of the rain.

It's only noon.

I should make something of my day instead of just thinking about the weirdest things, or about him.

With no motivation whatsoever, she took her cell phone and wrote to a good friend.

TIME SKIP

"Really, I'm proud of you for going out. Believe me or not, but I was seriously worried that you would spend your life thinking until prom."

Said the young volleyball player from her school and hugged her as he finished his sentence.

"I'm fine and you don't have to worry about me, Sugawara."

She muttered while her head stayed on his left chest and she could feel his heartbeat.

Walking together in the city they talk about a different topic every 5 minutes and none of them seem to bother, sometimes they talk about silly series, sometimes they gossip about their classmates, sometimes they give each other little advice until he said this " Tell me, do you already have a mask? "

She looked at him in amazement and asked "Which mask?"

"We have the topic of the masked ball, you were in favor of it when we talked to the others about it."

Not all of that.

Annoyed, she sighed and saw a mother taking care of her daughter, who has a small wound.

"(Y / N)?" he asked her and grabbed her shoulders and said right away, "How about we take a little break. I heard that the new animated film isn't that bad after all, come on."

Nobody who could see her from the outside could say she was crying, but she did, unfortunately couldn't.

Your body doesn't cry, your mind does.

To know someone like Sugawara is like a gift from heaven, a pure guardian angel.

When we arrived at the cinema, (Y / N) paid Ticktes and Sugawara for the meal.

Strangers would think it was a date, even if it was a friendship date, because just being friends with the opposite sex doesn't mean that they can be a couple or anything else.

(Y / N) should already choose a place and not long she found one, if that wasn't enough, but the hall is empty, a dream come true, sitting she took her cell phone and scrolled through her gallery, two words , a mistake.

Every second photo feels like it is from Kageyama.

Small tears welled up in her eyes, but she knew he wasn't worth it.

"(Y / N)?" she hears Sugawara's voice in amazement.

She turned and got his attention.

Sitting comfortably he started to eat and asked her if her cell phone was on mute, nodding she answered him and asked him if she could rest her head.

"Uh, of course, why not?" and made himself comfortable.

And now the 15 minute long commercials started.

TIME SKIP

Together with a friend in the shop, the two teenagers look for a mask to steal away the ball.

The mood for it is in the basement.

For once, she goes with someone who is also a gentleman and whether it is not enough, it cannot be overlooked that he has feelings for the classmate.

But what about (Y / N)?

She wants to have time for herself, because you don't necessarily need a partner to be happy, there is also no need.

In addition, she unfortunately still loves him, but the thought of him immediately occurred to her, where is he?

They go to the same class and when school is over she has to go to the sports hall because there is a shorter way and she still doesn't see him, then the thought occurred to her, 'He's not worth it'.

And where are you now?

It is hard to believe that all of the stores are at a tailor's.

But for that the old man seems to be able to do it pretty well, the prices could do away with one or the other, but you only live that way once.

While the friend was still choosing what her mask should look like, (Y / N) already got an idea and told the old man that she had an idea.

Because of her little mental breakdowns, it's nice to see that she has other things on her mind, but while she's talking to the old man about the mask and he's already preparing a sketch, the black-haired one is on the other side of town, alone though not.

"You don't even try to get in touch with her. What you said to her shouldn't say anything to anyone, so go to her tomorrow at school and apologize, then you can both live in peace."

Immediately after the little volleyball player finished his sentence, the black haired volleyball player threw him in the face, silencing him.

"H-hey! What was that supposed to mean?"

"You should stop talking!"

Kageyama yelled at his friend.

"You made me come with you!" he pisses at him.

Trapped in his own mind, Kageyama threw the ball to Hinata, his mistake being that he 1. hit it too hard and 2. the ball was a little too high, which is an advantage for Hinata.

Fixing on the ball, he jumped into the heights of the ball and hit it.

Immediately the ball landed roughly on Kageyama's face, holding his nose painfully, which was bleeding from himself.

Hinata, who is somewhat panicked, apologized several times and handed him a small handkerchief.

That still has him, probably what the pain his ex-girlfriend had to endure immediately after he ended the relationship with her, but he doubts that right away, pain like the one he has is not at all comparable to that of (Y / N) and many other people.

Trapped in his own mind, Kageyama threw the ball to Hinata, his mistake being that he 1. hit it too hard and 2. the ball was a little too high, which is an advantage for Hinata.

Fixing on the ball, he jumped into the heights of the ball and hit it.

Immediately the ball landed roughly on Kageyama's face, holding his nose painfully, which was bleeding from himself.

Hinata, who is somewhat panicked, apologized several times and handed him a small handkerchief.

He looked at his hand, which was covered with blood, he immediately took his bottle with his free hand and poured it over his hand.

Then he looked at Hinata and sighed, "Let's go shopping tomorrow."

Hinata himself noticed how his friend was changing, but he does not want to interfere in matters that do not concern him, but unfortunately he knew too well that it cannot go on like this and since Kageyama and something has happened Hinata reached for his cell phone and wrote (Y / N).

It is late in the evening when (Y / N) came home safe and sound, she took a warm shower, but immediately afterwards she went straight to her room without having eaten anything.

She carefully took her finished mask out of her bag, then took out her headphones, snacks, her wallet and her cell phone, when she wanted to see if she got a message from her friend, she saw that she had one about 3 hours ago Message received from Hinata.

Hey (Y / N), do you have time tomorrow?

Want to annoy you. :)

She couldn't help but grin and wrote to him to get a volleyball.

It's nice to have someone like Hinata because no matter what comes between you, he's always there for you.

Hinata wrote her that she should have nice dreams and was offline immediately afterwards.

(Y / N) decided to sleep right after, because even if she wasn't in the mood to meet anyone before that, apart from her friend from lunchtime, saying no to Hinata is a big taboo.

The next morning (Y / N) got ready and told her parents that Hinata was coming.

Snacks on the desk, the cuddly pillows spread out on the bed and the old Nintendo lying in bed.

Riding a bike with a rucksack, little Orange made his way to his girlfriend.

The weather was too good enough for such a day, because the sun was covered by wool and the clouds are gray, not white like yesterday.

But that didn't stop Hinata from being happy.

After about half an hour, Hinata finally arrived late, he put his bike right next to the door of the (H / C) hairy girl and rang the bell.

Without waiting long the door opened, contrary to what he expected, he saw his girlfriend with an honest smile.

After a short hug, he entered the little house, but of course he took off his shoes for the first time.

While the two friends were having fun, the black-haired one sits alone in his room and watches his favorite films.

Today the day has arrived.

This morning (Y / N) had showered and at the moment she was doing her hair with the help of her mother.

At the same time, Kageyama is pondering in the shower while the water flows through his body.

When the hairstyle fits perfectly on the head (Y / N) just pulled a thin dressing gown under her underwear and watched the new episodes of her series at the same time.

She looks at her cell phone every now and then and notices how slowly the time goes by.

She still has a good 5 hours ahead of her.

TIME SKIP

While her mother helps her to lock the dress, (Y / N) stared at the floor thoughtfully.

"You look like a little princess." said her mother to her and her ear and she looked at the mirror which is in front of them and touched her daughter's shoulders.

A little insecure, she cocked her head and looked in the mirror and she looks pretty pretty.

The hairstyle fits perfectly in the head, the dress exudes an extraordinary aura and now the only thing missing is the mask.

"Where's my mask." she asked her mother, she will get it right away which one was on her bed.

"Thanks." she thanked her and hugged her mother, but not only because of this mask, no.

When she found out that her daughter's relationship was failing, she was always there for her daughter and even managed to cheer her up.

"You have to be there in 20 minutes, come I'll drive you there." said the mother and went ahead.

(Y / N) quickly took her little bag and put her cell phone, power bank and mask there before she left her room.

In the car she asked her mother if she could also pick up Hinata, with a 'yes' she agreed and drove in the direction of the orange-haired one.

He was about to set off on a bicycle when his mother honked the horn and drew attention to him (Y / N), got out of the car and said loudly that he should get in.

Hinata quickly told his mother that he was being driven and ran straight to his girlfriend. "You look great, Hinata." she said to him with which he said, "You always do that." answered.

Giggling, the friends sat down in the car and talked about 10 different topics in this short drive.

"We are there." said the mother.

As they got out, they thanked them and made their way into the building.

"Nervous?" asked Hinata (Y / N), she just shook her head and said that they should go inside.

They parted ways in the building as they are now keeping their friends for company.

Hinata went to his volleyball and greeted each one of them.

(Y / N) went to her small circle of friends and hugged each of them with a warm hug. She noticed that she had forgotten to put on her mask, what she is doing now.

Kageyama, who also talks to Hinata, looks out for his ex-girlfriend, because the only thing he still wants to do is to apologize, he was cowardly yes.

That's why he's so eager to apologize today and besides, he still loves her but he knows himself that it might be better not to get together with her again.

The crowds of students drink some punch, some dance like crazy or talk.

After the time the music got a bit too loud for (Y / N), so she leaves the building and takes a little break.

Without knowing someone else came out the door and it was none other than Kageyama.

"(Y / N)." she heard him say her name, unfortunately she knew that voice too well.

Turning around nervously, she saw him taking the mask off his face, she did the same and asked him what he was doing here.

"I wanted to apologize to you, apologize for how I treated you.

We both know you deserve someone better. I'm terribly sorry (Y / N). "

Kageyama apologized and bowed to (Y / N), of course she was a bit overwhelmed but immediately said "You don't have to apologize for what you are not guilty of, we both made a mistake, so I just think we don't need an apology. "

He hugged her warmly and mumbled softly "Do you think we could become something?"

"Sure, but we shouldn't think about tomorrow if you get what I'm talking about."

Nodding, he continued the hug until she said, "Let's go in, I'm getting cold, aren't you?"

"No, but I think you're right."

TIME SKIP

It has been a total of 2 years after graduation.

The black-haired guy was just getting the last boxes out of the car, while (Y / N) put the boxes in the respective room.

Kageyama quietly crept behind (Y / N) and covered her eyes "Kageyama since I've been your fiancée you can't seem to do anything other than cover my eyes, right?"

She giggled and took his hands from her eyes.

He just giggled and shrugged his shoulders and asked "Shall we order food today?"

"Only when you talk."

"Yeah ok, lazy." he mumbled, but he wasn't quiet enough because she threw one of the little things at him.

"I heard it."

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synmorite · 3 years

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Behind These Eyes- Chapter 3

Summary: Life in the bunker, a hunt gone bad, cuteness, and goodbyes.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3642

Warnings: fluff, angst, injuries, more angst

A/N: This section was definitely written to be more “slice of life.” There’s a few time jumps. One more part after this!

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You settled into life in the bunker quicker than you thought you would. Dean took you shopping and you picked up some essentials so you could be set for the next couple of months with them. You also insisted on picking up food so that you could cook for them. Mostly, you wanted to return the favor. They took you in and welcomed you as part of their family. The least you could do is give them some good home cooked meals. The first time you cooked, Dean moaned at the first bite of chicken. Sam smirked at his brother.

“Hey Y/N?” Sam turned to you.

“Yeah?” You asked, looking over at him.

“Clearly, you’re an excellent cook. Can you bake?”

You frowned at the random question, missing how Dean’s gaze zeroed in on you. “Yeah, I can bake too. Why? Something in particular you’d like?”

“How about cake?” Sam said, smirking at his brother before dodging the spoon that Dean threw at him.

“Sammy!” Dean growled. You looked between the brothers, utterly confused at what was going on.

“Can you bake… pie?” Dean asked, somewhat hesitantly.

“Yea, I can bake pie. Apple, cherry, blueberry, strawberry rhubarb, peach, basically any type. You got a preference?” You shrugged.

Dean was staring at you. “Can you make all of them?”

Sam burst out laughing. You frowned at them. “Can you guys eat that many pies?” You asked. Sam dropped his head into his hands, practically choking on his laughter now.

Dean glared at him. “Sammy doesn’t get any pie. They’re mine!” You joined in with Sam’s laughter, finally realizing that Dean must REALLY love pie.

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One month later...

The boys still looked for hunts, but for the ones they found, Sam usually called another hunter to take care of it. They had a fairly large network of hunters set up. Dean explained that they had ended up in an alternate universe and brought back several people with them from that world. You weren’t surprised when Dean informed you of the existence of other worlds.

“I have an angel inside me. Why shouldn’t there be other worlds?” You shrugged.

It wasn’t long before there was a hunt that they needed to take. Something was killing soldiers that had returned from the Middle East. Wounds they received in the war and had long since healed, were reappearing and killing them. Sam and Dean had never come across this before and didn’t want to send someone else in to investigate something unfamiliar. There was no question that you would stay behind in the safety of the bunker.

Before they left, Dean cupped your cheek in his hand and ran his hand over your cheekbone. He’d been doing this a lot more. Little touches here and there. His olive green eyes burned into yours.

“Sometimes I swear I can see Arti behind your eyes.” He whispered.

You tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

His hand dropped and he shrugged. “I dunno. I just feel like I see something that isn’t you.” You frowned at him and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Stay in the bunker. Stay safe, sweetheart.”

“You too, Dean. And you, Sam!” You called over to him where he was climbing into the impala. Sam gave a short wave and Dean climbed into the driver’s seat. He flashed a grin at you. “See you soon, princess.”

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Dean checked in with you each night to ensure you were still safe and inside the bunker. They still didn’t know what was killing the soldiers, but they had tracked down that they all signed up and served together. Sam and Dean couldn’t get a hold of any details of where they served that may have caused them to become targets for whatever supernatural creature was now hunting them.

However, on their fourth night away, Dean didn’t check in at 10pm as he usually did. You waited and waited, but he didn’t call or text. Neither did Sam. You’d tried calling them both, but their phones went straight to voicemail. You paced through the halls in your PJs, clutching the phone that Dean gave you. You tried not to worry, but as the silence from the boys continued, your anxiety over something being wrong grew. As 4am approached, you heard the growl of the impala and bolted to the garage. Sam was getting out of the driver seat and Dean was leaning against the passenger window asleep. Sam gave a small smile as you approached and gave him a hug. You could smell blood and smoke on him.

“I was so worried when Dean didn’t check in.”

“Yea, sorry about that. My phone died and Dean’s got...damaged.”

“Are you guys okay?” You asked.

“Yeah. Turned out it was a valkyrie. She posed as the army recruiter, and when her recruits didn’t die in Iraq like she planned for them, she decided to take care of it herself. FYI, fire kills valkyries. She hit Dean pretty good and he thinks he has a broken rib so he asked if I could drive us home.” Sam explained. He leaned down and called over to Dean. Dean didn’t move.

You leaned down to the open driver’s door.

“Dean? Wake up, you’re home.” You called to him. He still didn’t respond. It was then that you noticed the light sheen of sweat across his face and the paleness of his skin.

You ran to the other side of the car. “Sam! Something’s wrong!” You pulled the door open and Dean fell out into your arms. His skin was clammy, but still warm. Sam was right behind you and helped pull Dean from the car to lay on the garage floor. Sam didn’t hesitate to pull Dean’s shirt up to expose his chest. There was dark bruising all across his skin. You could see his chest rise and fall shallowly so he was still alive luckily.

“That’s where the valkyrie hit him.” Sam whispered.

“What do we do?” You looked at him, panicking. Sam just stared at his brother. “Sam! WHAT DO WE DO?”

He shook his head. “I-I don’t know. The closest hospital is half an hour away and he has been bleeding internally for at least 8 hours while we drove back. I- I thought he was just asleep. I didn’t know.” Sam’s voice cracked. “Cas is too far. He can’t help in time.”

“Wait, Cas can heal because he’s an angel!”

“But he’s too far, Y/N.”

ARTI! You screamed internally. You forced all of your urgency and panic into the scream to hopefully reach him.

Little one? Arti’s soft voice echoed through your mind.

Please Arti. Please heal Dean. You choked on a sob.

You felt Arti’s presence move through you and had the odd sensation of him looking through your eyes to what was happening.

Little one, I am still weak. To heal him will weaken me further. I am not recovered enough to even fully heal him.

Please Arti. I need him. I need you to heal him.

Very well, Y/N. Press your fingers to his forehead and let my grace flow from you to him.

You did as Arti said and pressed your fingertips to his forehead just as Cas had done for you. You felt Arti’s warmth spread from your own chest, down your arm, and into Dean. You watched in amazement as the bruising on Dean’s chest vanished. His breathing strengthened and he let out a low groan.

He is as healed as I can make him, little one. He will live. Arti replied weakly and you felt him recede.

Thank you, Arti.

Sam was staring at you. “Arti helped me.” You said softly. Sam nodded slowly and reached down to his brother. He pulled him up so that Dean’s arm was around his shoulders. Sam dragged his brother down to his room. You followed behind, suddenly feeling very tired. Sam laid Dean down on his bed. You reached forward and tugged Dean’s boots off before tugging the blankets out from under Dean to pull over him.

Sam walked out of the room and you looked at Dean again before following and pulling the door behind you leaving it cracked. Sam was on the floor with his back against the wall, shaking. You slid down the wall next to him and grabbed his trembling hand.

“Thank you, Y/N. I thought I was going to lose him.” Sam whispered, squeezing your hand.

“I don’t want to lose him either.” You replied softly.

Sleep didn’t want to come that night. Or rather morning. Sam had retreated to his room and you to yours, but you couldn’t stop worrying about Dean. Eventually, you got up and went back into Dean’s room. He was still fast asleep, but he looked much better than he had earlier.

You tentatively climbed on top of the bed and laid down on top of the covers next to him. You finally fell asleep watching him.

***

When you woke, you could feel fingers threading through your hair. You blinked your eyes open sleepily and realized very suddenly that you were curled up into Dean’s side. He was sitting up slightly in bed, with his computer on his lap. He had a tv show that you instantly recognized playing. Dr. Sexy.

“I love this show.” You said softly and Dean looked down at you.

“Hey sleepy head. Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He smiled at you.

You scoffed. “Some of us didn’t spend most of the night unconscious. Some of us spent it worrying because someone missed check in and then showed up half dead.” You glared at him.

“Yeah, sorry about that. That valkyrie broke my phone when she hit me. And I just thought it was a couple of broken ribs.” He looked sheepish. “Sam said that Arti healed me?”

“Yeah, he did. He depleted his grace again, but he helped me and saved your life.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His green eyes held your Y/E/C ones. You broke the eye contact and looked at the computer screen again.

“This is a good episode.” You murmured.

He hummed his agreement and continued to comb his fingers through your hair as you tucked back into him.

***

Another month later...

Dean pulled Baby up to a small park with a little pond.

“Why are we here, Dean? Thought we were doing a supply run?” You asked.

He shrugged. “You spend most of your time cooped up in the bunker. You said most of the places you visited in your haven were nature related so I thought you’d like to get outside a bit.”

You grinned at him. “Really?”

He nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart. I know the bunker covers the libraries part of your haven, but there isn’t much variety to Kansas nature wise. There’s a little pond here. It’s not much.”

“It’s perfect, Dean. Thank you.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, missing his blush. You opened Baby’s door before climbing out and running over to the pond. You leaned over the edge of the water and saw the tadpoles swimming in the shallows. You sat down on the grassy bank and sighed happily. You liked the bunker. But there was no sunlight. No breezes. No nature. Dean came over and sat down beside you. You dug your hands into the grass and felt the warm dirt beneath your fingers. You laid back onto the ground and closed your eyes against the bright sunlight.

“I forgot what the warmth of the sun really feels like.” You murmured.

“I never really thought about what it feels like. But it’s nice. It’s not just a warmth on your skin, but it’s down to your soul.” Dean replied just as softly.

You peeked your eyes at him and saw him watching you with a soft expression on his face.

“Will you miss it? Will you miss… us?” He whispered. You sat up and laid your hand on his knee.

“Yeah. I’ll miss the bunker. I’ll miss Sam. I’ll miss you.” You rubbed your thumb gently across the fabric of his jeans and he was looking at your hand instead of your face now.

“Do you ever think of not going? Of kicking Arti out?”

You let out a slow breath and looked across the water. “Yes. I do.”

Dean hesitated. “I don’t think you should.” You looked over at him, surprised. “Arti can protect you. I don’t think you should kick him out.”

You felt a pain in your chest at his words. You nodded slowly to show that you’d heard him. You sat in silence with him for a few more minutes, but the comfort the pond had given you was gone. You stood up and dusted your jeans off.

“C’mon. We should get the shopping done before it gets too late.” You were quiet during the drive to the store and you separated in the store to get everything you needed. As you checked out, Dean kept glancing at you. When you got back to the car and were loading the groceries into the trunk, Dean smiled and said, “Would you like to drive Baby back to the bunker?” You dropped the bag you were holding in surprise. Luckily, you had already moved it to the trunk and nothing spilled out or broke.

“What?”

“Do you want to drive Baby?”

You looked towards the car and then back to him. “YES.” He laughed and tossed the keys to you as he returned the cart to the corral and went to the passenger side. You sat in the driver’s seat and stroked your hands down the wheel. You pushed the key in and started her up. Listening to the roar of her engine, you glanced towards Dean. “Are you sure?” You asked.

He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. Let’s get home.”

The drive from the store back to the bunker was all too short for you. You pulled into the garage carefully and shut the car off. Sam was leaning against the garage door, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his brother. “You let her drive your car?” Dean shrugged. “Yeah, why not? Gotta give her something to reference when Arti takes over again.” There’s a weird note in his voice that you catch, but you can’t quite pinpoint what it is. When you turn to look at him, his face is smoothed out with no sign of what it was. Sam raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t comment.

“So you gonna help us unload these bags or what, Sammy?” Dean asked. Sam shook his head and walked to the open trunk to start bringing the groceries in.

***

Two weeks later...

“Wanna go outside, Dean?” You asked, bouncing up to him. Dean raised his eyebrow at you.

“It’s raining.” He replied with a frown.

You grinned at him. “That’s the point.”

“What? To get wet?”

Still frowning, he said, “I don’t get it.”

“Haven’t you ever danced in the rain, Dean?”

“No? Why would you?”

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed at his hand and pulled him towards the bunker door. He offered little resistance as you pulled him outside into the summer storm and to the little clearing near the bunker door. You let go of his hand and toed your shoes off so you could feel the wet grass beneath your toes.

“Sweetheart, I’m getting wet.” Dean whined at you. Closing your eyes, you laughed and tilted your face up as the droplets ran down your cheeks and through your hair. You could feel the warm water soak through your t-shirt and you spun in a slow circle. You opened your eyes and smiled at Dean who was just standing and watching you.

“C’mon, Dean!” You reached for his hand again and pulled him toward you. You gripped his other hand and tugged him further into the clearing and started pulling him back and forth.

“Now what are you doing?”

“Trying to get you to dance!”

He frowned slightly at you before looking around. He pulled his hands from yours and moved them to your waist. You rested your hand around his neck as he started to sway with you in the rain.

“Why do you like the rain so much?” He asked with a cock of his head.

You shrugged at him. “It just feels freeing. Like I can do anything. Be anything. Smelling it on the summer air, feeling it run across my skin. The sound of it hitting the trees and the earth. Seeing the clear puddles and the drips off the leaves. It lets me just BE, ya know?” You blushed at the admission, knowing that Dean would think it’s silly.

You looked up and met his eyes. His normally bright green eyes were darker as they looked at you now. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth at the intensity you could feel in his gaze. He started to tilt his head down towards you and your breath froze in your chest as he got closer.

“What are you guys doing? It’s pouring out here!”

You and Dean jumped apart at the sound of Sam’s voice. You looked over at Sam to see him trying to hold his coat over his head to keep dry.

“You worried that it’s gonna ruin all that hard work you put into your hair, Sammy?” Dean said, walking over to his brother. Before Sam could even retort, Dean grabbed Sam’s coat and pulled it off. He ran further away, laughing at Sam’s startled look.

“DEAN!” Sam yelled and he took off after Dean. You laughed, watching the brothers chasing each other through the rain. Your heart panged at the realization that you were running out of time with them. With Dean. You could feel Arti inside you again and knew that any day now, your time was up.

***

It was close to 3am and you were still sitting up in bed reading a book when you heard it. Dean was having a nightmare again. His grunts and whimpers could be heard through the wall. You could hear him having nightmares almost every night. You listened for a few more minutes before deciding that you needed to help him. Setting your book down on your bed, you got up and went to his room. The door was cracked open slightly and you could see Dean in his bed. His fists were clenched in the bedsheets and the veins in his neck were sticking out from how tense he was. His brows were furrowed and there was a slight sheen of sweat on him.

Carefully, you made your way to his bed and softly climbed over the top to him. You reached out and stroked your hand through his hair gently. You started to hum ‘You are my sunshine’. Your mother used to sing it to your little sister when you were a kid, so when you needed a distraction, you’d hum it to yourself. Slowly, his body relaxed under your fingers and his breathing evened back out. His head turned towards you and he let out a soft sigh.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He whispered as he fell back into a deep sleep. Once you were sure he wouldn’t wake up, you leaned over and kissed the top of his head before slipping back to your room. You read your book for another hour and waited to hear if Dean had any more nightmares before cuddling down into your blankets and shutting off the lamp. You drifted to sleep quickly.

***

You were sitting in the library of the bunker and Arti was sitting across from you. A grin stretched across your lips.

“Arti! You’re okay!”

He nodded. “Yes, little one. I have recovered my grace. It’s time I take control again.”

Your smile dropped instantly.

“O-oh.”

“Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“I just- I’ll just miss the boys is all. Can I say goodbye to them first?”

He tilted his head to the side and frowned a little. “If you wish. Let me know when you are ready.”

You blinked your eyes open in the darkness of your room. You took a shuddering breath. How were you supposed to say goodbye? Dean and Sam had quickly become your family. You didn’t want to give them up. But you had given yourself to Arti so that he could help people. People like you. Rather, like you had been. You realized that for the last couple of months, you’d been happy. Truly happy. And most of that had been because of Dean. You felt so whole when you were with him. How could you say goodbye? You couldn’t. Not really. You pulled a piece of paper and a pen from the desk and wrote a note.

Dean-

I’m sorry. Arti’s recovered and I made a promise to be his vessel so it’s time for me to go and I’m too much of a coward to say goodbye directly to you. I want you to know that I won’t ever forget you. Or Sam. You gave me some great memories over the last 2 and ½ months. Singing along to music in Baby. Watching Dr. Sexy. Family dinners. Baking pies (and eating them!) Dancing in the rain... I’ll be reliving them in my haven forever. Thank you. For everything.

Love, Y/N

You folded the note in half and wrote Dean’s name on the front. You propped it up on the desk and looked around your room. At your home. You debated going back to Dean’s room one more time to look at him. But you doubted that you’d be able to walk away from him if you did. You sighed.

“Ok, Arti. I’m ready.” Everything went dark.

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Caught in The Act (Bakugou x Reader x Todoroki)

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Finale:

She did not just call you crazy. And a bitch.

Fae’s eyes wildly flashed between you and her sister, “C-crazy bitch? I—"

“FIRST OF ALL, who the HELL do you think--” you cut yourself off before gently inhaling a pocket of air. You were sounding way too much like a certain explosive disgrace for your liking. You closed your eyes as you breathed out all of your frustrations.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?!” Fae protectively shifted to fill the space between you and her little sister, “Farrah, there must be a mistake. This is my roommate, Y/N.”

Farrah.

A pretty name forever ruined by a slut.

God, you wanted to beat her ass more than anything. It was as if all of your nerves were on fire and screaming a you to just do something.

Was this what Katsuki constantly felt like?

The violent beating of your eardrums was deafening and your vision was beginning to blur as you scowled at Fae’s sister.

Everything in your being yearned for you to switch to “instant kill mode”, but you couldn’t physically move. It was as if a small piece of you held your fury under control like a rabid dog on a chain-- or a parliament of higher beings had voted for you to keep your cool.

You sucked in one more time as your heart began to slow down. You gave one last, gentle huff as you continued to glare.

Farrah sent a scowl of her own back at you, “She is the one who—”

“This is the trash that slept with my boyfriend,” you deadpanned very flatly as your eyes slightly narrowed at her. Fae’s jaw fell immediately at your words, but you continued talking despite her shock, “I just don’t see how she, of all people, could be upset in the situation. If you're upset at all, it should be at yourself. You have no class or self-worth, sleeping with an engaged man,” you crossed your arms as you reprimanded her and dared her to say something else as you intensified your stare.

You felt your heart jump as she stepped forward towards you, past Fae. It was as if it were excited by the idea that she may attack you so that you thoroughly beating the snot out of her would be justified.

Shit. What was wrong with you.

You kicked the persistent, animal-like thoughts off your leg as you continued to eye Farrah.

“You’re psychotic!!” she gasped as she threw her hands up, “I totally didn’t know Ground Zero even had a girl! psycho ass!”

Bull shit. You and Bakugou had both been plastered everywhere since your first sports festival at U.A. when you were fifteen. Since then you had both been in the eye of the media. It was pretty common knowledge that he wasn’t single. Your face scrunched up in disgust at her blatant lies as she continued, “She kicked me out of the apartment with nothing but my bare ass!!!”

“Yeah, you left your cheap ass, ratty ass clothes and your dignity that night too,” you rolled your eyes as the words flew out of your mouth.

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down, everybody,” Fae looked as if she was on the brink of crying, “Farrah, I think you should leave for now, Okay?” She fiddled with her fingers.

“Yeah, I think so too.” As you pettily used your dancing fingers to wave, astonishment flashed across Fae’s expression. Honestly if your heart wasn’t thrumming against your chest so crazily right now, you would be horrified at how you were acting too, but the adrenaline that coursed throughout your body at the sight of the whore in the room numbed your mind.

Farrah struggled against her older sister as she tried to lead her away from the would-be battlefield, “No!! She is the one that needs to leave. You’re the one who pays rent around here, Sis!”

“Farrah, stop it!” Fae pleaded.

“WHY??” Farrah blurted before throwing a finger in your direction, “Newsflash, she is the one who is stealing your man from you now!” her voice raised an octave as she screeched, “Talk about hypocritical!” All of the color drained from Fae’s face as she threw horrified glances between you and her sister. Her mouth stumbled over itself as she tried to find words.

Your eyebrows congregated to the middle of your forehead as you tried to decipher the meaning of Farrah’s words.

Todoroki? Is that Fae’s man?

As if on cue, the front door to the house casually slid open, revealing a tired Todoroki.

All of the chaos that had been ensuing inside immediately halted as Todoroki froze in the doorway. His eyes snapped around as he saw the loose papers from Fae’s books that you hadn’t even noticed that you had thrown around with your quirk in your frustration, your completely furious expression and defensive stance, and Fae’s horrified form struggling to hold onto her crazed sister.

It was a lot to interpret.

“What… is going on,” he calmly questioned before he was assaulted with a boom of feminine screams.

“TELL HER TO LEAVE!”

“NO, TELL HER TO LEAVE! SHE DOESN’T EVEN LIVE HERE.”

“FARRAH, STOP!”

“NEITHER DO YOU, WHORE.”

Todoroki blinked in shock at the words that flew out of your mouth. He had never heard you used such a tone or choice of words with anyone—not even when you were against villains at U.A.. He hated to see you so upset, but he had no idea what to do with all of these women yelling at him, “Uh, Y/N...? Should we talk?” He questioned, causing Farrah to roll her eyes before she mouthed the word “see?” To her sister.

You huffed once more as you stormed towards the man, “Okay...” You begrudgingly agreed as you walked outside of the door, not even bothering to look him in the face. You couldn’t bring yourself to. Something just didn’t sit right with you.

As soon as he shut the front door behind him and walked down to the driveway a bit to meet up with where you had stormed off to, you threw a curve-ball at him,

“Just what is Fae to you?”

The question completely caught him off guard, but he immediately answered anyway, “Our roommate?”

“Obviously. But like. Did you and her… ever you know…” the thought alone made you feel queasy, “have something romantic.” You could have thrown up right then and there.

But his lack of reply made you feel a different type of sick. You blinked in surprise as the silence ensued before you spoke up, “You’re kidding,” you blurted.

“It’s not at all what you are thinking. There was chemistry for sure, but nothing ever happened. It wasn’t strong like you and I. When you came back there was no doubt in my mind that me and her were nothing.”

“That’s not what I’m upset about,” you threw pinched fingers to the brige of your nose and shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, “Jesus, that poor girl.” So you really were just as much of a homewrecker, huh?

You thought there was one whore in that house but there were two.

“Fae is fine,” Todoroki moved to place a hand on your shoulder but you shifted away. He looked a bit shocked as he continued, “She had been dating here and there. She’s unaffected by the situation,” he calmly argued.

“God, Todoroki. That’s not the point,” you searched around your jacket pocket for your car keys. You had to get out of here. Even if you were in your house shoes.

“Im sorry, did I do something? Where are you going?” Todoroki’s calm demeanor slightly cracked as panicked undertones filled his question.

“I need to think,” you simply replied. Upon seeing his worried expression you immediately changed your answer, “I’ll… be back, okay? I just need a drive. We are still cool, okay? Friends,” you tried to sound enthused at the word.

“Okay… be safe.”

You slightly nodded at him before getting in your car and driving off.

You couldn’t believe it. You were slowly becoming everything that split you an Katsuki apart.

Your phone violently vibrating against your leg sent you flying out of your thoughts. Jesus, Kiri. He always called when you were trying to drive your frustration away—literally.

You groaned as you answered the phone.

“Hey!” His chipper voice had a slight undertone of panic to it, but your frustrated mind completely ignored it,

“What,” you deadpanned.

“Oh god, this isn’t a good time is it…?” he nervously laughed, causing your face to instantly shrivel up into a scowl,

“Just tell me what the fuck you want, Kirishima!” you blurted. A long silence filled the line, causing you to breath out heavily in a deep sigh. Way to go.

It was as if you were taking notes straight out of Katsuki’s book today. You just cursed at the sweetest guy on the planet. I mean, you might as well have just stomped on a puppy with both feet, “Look. I am sorry. I didn’t mean that... it’s just a long day…”

A pathetic excuse really. You realized this as soon as it came out of your mouth.

Kiri, being the happy souled fool he was, wholeheartedly accepted your pathetic excuse, “Maybe I should call back then...?” he suggested kindly.

“No, its okay, Kiri. What’s up?” you tried to smile as if he could see you—as if this gentle gesture would make up for how much of a colossal bitch you had just been.

“Well...” he dragged, “Don’t you think maybe that it is about time you picked up your things from our apartment?”

You sighed, “…it’s really not a good time for me. I just..”

“WE CAUGHT THE HOUSE ON FIRE,” he cried out suddenly.

You held the phone closer to your ear as if you hadn’t heard him correctly, “Um. W-hwhat…?”

As soon as you spoke it triggered a tangent from the redhead, “Bakugou was really mad because he found out about you and Todoroki a few hours ago and he came home and wanted to vent his frustrations out, and we both know what that means, so we got to fighting and I punched him really hard, totally not manly of me by the way, and I pissed him off and then he exploded me and we set the house on fire!” he gasped for air, “I am so sorry!!” he exclaimed in a higher tone.

Your mind spun as you tried to take in all of the information that was being thrown at you at once. Finally it settled into your brain, “Oh my god!” you gasped, “Is he… is Katsuki okay?!”

“Yeah he is fine. He’s is in the hospital,” he brushed off.

“What!?! Where?!”

He quickly corrected himself at the sound of your heartbroken voice, “No, no! Not like that!” For some reason the concern in your voice for Bakugou made him happy, “He just needed a few little burn treatments! Anyway, we will probably be released tomorrow morning or night from the hospital, but—”

“We?!” you screeched.

“Yeah, I—”

“Kiri please tell me you did not just call me from a hospital bed,” you shook your head furiously.

“I just wanted to tell you that you should go pick up your things while Bakugou isn’t there, well what’s left of it anyway,” he gave an uneasy chuckle.

“Isn’t it still hot?”

“One of the firefighters had a cold quirk so everything turned out okay after they showed up. No other apartments were affected at all actually!” You still couldn’t believe this was all happening. You honestly hadn’t planned on grabbing your things from the apartment so soon. Then again, it had been months hadn’t it?

“So, are you going?” Kirishima snapped you back to reality.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll head over there right now,” you absentmindedly nodded even though he couldn’t see you. You hung up the phone after the two of you had spoken your farewells, but you could hardly remember the rest of the drive as you stood in front of your old home.

Your mind felt entirely numb as you gawked at the tall, polished building.

The crime scene—where the dreams that you had been building since you were fifteen years old came to die a gruesome death. You swiftly ducked under the fitting yellow tape as you made your way into the scorched portion of the home—your old room.

It was pretty much the only area that had been affected by the disaster as the rest of the home basically look exactly as you had remembered it to be—well minus the manly mess that Kiri tended to leave behind. You assumed Katsuki had been more strict on house rules since you left.

You walked up to what was left of your grandmother’s dresser and traced your fingers along the crumbling edges of the wood. You ended your trail as your fingers found their way onto an old frame. You couldn’t tell if picture was okay since a film of ash painted the fractured glass, but the frame seemed fine, as it resided in an area that hadn’t been touched by the inferno.

So then why was the glass cracked?

That’s when it hit you—it must have been the object that you had thrown at Farrah that night. You remembered that you threw something at her that shattered, but you never bothered to find out what.

Why the hell didn’t Katsuki fix it?

You curiously, but cautiously wiped the glass with the edge of your shirt.

What was revealed was the first picture the you and Bakugou had ever taken together. He was tied to a pole with a muzzle on at the U.A. sports festival award ceremony your freshman year. You had been standing next to him as he stood on the first-place podium on your very own third pace spot.

The memory quickly flooded into your mind.

That day when you fought him was the first time that he had ever acknowledged you. He actually congratulated you in his own way you supposed. He told you that you put up a really good fight. You couldn’t help but to shake your head at the recollection as a smile dared to pull the corner of your lips up.

“Y/N?” A loud, rough voice caused you to jump suddenly before you whipped yourself around. What you saw surprised you,

Katsuki? But he’s not even supposed to be here! Especially with bloodied bandages placed throughout his scratched up body!!

He looked just as surprised as you, “What the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

“That’s my line, you ass! I thought you were in the hospital!” you cried out as you hurriedly dropped the frame into a bag you had been using to gather some of your things.

“I’m fine,” he quickly readjusted his face from the previously shocked expression, “They’re crazy if they thought I was gonna stay overnight.”

“Jesus, Katsuki,” you shook your head in disappointment.

“What?!” he barked.

You simply continued to shake your head as you attempted to rush past him, “Nothing. I’m leaving.”

“Wait! Don’t,” he suddenly reached out to grab you but you harshly shrugged him away before sending a glare at him,

“Why? Have something to say?” Of course he didn’t. He hadn’t reached out to you in all of this time. Not since the day everything went down. But then again, he hardly talked with you when you lived together, so why would he even bother speaking to you after you broke up.

Still, a piece of you yearned for him to care about you enough to speak up as you searched his eyes for an ounce of affection. You saw none—just hurt and a splash of his usual flavor of rage.

“That’s what I thought,” your voice surprisingly croaked as you spoke. You turned away from him and began to walkaway, halting as he called out to you once more,

“You and Icyhot? REALLY?” he roared behind you, “I bet you were just waiting on me to fuck up so you’d have an excuse to crawl back to him, weren’t you?”

You whipped yourself back to furiously scowl at him. Of course that’s the first thing he wants to talk about after all this time, “You have zero right to judge me for moving on quickly even if I was fucking him!”

“So you’re not?!” he didn’t sound very convinced as he stormed up to you.

“Bakugou, that’s none of your business!” you didn’t back away as you challenge him. He hated it when you used his last name, “So what if I am?!” you exclaimed as tears pricked the backs of your eyes.

“I gave you a damned ring—we were getting married next fucking month!!” as his voice cracked your eyes were drawn to his arms that he intensely held on either side of him. His hands were quietly quivering in rage as he continued, “Of course it’s my fucking business!”

You snapped back regardless of his dangerously pissed off state. He is still trying to defend himself like he did nothing wrong after all this fucking time, “I gave you my ENTIRE being Katsuki!! I gave you my trust and my whole heart and everything else I could muster up and more!!!” You screamed at the top of your voice. Tears freely rolled down your tired cheeks at this point,

“So fucking what if you gave me a hunk of metal with a few gems?! What else did you give me? Huh?! What else did you offer up to me? Affection? Consideration? Loyalty??” your voice heavily cracked on the last word as you stared at the seemingly unphased man in front of you.

He held a glare as if it were permanently plastered onto his expression, yet he didn’t say anything in return, so you continued speaking after shakily gathering up a spare breath, “God, I still think about you in practically everything that I do…” you cried as you pathetically stared at the ground in front of you. Bakugou’s fierce red eyes continued to burn holes into your image as you spoke,

“…but you probably only care that some other man is stomping around on your territory. You haven’t even reached out to me past the initial weekend when shit hit the fan,” you looked back up to see him still glaring at you intensely. You couldn’t tell if he was judging you or if he hated you. Probably a mix of the two.

What a condescending asshole.

“What?! Stop fucking looking at me! Say something dammit!” you pushed him away from you and was surprised by how good it felt, “Anything!!” you pleaded as you pushed him back again towards the living room.

He still said nothing as he threw his glare away from you and toward the ground. You groaned in annoyance before shoving him back again. Why was he always so damn quiet when you actually wanted him to speak up?

“Fight me back, dammit!” you didn’t even care that you sounded like him anymore. Maybe it’s what he wanted from you the entire time as his mastermind meticulously chipped away at the persona that you had been building all of your life. Well, if it’s what he wanted, you would be more than happy to oblige in this case, “You like to pick fights don’t you?!” you screamed as you used your entire body and shoved him once last time, actually tripping him.

The two of you fell and you toppled on top of him as your tears transformed into sobs, “Just do something, you grimy ass bastard! I know you want to!” you weakly pounded against his chest as sobs continued to tear themselves from your throat.

Bakugou truthfully had no words to speak as he watched your heartbroken form collapse on his chest.

He wanted so desperately to say something.

He wanted to tell you everything that he was feeling, and more than anything he wanted to hold you close to him and comfort you.

But it was as If something in the fibers of his being stopped him from doing so as you laid broken on top of him.

It had always been that way with you.

Every time he had opened his mouth to say something affectionate to you, something vile and downright disrespectful would fly out instead. Every time he wanted to reach out to you and touch you gently, all of the wrong muscles spasmed and he would do something completely erroneous.

It had been easier to neglect you at the time, rather than face you and hurt you, or fix himself even. But it was beyond fixing himself now.

Even so, he wanted to show you at least once that he was capable of doing something fucking right.

He owed you at least that.

He closed his eyes and he sharply grabbed your face and pressed it down onto his own as gently as he could. His hands were still shaking, not from anger as you had assumed, but from fear. He was terrified that you would completely abandon him without ever knowing how much he cared about you.

You whimpered into his mouth out of pure surprise as he continued to move his lips against your own, but you almost instantaneously settled down against him as relief surged throughout your body.

It felt as if a weight had been lifted from your being.

You found yourself kissing him back for only a moment more before you yanked yourself away from him, “No… no, no Katsuki….” You softly cried with wide eyes as you scooted away from him, “What are we doing!?”

“I know it’s over,” he said very flatly, “Between us, I mean.”

The sentence unexpectedly sent your heart falling deeply into your chest, “Wha—”

“Just shut up a moment and listen to me,” he interrupted you sharply. A thick silence enveloped the two of you for a beat as he seemed to internally kick himself for his harsh wording before he awkwardly shifted himself to sit next to you. His arms struggled to find their way around you as he lamely gathered you into his arms and pulled you close to him, “Just…. don’t look at me,” he grumbled, “I won’t be able to say the shit that I mean if you look.”

You couldn’t even find the time question what he had meant as he quickly continued,

“You... are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I know I didn’t always act like it, but it’s true, dammit. I know that I couldn’t show it to you. It’s like my mind and my body were split on what to do. I wanted to hold you like this every night, but my body just wouldn’t let me… It’s just so damn confusing,” he finished with a croak.

He shook his head at himself before continuing, “I should have fucking done it anyway. I should have woken up early to make you breakfast more than just the once. I should have worked less so you wouldn’t have to spend days without me. I should have given you that ring sooner. I never should have slept with that woman. Drunk or not—but that goes without saying. I am so sorry, Y/N. You did not deserve this.”

You couldn’t help but to look up at him, but your heart broke as you saw heavy tears falling from his eyes.

He could feel your eyes on him but he found the resolve to continue regardless, “Anyway, I know it’s over now. I can feel it. What we had is over,” he fought himself from sobbing, “I’ll never see that ring on you again, and I don’t deserve to either. I didn’t deserve a lot of things I got growing up, but I definitely didn’t deserve you,” he sounded as if he was trying to convince himself, “I don’t think I can change who I am to be what you need me to be. You deserve more than what I can give you right now. And....” he tried to pull the words out of himself, “if Half n’ Half can do it, then I should let you go that way.”

He sighed. You weren’t sure if you had ever heard him sigh before. It shocked you as he continued, “I used to think you were keeping me from winning, and I was stupid to think that,” he rested his head on top of yours, “I’m just dragging you down onto my level at this point,” he shook his head, “but I won’t let that shit happen,” he finally dropped his face to look you in the eyes, “I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispered to you before pressing a painful kiss onto your forehead.

Was this even the same man you had known for almost half of your life?

“I-I love you too. I really do,” you stuttered as astonishment enveloped your body. The two of you sat in a bittersweet silence for a few moments before his gruff, substantially more put together voiced sounded once more,

“As much I hate to say this,” he lowly began as he moved you over and stood up, “you should go,” he held a hand to you to help you up.

Your hand faltered toward his own before you reluctantly accepted his gesture, doubts filling you mind. Bakugou, ever perceptive, noticed your reluctance and immediately cleared the air as he opened the front door for you,

“If Mismatch ever treats you half as bad as I did, I will set him on fire,” he lowly stated. The Bakugou you grew up with suddenly reappeared.

“He has a fire quirk… I don’t think that will work,” you tried to joke, but honestly your heart was hurting so much.

“Fucking watch me,” he smiled at you.

Genuinely smiled.

Your heart melted at the rare scene in front of you and your weak legs could barely make it out of the door.

After moments of staring at each other, you returned a small, sad smile at him before you walked out of the apartment and shut the door behind you.

What... just happened? You turned back around to face the door and placed your hand on the knob. You let it sit for a moment before you slowly retracted it, cursing under your breath.

On the other side, Bakugou knew that he had made the correct decision letting you go to Todoroki, but the pain in his heart begged him to follow after you.

However, the doubts and reluctance to do so further solidified his decision. He wasn’t ready to be the man you needed. Yet.

He had a lot of maturing to do before he could truly love his soulmate.

Soulmate.

The thought sent flutters into his worn down heart.

A reminder of the faith that he had that you two would find your way back to each other one day.

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bakugou imagine #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagine #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha #mha x reader #mha imagines #mha fanfiction #mha #interactive series

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jisungsjheekies · 4 years

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Resistance

Genre: Gang Leader!Jisung, Angst

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, swearing, suggestive of assault, panic attack

Requested: Yes, here

Special thanks to @straycozy for editing and making this so much better <3

After working a thirteen hour shift at the restaurant, you were more than ready to head home, wanting nothing more than to be in the presence of your friends and boyfriend, Jisung. As you hung up your apron, you grabbed your phone to check the time. 9:45 pm. Work had been hectic earlier in the day, leaving you no chance to breathe. You hurried to get finally get out of the building, gratefully slumped into the driver’s seat of your car, and started the engine. Well, you tried, but nothing happened each time you turned the ignition. The engine just kept stalling. Frustrated, you got out and entered the building once more. Your boss sat behind the front counter, adding up the money.

“Hey, is it okay if I leave my car parked here for the night? It won’t start, so I’m just going to walk home,” you told your boss.

“Of course, Y/N, want me to call you a ride?” he asked politely, but you shook your head.

“I’m good, thank you, though.” Your boss nodded before bidding you goodbye. Heading back outside, you pulled your coat around you further to protect you from the cold as you set out on your way home. Luckily for you, your and the boys’ home was only a ten minute walk. As much as you didn’t like being out in the cold, the walk was a good way to clear your head after a stressful day. In the back of your mind, you knew Jisung would be angry with you, saying how you should’ve called him and how you shouldn’t be alone at night. And you would agree, but you didn’t want to be a burden as you knew he and the boys had been busy lately. Therefore, you pushed the thought to the side and continued on your way.

Just as you were about to round the corner to your street, a sudden chill ran through your body as if you were being followed. You brushed off the feeling, blaming it on the cold as you burrowed further into your scarf. Considering your boyfriend and friends were a part of a gang, Stray Kids, you were always a rather paranoid person, but you tried your best not to let it control your life. Your home finally came into view when the odd feeling returned.

And that’s when you noticed it: dim headlights behind you. You turned your head slightly, catching a glimpse of a black SUV a little down the street. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you picked up your pace, home getting closer and closer. Whoever was behind the wheel of the SUV knew your intentions as they begin to drive much faster than before.

You had to do something. You were in danger.

Suddenly, your feet were lifted from the ground as two men grabbed ahold of you and pulled you towards the SUV. You screamed at the top of your lungs, but it was quickly muffled as one of the men covered your mouth with a cloth. Once you stopped struggling, the men unceremoniously threw you into the back seat of the car just as your vision went black and you fell unconscious.

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Further down the road, the boys sat at home, working on the gang’s plans for their next mission. Out of nowhere, a woman’s scream rang through the street. Every head lifted in surprise. The boys shared a worried look as Seungmin and Changbin rose from their seats to glance outside. Other than an SUV hurtling down the road in the distance, they saw no other suspicious activity.

“Where’s Y/N?” Minho asked, almost too casually.

“She should be home soon,” Jisung said hopefully, eyes glued to the front door as he waited for you to walk through it. He wouldn’t voice it out loud, but part of him knew that scream sounded familiar, too familiar. He just didn’t want to believe it yet. The boys waited anxiously for you to arrive, but after no sign of you for over an hour, they knew something was wrong. They’d tried to call your phone multiple times but it went straight to voicemail. Chan even tried calling your workplace.

“Her boss said she left around 9:45 pm. Her car wouldn’t start, so she walked home,” Chan said worriedly.

“It only takes 10 minutes to walk from there to here,” Jeongin added. The boys’ stomachs dropped as they put two and two together: You were the woman they’d heard outside earlier.

Jisung panicked. “We have to go look for her. NOW!” The boys hurriedly agreed with their leader, running around the house to grab their equipment. With guns strapped into their belts, they gathered by the front door. Just as Woojin reached for the door knob, Jisung’s phone began to ring. Pulling the phone from his pocket, a message appeared on the screen.

UNKNOWN: Meet at *location* in 1 hour with 10k if you want your girl back. In the meantime, I think I’ll have a little fun with her ;)

Chills covered Jisung’s body as he began to shake from fear and anger. He had a feeling he knew who was behind this. It was always the same.

“Jisung, what is it?” Hyunjin asked.

“They have her,” Jisung seethed before darting out of the house with the rest of the boys in tow. Everyone piled into the car with Jisung behind the wheel. Flooring it, the boys sped off to rescue you.

“Why are we here?” Felix asked, confused, watching as Jisung turned into the bank parking lot. Jisung remained silent. Before getting out of the car, Jisung threw his phone to Hyunjin, who sat in the passenger seat. Hyunjin unlocked the phone and pulled up the messages, immediately noticing the unknown number. A moment later, Jisung returned with a large bag.

“He wants money?” Hyunjin asked. Jisung nodded in response, handing the bag to Hyunjin.

“And you’re just going to give it to him?”

“No. I’m going to make him think I am,” Jisung scoffed, starting the car once more before heading off towards the location he had been sent.

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The first thing you noticed were the sounds in the room becoming gradually louder as you regained consciousness. The throbbing in your head was getting more intense by the second. As you began to regain your senses, you distinguished the sounds to be voices--three to be exact. You slowly opened your eyes but had to shut them immediately as the brightness of the room became too much. You groaned in discomfort, just barely registering that you were sitting in a chair. Where were you?

“The Princess is finally awake,” one of the men snickered. You opened your eyes once more, blinking rapidly as you finally took in your surroundings. In the corner of the room stood the two men who’d grabbed you and threw you into the car. Just a few feet away from you stood a tall, black-haired man. He began to saunter towards you. You tried to jerk away but immediately realized you couldn’t move. Looking down, you saw your arms and feet tied to the chair you’d been placed in. You flinched when his hand reached out to touch your knee.

“Who are you and what do you want from me?” you demanded.

The man laughed softly as he moved behind you to whisper in your ear, “Princess, I think you already know who I am.” He pushed the hair away from your neck as he said, “Your boyfriend and I go way back.”

San. Panic filled your body as you looked up to meet the other two men’s eyes, assuming they were also from the Ateez gang. They smirked in return.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, watching as he prowled around you.

“Well, Princess, your boyfriend owes me. I’m simply getting what I deserve.”

“He doesn’t owe you shit,” you said flatly. At that, San harshly seized your jaw and turned your face up to him. A look of fear flashed across your face before you could hide it.

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you, Princess,” he said before slinking behind you. He pressed his lips to your neck, and you felt tears well up in your eyes the moment his lips touched your skin. Pleased with the reaction, he ghosted his hands along your shoulders, pulling aside your top, then moved down to your chest. You cowered in fear, shutting your eyes tightly as he continued. Your tears began to fall freely now as he faced you again. His hands grazed your breasts before dropping to your thighs as he moved to presses kisses to your now exposed shoulder. The more his hands roamed across your body, the more disgusted and scared you felt. Just as his hand neared your inner thigh, a steady voice spoke.

“Move your hand one more time. I fucking dare you.”

Your eyes shot open. Jisung had a gun pointed at San. A wave of relief passed over you as you made eye contact with your boyfriend; the rest of the boys stood behind him as a guard.

Your kidnapper laughed, as if it was all a game. San lifted his hands from your thighs, instead placing one around your throat as he quickly put a gun to your temple with the other. The cold metal on your skin caused goosebumps to rise as your heart began to race. Jisung could see the fear in your eyes but he remained calm, not wanting his rival to see how affected he was.

“Ah boys, so nice to see you again. I hate that it’s under these circumstances,” San chuckled, tightening his hold on your throat and making you gasp. A flicker of panic flashed in Jisung’s eyes, but he quickly recovered, adjusting his grip on the gun.

“Hand her over. Now,” Jisung commanded, slowly walking closer to the two of you.

“You really think I’ll give her up that easily?” San snorted before smirking at your boyfriend. “You know, I kinda like having her around.”

“We brought what you asked for….” Jeongin’s words drew San’s attention and he unintentionally loosened his grip on your neck.

“Show it to me.”

Hyunjin walked forward, standing next to Jisung as he opened the bag, revealing the money.

“Leave it on the floor and back away,” San ordered, eyeing the boys suspiciously.

“Give us Y/N first,” Jisung demanded.

“No. Now, we can do this my way or no way. You decide,” San said.

“Suit yourself,” Changbin chuckled, placing his gun to the back of San’s head. Unnoticed by the Ateez gang, Changbin had crept through the shadows around the edge of the room until he was right behind the rival gang’s leader. For a moment, San’s composure faltered before he quickly recovered, cocking the gun against your head.

“I’d rethink your plan if I were you. I won’t hesitate to shoot her,” San growled, causing you to cry harder as the boys stared. Jisung motioned for Changbin to back away. Hesitantly, he listened to his leader.

“Jongho, grab the bag,” San ordered one of his gang members. You watched as Jongho moved from the corner of the room to grab the money. Several of the boys tracked the man with their guns as he moved further into the room. After securing the bag, San ushered the other man from the corner closer.

“Yunho, untie her hands and feet.” You let out a breath, ready to go back to your boys. After trying to shake the life back into your numb hands and feet, you shakily stood, only to be yanked back into someone’s grip. Turning your head, you looked at San who smiled sinisterly at you.

“I think I’ll keep you for a little longer, Princess,” San purred, again placing the gun against your temple before turning back to a fuming Jisung. “Hate to disappoint you boys, but she’s coming with us.”

“Over my dead body,” Jisung snarled. San only grinned at the boy in response.

“That can be arranged.”

The sound of gunshots exploded through the room. You shut your eyes tightly, afraid of the scene around you. You were still in San’s hold, being jerked around harshly as he wove and dodged the boys’ shots. You suddenly became overwhelmed, the events from the night finally taking their toll on you as your body began to grow weak. San nearly had to drag you as he tried to fend off the boys.

Suddenly, you felt something wet and sticky splash across your face, but you weren’t sure of its source. Was it from you? Was it from San or one of his men? Or worse, was it from one of your boys? A moment later, you were sent flying to the ground as San released his hold on you. Hearing the dull thud of San’s body hit the floor next to you, you dragged yourself a few feet away but couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Shortly, the commotion quieted down and you were lifted from the ground. It wasn’t until you felt a gentle touch on your cheek and a soft voice that you finally opened your eyes.

“Babygirl, please wake up.” You opened your eyes, and looked up into the worried face of your boyfriend. Was he really there or were you dreaming?

“Oh thank god,” Jisung breathed a sigh of relief. You reached your hand out to touch his chest. He was really there. You looked around the room and saw the corpses of San and his men strewn across the floor. It was all over. You were safe now.

And that’s when you broke.

Tears flooded down your face as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest felt tight, your head felt heavy, your heart ached. You knew that nothing else would happen to you but you still felt your body shake in fear. What would’ve happened if the boys hadn’t come in time or never come at all? Would San have tried to do something else to you? Would he have tried to kill you? What if one of the boys got killed because of you? You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to them. They were your family. You cared about them more than you cared about yourself. None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t had been so stupid and just called the boys to pick you up from work.

“Breathe, Babygirl, it’s okay. You’re safe now. I won’t let anything happen to you,” Jisung comforted you, but you only cried harder from his words. You’d wanted nothing more than to be in your boyfriend’s arms again and now that you were, you were sure that you never wanted to leave them.

“Please don’t let me go,” you sobbed, all the boys’ hearts breaking at the sight of you. You’d never been involved in a situation like this before and the boys had tried their hardest to keep it that way, but they knew it would happen sooner or later. They had all wished that it would never happen.

“Never, Babygirl. I got you.” Jisung pulled you into his chest, rubbing your head.

After a moment, your breathing began to return to normal as your tears turned into hiccups. You pulled your head back slowly to look at the boys who were crouched around you. Aside from minor cuts and bruises, the boys seemed to be unhurt. You reached your hand out to the closest boy to you, Hyunjin, watching as he placed his hand on yours.

“I’m sorry everyone” you said, putting your head down in shame.

“Why are you apologizing?” Chan asked. You looked up at the boys sadly.

“Because this is all my fault. If I’d just called you instead of walking home, then we wouldn’t be here. I’m sorry.”

It was Hyunjin who spoke up. “Y/N, I think I speak for everyone when I say this isn’t your fault. Yes, you should’ve called for one of us to come get you because it’s not safe to be out alone but don’t try to blame yourself for the situation. All that matters to us, and especially Jisung, is that you are safe and unharmed. You’re like a sister to us. We’ll do anything in our power to protect you, Y/N.” He squeezed your hand when he finished talking, and a hint of a smile crossed your features as you squeezed his hand in return.

“I love you guys. Thank you for saving me,” you said. Hyunjin just ruffled your hair in response, making you giggle.

“We love you, too, baby bear.” The boys all smiled at you as you turned your head to Jisung once again.

“Can we go home now?” you asked.

“Of course,” Jisung said, helping you stand along with him. However, when he pulled on your wrists, you yelped in pain. Everyone froze, and you heard their small intakes of breath as they took in your appearance. You looked down. The ropes had been tied so tightly that they cut into your wrists, causing them to bruise severely and swell up. Your fingers grazed over the marks, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“Well, that’s probably going to scar,” you sighed sadly. Jisung pulled you into his embrace before placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up, Babygirl.” Just as the boys begin to walk off, you stopped, grabbing Jisung’s arm in the process. He turned around worried, thinking something else was wrong, but you just smiled sheepishly.

“Carry me?” you asked, holding your arms out like a child. Jisung could only laugh as he turned around and crouched, allowing you to climb onto his back. He placed his arms securely under your arms to prevent you from slipping as you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder. Placing a gentle kiss to his cheek, you smiled.

“My hero.”

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kotakhrome · 3 years

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The following is a work of fiction.

"The Surprise"

Greta and I had been friends online for years. We met back in the day of AOL chatrooms.

We had been there for each other for everything. Bad breakups, deaths in our families, and even when she was stuck in a very abusive relationship.

Greta had been hospitalized. I couldn't get ahold of her. I couldn't find any trace of her. I began panicking. I called her boyfriend. He told me she disappeared and didn't know where she was.

I didn't believe him at all. I knew the horrible things he did to her. Beating her, forcing himself on her, she was his legitimate slave. So I booked a flight. I needed to go find her. Deep down, I knew the love of my life was in trouble.

During my cross country flight, I made note of every hospital, police station, and morgue in a 30 mile radius. I would check every single one until I found her.

After landing, I grabbed my rental car, and found a small hotel to spend the night. I set my alarm for 6 am. No way could I function tonight, I needed sleep.

As I drifted away to sleep, I fell into a dream instantly. I was in a room of all white. Warm, bright sunlight filled the room. I looked towards the doorway as Greta stepped through, her blonde hair flowing past her shoulders. The black lingerie clashed with her bronze skin. As she walked closer I threw off the pure white blanket. I was completely nude. My nipples stood erect and my legs were bent, spread out waiting for her.

Greta crawled towards me as she got onto the bed. Crawling past my legs, dragging her hand up my body, from my pussy, up my stomach, stopping at my breasts. She circled my nipples with her finger. Giving each one a gentle pinch. Grinning, she kissed the middle of my chest. Leaving a trail of kisses up to my neck, stopping at my ear. The room suddenly went black. Confused I looked around but could not see anything. An audible, yet very quiet voice suddenly whispered to me. The voice sounded distressed, labored. The voice weeped. I could feel her tears, the warmth of her breath.

"Help me" the voice sobbed. With that my eyes flew open. I was in my hotel room. I was instantly filled with rage. I got up out of bed on a mission. Stripping off my pajamas and changing into my black combat boots, blue jeans, and a flannel shirt. I threw on my army green jacket, and grabbed my keys. I went to the hotel office and told them I would be staying a few more days and put down a deposit to hold the room for me.

Speeding away from the hotel, I came across a 24 hour department store. I pulled into the parking lot and checked the time. 5 am. Much earlier than I had planned on getting on the trail. I wouldn't be creating much attention. Very few employees would be paying attention to customers. On a b-line, I went to the sporting goods department. I grabbed the the heaviest metal softball bat I could find. Giving it a few test swings I knew this would work in a pinch. I turned around to go to checkout and I spotted it. A large hunting knife. The 8 inch black blade somehow glistened under the flourecent light of the store. It was now 5:30. I needed to get moving. Grabbing the knife, I walked with a purpose, baseball bat and knife in hand. I approached the self checkout. The gentleman watching over the registers looked at me with wide eyes. He sputtered out in a nasally voice "Sure is an odd combination at 5:30"

The kid couldn't have been older than 20. I looked at him and smiled politely. "It's for protection," I explained. "I'm from out of town, and I don't know the city well. " With that being said he pondered for a moment, then nodded acceptingly.

Moving quickly to my car I was almost running. A light jog. I had to find her. As I started my car, I heard my phone make a ping. I checked my notifications. It was Greta! Her message said, "Home. Help." I put the car into drive and pulled into traffic, cutting off at least 3 other drivers. I was only 5 minutes from her house. Pulling up to her home, it was completely dark. I got out and slipped the sheathed knife into the back of my jeans, hidden under my coat. I grabbed the bat from the backseat and stormed towards the front door. A few years ago, Greta had told me where the spare key was.

Unlocking the door quietly, I slipped in the door and pushed it closed. I heard noises coming from down the hallway. Stepping carefully, making sure not to make any noise. I got to the corner of the wall, looking down the darkened hallway. I could see the silhouette of her boyfriend pacing back and forth across the open doorway to a bedroom. He was muttering to himself. Inaudible whispers spewed from his mouth. He was visibly angry. I heard him loudly say, "Fuck it!" He turned down the hall and was stomping my way. With one swift, fluid motion, I channeled my skills from my years in college softball. I swung the bat with all my strength, hitting him square in the stomach. The man instantly dropped to his knees. In one quick movement, I kicked the tip of my boot straight to his mouth. Knocking him unconscious.

I sprinted down the hallway and burst into the bedroom. Greta laid bloody, and beaten. Her phone was smashed to pieces next to her. Her nude body was laying motionless, wrists tied to the bedposts. I rushed to her side, knife in hand. I cut the rope that bound her. I wrapped her up in a blanket and pulled out my cellphone. Dialing 911 I heard her boyfriend stirring.

I went to check on him. He was starting to get up. He struggled on his hands and knees, blood flowing from his mouth. The first thing he saw was my shadowy form running down the hallway towards him. I kicked him full force across his face and in one swift motion, I was straddling him, punching like an MMA fighter. Each punch landed, a left, a right, one after another. I could feel the bones in both my hands and his face breaking as I made connection.

I got up off of him and spit on his motionless body. Kicking him in the ribs, I picked the phone up off the floor, I could hear the operator yelling. I answered her. Breathing heavy and out of breath I replied, "I'd like to report an assault."

Within minutes, police busted into the house, guns raised and shouting instructions. When they got to the bedroom, they found Greta and I on the bed. She was crying as I held her in my arms, stroking her golden hair. I heard the clicking of the handcuffs from down the hallway.

As the officers approached the bed, their guns were still raised. Pointed straight at me. They shouted instructions for me to stand slowly and drop any weapons I had. I leaned in and kissed Greta as I was yanked from the bed. Smiling at her, I promised her I would come back for her as soon as I could.

I eventually had the charges dropped. My story held up to the confession of her boyfriend. Greta pleaded with the police that I was innocent.

I took Greta home with me. At first, we had separate rooms. Building a relationship and friendship. The days of spending hours chatting online were over. Instead, we spent hours at the kitchen table, talking, sharing stories from our lives.

Over the time of a year, Greta and I grew closer. Our relationship flourished. We became lovers, and even got married. We attended therapy together to help with her anxiety. We even started a group for battered women to attend and share their survival stories.

We were called to a group members home one night. When we arrived, there was a note on the door. It said,

Sleeping.

Living room.

Recliner.

Let yourself in.

At my mom's.

The last thing the woman's husband saw was Greta holding him down and my gleeful smile as my hunting knife cut smoothly across his throat.

The End.

#fiction #story #thriller #revenge #lgbtq

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bisexualsforprompto · 4 years

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Worth Chapter 3

(*DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER USES VULGAR LANAGUE AS LILA IS A COMPLETE BITCH IN IT, I HATE HER AND SHE’S STUPID AND UGLY, WOW THIS DISCLAIMER TURNED INTO A RANT ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE LILA)

Also yay! We finally are given the baddie of the plot, though it’s up to you to figure out who it is. Since I don’t want you to know who it is I’ll be referring to he/she as “you” (that’s a little trick I learned from Jennifer Lynn Barnes, my favorite author).

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Dark hair, blue eyes, and French. That was your MO. The skin tone didn’t matter, which is what had the GCPD so mixed up and frazzled. You laughed to yourself as you poured a glass of Chardonnay. There’d been a lull in your girls, mostly the French part. Last time was so...unsatisfactory. She was only a quarter French and she didn’t scream like the others. You disposed of her quickly, and even though she wasn’t what you had hoped you still took a lock of her hair and added it to your collection. You were missing the adrenaline, but you told yourself to be patient, a French class was coming soon. There’d definitely be someone there, maybe even international news. The justice league would probably thank you personally when they found out who the person behind the mask was who rid the world of its scum. You smiled to yourself, ‘I’d be famous worldwide and another French bitch would be out of the world for good.’

Kay wasn’t an early riser, neither was Marinette. That could only end disastrously, luckily, a certain Wayne family decided to call their friend’s daughter for a wake up call. Purely so she wouldn’t be late to their tour, although they did enjoy talking to her. Steph and Kay were very close friends, the closest out of the rest of the family, though Dick did enjoy Kay’s positive personality. Steph was extremely aggravated when she learned Kay was coming to Gotham because she was with Barbara and Cass for a girl’s week. Kay promised to make it up to her though.

So when Kay’s phone went off blasting “Candy Store” she immediately knew that the Wayne family was calling to wake her up. She smiled to herself as she turned off the alarm, it was nice to have people care.

“Oof what time is it?” Kay asked. “We woke you about an hour before you have to leave for the tour.” Said Dick. “Dope, thanks Dick! See ya soon!”

To be honest, Kay was afraid that she would sleep and nobody would wake her up, causing her and Marinette to miss the tour. She dug in her suitcase until she found her favorite shirt, it was the same color as her aqua blue eyes and it read, “Theatre is my sport” (side note I also own this shirt). She laughed at her friend who was still fast asleep, “Mari.” She said walking over to her friend and poking her.

Nothing.

“Mariiiii.” Kay said louder. “Marinette, Marinette, Marinette, MARINETTE!!!”

Still nothing.

“God I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this especially so early in the morning…” Kay cleared her throat and leaned down to Marinette’s ear, channeling her inner Christine Daaé she sang the highest note she could hit.

Marinette shot up, rubbing her pounding head. “The hell? Why do I have a ringing in my ears?” Kay shuffled away with a guilty smile, “I mean- somebody may have sang an E6 in your ear, but in all fairness you weren’t waking up!” Marinette groaned and shook her head. “Thanks for waking me up, even though the means weren’t…what I was expecting. I thought I was going to miss the Wayne Enterprises tour for sure.” Kay giggled, “Honestly me too. Sounds like some shit Lila would try to pull. I wouldn’t worry too much though, Dick would never let us miss the tour.” Kay winked as she walked into the hotel room’s bathroom.

“Dick? Wait isn’t that the American word for-“

“Yeah but it’s also a name. Short for Richard. Bruce Wayne, the Wayne Enterprises guy is his father. Well Bruce adopted him technically. The Waynes are the family my mom and I know from Gotham, Damian, the guy I’m totally setting you up with, is the youngest family member.” Kay exclaimed, the bathroom walls were thin but it was still slightly muffled. “Right that random guy you were shipping me with.” Marinette laughed. “You got it!

“I’m excited for you to meet them, I bet you’ll love the whole family and vice versa. Damian should be coming with Dick on the tour, Tim, one of the other brothers, is working there, so we probably won’t see him. The girls are away and Jason is probably- well Jason’s probably still sleeping.” Kay laughed as she walked out of the bathroom in her favorite shirt, baggy jeans, and dark brown hair in long curls.

“What about Bruce Wayne? Oh my god is he coming?! If he is I have to choose a whole new outfit! AHHH NOTHING I HAVE WOULD WORK!!” Marinette panicked as she tossed her clothes across the floor. “Relax Mari! Bruce won’t care if you’re dressed up or anything. We might not even see him!” Marinette slumped, “I still need to dress up a little though.” Kay giggled, “Ok sure. Whatever you say.”

Marinette ended up going with a red sundress and she wore Kaaliki’s glasses she was given from Master Fu, in case Ladybug needed to be in Paris. They transformed into black plastic glasses with a thin rim.

“Cool shades Mari, since when do you wear glasses though?” Asked Kay popping a piece of waffle into her mouth. “Oh these just accent the piece.” Kay laughed, “You’re such a fashion geek.” Marinette threw one of her blouses on the floor at her, “You’re such a theatre geek.” Kay fell onto the floor in dramatic agony, “You’ve wounded me to my very core, how will I ever survive? Unless they get the fright of their lives.” Marinette rolled her eyes as Kay got lost in her own world singing songs from Beetlejuice and eating her waffle. “Come on nerd, we don’t want to be late.” Marinette said as she extended an arm, Kay promptly took it and stood up once more. “I mean, if we’re late that’s one less minute we have to spend with Liar Rossi…”

“Just come on!” Marinette laughed. The girls walked down the hallway until they arrived to the main lobby where the French class was chatting. Alya walked over to them leaving Lila who was fuming that Alya would leave her for Marinette. “Hey girl, can’t believe you woke up early for once. Hey Kay.”

‘No way in Hell is Alya choosing the weird new girl over me!’ Lila screamed internally

Marinette chuckled, “Yep. Without Kay I definitely wouldn’t have though.”

Lila huffed.

“Thanks for keeping my girl straight Kay!” Alya said giving Kay a playful nudge on the shoulder.

‘Oh that is it!!!’ Lila watzled over to the trio of girls. “Hi girls! Oh Kay! Almost didn’t see you! I forgot to mention earlier, people in Gotham don’t really appreciate fags, so maybe turn down your, you know, lesbian urges and stuff.”

Shock. Was all Marinette felt, then she saw red. She vaguely comprehended Kay holding her back, “Oh yeah Lila? I forgot to mention earlier that people in Gotham don’t really appreciate lying bitches, so maybe tone down your psychopathic tendencies.”

“Kay totally uncalled for!” Alya barked. “Are you kidding Alya?! Didn’t you hear what Lila said?!” Marinette screamed. Lila started to blubber, “I’m- so- s-sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your f-feelings!” She wailed overtop the commotion, adding to the cacophony and causing all eyes to be on them, ‘perfect’. “See, you made her cry! Girl, I can’t believe you’d do this! I always gave you the benefit of the doubt but Lila was right, you are a bully!” Marinette huffed and Kay suppressed screams while still fuming. Alya stormed off, and Lila swooped into the conversation once more. “Kay, do you have a crush on me, or something? Is that why you’re acting this way?!” Kay scoffed, “Please, I have standards. You were right about one thing though, I am gay, but being gay isn’t an insult so I’d take your bullshit elsewhere, because the only insult you doled out throughout this conversation was that I could ever have a crush on someone like you!” Kay pointed at Lila to emphasize her point and before the class could turn on her she took Marinette’s hand and they walked out the double doors of the hotel and waited outside for the bus to arrive.

“Are you okay?” Asked Marinette, placing a hand on Kay’s shoulder. “Yeah fine, I just wish people were more tolerant, and you know that wasn’t exactly my ideal way of coming out to you or the class, but sometimes my mouth just starts moving and I can’t get it to stop.” Kay sniffed, “What’s wrong with me Marinette?” Marinette pulled in her closest, now one of her only friends, in for a hug, “Nothing Kay. Lila is the problem, remember one time when you said she was a- oh what was it? Magic? No, mythic?”

“Mythic bitch. Though honestly Heather Chandler is a step up from that-that” and it all came flooding out. Kay started to cry, something she hadn’t let herself do in a long time. Marinette knew full well why too, any Parisian had to hide their feelings. “I hate her so much Marinette and him too.” Marinette knew which him she was referring to, the one who made them slaves to their own emotions, Hawkmoth. “I know Kay. I do too. Maybe Ladybug will get it right one day.” Marinette felt a drop in her stomach. ‘If I can’t protect the ones I love from Lila how can I defeat Hawkmoth? Maybe...maybe Chat was right.’ Kay looked up, tears still welling in her eyes she wiped them away, Ladybug gave her hope. She was able to muster strength and a smile, Ladybug gave Paris hope, “Come on Marinette, she’s doing the best she can. Ladybug has saved Paris more times than I can count, she’s an amazing hero. One day Hawkmoth will be out of our lives for good, and it’ll be her doing.” Marinette sighed and felt warmth from her friend’s words, at least someone believed in her.

“Miss Kay,” said a proper voice startling the two girls out of their shared moment. “Alfred!!!” Kay grinned, “How are you! It’s been so long! What are you doing here?!” The man, Alfred let out a chuckle, “You’re rambling again Miss Kay, but to answer your questions: I am doing well, and while it has been long Master Bruce has sent me here to pick you and any of your friends up to take you to the tour.”

Kay’s eyes brightened, “Dope!!! This is Marinette,” she said motioning towards the bluenette who smiled and waved kindly. “I think we’re ready to go.” Alfred cocked his head a little, “There is no one else you wish to wait for?” Marinette and Kay shuffled their feet awkwardly, ‘don’t you have any other friends?’ Is what he meant. “Nah, it’s all good Alfred.”

Alfred gave a smirk, although he felt disappointed that Kay only had one friend, she was so sweet, he expected her to be the life of the party. “Oh- by the way,” Alfred started as Kay reached for the limo door handle, “We picked up a guest on the way. I think you’ll be happy to see her.” Kay have an awkward smile and a confused look to Alfred, she opened the door only to see her girlfriend.

“CHLOÉ!!!!!” Squealed Kay, throwing her into a tight embrace. “Yes, yes I missed you too Lené.” She returned the hug pecking her girlfriend on the cheek and seeing somebody she didn’t think she’d ever see again. “Dupain-Cheng!”

“Queenie?!” Marinette asked with a look of recognition, she almost didn’t recognize her friend, after all it had been a year and in that amount of time Chloé put her hair in two braids and had dyed them brown.

“You two know each other?” Asked a confused Kay, as she released her girlfriend to look at Marinette. “Yep. Dupain-Cheng was the only tolerable one in my old class.” Chloé gave her girlfriend a soft smile. Kay thrust Marinette into a hug, “You were the Girl Who Didn’t Believe Lila’s Bullshit! I should’ve known! Thank you for being there for my girlfriend!” Marinette blushed, “It’s not a problem. Chloé was there for me more times than I can count.”

Chloé rolled her eyes while giving a gentle smile, “That class is utterly ridiculous, you weren’t. Of course I was going to be there for you.” Kay wrapped both of them in a tight hug, Chloé still in her seatbelt, “Ahhh my two favorite girls in one place!” Chloé let out a chuckle and gave her girlfriend a pat on the shoulder. “Mmk Lené.”

“Wait Chlo, why are you calling her Lené?” Marinette asked. Kay reddened before burying her hands in her face. “Don’t you dare tell her!” Alfred let out a chuckle before driving off to Wayne Enterprises. “Miss Kay’s real name is Kaylené Khan. She’s embarrassed of it for some reason, a fact that Miss Chloé likes to tease her about.” Kay facepalmed, “Alfred!!!”

“You shouldn’t hide your name Lené. It’s beautiful.” Chloé said twisting her girlfriend’s dark brown hair. “I agree, though Kay is a pretty nickname.” Marinette said giving her friend a playful shove. “Yeah whatever. Let’s go meet your new boyfriend Damian!” Kay teased, “He’s going to be at Wayne Enterprises, isn’t he Alfred?” Alfred kept his eyes on the road while he responded, “Yes Miss Kay, but I have to say I don’t know what you’re talking about in regards to Miss Marinette and Master Damian.”

“Yeah Lené what am I missing?” Chloé demanded before looking out the side window of the limo.

“I’ve made the match of the century Chlo! Damian and Marientte would be the perfect couple!” Chloé scoffed, “No way you can get Ice Prince a girlfriend, though if it was anyone it would be Mari.” Kay smiled, feeling triumphant, “See Marinette it’s meant to be.” Marinette chuckled, “I haven’t even met the guy Kay!”

Kay started to swoon in her seat, “Oh my gosh, I’m going to witness love at first sight!”

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scottishhellhound · 5 years

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Okay so this was brought on by a conversation I had with @hyperactive-lectiophile about what might happen if Wally, being the genius chemist he is, the guy that recreated the exact conditions that gave Barry his abilities, decided to one day try and create something that would allow him to get drunk.

I'm not sure if this is what either of us originally had in mind, but this is how it went, Haha.

Pairing: Birdflash

Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Roy Harper.

Wordcount: 3100+ ( I really hope the read more tag works! I'm sorry if it doesn't 😭)

Green eyes danced with excitement as Wally nodded to himself, looking over his notes for the formula one more time. Making sure all his ingredients were there and the measurements were correct. He didn't want to risk messing this up. One, the result of slowing down his metabolism enough for his experiment to work could be....well bad would be putting it mildly. And two, he really didn't want to have to try and explain to his friends and family his reasoning for wanting to try this. He was in college, it was just part of the experience, so why not?

Formula and ingredients confirmed, he set his list aside and reaching up with the other hand lowered his goggles over his eyes, an excited grin rapidly spreading across his face.

"This is going to be awesome!"

Several hours later

Dick chuckled, from his position upside down on the sofa, as Roy 'boo'd' at the screen, throwing a handful of popcorn alongside Garfield and Victor. They'd made it a challenge to throw popcorn at the screen everytime the villain was referred to as a monster, once it was said more than 6 times in the first 10 minutes. They were on their third bowl of popcorn already, and they were only halfway through.

He started when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, and reached for it. "Hey guys, pause this for a sec, will ya. Incoming phone call."

He waited a moment while Gar scrambled for the remote, quietly laughing when he answered, "Hello?"

"Hi, I'm sorry to be calling so late, but, is this Dick Grayson?"

Dick's eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he used his free hand to balance his weight as he kicked his legs and up into a one handed stand, before dropping his legs back to the floor and standing. "Not a problem man, and yup, that's me. Can I ask how you got this number though? It's not exactly advertised."

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Victor already running a trace on the call.

"I have a rather drunk young man who dialed it for me, before he vanished back onto the dance floor."

Dick frowned. That didn't help.

"Drunk young man? Did they give you a name? What's he look like?"

If it wasn't for the fact that he was currently 4 months sober and sitting on the couch five feet from him, Dick would have immediately guessed Roy. But seeing his second best friend looking at him curiously from his cushion, that was ruled out.

His second thought was Jay. He knew his younger brother had a fake ID, a rebellious streak, and looked older than his 15 years. And thanks to a steady influx of good nutrition for 3 years, growth spurts and puberty had finally hit Jason. A fact that the second Robin was immensely pleased about.

Luckily Roy was on his same thought train and had his phone out, texting quickly, deft fingers flying over the screen.

"Not Jaybird. He's currently in Gotham chasing Penguin with DaddyBats."

Dick gave a silent thumbs up, mouthing back, 'Never call him that again,' and turned his attention back to the phone as the man on the other end started to speak. "No name, but he's tall, red hair, green eyes, and has more freckles than skin."

"That's Wal... wait, Wally's drunk!" Disbelief and fear sunk into the pit of everyone's stomachs at that exclamation.

"As a skunk." The bartender sighed over the line, frustration and empathy clear in his next words. "Look I don't care if you think I'm wrong, or pranking, or whatever, but you need to come collect your friend before I call the cops."

"Don't." Was Dick's panicked reply. He was already leaping over the back of the couch, Roy right behind him, as Garfield and Victor headed for the monitor room, to try and see if they could retrace their friends steps. See who had gotten to him. "I'm on my way. Where's your bar located?"

[[MORE]]

Dick and Roy pull up outside a small bar in New Yorks west end about 30 minutes later. Both jumped out of the car hurrying towards the entrance, hoping their friend was still contained within. They did not want to figure out the logistics behind how they were going to catch and then contain a drunk speedster if he'd managed to escape.

A bouncer met them at the door, holding a hand up to halt the line that was waiting, and waved the pair through.

"They gots him holed up in one of the back rooms. I'll show ya where."

"Thank you!" Dick didn't bother to hide how relieved he was over that, as he and Roy ducked under the burly man's arm and into the bar.

"He hasn't caused any trouble has he?" Roy asked, raising his voice to be heard over the heavy bass and loud chatter that always seemed to fill up places like this. He kept his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, left hand spinning and twirling the sobriety chip he kept there.

"Nah, a little handsy, but more...friendly than trying for somethin' if you get my meanin'."

Dick nodded, a fond smile wiping away his worry for a moment. "Yeah, Walls always been a bit clingy."

As they followed the doorman through the bar, Dick nudged Roy's shoulder, raising a dark brow in a silent question.

Roy grinned back, giving a thumbs up, and pulling his chip out of his pocket briefly before replacing it.

Dick smiled back and threw an arm around his friends shoulder, giving him a quick, but heartfelt hug, before dropping his arm back to his side.

He appreciated Roy coming with him, knowing how hard this had to be for him. Especially after everything he'd been through to get to where he was now.

Roy nodded before tapping the shoulder of the bouncer gaining his attention. "So did anyone see anybody slip him something? Was he talkin' to anyone? Get in any fights?"

The man shook his head as he led then through a side door, opening into a well lit, empty hallway. "Not that anyone seen or mentioned. Boss asked around, just in case, ya know? Guy just came in, alone, sat his skinny ass at the bar, and started drinkin'." He let the door fall shut behind them, and the cacophony from the bar floor was cut in half, allowing them to speak without yelling. "Checked his tab, guys had 4 beer and about 5 shots of whiskey. I'm surprised he ain't passed out yet."

"Wally's always been a bit of a heavyweight when it comes to drinking." Dick lied easily as his mind tried to make sense of everything.

Wally's metabolism didn't allow for him to get drunk.

They tried one night after a bad mission.

Dick had had the worst hangover in his life to that point, Roy hadn't woken up until the following evening, and Wally acted as if he hadn't polished off a bottle of vodka on his own.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands in frustration. He'd just have to ask Wally what'd happened. Once they got him somewhere safe to sober up.

"I'll say. Haven't seen anyone put the drink away like that in a long time. Anyway second door on the left." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating which door to go through. "We left one of our girls in there with him, make sure he stayed put. Send her back out will you"

"Will do."

"Good. You can take him out the back door there. The boss said you squared up with him already."

"Yeah, sent him cash on the drive over. Thanks again for not calling the cops."

"Guy was harmless enough. If alla our drunks were like him, they wouldn't need us, so we don't mind bein' nice nows and again. "

He waved as he walked back out into the bar, the sound echoing down the empty hall before cutting off again once the door closed.

Roy clapped him on the shoulder once before making his way towards the aforementioned door. "Well let's go get your speedster and get the hell outta here."

"Right."

The sight that greeted Dick and Roy had the red head chuckling, hiding a laugh behind his hand. The poor waitress looked bored out of her mind, as Wally waxed poetic about something, hand motions and open expressions being thrown everywhere.

The waitress looked up as they entered, eyes zeroing in on Dick as he stepped in behind Roy.

"Well hey there, sugar," she turned back to Wally tapping his knee and pointing over his shoulder. "Here's your big chance. Nothing like some liquid courage to help love along right?"

Both men gave her a confused look, but didn't get a chance to question her, because at that exact moment, Wally looked over his shoulder and spotted them.

"Roy! Dickie!"

"Hey there Wall-oof!" Dick grunted as he suddenly had an armful of a very happily drunk redhead, face buried into his neck, giggles being muffled into his shoulder. He looked over at Roy, only to scowl when he found the other man with his phone out, recording everything.

"Thanks Harper, super helpful." He pat's Wally's head, sighing as the man continues to giggle into his neck.

"Anytime Dickie, happy to help."

The scraping of chair legs across cement brings their attention back to the waitress as she stands, smoothing her skirt down her legs. "Well you boys seem to have him well in hand." She walked over to where the three stood in the door way, hips swaying gently as she approached the door. She twisted between them and as she passed gave Dick a small smile and a giggled, "Good luck," before slipping out the door.

"What was that about?"

Roy shrugged, turning his phone back to Dick, grinning as the younger man scowled at him. "Who knows. Come on wonder-boy, let's get him outta here."

"Fine." Dick sighed before he poked Wally's forehead, trying to get the taller man to raise his head. "Hey Walls, come on man. Let's get you home okay. "

He felt Wally nod agaisnt his shoulder before he stiffened and stood straight, looking down at Dick like he just remembered he was there.

"Dick?"

"Yeah...Wally you okay, man?"

The taller man nodded, head bobbing wildly, like a bobble head in the middle of a high speed chase.

"Uh-huh, but...Dick, Dickie, I gotta tell you something real quick!"

"Okay, but can it wait until we get you outside? You're drunk and that shouldn't be possible."

He ignored Roy's snickering next to him as Wally seemed to become even more nervous and agitated. "Nope, it's important!"

"Okay, okay Wally. What is it?"

Wally took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut, as if waiting for a punch to the face. "I...I have a really big crush on you!"

Roy slapped a hand over his mouth, shoulders twitching and the hand holding his phone shaking, as he tried to contain his laughter.

Dick could feel his own lips start to twitch as he stared at Wally. He gripped the red heads shoulder, shaking him lightly. He waited until Wally cracked one eye open to look at him before saying, "Walls, we're dating."

"We are!!?!"

"Yes, we have been for the last two years."

"Oh... that's good then."

Wally seemed a little lost after that, unsure of what to do or say, now that his proclamation wasn't as climactic as he'd apparently been hoping for.

Dick reached up and ran a hand through Wally's hair, getting his attention. "Wally. Do you remember how you got here?"

Wally tilted his head, partially because he seemed confused, but he was also chasing the feeling of Dick's fingers in his hair. "Mmm, walked."

Dick smiled at the slightly dopey look on his face. "That's good, do you remember if anyone gave you anything on the way here, or before?"

"No one gave m'anythin'. Oh well the guy at the bar gave me my drinks...is that what you meant?"

"No, baby, you're drunk." Dick smiled a bit through his worry at the way Wally's face was crinkled up in thought. Trying to put his usually sharp mind into some kind of order. "You can't get drunk, remember, so we're trying to see if someone-"

"I can get drunk! Or I can now."

"What?" His question was echoed by Roy, who was for some reason still recording this who debacle.

And Wally grinned, clearly proud of himself. " I made a form...formu... I made something to help me get drunk!"

Roy was back to laughing and Dick could feel a tightness forming between his eyes.

"That's, that's great, Wally. Why don't you tell us all about it in the car on the way home, okay?"

"Okay!"

Roy held the door open as Dick, with a hand at the small of Wally's back guided him through it, keeping a hand raised ready to catch him if he tripped.

Which he did.

Several times as the alcohol was finally making itself fully known, affecting the speedsters ability to walk upright.

Dick sighed as he caught Wally's arm, keeping him from tripping into the alley wall as the exited outv the back of the bar.

He tossed an annoyed look at Roy, as he pulled Wally's arm over his shoulder, sinking a bit as Wally rested most of his weight on him. "You gonna help, Harper? Or just play Scorsese for the rest of the night?"

Roy just grinned as he zoomed in on the cross look on his friend's face, ignoring the excellent impression of bat glare he was recieving. It's affect lessened by the fact that Wally was now poking at Dick's cheek, giggling softly to himself.

"You seem to have everything under control. Besides," he turned his phone to focus on Wally now, taking in the flush on his cheeks and the haze in normally bright green eyes. "You know he'd be upset if this wasn't recorded so he could study it later."

Dick was silent as he finally got both of Wally's feet moving in the same direction, and led him towards the car. He groaned and let his head drop. "Dammit, you're right."

"I'm always right, Grayson. When are you just gonna give in and accept it?"

"When pigs fly...or if Raven ever says yes to go on a date with Garfield."

"Ouch. Words hurt, ya know." But Roy's smiling when he finally turns off the phone and steps up to Wally's free side taking his other arm.

Dick laughs and tugs Wally's arm further over his shoulder, sighing a bit as Roy takes some of his taller boyfriends weight. "Zip it and help me get him in the car."

Roy laughed at the scene playing out in the back seat, from his position behind the wheel. His phone propped up on the dash, recording once again. It was partially because he knew Wally would want the data, but also in part because he knew they'd never get to see Wally like this again, and it was adorable. He wished he'd been recording when they'd reached the car. It had taken Dick crawling in first and dragging the drunk redhead in after him, but they had finally gotten him into the vehicle

Once in the car, face tucked back into Dick's shoulder, Wally had seemed to slip into a semi-conscious state and alternated between nodding off and talking their ears off about formulas, melted beakers, and burnt tables.

"Although, that was technically because of a leaking hose, and not because I'd miscalculated."

"That's good, sweetheart." Dick just nodded along as Wally muttered into his shirt, fingers still carding through red hair as he listened.

Wally had just taken a breath to start in on something else when he went absolutely still.

"Wally what's wrong?"

"Oh God..."

"Wal? You gonna be sick?"

"We're dating?"

Roy watched the look of confused hurt flash across Dick's face in the rearview mirror, and started reaching for the phone.

"Yes? Wally, what-"

"I'm dating Batman's kid!" Wally's voice went up several octaves. "Batman is gonna kill me!"

Roy had to pull over he was laughing so hard, and he could hear Dick groaning a laugh as Wally continued to panic.

"Wally, babe, B isn't going to kill you."

"You don't know that!" He was sitting up, straddling Dick's waist, staring down at him in horror.

"Two years, Wally." Dick sat up and cradled Wally's face in his hands, kissing his forehead. "Don't you think, if he was going to kill you, he'd of done it by now?"

"That's just what he wants you to think! He's...he's a master of disintegration!"

Dick blinked up at him in confusion for a moment, "You mean deception?"

Wally nodded, "Yes, that! He's lulling me into a false sense of security!"

Roy managed to get his laughter under control enough to gasp out. "Bats don't kill."

Instead of easing Wally's fears that seemed to make it worse.

"You're right... he'll do something worse!"

Roy couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard, and he could hear Dick echoing him in the back seat, their combined laughter not quite drowning out Wally's ramblings as he came up with wilder and wilder things that Batman was going to do to him for dating his son.

Dick's laughter slowly faded as he saw how worked up and upset Wally was becoming. So he sat up fully and grabbed the back of his panicking boyfriend's neck, and pulled him into a brief kiss.

It worked and Wally's ramblings faded off.

"Dick?" Wally rested his forehead against Dick's when they finally pulled apart.

"Wally West, I love you with every fiber of my soul and I can promise you two things. "

Wally stared at him in awe, nodding his head.

"One, Bruce is not going to kill you, break your legs, sell you to Luthor for experimentation, or anything else. And two," he paused here for a moment, shifting his hand from his neck, to the side of his face, making sure Wally was looking right at him. "You are never, ever, ever drinking again. Got it?"

Wally nodded enthusiastically, head bobbing. "Got it!"

#birdflash #dick grayson #wally west #dick/wally #roy harper #batman #batman fanfic #nightwing #flash2 #red arrow #arsenal #drunk wally #he's so confused #but he's a cute drunk #roy is the best friend ever #he's gonna show this video at the wedding

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namjoonchronicles · 5 years

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genius lab | yg

↳ pairing yoongi x you

↳ words 4k

↳ author’s note happy birthday to my fellow 93 liner, Yoongi. May we find a clue on what we’re doing in life. But hey, at least your life is better than mine, right? --i personally think that yoongi is very talkative to people he is most comfortable with. so that’s how i depicted him. i’m sick of people saying he’s cold and unaffectionate, it really is all or nothing for yoongi ok.

↳ 3/3 ‘take your wife to work’ fic

↳ genre husband!yoongi, domestic au, fluff

↳ song sleeping at last ‘two’

“Babe, so skydiving right...?” “Yup.” “Which one thrills you most: the fall or the fact that you’re in the sky?”

Yoongi walks around, fastening the cufflinks of his dress shirt while you were tiptoeing against the bathroom sink, your bottom bouncing as you try to get a better look in the mirror.

“I don’t know how I’m going to get there on time, so the initial plan is I fetch you from the mall and then we go straight to wedding hall right?” Yoongi is now switching on the left side of his cuff which he had no trouble fastening. Now he is pacing to the far right of the bedroom, next to the unmade bed to fetch his Gold Rolex.

“That’s the plan…” you swing your head back so your chin could be closer to the mirror when you can see. Unamused with the lack of response thereof, Yoongi marches to the opened bathroom door to see you are now sitting on the bathroom counter, trying to pinch something on your chin.

“What on earth are you doing?” he leans on the door frame. You dangle your head to the side where he is, mulling, “What people with pimples do in the morning, because not everyone is blessed with clear skin…”

For emphasis, you eyed him up and down before resuming your task. Yoongi was about to leave you alone if your answers weren’t that annoying, but it was, so he grabbed you by the chin, making you lean your head on his chest while you struggle to break free of his head lock.

“You will not touch that pimple,” Yoongi hissed while trying to put an anti-bacterial lotion on the said boil. “I want to,” you spat back.

Yoongi lets you go and helped you down from the counter.

“It hurts…” you mewled. “Yeah, it wouldn’t if you didn’t poke it,” Yoongi passed, putting the ointment back.

His black slacks are hugging his bums quite attractively now that you have the time to pay attention to it. He was checking his phone, with one hand on his hip while you put on your black bra and undies before strolling across the room like nothing is wrong.

“I got an update from the event chatroom,” Yoongi pauses and reads the text out loud so you could hear them, he follows you closely outside where the living room was, “Please refrain from bringing outside food as we have food prepared for the performers and early guests in the cafeteria right below the hall. Remember to bring your tags for identification.”

Next, the kitchen. You pour yourself a drink nodding mindlessly, still wearing just bra and undies, “No take out then, shame… I was really craving for some spicy braised chicken,” you swirled the coffee mug around and took a sip, “Maybe we could, a few hours before we leave.”

“No, no, we won’t make it on time if we did,” Yoongi shook his head, eyes glued to his phone. “We won’t, but I will. Me, alone,” you corrected him, leaning against the kitchen counter, gazing lovingly into your mug of black coffee, your go-to morning breakfast. Staggered by your response to have good food without him, he peeled his eyes from his phone almost immediately. “I will not allow such a thing!” he thundered, before his eyes falls to the valleys of your breast, thighs and bare torso, “Where are your clothes?!”

“Took you long enough,” you arched an eyebrow before passing him the very mug you were drinking from. There’s still some liquid in them and Yoongi downed them at once. His eyes follows you down to the living room where the couch was. “I figured that if I’m not going to see my husband all May and the beginning of June, I might as well leave him with some…” you smacked your lips together, resuming, “penetrative memory, so to speak,” you pointed the remote to the television and it played the playlist.

Yoongi froze. He is also blinking rapidly, stammering, “p-p-pene-penetrative memory?” You moved passed his shoulder and glided your hand down the length of his forearm, executing as little pressure as you can so he could barely feel you there, “of what he is missing when he is away…”

He could hear you smile and with a loud smack on his butt coming from your palm, he knows today is going to be slightly difficult to go through and by difficult, he meant hard. And he also knows that you probably had stood there watching it jiggle, because you’re a demon he had gotten married to.

“I was kidding,” you hummed, throwing your head back while getting dressed in an emerald green knee length dress, after you saw blood draining down his face and possibly pooling somewhere else that might delay today’s plan, “You look like you’re about to faint… I’m not going to do that, especially having to go to your studio first, before the mall and then, attending the wedding.”

Bittersweet. He would like the tease, to be honest. And what do you mean by going to his studio first? “You honestly think you can go AWOL without your office calling you to be in your studio at least once, today? They’re calling you right now,” you tipped your eyes to his phone and it vibrated.

Yoongi clenched his eyes shut but after he threw an acid glance at your smiling face.

He threw a throw pillow at you and left the room to be in his home studio. You weren’t very much interested into having musical discussion today, but if Yoongi needs to go then you’ll understand. You’ve had musical discussions all night. To pry a dedicated man is a difficult task, so you have a reminder set on his phone, as: love wifey time. Which go off at least five times a day; a number you both had agreed on, prior to the initiation.

Yoongi left the door gaping open, which led you to sit on the chair he has inside and begin reading a magazine he was featured in. One particular paragraph in that article reads,

How do you balance private life from your professional one?

Yoongi’s responds were, alas, extremely straightforward, no sugar coating whatsoever.

“Very badly. I define private life as home, wife, family, Holly, etc. And I feel like a married life is so much different from how I was still single. I have more commitments now, more people I need to take care of. I still feel like I’m in that transition? I know my wife had been secluding herself in terms of making more space for my work and she sacrifices a lot in order for me to continue doing this (music). If you think that I’m balancing the two flips of my life good, I have to thank my wife for that, truly. She’s my anchor, my rope, my stone.”

He is quite a talker. He is sitting in his chair, swiveling around with the phone on his ear, his veiny hand scratching the back of his neck--the conversation too complex for you to make sense of. His head is bobbing in agreement to what the caller had to say. It must have been one of those expenses thing again. Yoongi is in charge of making decisions to how a track should be and even if he takes literally 5 seconds to decide those; he takes an eternity to decide if you look good in a dress or a blouse. Music is all he is good at. It’s both a curse and a blessing.

“Listen, Jungkook,” he begins, spinning around in his chair so he faces you, “I don’t think we can do this through the phone. I have a packed day today, but I can squeeze some time somewhere before noon, what do you say babe?” Yoongi asked, with a slight drawl.

“Sure,” you shrugged and gave him a lopsided smile. “I’ll see you before noon, Jungkook…” Yoongi ended the call.

You stood up to reveal that your dress weren’t zipped all the way yet. Gathering all your hair to one side, you gave Yoongi your backside and he proceeds to trail kisses up your spine as he zips them up.

“With one look on that dress, I could tell we won’t be at that wedding for long,” he whispers hotly against the shell of your ear. You faced him with a cunning smile, and batted your eyelash at your handsome husband, circling your arm around his neck. “Oh really, says who?” you arched one eyebrow at him, just to tease him further. “Mr. Min Yoongi, Grammy winner,” he clicked his tongue.

The day is sunny, there were not much vehicles around. A very slow Saturday for everyone. Yoongi is driving and you’re on the phone with the bride who is currently panicking.

“Look, when I got married to Yoongi, I, too, wasn’t sure that I was marrying the right guy. He is never home, he is heavily invested on musical equipments instead of home appliances, and he hogs the blanket. And then I got married to him, and he still is never home, buys 25 pianos and hogs the blanket. Truth is darling, marriage aren’t going to change nobody, change is going to happen when the individual allows it…”

Yoongi frowned at the view ahead but 100% listening to everything you said. Which 75% lies and chances are, the bride knows that. You go to great lengths to make people smile, even if it means grilling lies about your husband. They know how responsible he is, that itself didn’t need exhibition although you’re pretty much an exhibitionist yourself.

“Don’t worry, Yoongi is going to be there as your pianist, he pinky promised me. So he is coming. He was reading the event chatroom before he leaves and I honestly want to tell you, hun, everything is fine. All you need to do is breathe, look pretty and put trust in your future hubby. You’ve gone through so much for this to happen, you’re halfway there already…okay? Okay, I’m going to see you in a few more hours, and I don’t want these conversations of thinking you’re not good enough, because that is bullshit. You’re a great wife, I almost married you, if Yoongi didn’t snatch me first,” Yoongi poke your sides and you jolted but still maintaining the smile on your face as you bid farewell on the phone with your friend.

“She is low on sugar and everything is pissing her off,” you exhaled through your nose and Yoongi rubbed your knees with his right palm. You fetched that very hand and entwined your fingers with his. You switched your attention out the car window to see several motorcyclists passing through. “Isn’t it too late to be having wedding jitters?” Yoongi glanced at you once in a while, cruising comfortably through the city with few traffics.

“It is never too late to have wedding jitters… I know where she’s coming from and I’ve been there,” you raised both brows and added a little squeeze on his hand.

“I know weddings are scary… it’s huge, it carries so much weight and responsibilities. It’s two families merging into one, with a lot of expectations and goals to achieve…” Yoongi rambles.

“It’s to trust someone with your whole life, and to devote yourself into a household name, and you fear that you hadn’t been seeing the full layers of your lover, frightened that he might leave one, unrevealed. Marriage is like.. Like skydiving...without parachutes. You leap out of the ass of a moving plane, unsure if you’re going to land safely or not, but you just do it. It’s scary, at least to me, to her… we’re women, we have so many to live up for. And it sucks. That’s where the fear comes.”

You casted your eyes down to your lap, where his hand rested, you begin fiddling on his empty ring finger, playing with it, until he regains dominance over you and clasped them tight under his grasp.

“Some of us turn out lucky. Some, don’t,” you whispered. And he could feel that you were brought down to memory lane of your own unhappy home; the home you were raised in. There’s nothing else he could offer but an affirmation in his full presence. Even if it means, a small kiss on your knuckle.

♪...Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss…♪

Jungkook’s studio has been raided with bags of food. A shrill call of his name pried him away from his computer. You walked in with a huge grin and Jungkook’s eyes turns into crescents.

“Hello you!” you cooed at the bunny as you set the food on his coffee table. Yoongi is following close by, carrying his own fairshare of bags. “I’m going to be right back after I send this off to the staffs,” Yoongi said but you rushed to his side, cutting your conversation with Jungkook short.

“I’ll do that, you help Jungkook,” you gather all the things from him and he held the door open for you. He watches you go down the hall and he reminded, “It’s the hall on the far left, next to the water dispenser…”

You made your way there easily. Most of them are gathering for burgers and you greeted everyone with a big smile.

“Only burgers?” you chimed and they started laughing and exclaiming once they saw what you brought them, “Yoongi wanted to get you food and I’m here to do the delivering… you look so thin since the last time I saw you, what happen, and what did I tell you about skipping meals!” You playfully scolded them. They’re all very young and they dedicate themselves into serving Yoongi and the rest of the producers. They are basically the machines in this company, and therefore, must be credited with their effort.

“Okay, you guys enjoy yourself… I’m going to go now, take care,” you patted one of the staffs shoulder, “Honestly, please...really take care of yourself, I’m worried.”

Using the passkey, you entered Yoongi’s studio with ease. He isn’t so big on cleaning up but hardly anything was out of place. The blankets for when he stays overnight are neatly folded, the bin is halfway filled, the humidifier is working, there’s some new additions in his studio family: new speakers, new keyboards, interesting.

The door beeps open to Yoongi walking in a slow stride.

“Why didn’t you turn the AC on?” he pointed the remote to the AC and took off his black blazer to sit on his chair. “Jungkook forgot that we were heading to a wedding so he asked me why I was dressed up, cheeky dude,” Yoongi commented, while leaning over the back of the PC to turn his PC on. “It wasn’t warm…” you shrugged and sat on his couch, taking off your heels and stretching your legs on his coffee table.

Yoongi promptly sit on the piano bench and uncovered the piano. Then suddenly, he begin dribbling a few note.

“You’re helping Jungkook compose?” you asked, resting your elbow on the arm rest, closer to where Yoongi was, placing your chin on the heel of your palm while you stare at him play. He has a beautiful side profile. It has always been his most charming point. The way his eyes falls to the keys, his cheeks full and round, his lashes make him look like a child. His veiny hands was a complete contrast of that baby face, and the melody he plays--as a veteran pianist; never fails to amaze you in ways you can never imagine.

“He couldn’t find the notes that would fit the beats…” he murmurs.

“So you’re memorising the beats that he made and playing a rhythm that would match, with a piano? By... heart?” you repeated. “Uhum,” he answered short, continue letting his fingers play an intricate piece. Something that sounded familiar from a long time ago, but you know for a fact that is nameless.

“You hadn’t done live composing in front of me since last year…” your tone falls soft and like a whisper. “I’m doing it right now, aren’t I?” Yoongi passed, “Listen, this to me, is your song.”

He started to play a short melody that reminds you of floating. A time passing, of sweet memories and the calming waters. And then he switches to a lower note and play something out of a horror movie, “This is when you’re angry…”

You giggled and shook your head, covering your eyes, “Glad to remind you of a haunted house…” “But mostly, you’re my…” Yoongi begins playing the ‘First Love’ notes of his older work. “I’m your living piano? Is that what I am?” you taunted him, moving from the chair to sit next to him on the bench, idling with a smile playing on your face. He avoided your eyes and smiled to himself and for that little moment, you knew what he meant.

That First Love was the embodiment of your beginning. There’s so many ups and downs before you both got to this point and at the end of the day, the feeling of belonging is beyond soothing. And in the chaotic life of Min Yoongi, lies a calming wave that was you. He was a wanderer in the forest of temptations and you were his salvation.

“I couldn’t possibly conclude how much you meant to me, but I like to think that this voyage that we are on, sails for as long as I live,” Yoongi hummed in thoughts. “I think we got it…” Yoongi shifted his gaze to the computer screen and emails them to Jungkook right away.

Yoongi moves and you stood up, before stumbling to your side. Then you heard a loud ripping sound. Both of you froze. Lowering your gaze to right thigh, you saw the threads come apart to reveal the strings of your black thong.

“Oh my…” Yoongi breathed. “Yoongi!” you screamed.

The deceptive cookie can with the picture of a smiling lady on them is mocking you. You’re laying on your stomach on Yoongi’s lap as he sew the threads back on. “I knew my sewing skills will be put to a good use one day. Never thought it would be today, of all days,” the thread was long enough for him to pull pass his shoulder, he pinched your butt when you wouldn’t stop wiggling. “Stop doing that…” “I can’t! My back hurts, and you’re taking too long… are you sewing or are you staring at my ass?” “How about both. What are you going to do about that?”

You pouted and cupped your chin, darting your attention to the smiling lady on the sewing container Yoongi had. You pinched your eyes at the view of it and let out an exhale.

“...I can’t even ask for the staff’s help even though they are far more experienced because somebody...won’t wear a normal panties…” his voice gradually grows louder. “I can march up to them despite your worries, Yoongi… and it’s a skin tight dress, I had to wear a thong or people will be taking notes on the shape of my butt,” you threw glances over your shoulder at your husband.

He is using his teeth to cut the extra thread unused, “Okay roll over, let me see how it looks.” You paused, and didn’t do what you were told. “What now?”

“You have a bulge…” you darted. “I know, so let me go to the bathroom and relief myself,” Yoongi sighed.

“You were sewing! What inappropriate thoughts were you having?!” you rolled over and he loosens his tie, angrily, “It was your ass wiggling in my face, and the conversations we had…”

You patted his clothed manhood and had him hissing out of frustrations; sexual and non-sexual. Walking backwards to see him, chanting, “dirty toilet, grimey walls and Valak from The Nun… dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun…”

Sexologists say that thinking of disgusting items, or locations helps tame the boners down. So far it has worked with Yoongi, but today, he was struggling a bit, that you had to be driving to the mall.

“It is going down yet?” you asked. “I’m trying…” he groans when you purposely drive over a road bum in full speed, “It’s hard with your perfume dancing around my nostril.” “Let’s try stressing you out…” you hummed, tapping your cheek with you index finger pulling into a stop by the mall parking entrance, “How many tracks are you supposed to produce this week?”

Yoongi was shifting in his seat, clenching his eyes shut, “...5.”

“How many did you have done?” “Two…”

Really? Really…?

“You got to do better Min Yoongi, you have bills to pay this month,” you drove inside the parking lot, looking for parking. “Stress is going to help my boner down?” Yoongi is talking is harsh rasps now. That’s probably unintended, but now it’s turning you on.

“Well, usually… when you aren’t around and I’m horny beyond explanation, I usually plunge into self-implied depression? And it usually helps. If that’s not readily available, I could throw myself in a workload that wasn’t even real but my girlfriend down there gets fooled so...if it works, it’s not dumb. Look, we can’t fuck right now, because I’m in a hurry to get the door gifts from the mall, and you have to play piano in two hours in front of many many people so I suggest you get it together or I’d have to suck you, and I have a very expensive lipstick on,” you found a parking spot and hurried to unfasten your belt.

You intended a chaste kiss on your husband’s sweaty lips but he was out of it. He keeps moaning against your lips and holding your face in place.

“Honestly Yoongi!” You pulled away and struggle to hook your finger around the car door. “Please hurry…” Yoongi bit his lower lip as you slam the car door shut and sped to the mall entrance from the basement. Yoongi chants, “dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun. Dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun. Dirty toilet, grimey walls, and Valak from The Nun...fuck. Even Valak looks hot right now.”

“Yes I came for Mr. and Mrs. Jung? I was told that the extra door gifts are ready?” You chirped and the manager revealed the bags that you need to carry.

“Oh, I can do that,” you hummed to the sight of it. Within minutes, you were heading back down to Yoongi on the phone with somebody, two bags of gifts in your hand. You yank the back door open and shove the two bags of gift in before slamming it shut, so hard, the car rattled.

“Can you drive?” You didn’t care that he was on the phone, he nodded and put on the earpiece so he could continue talking.

It was pretty much empty when you came, but the groom was a little anxious. The door gifts are arranged and you rushed to get Yoongi on the piano where he should be. “You have mini rehearsals…” you hissed, and drag him by the elbow. He didn’t complaint and was completely obedient.

Yoongi went overboard with the music sheet of a simple Wedding March to making a complete Sonata until the emcee told him off. You were holding the bouquet to a frantic bride as she sat on the toilet cover with a long look. Listing her future husband’s antics;

“He picks his nose when we eat…” she sniffed, “It’s absolutely disgusting. How am I going to live like that for the rest of my life…”

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, itching to get this wedding done and over with. Adulthood is difficult.

But as always, you’re expected to provide unpaid emotional support. Because, that’s what you’re good at. So good, that you considered charging everyone for it. Yoongi would purchase a lifetime subscription. That’s no question. And if he is listening to your thoughts right now, he’d probably want an added benefit as well. You’re good at telling people what they want to hear.

“All I hear is you are making up excuses to call off the wedding when you’ve dreamed of this to happen for so long… humans are not perfect and they come with flaws. And it’s up to you to make the flaws as beautiful as it can be, because as much as it is imperfect, it is yours. He is yours. Simply tell him to stop picking his nose if it bothers you so much, we’re past that zone in this relationship, now, aren’t we?”

Yoongi gradually feel the tension builds as the hall continues to fill up. Some recognise him as the Grammy award winning producer and some don’t. That’s no big deal. It wasn’t his day. It was theirs.

With a simple wave of your hand, Yoongi begins the Wedding March in a beautiful rendition he had composed himself less than hour ago. When you were younger, not yet married, you couldn’t understand why people would cry in weddings. Now that you’re older, and albeit, wiser, you understood how much weight was on the shoulders when such a union happens.

The bride looks stunning, with her hair up in a classic ballerina bun. Her veils giving the right amount of silhouette, just enough to make the invitees curious of how she looks if they hadn’t seen her in a while and holding the tails of her dress behind her, is you. Once she reached the altar, you joined Yoongi on the bench. Her husband took her hand in his, staring into her eyes, brimming with tears.

“We are gathered here today…”

It was a beautiful ceremony. Yoongi stood up before you again, and the event repeats itself; you stumble to the side to keep your stance and ripped your dress open. You clawed Yoongi’s arm with a horrified look, noticing that the people hadn’t fully leave the hall.

Yoongi took off his blazers and covered you from waist down. Both of you are scurrying to the car, the bride saw and although she was quite puzzled, she knew she’ll get an explanation from you later.

“I can’t wait to have that dress ripped off of you…” he grumbled and sped through traffic.

Once you get home, Yoongi tore off the entire dress in two forceful yanks, sending you yelping, face down on the bed.

“All May and beginning of June, you say?” Yoongi whispers hotly in your ear, nuzzling his face in your nape while he fumbles on the metal head of the belt he was wearing. “It’s the thong, isn’t it?” you rolled over to face him. You see his shy smile, and the way he was hiding his face by facing the side.

The post coital glow tonight was something else. You drew random shapes on Yoongi’s palm, talking in murmurs.

“Babe, so skydiving right...?” “Yup.” “Which one thrills you most: the fall or the fact that you’re in the sky?”

Yoongi hums. “The landing; knowing you would be there waiting for me.”

“You should be drinking more water…” he scolds, fiddling with his metal earrings as his jaws hung open to continue typing on the keyboard, fixing his lyrics.

“And give the bacteria an ideal environment to live in? I think not!” you retorted back at him. The response got him stop typing in the middle of a sentence.

The nonsense seep into his mind in an uninterrupted speed, which causes him to push his chair back so he could stand and turned the loudspeaker mode off. He pressed the phone to his ear and gnawed his lower lip as you rambled on how drinking water and eating food would increase nutrition intake in your body and allow the bacterial growth to flourish,

“–which would be the exact opposite of what you want me to do. Which is, getting well…”

Why did I marry her. Why the fuck did I marry her. Yoongi lets out a steady exhale to achieve peak nirvana–more like, attempted to. He grabbed his car key on the side stand and rushed out the door of his studio. “Now you listen to me…”

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not so typical love song - ch. 2/13

Chapter Title: Never Fall In Love

Words: 4,751

Art by @lizzybizzyo! <3

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Nico woke the next morning to his dog, Mrs. O’Leary, licking his face. (How she had gotten into his room, Nico didn’t know, but he blamed Hazel.) The Mastiff was nearly crushing him, being just about the same size as he was. He gave her a quick kiss and a pat on the head before pushing her off of him, rolling over with a groan. Curse the education system for making them get up at ungodly hours.

He heard a notification go off on his phone, and immediately the events of the previous night flooded back into his brain. Nico reached for his phone, hoping for a reply from Blue from the night before. Maybe if he was an early sleeper than he was an early riser. Unfortunately for him, there was no such luck. The notification was just a text from Piper reminding him to print his essay for English. The inbox for his email remained empty, besides the previous emails from the night before.

He clicked on one from Blue, rereading it. Then reading the following email from himself. Nico couldn’t help but smile; the excited tone was evident in his writing. Generally, he wasn’t the biggest fan of change, but this was one he could vouch for. These conversations were something he needed.

Now he was just hoping that Blue would respond again.

The pondering came to an end when Nico realized that if he didn’t start getting ready for school soon, he was going to be late. Quickly jumping out of bed, he threw on the first things he saw in his dresser (perks of an all black wardrobe), which turned out to be an old black and white checkered t-shirt along with black jeans and converse. He then shoved his laptop in his bag, grabbed his phone, and raced down the stairs.

“Nico, hey!” Hazel called from the kitchen. “I made pancakes!”

Hazel’s cooking was amazing, not that Nico would ever admit it. That wasn’t to say that nobody else could cook in their family. Nico’s father had some recipes that he kept from Maria, Nico’s mom, for authentic Italian food. He then passed those down to Nico whose skills were admittedly still limited, but he was improving. Persephone, Nico’s stepmother, was more of a baker.

But Hazel? She could do it all. She knew how to make the soul food her own mother used to cook before she died. Along with that, she was obsessed with Food Network and would try out cuisine from any culture. (She once made a lasagna better than Nico’s own family recipe. This opinion was never voiced out loud, but it was clear when everyone had thirds.)

Unfortunately, if Nico didn’t get in the car in the next two minutes, there was no way his routine would play out as usual.

He leaned over the counter, grabbing a forkful bigger than he probably could fit in his mouth. He shoved it in anyway, though, nodding at the taste and shooting Hazel a thumbs up. Since he couldn’t talk through this giant mouthful of pancake, he settled for miming a steering wheel with his hands and then pointing in the direction of the school as if to ask do you need a ride?

Luckily, Hazel got his little charade and shook her head no. “I’m getting a ride from Frank.”

Nico just raised an eyebrow at her. After a couple of swallows, he managed to say: “I better meet this Frank before you two get serious.”

“He’s in your grade, you probably already know him. Plus, we’ve talked, like, twice. We’re just friends.”

“For the time being,” Nico pointed out.

That earned him a rare eye roll from his sister. “I swear, the moment you mention a girl, you are never going to hear the end of it from me.”

He gave her a harmless glare, but inside, Nico could feel his stomach twist. Right. Almost forgot the entire world thought he was straight after spending the night talking (flirting?) to a random person about how gay he was.

He couldn’t waste anymore time worrying about that, though. Waving to Hazel and calling a goodbye to his dad and stepmom, Nico stepped outside and towards his car.

Before he could step inside it, something caught his eye. Or rather, someone.

Apparently his neighbors had called someone to come mow their lawn, and the guy who was blowing off all the grass onto the road was hot. He had light hair that was peeking out from under his hat, and dark eyes from was Nico could see. The best part, though, was this tight shorts this guy was wearing. He’s pretty sure he’s seen this guy working before, but maybe it was all the conversation last night that just put everything into a new light.

Nico fiddled with the keys in his hand. He was going to be late if he put this off any longer, but who knows? This could be the start of something.

“Hey!” he called out to him. Either the guy didn’t hear him or he just didn’t care, though, because he completely ignored Nico.

“Hey!” Nico tried again, and this time the guy turned around, a puzzled look already crossing his face.

Not knowing what to say next, Nico panicked. “I like your boots!”

The guy squinted in confusion, holding his hand up to his ear and turning off his leaf blower. It was clear he didn’t hear Nico.

“I said I- I like your boots!”

If he wasn’t confused before, the guy was definitely confused now. He just nodded before getting back to work,

Nico sighed, opening his door. What was he thinking anyway? He slumped into the seat, resting his head on the steering wheel, which accidentally caused the horn to beep, and him to jump. Great, now the guy must think he was honking at him.

Nico sighed again. It was going to be a very long day.

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Picking up his friends was a routine that was established the moment Nico got his license. He no doubt had the nicest car out of his friends and actually kept it clean. Plus, it was just easiest for them all.

Jason was first, followed by Reyna. They lived across the street from each other; they grew up together and had been friends all their lives. While they drove to their next stop (and Nico’s personal favorite), Jason would usually try to analyze his dream and how it was going to affect his day, usually losing both Reyna and Nico halfway through his retelling.

They then stopped for a morning coffee at their local coffee shop. Nico preferred his hot with a shit ton of sugar, Reyna liked tea, and both Jason and Piper preferred iced lattes.

“Oh, can you get Piper’s with almond milk?” Jason said, tapping Nico on the shoulder from his spot in the back seat.

“How do you know so much about Piper’s coffee order?”

“It’s not hard to remember that someone prefers almond milk to regular.”

Nico just rolled his eyes before adding Piper’s request. Jason’s crush on Piper was so obvious, but he still refused to act on it. Something about not knowing her for long enough, since she had only moved to their town that summer.

From there, they went to pick up Piper, who lived on the farther side of town, and then headed for school.

It was a miracle they were still on time considering Nico’s morning tangent. He was so distracted by trying to make the bell that he sort of forgot about Blue.

That was, until third period English when he went to search up a quick fact and noticed a new email notification. There was only one person who knew that email address.

He tried to ignore it, tried to pay attention to the lesson, but his phone felt like it was burning through his pants pocket.

Blue had responded again.

He quickly snapped back to reality and raised his hand.

“Nico?” the teacher asked, and he quickly realized that she had just asked a question judging by the other hands lowering. “What do you think?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

The teacher sighed, nodding her head in the direction of the door, and Nico rushed out. It felt like he was racing down the hall towards the bathroom, the weight of his phone still heavy in his pocket.

It felt like time was slowing down as he locked himself in the last stall of this thankfully-empty bathroom, staring at the loading screen of the app. Finally, the email popped up.

Nico took a deep breath and tapped it.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 3 at 10:20 AM

Subject: Re: Punchability

I’m so glad I qualify for an exception of punchability. But I’m confused, because I heard there was actually a second punctuality exception for cute guys who don’t know slang (I believe the phrase you are looking for is ‘catch these mittens’) and poor judgement. Re: Nutella, despite being warned.

And how did you know about my interpretive dance skills? Though I don’t really think of it as an extracurricular activity. It’s more of a calling.

I know exactly what you mean about it being easier to be open with someone who doesn’t know you. We exchanged, what? Like 5 emails? Already, you know things about me that I’ve never told anyone else. I guess it makes you think about what it really means to know someone

I’m okay with being each other’s Ultimate Therapists, even if we both suck at it.

-Blue

He let out a shaky breath he didn’t realize he was holding before laughing quietly to himself. Of course Blue would respond, and he did it in typical Blue-humor fashion. It was clear last night that emailing Nico was as therapeutic as it was for Nico emailing him.

Thousands of heat-filled butterflies entered his stomach as he read it over. Was Blue flirting with him? He hardly remembered the conversations last night, but it was clear now that this had gone a little farther than plain old friendly teasing.

He quickly typed a response, already anticipating Blue’s next reply.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 3 at 10:50 AM

Subject: Catch These Mittens

What about me makes you think I have poor judgement? 5 jars of Nutella sounds like a fantastic idea, if you ask me. If anything, I’m not the one with poor judgement; that’s all on YOU, Blue. You’re the one who ate the Nutella, if I remember correctly.

I relate to everything you’re saying, though. I already feel like I can tell you things I haven’t told any of my close friends. I do think a big part of it is the anonymity. It’s not just that, though. It’s weird but I feel like you get me in some way. Which is probably why I responded to your post in the first place. Or maybe it’s just something that comes from nobody knowing you’re gay.

It’s like, I’m not lonely. I have great friends, a better-than-average family. But I still feel lonely more often than not. At least I’ve felt a little less lonely in the past day, thanks to you.

-Angel

It was weird, he’s more honest with Blue than he is with himself. Like some sort of alternate-persona situation. All of the jokes and the extra personality he kept inside himself out of fear was just let loose when he talked to Blue.

Nico tapped send without thinking and almost immediately regretted it. What if Blue was in his English class and saw him rush out? If he had email notifications on, it would be obvious that Nico was on the other side.

Nonetheless, Nico felt his heartbeat speed up with slight excitement and nerves. If Blue found out it was him sending him emails, there was a chance that his undecided maybe-love story could speed up a bit, or at least cure his curiosity about who this other gay kid was. On the other hand, it could also scare Blue away, and Nico really needed him right now.

Nico switched off his phone and pocketed it. He was out too long already, and he needed to get back to class. He could worry about Blue there.

---

Lunch came, and Nico found himself observing the room more carefully. All the juniors had the same lunch period, which meant any guy in that room could be Blue. He was praying it wasn’t like one of those dramatic teen show situations where the homophobic asshole turned out to be the gay one.

Turning to his own lunch table, he realized that any of his own friends could be Blue. They were all theatre kids, which meant it was more than likely at least half of them were queer anyway.

Percy Jackson was sitting directly from his left. He was their stage manager as he loved to lead the team and also couldn’t carry a tune to save his life. The looks made up for it though, with the gorgeous sea green eyes and unkempt black hair. He was a lot taller than Nico (though most people were) and while previously assumed straight, he also doubled as a soccer player along with some of the other guys at their table, including Jason. The way he treated, teased, and tackled Jason, there was no way he wasn’t at least bisexual.

On his other side was Jason, and while Nico admitted he was attractive, his heart eyes for Piper were clear.

Next to Jason were Travis and Connor Stoll, some of the other soccer players. Travis was also part of backstage, but Nico ruled him out as he was dating Katie Gardner. And while Connor was in the show and hypothesized as gay due to some apparent flirting between him and Mitchell that Piper overheard, Nico doubted it was him.

Across from him was Will Solace, who he was only recently introduced to. He wasn’t a part of their theatre program, but he was friends with Lou Ellen and Cecil, both of which were in theatre and who had invited him to the table. Nico hadn’t had many conversations with him, but he had an adorable head of golden curls and blue eyes that reminded Nico of an eclipse. He had thousands of freckles splattered across tan skin. So, a contestant along with the other hundred of guys in his grade.

“Nico?” Will asked, waving in front of his face. Nico snapped out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

Will gave him a huge grin, clearly about to ask for something. “Can I have a fry?” he asked, pointing to Nico’s tray.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He was still halfway in daydream mode, and the words didn’t really register in his brain.

Jason looked curiously. “Is this the day Nico di Angelo finally finds his soul and is kind to another person?” he teased, still managing to find his fatherly humor within him even when surprised. “Guess not,” he continued when Nico flipped him off, and everyone laughed.

They went back to their conversation after that. (Jason was proposing that they all shaved their legs for the next soccer game which would supposedly make them run faster, an idea that was immediately turned down by all the other members.) There’s laughing and teasing; it’s the good-natured humor of his lunch table that begged for him to come out right at that moment. He knew his friends would accept him; he knew he was in a safe environment. And yet, did he know that?

He thought back to what Blue said, about wanting to come out but also being insanely relieved that nobody knew yet. He’s safer when nobody knows. So, he didn’t say a word.

The memory of Blue reminded him that he sent an email earlier in the day, and there’s a chance that Blue may have sent one back during lunch.

Nico pulled out his phone, quickly trying to refresh his email app. Unfortunately, with the amount of kids on their phones in that room, the internet was essentially nonexistent. The screen just kept on loading.

“Why is there no service in this school?” he mumbled to no one in particular as he jumped up from the table. Curious and confused looks from the other members at the table were exchanged, but nobody rushed to follow.

Nico didn’t bother rushing at this point without the promise of an email waiting for him. However, risking pulling out his phone in the hallway turned out to be a mistake, as he bumped right into the vice principal’s wheelchair.

“Nico,” Mr. Brunner addressed him. He was actually pretty nice most of the time, always going out of his way to see what was up with his students. It was almost like he doubled as a guidance counselor. (Mr. Brunner was better at emotional support than their actual guidance counselor, that was for sure.) He was still sort of stuck in the past, though, and while he never gave out detentions for phone use, he did confiscate them.

“Hey, Mr. Brunner. How are you?” Nico winced slightly at his feeble attempts to get out of punishment.

Mr. Brunner didn’t even answer his question. Instead, he just held out his hand. “You know the rules, Mr. di Angelo.”

Nico sighed. If the administrator weren’t so nice and if he was out, he would call this homophobia. Instead, he just bit the bullet and placed his phone in Mr. Brunner’s awaiting palm. “When do I get it back?”

“End of the day, after play rehearsal.” That was another thing, he had somehow memorized everyone’s extracurriculars. “You can come retrieve it in my office.”

Nico nodded. “Got it.” Going the day without knowing if Blue hadn’t responded wasn’t going to be easy, but he didn’t really have a choice.

---

As it turns out, Nico had some sort of heavy reliance on Blue in the past day. Even if they hadn’t known each other for long, and their conversations were short, they still meant a lot. They were a safe space, and the knowledge that he was now derived of that safe space, even for a few hours, made him uncomfortable.

Even in the theater, which was usually Nico’s comfort zone. They spent countless hours a week here. Just about everybody in the cast were friends, all having shared laughs or tears depending on how the rehearsal was going and what kind of mood their director, Mr. D, was in. Even Octavian, who was a slimy, stuck up kid whose body boiled with drama even outside of the auditorium, seemed human during a long rehearsal.

Without his phone, he also had no way to check the time, which meant he was relying on (i.e., bothering the crap out of) all of his friends.

The show itself was going as well as a public high school musical with limited theatre program funding could go.

“That was—” Mr. D started, rubbing his forehead from his spot in the audience. He tapped his pen on his clipboard, still not finishing his sentence. “Peter, help me out here?”

“That was a start?” Percy (Mr. D had a habit of getting his name wrong, even after three years in the program. Probably out of disrespect; they had a weird unspoken feud) supplied. The phrasing was nice, but the message was clear. The show was a complete trainwreck, and they only had until after the holidays to put it together. It was already October.

Mr. D pointed his pen at him. “Yes, that was a start.” He got up from his chair and advanced towards the stage, which meant he was about to change the entire set up.

“Piper,” he hissed between as Mr. D gave new directions to Jason. “What time is it?”

Piper just glared at him from her spot on the half-finished staircase. “Ten minutes since you last asked me!”

“And di Angelo! I need your jazz hands to be more dramatic! You just look like you’re trembling! This is a cabaret, not a breakdown in the bathroom!” He heard a snicker behind him, and turned to wear Percy and Cecil were mocking his shaky jazz hands offstage. If it weren’t for Mr. D standing near, he would have cursed them out.

Instead, Nico just sighed. Usually this was one of his favorite parts of the day, but they were barely halfway through rehearsal, and he already wanted out.

By the time the rehearsal was over, Nico had already packed up all his things and was bolting out of the auditorium.

He skidded to a stop from his near-sprint right outside of Mr. Brunner’s office, taking a moment to collect his breath and play it off as he strolled into the room. (The last thing he needed to do was look attached to his phone, otherwise Mr. Brunner might decide to keep it a little longer.)

“Nico! How was the unplugged afternoon?” Mr. Brunner smiled from his desk.

“Great,” Nico said, forcing a smile and giving a thumbs up. Whatever he had to do to make this conversation go faster.

Mr. Brunner reached into a drawer in his desk to grab Nico’s phone before wheeling around to where he was standing. “You should try it more often, maybe you’ll finally relax a bit.” Nico just laughed and nodded, not really sure how to respond to that. So, Mr. Brunner continued. “I know I’m hard on you, but I’m just looking out for you.” He regarded Nico now with slight concern in his eyes. “You’ve seemed kinda stressed recently, anything you want to talk about?”

Nico just forced another smile. “Nope! I’m good. Just, uh, a lot of homework to do, which means I should probably head home.”

Mr. Brunner nodded, handing Nico’s phone back to him. “Go, do your thing. Just remember, my door is always open.”

The words didn’t register, though, because Nico could see now that he got a notification from Blue. “Right, thanks!” he called, already rushing out of the room and outside.

Nico waited until he was in his car to open up the email.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 3 at 2:46 PM

Subject: Re: Catch These Mittens

I’ve felt less lonely in the past day too. It’s nice to finally have somebody who just gets it. It’s funny, my mom even commented that I’ve been in a good mood lately. I told her it was because Taylor Swift had a new song, but I’m not sure she believed me. I think she knows I’m hiding something.

Anyway, I have a question for you: how did you know you were gay? And I know you said you haven’t come out to anyone yet, but do you think anyone suspects?

-Blue

A car honked behind him, snapping him out of his daydream as he quickly backed out of the parking lot. Nico nearly sped home from there, eager to respond. He barely acknowledged his stepmom or Hazel before grabbing a granola bar and racing up the steps to his room, Mrs. O’Leary right by his heels.

Nico flopped back on his bed, pulling out his laptop from his backpack and typing out a response.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 3 at 5:14 PM

Subject: Re: Catch These Mittens

I keep thinking about this whole coming out thing. I have a pretty open group of friends and a good family, I don’t think they would really be that torn apart over it. Still, though, I’m scared.

You know Mitchell, right? He’s been out for years now and as far as I know nobody has given him too much crap for it. Probably because everybody basically knew (which I feel is a really crappy thing to say, but it’s not like he was that subtle.)

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I guess I just feel like with me it’s hard to tell. I think my dad suspects something because I never talk about girls, but my friends like to joke that I don’t like talking about anyone, even if it’s strictly platonic. But besides that, nobody really talks about it. I mean, ‘who do you think is gay’ isn’t really a hot topic at my lunch table. Or a topic at all. (Though part of me wishes it was, or just wishes I was out, because I’ve had so many good joke opportunities.)

Anyway, as for how I knew I was gay, it was a bunch of little things. My older sister tried to get me into Harry Potter with her (instead I just got obsessed with a card game called Mythomagic.) But everytime she would turn on one of the movies, I would always watch with her. Afterwards I kept having this recurring dream of Daniel Radcliff. I also got really into Panic! at the Disco, and it took me a while to realize it wasn’t really about the music. (Brendan Urie is a god, don’t deny it.) And, of course, the pitiful crushes on half of my friend group.

I’ve never had a girlfriend, and I’m honestly not even sure if a girl has ever even liked me. I just never bothered paying attention to that sort of thing the moment I realized I didn’t have to.

What about you, how did you know?

-Angel

P.S: because I know you’re wondering, I’m a Gryffindor. (Or at least I am according to my sister.) Hope that doesn’t affect this friendship, because I really like emailing you.

He hit send, then immediately fell backwards with a groan. Since when did he become so mushy? If anyone ever saw these emails, he would probably implode. Even the idea of someone reading them made his stomach twist, although that’s probably more about the being-gay-and-in-the-closet thing more than it was about the being-mushy thing.

He stayed in that spot for a few moments, hoping that he’d hear the notification sound of a reply from his laptop, but ten minutes passed with no such luck. So, he sat up, closed the tab, and started to work on his calculus homework instead while he waited. After a while he forgot about Blue.

It’s only when he stepped out of the shower later that night and his phone lit up with a missed notification that he realize he got a response.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 3 at 6:29 PM

Subject: Re: Catch These Mittens

I know what you mean about the nobody-really-thinking you're gay thing. I mean, I don’t think it’s usually at the top of someone’s mind unless they like you, but you seem to not have much experience with that. Which isn’t a bad thing. Plus, I like you.

And actually, I had my own share of a Brendan Urie crush (who didn’t.) That was actually one of the first things I noticed about your email which, I could be completely wrong here, I believe that’s a P!ATD reference. I hope you don’t expect me to know any other of those alternative-edgy type bands. I’m more of a musical theatre person, which means I have about the same music taste as my Aunt Artemis.

Another one was Game of Thrones. I’m not a huge follower of the show, but every time I watched clips or walked in while my mom was watching it, I was always crushing hard on John Snow.

I’ve never officially had a girlfriend. I had a girl ask me to a seventh grade dance before, but I just really wanted to Cupid Shuffle on my own so I turned her down. She’s actually still one of my close friends to this day, funnily enough, and still showed up at the dance and kicked my butt at Cotton Eyed Joe. So, that turned out to be a better experience.

-Blue

P.S: I think you should actually take the quiz, because you seem more like a Hufflepuff to me. Or maybe I’m just self-projecting my own house onto you (I’m as Hufflepuff as you can get.) But no, even though you claim to be in the fraternity of Hogwarts Houses, I still like emailing you too.

Nico smiled, and unfamiliar heat pooling in his stomach as he reread that last line over and over again.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #heros of olympus #pjo hoo big bang #nstls

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Inevitable

“A single tear fell from your eye as you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. It was inevitable, you were meant for him, you were his, he was yours. Or he used to be. You threw your phone back on the bed and ran your fingers through your hair. You walked back into the living room to grab the remote, and turned off the stupid show, silencing the noise. The sound of three soft knocks hit the other side of the door. “

word count: 2940

pairing: Taehyung/Reader

genre: angst/smut

warnings: swearing, oral f receiving, sex (lol)

“Don’t answer, don’t answer, don’t answer.”

You caught a glimpse of the retina display that appeared on the floor before you. You missed him you couldn’t deny it, but you also couldn’t deny the fact that someone who could love you so hard could hurt you so bad, again and again, and again. The night was cold and the apartment you two once shared felt so empty. You sat at the end of the bed contemplating your next move as you fiddled with your clammy fingers. You knew all he was going to do was blow up your phone that night as if he was a middle-aged mother and you were his sixteen-year-old daughter out past her curfew. But these weren’t panicked texts filled with anxious pleas, these notifications were manipulative lust filled time bombs that were sent by the boy that was once considered the love of your life. You threw yourself back on the bed, rolling yourself into the duvet thinking back to the writing class earlier that day.

“Y/N can you please share your six-word story? It’s ok if you have a few more words.” The young professor asked you. New faces craned their necks to offer their unwanted attention. Your professor was well aware of the amount of emotion you put into your writing assignments, in fact, that's what made you one of his top students.

“Um sure. My six-word story is ‘The locks changed. And so did you.’”

“That was great. Thank you Y/N, anyone else?” Whispers were exchanged from the girls behind you.

“Do you think that was about Taehyung?”

“They broke up.”

“Yeah, I heard he kept hooking up with other girls while on tour.”

It was true. It was all true. Last night you ended it all with a simple tweet saying “I’m done.” It could’ve been taken many ways but he knew. You had your landlord change your locks so he couldn’t come back, you packed the little stuff he had at your apartment into a duffle bag and dropped it off at his office building. You erased him, well..you tried to at least. You couldn’t let his smile fix everything..not again. You needed to hold your ground. If your love didn’t keep him content while he was away, his shouldn’t be enough for you at all. From drunken sex filled snap chats to accidental ‘you can come up to the room 😉’ texts, he was fulfilling every girl’s dream except yours.

Your phone flashed again.

Babe, please answer me, I don't know what I did I just want to talk, please. [2 min ago]

Y/N please stop acting childish and just pick up the phone [1 min ago]

Please I don’t want to lose you, not like this please answer [30 secs ago]

Y/N [now]

You watched the screen go black. It hurt to know that he felt that way but it would hurt worse if you let him back in and he did it again. The screen flashed once more.

(UNKNOWN NUMBER CALLING) maybe: Taehyungie 💓

You watched it ring three times before you finally gave in and picked up the phone.

“Hey before you say anything just let me talk Tae, ok? Last night one of your little hookups sent a snap video from your phone of you guys doing stuff and I just can't take it anymore. I’m sick of your tired ass apologies and your repetitive behavior when you leave. I love you with all that I have and it feels like you don’t even want it. So. Don’t bother coming to my apartment. When you guys get back all your stuff is at your office. I love you Taehyung, I always have. But you’ve screwed me over for the last time.”

“Y/N please I need you.” He sighed in defeat, his exhale long and drawn out.

“I can’t Taehyung, I can’t put my life on hold to watch you live yours. I can’t endure this pain anymore I-,” he cut you off before you could defend yourself.

“I know this is bad timing Y/N but I have to go, I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Taehyung No-”

“I’ll see you when I get home Y/N. I always do.” His last words were rough and restricting. Part of you didn’t want to believe that you’d open your door if he were to knock on it but you knew you would. He hardly had to try when it came to manipulating himself back into your life. How could you possibly give up on your first and only love?

It was seven years ago when you looked at the sunkissed boy who hadn't grown into his ears, in his innocent eyes and exchanged your first ‘I love you’. When you continuously fell in love with him every day. You didn't know that when you said goodbye to him on his first tour that he’d turn into the most lying, deceitful boy you've ever met. He’d changed in ways that you hadn’t expected. As you fell deeper in love with him, he fell into fame. You’d allowed yourself to become his punching bag, taking in everything he no longer wanted. His “love” was like a short leash, whenever you decided you wanted to slip out while he wasn't looking, he would pull you right back. He knew you like the back of his hand, you had a big heart and couldn’t stop yourself from helping everyone but yourself. He took advantage of your kindness and you knew it.

You laid flat on your back staring at the ceiling with dry eyes that could no longer manage to cry. This was what your life had come too, a never-ending cycle of pain, forgiveness and a quarter teaspoon, no, a pinch of happiness. Your parents would have been disappointed if they knew. They raised you to be independent, strong, and free-willed, which you were, but not when it came to him. Taehyung’s smile worked like band-aids, his hugs like stitches, his soft snores, while he lay next to you, felt like pain meds, the temporary solutions you had grown an addiction too. You couldn’t help but open the door when he knocked, couldn't help but to let him wipe away the tears he caused. When he was with you he morphed into that innocent boy with big ears that you fell in love with, the one that held that warm-hearted smile with nothing to hide behind it.

~two weeks later~

You flipped through the channels scanning through the ridiculous day time television, trying to distract yourself from two things. One, Taehyung came home today. Two, he was still blowing up your phone that was lost between the sheets of your bed. Settling on a stupid game show that was interrupted by equally corny infomercials, you decided to sprawl across the sofa and attempted to go back to sleep. In all honesty, that was the only way you could stop your mind from racing.

After a heavy set elderly woman won the grand prize, your eyes finally grew heavy. You usually didn't dream but with your thoughts so heavy it was bound to happen. Maybe you’d dream of the false reality of a happy life. From behind the sofa, you heard the keypad to your door being fiddled with. It was him. He was there. You turned up the volume of the tv to make it seem like you couldn’t hear him at the door. You quietly got off the couch and walked to your bedroom, careful not to make the floor creak. Staring at your bed you could see your phone light up like new years, vibrating nonstop.

I’m home, meet me at the office, please :) [3 hours ago]

Or not I guess [2 hours ago]

You’re really going to try to stand your ground this time huh? [2 hours ago]

Y/N are you hungry? I’m going to grab a bite I can bring you something [1 hour ago]

You should be bringing me food tbh I’m the one that was away working [1 hour ago]

Answer your phone baby, please [30 mins ago]

Y/N stop acting like this ily [25 mins ago]

Babe this is ridiculous [20 mins ago]

I’m omw [10 mins ago]

4 Missed calls from Unknown Number [1 min ago]

4 voicemails [1 min ago]

You changed the lock. Really. [now]

Come open the door [now]

A single tear fell from your eye as you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. It was inevitable, you were meant for him, you were his, he was yours. Or he used to be. You threw your phone back on the bed and ran your fingers through your hair. You walked back into the living room to grab the remote, and turned off the stupid show, silencing the noise. The sound of three soft knocks hit the other side of the door.

“Why change the code if you're just going to let him back in?” Your landlord had asked you two weeks ago. He was right. Nosy Mr.Hwang was always right. Your warm hand met the cold metal. Were you going to start the cycle again? Were you going to attempt to set him straight? Would he even listen? Your eyes hung low, looking at your worn out oversized sleep shirt and cotton shorts. You turned your hand right letting him in. Like clockwork. The familiar musk of him enveloped your body, as he took you into an undeserving hug. An uncontrollable stream of tears began to stain his brown wool coat.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” His deep voice offered the same lame ass excuses as he caressed your face. He dropped the duffle bag you left at the office on your floor and picked you up, taking you back to the bedroom.

“I can’t keep doing this, you keep making me look like an idiot for loving you. Taehyung I need you back.” Your words were muffled in the curve of his neck.

“I know, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, his fingers combing through your disheveled hair. You'd been a mess for days on end.

“Are you even listening to me. Do you ever?” You pounded your fists on the bed, determined for him to hear you. He caught your hands in his, trapping them against his body.

“I do. You know that no one can know about you, I have a part I need to play..and if I don’t act like I do, the boys will think something is up. It hurts me too when I have to do things like this.”

“It doesn't Tae. I know it doesn't because you’d be more careful! Doing your part to keep us a secret doesn't mean you “have” to hurt me in the process. I’ve seen how the boys act after shows. You could be nonchalant and shy like Jungkook and pass the girls off, showing zero interest. But no. You choose to get drunk and throw yourself at the groupies and somehow, I get a glimpse of it each time. It’s like you do this on purpose Taehyung. Hell, you can’t even keep up with your own excuses! Dispatch exposed us months ago Tae... MONTHS AGO.” You were yelling, screaming at the top of your lungs.

“You know this gets really fucking annoying having to console you and apologize when you don’t believe me. I love you, I don’t love those girls. I don’t even remember their names. Tour life gets lonely without you by my side. And I just-”

“Stop with the b.s. and just leave Tae.”

“No, I’m not going anywhere. You need me just as bad as I need you.”

“I said get out!” You yelled, wiping away the tears burning hot trails down your eyes.

“No.” He sighed, wrapping you in an unwanted hug. Taehyung began to place sloppy kisses on the back of your neck before he threw you on the bed and straddled you.

“Please, just one more chance, let me show you how much I care.” He loved to remind you that he was in charge, even if it was little things like this. Your eyes flickered between his piercing eyes and his lips hovering above yours. He saw the hesitation in your eyes and leaned his hips into you. Your mind sent unforgettable images across your thoughts: you were reminded of your first time and how sweet and careful he was, and how you two kept laughing because neither of you knew what you were doing. You felt his eyes staring a hole into you. “I can’t.” You whispered, as his lips inched closer to yours.

“Taehyung, please. Please leave.” Your voice ghosted over his lips just before he kissed you passionately and slowly. He lifted your shirt up, grazing his cold fingers over your torso.

“Do you really want me to go Y/N?”

“Tae, I-I can’t keep living like this. Every breath I take is for you, I live only for you. Why would I actually want you to leave? I need the old you back, I need the boy who was just as in love with me as I was with him. Promise me you’ll stop treating me like this, that's all I ask. Quit saying you love me and actually do it.”

“I promise you, babe, I swear.” He claimed, before placing kisses along your collarbone. You grasped the hem of his t-shirt, he only parted from your body to let the fabric pass by, as you gently pulled it off. His lips found their way back to your collarbone while you slid your hands along his soft chest, lightly scraping your nails down his torso and causing him to groan into your abdomen. You began to grind your lower body into him, and Taehyung grabbed you, moving you up so that you were at the headboard, kissing you once before he sat up. He then grabbed the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging them down your legs, throwing them on the floor. He landed back on top of you, spreading your thighs with his knees. He moved his head down to your inner thighs, peppering kisses slowly until he reached your folds, pulling them apart to see the reaction he caused. You grabbed the cotton sheets beneath you as a moan escaped his lips, the noise making you even more turned on than before. He leaned in to taste you, his tongue hot, gliding against your walls.

“Tae don’t do what you did to those girls. Make love to me.” Your eyes met his for a split second before he went back down, sucking on your clit causing you to moan louder. He stood up from his position after a moment and undid his pants before pulling them down along with his boxers allowing himself to spring free. His lips met yours and the kisses felt familiar, somewhat like his old kisses, but these were filled with love, neediness, and regret. You wrapped your legs around him bringing him closer, his erection rubbing against your slit. Taehyung’s eyes looked into yours as he sunk within you. You gasped at the feeling of being so close and so full of him. Once he was inside you he stopped for a second, just admiring how well you two fit together like puzzle pieces. Pressing more of his soft kisses to your lips, he began to push in and out of you, creating a unique rhythm that seemed like it was meant just for you. His hand traveled down to your breast, massaging one in his large hand. You moaned into his never-ending stream of kisses, your saliva mixing with his. You sensed each other’s need through the kisses, massages, and hair pulling. Taehyung changed his rhythm, as your back arched meeting your hips with his. You panted against his lips, his dick repeatedly hitting your g-spot, making your thighs shake. You had each other on the edge of an orgasm. He slowed his pace in an attempt to tease you. “I’m getting on top.’ You grunted, swinging your leg over, trying to flip him. He denied you, pushing you back down.

“No.” “Tae!” You complained, pushing your head into the pillows. He immediately pinned your hips to the bed, making you sob out a whine. “Tonight is for you,” He breathed, pushing your sweat riddled hair out of your face. The sincerity in his voice made you moan. He seemed different, he seemed like he was genuinely sorry like he wanted to take everything back like he cared if you forgave him. Your thought was cut short by Tae consuming you in another kiss while his hand stealthily made its way down to your swollen clit, and rubbed it in jerky circular motions. This matched with his thrusts pushed you into an orgasm, so intense your toes curled. Your hands were still gripping the sheets, knuckles turned white, in an attempt to hold yourself together. You climaxed as his cum filled you, the hot liquid burning your insides. He rode out your high, his hips stuttering after a few more thrusts. He fell limp next to you, his chest heaving. He grabbed your hand, prying it from their steel grip on the bed. He kissed the shaking knuckle, before intertwining your hands together. “I’m so sorry Y/N, you’re the only one I want.” He repeated his classic apology. It was his final apology this time because..well because you believed him.

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just-kessho · 5 years

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Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

[Day 3] Birthday party

AU: None

Warnings: Mentions of suicide (thanks, Dazai) and slight spoilers for those who haven’t finished season 1 and 2 of BSD I guess?

[Day 1] [Day 2] [Here] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Day 7]

It was unlikely for Dazai Osamu to not know things – escape routes and alleyways of Yokohama? Those he has already mapped out with every nook and crannies within his brain. A war against Port Mafia? Yes, he already have at least 84 plans and countless backup plans already stored in his mind.

A birthday party for him?

What?

Sure, Dazai knew of ‘birthday’ and ‘party’ as well as ‘birthday party’ but for that to happen to him, the few people who stared into the swirling abyss only for it to blink back, was completely out of his calculations.

All right, to be fair, his mind was already whirling with countless possibilities when Atsushi, all trembling and stuttering every other word, came up to him only to ask about, and he quote straight from the teen’s mouth, “all the best places for suicide” in all of Yokohama.

But Atsushi didn’t stop there – oh no, he followed up with a very high pitched and very loud (that Dazai had to refrain from covering his ears, though he clearly remembers his eyebrows twitching from that sudden outburst) shout of, “will you show them to me?!” that had ‘suspicious’ labelled all over him.

He was about to ask Atsushi what was wrong – and believe me, if [Name] was involved in anything, then he would drop everything and anything just to sprint to her side – but before a single word could get out of his throat, his blond co-worker screaming about everybody’s schedule being interrupted whenever Dazai’s present, and thus that leads to Dazai… well, basically granting Atushi’s wish by showing the male all the places that he would personally commit suicide.

Though just after the two stepped out of the agency front doors, the brunette turned back to face the brick red building, wondering what on Earth was happening to prevent him from merely being inside it – he figured that much out, for Kunikida, under no circumstances, would ever allow Dazai to step a single feet outside the building when it was working hours. It says something about his own disappearance skills (that he was somewhat proud of), and also more about how it was a poorly disguised way (to someone as perceptive as Dazai, of course) of not wanting a person named ‘Dazai Osamu’ to know about what everyone was planning.

He could rule out a war against Port Mafia, as the truce between the two organisations were still standing, and he could also rule out-

Wait, was [Name] truly in danger? Sure, he knew of the dangerous jobs that she sometimes would take without as much blinking an eye, yet the image of her laying on a hospital bed, where her red liquid of life would make a stark contrast against the pristine white of the sheets, and being strapped to every machine available just to barely keep her alive was not an image that he want – nor want to remember.

[Hair colour] framed her face like an antique piece of artwork, and those [eye colour] were shining with… something met his dull brown ones.

He blinked, and the- his belladonna was gone.

Whether the stunning beauty in that window was an illusion or not, perhaps it was time to focus on entertaining Atsushi with his hand-picked spots for suicide.

Yet two and a half hours into showing the white haired kid the suicide spots with as much enthusiasm as possible so he wouldn’t know Dazai knew the agency (and perhaps along with [Name]’s workplace named with the very original name of ‘The Office’) was planning something.

Though Dazai thought [Name] had a neutral look of looking as if she was absolutely bored of everything, as if she had somehow experienced everything before and was doing them again, like a countless playthrough of a game that mirrored your first one, Atsushi’s face now sort of… resembled that of his girlfriend’s.

… Perhaps the white haired male really had enough listening about “ooh, that branch seemed to support your weight well” and “there’s not many people who would come here, so this is the perfect spot for a clean suicide~” and whatnot.

Honestly, he seemed more like their newest addition in the agency, Izumi Kyouka, when she was waiting personally for him in the shopping district than the sunny boy who always smiled, asking if there was anything he could do to help and putting his life on the line for others.

“Atsushi-kun.” stopping so suddenly, much like them times when Dazai himself slammed on the brakes, at the last minute, when he was driving, so it was no surprise that Atsushi nearly bumped into him. Nearly. “what is with you and the agency today?”

“I… do not get what you mean, Dazai-san?” really, the kid was so bad at lying that Dazai swear he could personally count every sweatdrop that was staring to show on his forehead. “Wh-whatever could you have gotten that from, I won-wonder?”

“… Your whole attitude.”

Really, Dazai might have wanted to re-think his earlier statement, since as soon as that ruthless three worded sentence was uttered, Atsushi looked as if someone had snatched his beloved chazuke and threw it in the bin all right in front of him.

“W-well, it is a special day, so the agency thought that… you should have a break today!”

“… oh shit, is today the anniversary of me and [Name]?”

“No! At least, I don’t think so.” to see Dazai panicking was a sight to behold, but it was slightly sad for the birthday boy not realise what today really is.

“I-is it [Name]’s birthday?”

“… No.”

“Versalius-san’s birthday?”

“… Think again, Dazai-san.”

“The Office’s founding date? The agency’s founding date?”

“Keep thinking, Dazai-san.”

“Was today the day [Name]’s favourite pet died, and so she wants us out of the picture so she can mourn in peace, yet deep down inside, all she really wanted was for me to lend her a shoulder to cry on and have comfort sex?”

“What?! NO!”

Face red and huffing as if he had just sprinted across three hundred meters for the last bowl of chazuke, Atsushi hunched down and mumbled something about Dazai being so sad and oblivious, yet he wondered whether the older man was really just entertaining him.

Yet at the thoughtful look spread across Dazai’s face as he really whacked his brain, Atsushi threw that last thought out of his mind.

Oh wait, Dazai was known for being good actor, so maybe that deduction wasn’t that far off.

Perhaps I should just tell him outright- wait, what were you thinking, Nakajima Atsushi?! [Surname]-san’s trust was specifically put into you! So don’t fail her – and the entire agency – now.

A phone beeped. And at the vibration felt in the pocket, Atsushi immediately scrambled to get it out, nearing dropping the object in his haste. And at the neat kanji and katakana that told him everything was ready, he felt himself relieve a breath that he didn’t know he was holding.

Thank God, because I don’t think I can fool or keep Dazai-san from the truth anymore.

“Dazai-san, I think we should return to the agency because… uh, oh, because Kunikida-san just texted me saying that we need you.”

“Eh-? No, don’t wanna, and here I was having such a good time showing you all my favourite suicide spots-”

“Actually, it was [Surname]-san who needs you, she just didn’t want to… she didn’t want me to tell you that.”

“Then let’s go! That sounds exactly like [Name]-chan~”

I offer you my sincerest apologies, [Surname]-san, but your sacrifice is much needed – just please find it in your heart to forgive me!

“Atsushi-kun, why are you praying to a God now?”

Atsushi didn’t really have a convincing answer for that impossible question. So he stayed silent, praying for Dazai to not work out what they have in store for him.

A thunderous bang resonated throughout the room. Confetti was thrown, and a particular long one got entangled in Dazai’s hair.

Atsushi’s frantic stuttering and sweatdrop now made sense. They were preparing a birthday party for him!

Oh wait, today really was his birthday, wasn’t it?

But he paid neither the confetti nor the sudden realisation that he was a year older any notice.

Oh no, not with his co-works (that were crawling slowly but surely, to the place in his heart where the walls that he carefully put up were defeated – much like what [Name] did) smiling – yes, even Kyouka, and the corners of Kunikida’s mouth twitched upwards – and simultaneously shouting “happy birthday, Dazai!” along with the colourful banners and freshly prepared food that was put out for everyone to enjoy.

… He just hoped Vesalius did not prepare them…

But still, that cake, that magnificent cake that was coated in his favourite flavour – a sure sign that it was [Name] who ordered it, heck, perhaps she even made it herself. Oh wait, it wasn’t covered in crabsticks so that was out of the window.

However, the disappointment that reminded him of a child not getting his way in a toy shop was quickly washed away by a warm feeling as he scanned each happy faces of his co-workers that he couldn’t help but feel his lips spread into a smile-

And then his eyes met hers.

Did time slow down? Probably not, but he really felt it was just him and her in this room. A dazzling smile that he wanted to protect (despite fully knowing she was perhaps even more capable of that than him), a dazzling smile that was not present not even two years prior… a smile that was directed solely at him. He remembers simply expressing his gratitude to the people in front of him, and then making his way towards the [hair colour] haired woman.

Her hands were clasped behind her back, was she trying to look cool by hiding her fiddling fingers? How utterly cute.

(It wasn’t the first time such a thought cropped up in Dazai’s mind, and it for sure wasn’t the last)

“… Happy birthday, Dazai.”

“Really, [Name]-chan, you didn’t have to do all this!”

“But I wanted to, we wanted to. You deserve a break after all… so here.”

A package of blue and red was thrust in his vision of sight. With hands that trembled slightly – huh, why was he trembling anyway? Years of torturing and other jobs in the mafia without batting an eyelash hardened him so. Thus this small, trivial exchange should not… should not make him feel as if he was on top of the world, and wouldn’t mind having this warmth blossoming in his chest longer.

Still, he took it. Gently unwrapping the thing, a burst of blue greeted his eyes.

“It’s a labradorite.” [Name] explained, leading him right under one of the agency’s artificial lights. “it changes colour depending on the light. Normally this gemstone I got you stays a blue-ish colour, but it can become red, yellow, hmm… a blue-green and gold. Ah, see that? It just changed to gold for a moment- and now it’s a sort of blue-green. Oh, it changed back to being solely blue.”

Turning the precious stone so that it shined in all the colours that it can give off, the birthday brunette entertained himself with it – heck, Dazai even managed to get [Name]’s eye colour to stay on for an extended period of time, but it is fickle, one slight shake of his hand and the colour vanished.

“Thank you, [Name]. I’ll take good care of it.” it wasn’t a lie, nor a white-lie that was the result of his silver-tongue that made many people spill out their deepest secrets or flush in a deepest red. No, it was right from his heart – and that was something that made [name]’s smile widen.

Which in turn, made his own widen, for the warmth in his chest, spreading down to his fingertips and toes, made him forget of his past and the demons that plagued his mind – just for today, just for this hour… just as long as [Name]’s genuine smile was there, on her face.

Huh, and he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with her.

The presents he received were more everyday essentials, though there were some books from the Director and Vesalius (with the latter glaring at him for seeing him kiss his lovely niece) that he wanted to flip through.

Still, the gift that made an everlasting impression – almost as much as [Name]’s gemstone – was Naomi and Tanizaki’s.

It was a maid dress.

Not one that showed off everything and hid nothing, not it was one that was historically correct with the skirt down to the floor. It was one that showed off all the right curves of [Na- uh, whoever that would put it on. It was a miniskirt, yes, but it could pass for a school uniform miniskirt, and the collar was also down, though it didn’t show off everything and so left just enough room for imagination…

All in all, Dazai thought he had to give it to Naomi (this had the younger Tanizaki sibling written all over it) for her to pick out this particular and… uh, unique gift.

… And she was smirking slyly all the while he opened it.

Hey, guess he and [Name] would get busy tonight, as he would definitely abuse his ‘birthday boy’ status.

Omake

“[Name]-chan, put it on, pleaseeeeeee!”

“No.”

“Come on, I’m begging you- and I’m the birthday boy here. Also, everybody want to see you in this, after all, who wouldn’t want our poster girl in a cute maid dress?”

“Y-yeah…” I-I’m so sorry, [Surname]-san!

“Oooooh, definitely! It would be a sight to behold.”

“I’m sure it would suit you. I know it would have more impact than the time I dressed up.”

“See, even Kyouka-chan and Naomi-chan said it. So please!”

“……………… Ugh… fine. Give it here then.”

“If you don’t I’ll make my infamous puppy- wait, what?”

“I won’t say it twice.”

“Yes!”

“I’ll get the camera ready!”

“You won’t old man.”

“D-damn… she’s so cruel to me…”

“Come on people, drum roll please! Aaaaaaand here we go!

“No! No drum rolls Naomi. Also……… Kill me. Right now- hey, D-Dazai, why are you picking me up?! And where are we going?”

“Kunikida-kun, don’t look for us for the next three days bye!”

Guess who’s a day late! Happy birthday husbando, the light of my life, my reason for living, the one whom I just reblogged 100+ gifs and photos of…

@dazaixhappinessweek2k19

#bungou stray dogs #dazai osamu (bsd)#bsd #ambrosia (story)#dazai x reader #reader insert #dazaixhappinessweek2k19 #fluff #suggestive themes #imported work #Ambrosia: Dazai Happiness Week

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nosecrinklewrites · 6 years

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Human Disaster Kylo

part 1 – part 2 – part 3 – part 4 – part 5

Kylo woke up slowly. The light in his apartment was always bright in the morning. He groaned quietly and stretched his limbs until they were hanging off the sides of his bed.

Kylo didn't have a lot of days off. He wasn't supposed to, but he usually worked six days a week, always covering for whoever needed him to take their shift. Being alone wasn't something Kylo was good at.

Despite being awake, Kylo stayed in his bed for as long as he could. Phone cradled in his hands, he cycled through his social media apps, not leaving the bed before his bladder started to ache. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he hissed at the cold carpet under his toes.

Kylo's apartment was small. The distance from bed to bathroom was only a few steps. After relieving himself, he pulled his fringe into a small tail at the top of his head.

Kylo climbed back into bed and dug around his bedding, looking for the book he left there a few days before. Concentrating enough to read a book wasn't something Kylo had been able to do in a long, long time; but it didn't mean he didn't try.

He pulled out his copy of Jurassic Park from underneath a pillow. He'd read it a million times as a kid. The once sharp paperback corners were worn round and soft from all of the bags Kylo had kept it in over the years. In the end, he just flipped through the pages, ball of frustration settling in his gut.

Kylo's phone pinged from its spot on the floor, where it was charging. It was a text from his dad. They didn't see each other as much as they used to, but Han always made an effort to check up on him regularly.

Kylo was still in the process of composing a text that conveyed that he was okay, but without lying too much, when the phone started ringing.

The display said Sir.

Kylo panicked for a long moment, not breathing, not moving, eyes locked on the display. With a thumb that trembled more than he'd like to admit, Kylo swiped across the screen and held it to his ear.

”Hello?” his voice made an awful croaking sound.

”Kylo? You alright?”

Kylo cleared his throat and closed his eyes tightly, swallowing down his panic. ”Yeah, just– Haven't spoken yet.”

Hux was quiet for a moment before asking, ”Am I disturbing you?”

”No, no, you're fine,” Kylo's voice still sounded off, and about an octave deeper than normal. ”Do you need anything?”

”Oh, good. I'm calling about the lecture. My lecture. That is if you'd still like to come?”

Oh. Kylo opened his eyes. Hux sounded … uncertain?

”I– I'm actually pretty excited about it.”

Hux was quiet again. ”Oh.” He cleared his throat. ”Well that's– Okay. It's on Thursday. Starts around 4. I'll be there around 3:30. They made me make a powerpoint presentation,” Hux huffed in clear anoyance. ”And we have to make sure it works.”

”You don't use powerpoints?” Kylo smiled a little.

”God, no. I'm not an amateur! They didn't need powerpoints in the eleventh century, why would we need them now?”

Kylo frowned. ”I … I think you have to walk me through that.”

Hux laughed.

”The first universities were founded in the eleventh century.”

”Oh. Cool.”

For fucksake, Kylo.

”I mean– That's– That's a long time? Is that the middle ages?”

”It is.” Kylo could hear the fondness in Hux's voice. ”Anyway, I just wanted to make sure you had enough time to make arrangements, in case you were working that day. I can text you the directions to the lecture hall, if you'd like? You said you haven't been on campus before?”

”I haven't.”

”I'll make sure you can find it. If you show up a bit early, I can even direct you to the best seat in person.”

Kylo blushed, not entirely sure why.

”Anyway, don't let me disturb you any longer, I'm sure you have things to do.”

”I really don't,” Kylo said. He looked at the general state of his apartment. It wasn't great, but it had been worse. A lot worse.

”Oh, well, regardless – I should let you go. I have a class soon and showing up late sets a bad example. I'll see you on Thursday?”

Kylo nodded. ”You will. I'll see you too.”

”Have a good day, Kylo,” Hux laughed softly.

”You too, sir.”

When the call disconnected, Kylo threw his phone to the other end of the bed and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. ”Fuck,” he groaned.

Kylo dug the phone back out of the sheets and pulled up the text to his dad. He deleted what he'd typed and called him instead, pulling his covers up over his head.

”Hey, kid.”

”Hey, dad.”

–

Kylo had had to stop by his dad's house to pick up a dress shirt. Getting the shirt back to his apartment on his bicycle had been a challenge. It was wrinkled to hell, and had been hanging in his bathroom for two days, while he tried to get the wrinkles out with the steam from the shower.

Wearing nice clothes wasn't something Kylo had to deal with in his daily life, so all his nice clothes were at his dad's house, where he'd left them when he moved out.

Kylo hoped Hux wouldn't mind that the dress shirt was the only nice part of his outfit. He had washed his best jeans and even combed his hair, but the ride from his apartment to campus, had ruffled him a little. Kylo didn't own a car; he rode his bike everywhere.

Hux's directions were perfect (of course) and Kylo easily found the lecture hall. He was a good twenty minutes early, in the hopes that he could find a corner to wait in while his sweat dried a bit. Before he even got the chance to look for a corner, he heard his name being called. Without his glasses, Kylo couldn't quite see to the end of the hall, so he stayed where he was, as the figure came close enough to reveal themself as Hux.

There must have been something wrong with the lights in the hallway, because Hux looked young. Really young.

”Hello, Kylo,” he said, slightly breathless. ”Did you find it alright?”

”I– Yeah,” Kylo nodded. ”Your directions were very clear.”

”Well, I didn't want you to get lost.” Hux kept rubbing his hands down the front of his three-piece suit, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't there.

Hux was nervous.

Kylo didn't know what to say.

Luckily, he didn't need to. Someone called for Hux, sounding quite urgent. Hux waved over his shoulder and looked at Kylo. ”I saved you a seat,” he said and motioned for Kylo to follow him.

The lecture hall was big. Bigger than Kylo thought it'd be. Classical music was playing softly over the speakers. Hux led him to the far side of the front row, where there were five empty seats. The hall was already full to bursting, people standing around and speaking quietly.

”Please, sit,” Hux said, gesturing to a seat. ”We've had some problems with the microphones, but hopefully we will begin shortly.”

Hux was gone by the time Kylo knew how to reply. He looked around the room. It looked like he'd imagined a history department lecture hall would look. Kylo didn't stick out as much as he'd feared. A lot of the people looked like he did. Some were dressed nicely, like Hux was, but a lot of them looked like they came straight from class.

A group of girls were sitting in the row right behind Kylo, talking quietly between them. They sounded excited. Kylo had a hard time understanding the excitement. Sure, seeing Hux was exciting, but the lecture as a whole, wasn't what Kylo was looking forward to.

The music cut off suddenly and a man took the stage. He introduced himself and the other professors, along with the topics they'd be covering individually. They were shown a few photos from the archaeological dig where they'd found the ship the lecture was based on.

The photos were terrible, but the professor looked very excited. Kylo figured the professor took the photos himself.

Intellectually, Kylo could appreciate the information he was recieving, but the man was terrible dull. The way he spoke wasn't engaging at all, and he feared he might actually nod off before the end of this thing.

He didn't get to worry for long. Hux took the stage like a knight in shining armor. He strolled across the floor, pulled off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.

The girl in the seat behind Kylo inhaled sharply.

Hux took his place at the front of the podium and clasped his hands behind his back.

Kylo knew Hux would be good.

He didn't know Hux would be this good. Kylo was floored by Hux's performance – and that's what it was; a performance.

His voice was loud and clear, every word eloquent and to the point. He weaved a story that tied in perfectly with the oil paintings in the dreaded powerpoint. Kylo barely noticed the slides change, because Hux didn't need them.

Hux's words painted a picture so clear, no painting, photo, or video could ever do it justice. He used his hands and moved freely – almost casually – across the podium. He looked every person in the room in the eye, at least once. Kylo couldn't stop himself from hanging onto every word – even the ones he didn't understand.

The whole thing was over much too soon. The room erupted in applause when Hux was done speaking. Hux even bowed for them.

He looked endlessly pleased – and relieved. Once the jacket was back on, Hux left the stage and took the seat next to Kylo.

Kylo tensed up, not expecting that sequence of events. However, next professor in the line-up began speaking before Hux even sat down, so he didn't have to worry about smalltalk.

With Hux's lecture on repeat in his mind, Kylo found himself enjoying the rest of the lecture. It was interesting, all of it. Kylo hoped Hux would have time to talk afterwards. He found himself with a lot of questions he'd like Hux explain to him.

When the whole thing was over, it hadn't felt like two hours at all.

”What did you think?” Hux asked quietly, seemingly not in a hurry to get up or leave.

”I don't– I don't think I have the words,” Kylo muttered.

”That bad, huh?” Hux said, eyes turned to the front.

”I knew you were good, but that? Holy fuck, Hux. I'm pretty sure the girl behind me wet herself.”

Hux covered his mouth and tried very hard not to laugh. The laughter still made its way through his fingers and Hux hit Kylo's shoulder.

Kylo blushed and rubbed his arm where Hux had touched him. ”You were really, really good, sir.”

”Oh my God,” Hux breathed deeply and wiped his eyes. ”I doubt anyone wet themselves. But thank you.”

They looked at each other for a long moment, before being interrupted. ”Hux!” one of the professors called. ”You coming with us? You can bring your friend!”

Hux looked at Kylo apoligetically. ”We usually go out to eat after these things. You don't have to come if you don't want to.”

Kylo shrugged, feigning indifference. ”Haven't eaten yet.”

Hux smiled.

part 7

(also on ao3)

#human disaster kylo #kylux #modern setting

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minnie-marvel · 6 years

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Gotta Catch Your Heart! (Spider-man/Peter Parker x Reader) Part 5

Who knew that your love for video games and a seemingly boring summer away from home could lead to a chance encounter with a cute nerdy hero?

Spider-Man/Peter Parker x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Words: 1359

A/N: That’s all folks!!!! Thanks for reblogging, liking, and commenting on this series!! Its been such a blast writing this, and I’m really shocked that so many people supported me on my first fic ever!!! Keep your eyes peeled this weekend for some new fic content featuring a devilishly handsome trickster god ;)

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The hospitalization was fairly quick due to all the other people who had gone to the convention. Some people had been dealt way more damage than you, their arms and legs covered in third-degree burns, costumes being reduced to literal ashes and others were on the verge of death due to being trampled by others in an attempt to escape the crumbling building. You, fortunately, only had some bruises and a mild case of smoke inhalation and were given an oxygen mask for a couple of minutes. You sat on the stretcher exhausted when you heard someone shout your name. You looked up to see Peter stumbling over to you, his hair a mess his body smothered in soot.

“Y/N!” He jogged to you not even giving you a chance to speak before pulling you into a tight hug. “Oh my god, thank goodness….” He sighed into your hair softly. Your heart swelled up as you hugged him back, for a moment you wished you could have stayed like that forever. It wasn’t until someone tapped you on your shoulder that caused you and Peter to look up.

It was a man who looked like he was cosplaying Owen from Jurassic World. He held a beautiful arrangement of daisies, yellow roses and pink carnations in his hand that shook gently when he spoke.

“I-I’m so sorry to interrupt but… I think you might have saved my son's life? Joseph?” He fished through his pockets frequently to grab his phone which he displayed to you and Peter, his home screen of himself a woman and Joseph standing together as a family unit. Peter took a step back away from you so that you could converse with him fully without him being in the way. He couldn’t help but smile. You were such a dumb ass for going back into the fire for him but it looked like something spectacular had come out of it.

You nodded quickly looking at the phone closer, a tired smile also spreading across your lips. You looked up at him suddenly concern lacing your voice. “How’s he doing?”

“Thanks to you, he’s alive, He has some smoke inhalation but the Doctors said it could have been much worse if it weren’t for Spiderman,” he explained tucking the phone back into his pocket. “But when I asked him what happened, he said that a girl with a Spiderman shirt had saved him, not Spiderman.” You shrugged lamely flashbacks of Spiderman approaching the two of you replaying in your head.

“Spiderman did save him, I barely got him out of the building before he showed up… he really is a hero,” You suddenly felt Peter take your hand turning you to him gently with his other hand to look him in the eyes.

“Y/N listen… if anyone’s a hero here, it’s you. Spiderman wouldn’t have been able to even find that boy if it weren’t for you!”

The man looked down at the floor tears threatening to drip from his eyes. “Everything was so chaotic… people were shoving and pushing it was practically impossible to fight against the people that were trying to get out.” He was wiping at his eyes now his voice quivering and cracking making your heart shatter to pieces.

“It’s not your fault, it’s that lunatic with the fire hands,” Your fist crunched up suddenly as you looked across into a patients room who had a television. It was broadcasting the convention whose fire had just ended due to the firefighters. There was a picture of the villain next to his true identity, who had been turned over to the police by Spiderman only a half an hour ago.

“Regardless, I wanted to thank you.” He lifted the bouquet of flowers and placed them in your arms. “Joseph said he wanted to make you a card too but the doctors really wanted to medicate him as soon as they could.” You were already crying and wiping furiously at your eyes your lip quivering at the sight of the flowers. Peter squeezed your hand gently reminding you of his presence. You hugged him tight quietly sobbing into his shirt unable to contain your emotions any longer. Peter rubbed your back gently burying his face in your hair slightly.

“I’m sorry to bother you like this but… your name, what is it?” Joseph’s father asked. You lifted your head sniffling a couple of times trying to compose yourself. “I-It’s Y/N,” you smiled your eyes red from the tears.

“Well, Y/N, thank you again. You’re Joseph’s hero and you’re mine too.” He put a hand on your shoulder and bid you a quick goodbye as he needed to get back to his son to make sure he was still doing alright. You sighed quietly resting your head on Peter’s shoulder, your fingers still interlaced with one another as you looked up to him. “Ned’s okay?” He nodded stroking your hair gently. “He got out quick since everyone was shoving him out,” You gave another satisfied breath resting your eyes.

“I’m so glad you’re safe Peter,” you whispered squeezing his hand. “I couldn’t find you anywhere and Ned had no clue where you went so I just… panicked.” You confessed. “I didn’t want to risk leaving you in there.”

“Hey,” he lifted your hands up to his mouth kissing your knuckles causing you to suddenly flush red. It had been such a long crazy day that you hadn’t even realized how intimate the moment had become until he broke the barrier by kissing your hand. “You did something amazing today, you literally threw yourself back into a fire for me I…” He pressed his forehead to yours your noses touching just slightly. “I don’t think anyone’s done something so selfless for me.”

“I-It’s not like you don’t deserve it!” You said quickly. “You’re sweet, kind, intelligent, adorable you’re just….” You looked up from the floor to see Peter looking straight at you his eyes practically oozing adoration out of them. “…lovely.” You finished softly before pressing your lips to his closing your eyes. Peter didn’t flinch at all and instead cradled your body pulling you closer to him. You seemed so delicate at this moment that he thought if he held you any tighter you might shatter into a million pieces all at once.

When your lips parted your mouth automatically shifted into a huge adorable dorky smile. Peter thought he was in heaven watching your expression bloom into happiness just like that.

Aunt Kayla was able to sign you out of the hospital when you were discharged and looked over at your while you and Peter walked hand in hand out of the hospital. “Say, Peter, you aren’t hungry are you?” she asked while pulling her keys out of her pocket. “I think we all deserve a little celebration dinner of sorts after all the craziness that you two have been through in the past couple of hours.” She opened her car and got inside the driver's seat looking back at you. “If that’s okay with your folks, I don’t want to keep you out when they’re probably worried sick.”

“My Aunt is used to me being out late,” he confessed with a crooked smile. May probably would kill him for diving headfirst into danger for the third time this week but he knew she’d understand. After all, with great power came great responsibility right? He looked over at you again. He was scared of leaving you anyway, it seemed like you were sort of a magnet for trouble. He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arm around you pulling you close to his chest. He didn’t mind if you were trouble. Whether it was as Spiderman or Peter Parker he’d be there ready to save you in a heartbeat, just like you had earlier today at the convention. You looked at him smiling brighter than any fire that could possibly burn you down and kissed him again lifting your head up slightly to meet him. He really had caught your heart, hadn’t he?

That was okay because you had caught his too.

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Winter Wolf: Part 4

Pairings: Eventual Bucky x Reader, Eventual Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst.

Word Count: 3,387

Box Filled: Gender Swap

A/N: This series was written for @marvelfluffbingo and it took on a life of its own. Enjoy!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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Two days. They kept you in a glass box, strapped to a chair, in a brightly lit concrete room. You were escorted to the restroom twice a day by not just Steve, but his friend Bucky (or maybe it was Bird boy… you didn’t really care), Tony Stark, some silent redhead, and about four other armed guards. They gave you water and a little food and put you back in your box, and then three armed guard in full tactical gear watched you like hawks… for two straight days. Sure, you could have got out easily… but you had no where else you really needed to be. You just wished they would give you back your journals.

Day three was the best and worst day of your existence.

He said he was sent in to evaluate you but even the beast, who rarely showed her ugly face much anymore until you were arrested, felt uneasy about him. You sat tensely, straining against your restraints so you could pull them free at any moment if need be.

“You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you, (Y/N)? Being one hundred and seventy five years old…” He tried as you balled your hands into fists.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You growled as the restraint on your left ankle popped. You didn’t move an inch to let onto it as you stared at the man at the table who was watching your face.

“You fear that… if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop.” He said slowly and evenly as he looked over at the laptop beside him on the table. “Don't worry. We only have to talk about one.” Your heart stopped as the room was plunged into darkness for a full second before red emergency lights kicked on and an alarm sounded.

‘Run’ the monster said as you kicked your right leg free. Your panicked eyes followed his hands as he reached in to his briefcase and pulled out the red book you hated with every fiber of your being.

“No!” You screamed as he grabbed a flashlight and slowly stood up from the table. “Please don't!” You roared and yanked your arms free. The demon in you lunged in your mind as she realized she had the chance to show her ugly face again but you weren’t giving up without a fight this time.

“желание.” (Longing)

You reached up with both freed hands and ripped the thick chest strap off. You used it as a battering ram and punched at the hinges of the thick glass plated door as the man slowly walked toward you.

“ржавый” (Rusted)

“No!” You roared as the main door to the room was ripped open. You abandoned your current attempt of getting out and moved a step back as Steve ran into the room at an inhuman speed. You grabbed the arm rests of the chairs for balance and kicked the door with both feet, sending it flying across the room and it shattered against the wall.

“Who sent you?” Steve shouted as he pinned the man up against the wall by the throat.

“No!” You screamed one final time before you dropped your claws and slammed them into the man’s stomach. “I said no!” You said as his wide, fear filled eyes found yours. Tears spilled from your eyes as the voice in your head began to grow faint once more and you grabbed the red book from his hands and threw it across the room.

“Not again!” You gasped as you pulled your claws from his stomach and punched them into the wall by his head. “Never again.”

“(Y/N)…” Steve said as you choked on your tears. You shook your head and pulled your hand from the wall to get to that damn book.

“Don’t touch it!” You screeched at Bucky as you walked on shaky legs over to the book that literally ruined your life. He pulled his hands back as you fell to your hip and grabbed the book off the floor. You sobbed as you ripped it open and began shredding the pages into pieces of paper shrapnel.

“Give her space, Tony.” Steve said as you got to your knees beside the pile of paper and made sure you had every single piece there was. Once satisfied, you let out your claws and hit them together a few times until the sparks lit a piece on fire. You sat back on your heels and your eyes landed on a small HYDRA logo that had been hand drawn on a corner of a page.

Your tears turned into a huffed laugh as you watched the yellow and orange flame quickly devour the paper. Once it disappeared completely, your laugh got a little stronger until you were bent over double and grabbing your stomach.

“I win!” You cheered as you bushed the last few pieces of unburnt paper into the flame to make sure the only thing that could turn you into the Winter Wolf was gone forever. “I win, assholes!”

“Hey…” Steve said softly as he crouched down in front of you. You looked up at him with the first smile you had in over a decade. “You with me?”

“I’m with you, Stevie.” You said with a nod as you looked back down at the smoldering pile and rubbed the ash across the ground so that it was completely out. Your smile fell the slightest bit as you looked over at the bare, red book cover and you shook your head slightly. “But I’m not alone in here.” You grabbed the book and clutched it in your metal hand as the beast almost sighed in your head in annoyance at being teased. “She’s still here.”

“OK.” He said softly as he stuck out his hand to you to help you up and you clutched to book cover to your chest. “Just helping you up, (Y/N). It’s my turn to patch you up.”

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“I’d keep your distance, Buck.” Steve said softly as he looked across the Quinjet at where you were huddled in a corner, gripping the red book to your chest with one hand and the strap of your backpack in the other. Bucky shook his head as he glanced over at you.

“Trust me, Cap. I know this’ll help.” Steve nodded slowly as he glanced out the front window of the jet at the landscape below.

“Just keep your guard up.” He said as he pat his friend’s shoulder. “We’re still a few hours out of Wakanda. Don’t need Natasha putting this bird down before it’s necessary.” Bucky nodded and brushed a loose strand of hair back behind his ear. He walked across the jet and your eyes whipped up toward him before he even made it half way, having head the entire conversation they were trying to keep quiet. He gave you a tight lipped smile and gestured you the ground in front of you.

“Mind if I sit down?” You didn’t say a word or move other than to tighten your grip around your belongings. After a moment, he took your silence as an acceptance of his request. Your eyes watched his every move as he stretched out his legs and pulled his phone from his jeans pocket. He hit the screen a few times and scrolled through to find something before tapping once more. Your brow barely twitched as ‘Georgia On My Mind’ by Hoagy Carmichael began to play from the small speaker.

Your mind was ricocheted to a long forgotten memory of a sweet customer named Eugene, that insisted on dancing with you to the song during a slow over night shift at the diner. Despite the depression that cost him literally everything, he had a giant smile on his face as he twirled you around in front of the diner bar to the music playing on the little radio. He sang to you off key as your cook laughed at you both from the kitchen behind you. You remembered laughing your butt off when Eugene tripped on his untied shoelace and stumbled into a chair.

Another memory came in nearly right after it of the swing your late husband, John, made for you that hung in the giant oak tree in front of your beautiful plantation home in Georgia. One night in particular stuck out; a night shortly after you got married where you and John sat on that swing counting stars you could see in the beautiful night sky.

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life doing this with you.” He had said softly as he pulled you closer to his side and gently kissed your temple. You nodded your head softly and laid it down on his shoulder with a content sigh.

A barely seen smile pulled at the corner of your lips as you let go of the red book and started to dig through your bag for a notebook and a pen. You missed the look shared between Steve and Bucky as you sat back and opened it to a clean page to write down the two memories before someone had the chance to take them away from you again. With a proud smile, Bucky leaned back against the metal wall of the jet and set his phone on his thigh to let you keep remembering.

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“She’s clear.” Shuri said proudly to her brother, T’Challa, Steve and Tony as she looked at the computer screen that looked like complete gibberish to you. “You can say those trigger words forward, backwards, or anyway you want. She won’t turn.”

“I can still hear her.” You said meekly of the voice that was taunting you, and telling you the young scientist was lying.

“That’s normal.” She said with a nod as she stepped in front of you so that you could see what she was doing. “The voice may go away and it may not. Just like you said she sort of did when you were in Romania.” She gestured you forward and waited until you came part way to her willingly so she could take off the sensors she had placed there; making sure you slowly started to realize that you could make your own choices again.

“Your mind has created this voice as a coping mechanism.” She started, talking directly to you but teaching the men in the room as well. “You were calm in Romania, yes?” You nodded as she set her sensors aside and grabbed a rolling stool. She sat down, giving you a little space and smiled. “So when you were calm and in control, this Wolf of yours didn’t need to make her presence known. But when you start to stress…”

“She comes back.” You said softly as you both nodded slowly.

“Don’t ignore her.” She said with a small shake of her finger. “But don’t exactly listen to her either. When she speaks, hear what she has to say and make your own decision. Do not let her take control. Remove yourself from that situation if you can and write down what she has to say so you can see it if you need to or talk to Captain Rogers about it if you feel comfortable. You’ll find that that will help make her go away faster or possibly permanently.” You nodded your head at her as she scooted away from you for a moment.

“Steve said you write a lot? Memories and such?” She asked as she grabbed a small box. You nodded your head as she set the box on her thighs. “I invented this for you if you don’t mind.” She pulled out a book that looked like a thin notebook and held it out to you before pulling out a pen. “Please don’t feel obligated to use it if you prefer your method.”

“So these are smart pages.” She said as you opened the book to the first, lined white page. “Write something for me. Like the first color you can think of.” You took the pen and wrote the word ‘white’ on the page in black ink. It looked exactly the same as your notebook. “Now add a date behind it. Today’s is July 18th, 2016.” You nodded your head and wrote the date down. “Now this…” She said as she slowly moved her hand toward you and pushed the cover page open until it was flat. “This will set it up in a timeline for you.” You looked over at the screen that lit up on the back cover when laid flat and leaned toward it to see the small date and the word beside it. “You can just tap the date and the note will pop up so you can read it and when you are done reading it, you just hit the ‘x’.” You nodded again as you watched her demonstrate.

“Can you do colors? My notebooks are color coded…”

“Like this.” She said as she gestured to the pen. “May I?” You nodded and handed it to her. She turned it toward you and pointed to a little button near the top. “Say you want to use a blue pen. You push this button and point this side toward something that’s that color.” You watched as she pushed the button and pointed the round end of the pen at the blue jeans you had on. “It works for any color.” She said as she handed it back to you. “Now write the color of your shirt but with no date.” You wrote ‘black’ in blue ink with no date directly under the first line and looked over at the cover page. You watched as the note appeared in that color in a different column.

“Those will organize in the order that you write them in this column. If you remember the date later, you can just tap the note over here and double tap it.” She waited for you to comply and pointed back at the white pages. “And just write. It will add to that note. And then just hit the ‘x’ when your done, same as usual. To erase, you draw a line through the word you want to erase and when you fill the pages up, you just brush your hand flat across the page.” You watched her demonstrate erasing and moved your hands out of her way so she could show you how to clear the page.

“It just gives you more room to write but doesn’t delete any of the notes you had written. And I also wrote out a detailed instructions manual on how it all works just in case you forget. There’s a few more little things the notebook is capable of but I will let you figure it out. I’m sure Bucky or Natasha or someone can help you if you need it. Oh! And if someone else opens it, it will be blank to them unless you are touching the notebook so you have some privacy.”

“Thank you.” You breathed as you looked up at her with tears in your eyes. “That’s so nice of you.” She smiled as she pulled the instruction manual from the box and handed it to you.

“It was my pleasure, (Y/N). It has been an honor to meet you.” A blush spread across your cheeks and you looked away, embarrassed and some what ashamed.

“It’s not.” You said with a shake of your head.

“You will know so one day.” She said with a nod as you closed the notebook and held it to your chest, protectively. “And please know, you are always welcome to come back to Wakanda any time, right brother?”

“Our doors are always open to you, Ms. (Y/L/N). A friend of Captain Rogers is a friend of Wakanda.” You looked up at him, knowing exactly what he was saying since he was made to believe you had killed his father not a month prior, and nodded.

“Thank you, your Majesty.”

“You ready to go, (Y/N)?” Steve asked as he pat T’Challa on the back in silent thanks. You nodded your head and got up off the table you were sitting.

“Thank you both again.” You said as you bowed just your head at Shuri and the King. “For everything.” You looked over at Steve and gave him a tight lipped smile. “Let’s go home, Stevie.”

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You realized relatively quickly that sleeping wasn’t something that was happening for you anytime soon in the Avengers compound. You couldn’t get comfortable on the ‘amazing bed’ Tony bragged about over dinner, you were still running on Wakanda/ Romania time, and you couldn’t help agree with the voice in your head that you didn’t feel 100% safe despite the fact that Steve’s room was directly across the hall from you. When you glanced over at the clock for the tenth time in twenty minutes to see if it was remotely acceptable to get out of bed, you simply gave up and got up anyways.

You got dressed, grabbed your new notebook and the most recent paper one you had been using in Romania that you were planning on copying into the new system. You planned on heading out to the living room to see if you could find a way to get outside but just as you were quietly pulling your bedroom door closed, the door one room down opened. Your claws instantly shot out and you turned in that direction as Bucky swore under his breath.

“Stand down.” He whisper laughed as you retracted your claws. “Man, if I wasn’t awake before…”

“Sorry.” You said softly as he closed his bedroom door.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked as he turned toward you and the hall to the living room but stayed where he was. You shook your head as you glanced at your closed bedroom door.

“It’s too soft.” He nodded in agreement and gestured down the hall as he took a step in that direction.

“I had the same problem. I’ll help you put the mattress on the floor later… it helps.” You nodded in thanks as the two of you headed down the hall into the living room. “I get nightmares. Side effect of being in the war, I guess.” You nodded in agreement as he flipped on the living room light, and grabbed a seat on one of the couches.

“They don’t go away.” You whispered as you sat down in a plush seat halfway across the room from him. “I still dream about both my wars.”

“Damn.” He said as he turned on the TV and turned the volume down. “That isn’t all that reassuring.” You smirked the tiniest bit as he kicked his bare feet up on the coffee table.

“Sorry.” He waved you off before turning his attention to the TV to give you some privacy. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence as he found some action movie to watch and you began the long process of organizing the last one hundred and seventy five scrambled years of your life. After almost an hour of writing, you noticed how quiet your head was and you sat up a little straighter and set both notebooks down on your lap.

“She’s gone.” You said with a smile.

“Who?” Bucky asked as he slowly dragged his eyes from the movie he was distracted by. “Wait, the voice?” You nodded as you looked up at the ceiling as if you were trying to look back in your head.

“I must feel safe with you.” You said as you looked back down at him. He smiled broadly as he sat up and dropped his feet on the ground.

“That’s progress, sweetheart. I’m happy for you.” He watched you for a moment as you fiddled with both of your notebooks before he leaned forward on his thighs. “Think you can trust me enough to let me show you something special?” You looked up at him with your eyebrows raised as you stopped part way from opening your notebooks to keep writing. You watched him for a moment, almost waiting for the beast to call out on his trustworthiness. When she remained silent, you nodded your head subtly. “Alright, go grab your jacket. It’s cold outside.”

Part 5

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