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Family Don't End In Blood - Chapter 4

Summary: The time for school rolls around and Jensen has his worries about the reader overclocking herself. But it takes a painful turn and Jensen gets to learn more about her past.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x foster!daughter reader

Word count: 5,000 and some change

Y/F/N - Your friend's name

Y/H/C - Your home country

A/N: Sorry for the long wait!

It's been three days since you opened up to Jensen. You were honestly surprised to see him acting as if everything you told him isn't something weird, something he should stay away from. You appreciated it. He didn't want to run away, or at least it seemed to you that way. He didn't treat you like you're broken either. He was more cautious, but not dancing around you and making you think there's something wrong with you.

You and Jensen finished your filming around 5PM, which gave the two of you tons of free time. The weather decided to say no to your plans to go out to a park near Jensen's apartment and you had to go right back to it because of the pouring rain and the big storm that was approaching.

You were sitting at the counter when Jensen went out of the shower. You were humming softly, Jensen smiling softly as he walked up to you,

"Kiddo," Jensen hummed, making you turn around, "You in class?"

"Nope. We start at..." you looked down at one of the papers, "11PM our time."

"What are you doing then?"

"My uh, sister, she scanned all the books we need into PDFs for me. I'm just reading through them and looking for some extra materials."

"You didn't tell me you have siblings back home," Jensen said,

"Oh, I don't. Not in blood at least," you began, "Y/F/N and I met in high school. She's a wonderful being."

"I bet she is. She scanned all those books just for you. Not every friend, pardon, sister, would do that for someone," Jensen said, "You looking at math?" he asked, glancing at the laptop,

"Never too many math problems to solve," you said, Jensen smiling softly,

"You know that you need actual stuff for school, right?" he asked and you nod,

"I just thought I'd order some and get them delivered on set."

"Nah, you should get to enjoy a nice shopping. Pick out nice notebooks and pens and stuff. Come on," he said, "Imma drive us to get some."

"Jensen, you don't have to," she tried, "It's pouring outside."

"No, but I want to. Rain won't kill us, we'll be in the store," he smirked, leaving to change in his room.

Later that evening

"That was awesome!" you exclaimed, walking into the apartment, "I never saw a store like that," Jensen smirked, letting the bags on the ground and locking the door behind them,

"I wAnNa oRdEr," he mocked you, "I'm glad we got some stuff for you. Now you don't have to use blank papers and one same pen."

"Thanks for this, Jensen," you said, turning around, a smile on your face, "I never went shopping here."

"You telling me all that clothes is from Y/H/C?" you nod,

"I don't wanna spend money, and I have nowhere to put all of it anyways. I'm just gonna wait till it tears or gets worn out, or until I get my own place."

"You do need a new pair of shoes, though," he said, pointing out to your old ones, "I'm pretty sure your toes aren't comfy in there, " you giggled,

"That I do need. But some other time," you said, lifting up one of the paper bags, "Wanna have dinner?"

"You don't ask me that, kiddo," he joked, going to wash his hands, "Change! Your pants got muddy!" he called out after you and you giggled, leaving to change. When you returned in a pair of shorts and one of your worn-out shirts, Jensen was setting the plates on the counter. You walked to the kitchen and sat on the stool.

"Orange soda?" Jensen asked and you nod. He handed you a can of soda and a plate with some chicken wings,

"These look delicious," you commented, eyeing them,

"Dig in, kid. I'm gonna make some salad for me."

"Nah, I'll wait for ya," you said, Jensen grabbing some tomatoes to slice,

"Tell me, you okay with working here?" he asked as he worked on his salad, "I'm sorry you don't have your own desk and all."

"Jensen, don't dare to apologize. I was not expecting to be here with you in the first place, let alone have stuff like my own desk and all. I'm fine with this. Besides, I should dig into some deeper research for my own place soon enough. I've overstayed my welcome."

"You didn't overstay anything," Jensen assured you, "If I'm being honest, I love your company. Y'know, to unpack from the long day of filming. I didn't realize how lonely I was up until you began staying here."

"Will you tell me if I get annoying or anything?" you asked, looking up to meet his eyes, "Like, I know I'm a lot. And you don't have to deal with me. Just say it and I'll leave you be."

"Don't you worry about that."

"I was going to ask you - are you okay with me doing my stuff here? I'm gonna be in class when you're sleeping. I don't wanna wake you up or anything."

"There's something called ear plugs, first of all. Also, you are not going to sit in all 6, 7 or 8 of your classes. You would get zero hours of sleep."

"Jensen, I want to attend my classes," you whined,

"And I want you to have some rest before shooting for 12 hours a day or more."

"Jensen, it's important for me to attend them."

"Does attendance affect your grade?"

"Kinda. But with online school it might be different."

"Then you can attend maybe first two. Everything after that is a no-no."

"You aren't my dad, Jensen," you grumbled, taking a bite of your chicken,

"No, but I care about you all the same," he shot back, "And I'm not letting you exhaust yourself. End of convo."

"Sorry," you whispered, hearing Jensen's voice raise. He frowned, leaving his salad for a hot second and moving to you. His hand raised up and rested on your head, rubbing it gently. You sucked in a sharp breath but didn't move away. You couldn't help your shoulders tense,

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay," you whispered, looking up to Jensen. He offered you a warm smile and rubbed your head for a few more seconds before going back to his salad,

"How's your family?" you asked, changing the topic and breaking the silence,

"JJ watched frozen three for the 11th time. I think I'll have to learn songs from that one if I want her attention," Jensen said, giggling with you,

"My favorite is frozen two though."

"You saw frozen three?"

"I'm not living under a rock, dude. Of course I did!" you exclaimed, Jensen sitting next to you,

"Well I will need help with those songs then," he said,

"I can't sing," you responded,

"You ever tried to?"

"I know I can't. Why try then?" you asked and Jensen frowned,

"I never heard you sing."

"Yes, because I can't sing and I don't wanna shatter any windows."

"Alright," Jensen sighed, sitting on a bar stool next to you, "Let's dig in."

Later

"It's almost time for your first online class," Jensen smiled and you nod, sighing,

"I'm not really sure what to expect."

"You scared?" Jensen asked,

"More like anxious," you admitted, "All of the professors had to learn to use technology just for me. I don't think everyone was excited to do it. I feel bad for doing this to them."

"Don't feel bad," Jensen began, "You told me this was their idea, so I guess that they knew this was the way it's gonna roll," he said, "You want me to stay?" he asked, making you look up at him, "I won't be on camera. I'll just be here."

"I... You really don't have to," you said, Jensen yawning, "You're beat from the filming. Go, sleep."

"I'll stay for the first one," he said, making you glance at him, "Just to be here for you and give you some silent support. I promise I'll go to bed after the first one. But only if you promise me you go to bed after third one."

"Okay," you nod, Jensen smiling. He glanced behind you and through the window, making a disgusted face,

"That storm is going to be a bitch," he commented, making you turn around just in time to see a lightning hit,

"Yeah," you said,

"Hey," Jensen caught your attention again, "I just realized - what are we gonna do about the sleep situation?"

"Nothing?" you asked, "I go to sleep after the third class."

"No, I meant the nightmares," Jensen corrected himself, making you sigh,

"You're not staying up all night long for me or whatever you thought of."

"I didn't plan on it, but you can come to lay with me in my room after you're done," he offered and you gulped,

"I... I don't wanna wake you up or something. I-I'll just stay in my room."

"You won't wake me up. Just come after you're done, I don't mind. You know I'm here for you, day and night," he said, smiling. You nod, your look lowering down. Jensen's hand raised up once again and began massaging your head. You sighed, looking up to meet his eyes,

"Your nightmares are better," he commented,

"Yeah," you whispered shyly, the laptop screen lightning up and you turned your head, looking at the screen. Jensen stopped with the motion and went to sit on your left. You took a deep breath and entered the call.

45 minutes later

"I think your teacher's a bit lost," Jensen commented, "Seemed like he's off."

"Yeah, my physics teacher is like that. I'm fairly surprised that he even learned how to work zoom," you teased, Jensen giggling with you, "Thanks for staying, Jensen. You can go to sleep now."

"Alright. You okay for the rest of the classes?" he asked and you nod, "You gonna join me after?" you sighed, "Come on kiddo. Either that or I stay up with you and go with you to bed," you groaned,

"Negotiator at its finest. Fine, I'll join you."

"Hey, I'm not forcing you."

"I know. Its just..." you sighed, "I feel safe with you. I guess having you close does something cause my brain kinda goes into the mode where he doesn't want to throw nightmares at me when you're close. I'm sorry you have to put up with this."

"Don't apologize, kiddo," Jensen smiled, the laptop screen lightning up again, "There goes class two."

"Yeah," you smiled, "Night, Jensen."

"Good luck, kiddie. Don't stay for all 7 of 'em or I'm gonna kick your ass," he said, making you giggle,

"You aren't scary. Like, at all," you teased, Jensen throwing you a bitch face, "I promise I won't. Now shoo, go sleep."

Three days later

Jensen was not looking forward to you attending your classes today. You came home at 9, both of you were on set for 14 hours and you were beat. But you insisted that you were clear and fine. You could see obvious protest in Jensen's eyes as you tried to assure him that you can attend your classes and were actually quite surprised to see Jensen give in and believe you. Well, there wasn't much to believe. He was right when he said you were tired. You were. But school is just as important as your job and sleep. This schedule really has been hard on you. You're also sure Jensen let you be because he knew you at least got quiet, quality, peaceful sleep every night. The length of it he might not like, but one step at a time, he said.

3rd person POV

Jensen was awoken by a piercing cry. He shot up in his bed, turning his head to see the empty side of the bed. He was out of his room in seconds, seeing Y/N sitting at the counter, gripping the edge of it with all she had as he looked somewhere forward, eyes blown open.

"Kiddo?" she turned around, slight layer of sweat on her forehead. He came up to her and she gulped, looking back at the laptop.

"I-I gotta enter the call, I-I-"

"No, hey," Jensen made his way next to her, "You gotta breathe for me, kiddo. Come on," he tried, "In, out..." they repeated the drill a couple of minutes before she leaned against Jensen's side, "No more school for you today," he said, about to turn the laptop off,

"No!" she exclaimed, "Please, it's just English."

"You need to rest, kid," Jensen said, "You haven't showered either. Go, take a quick shower and I'll talk to your teacher, let her know that you're done for the day," she looked up to meet Jensen's green eyes,

"But-"

"No arguing, okay?" Jensen said, "Go," she sighed, sitting up to collect her stuff. Jensen got a gentle hold of her hand and guided her off the stool, "I said go shower. I'll take care of everything else," he said and she gulped, nodding and leaving the room.

Jensen sat and joined the zoom class, seeing a young woman appear on the screen,

"Hello! May I ask who I'm talking to?" she asked,

"Yeah, I'm Y/N's friend."

"No offense, but aren't you a bit old to be her friend?" she countered,

"Y/N can't attend any more classes today. We had a packed day of filming and she fell asleep waiting for this one, so I sent her to bed. I just wanted to let you know."

"Oh, alright. Tell her that the recorded lecture will be posted for her in google classroom."

"Thanks, and have a good day."

"You too!" she squeaked and Jensen ended the call, turning the laptop off,

"Too old to be her friend," he grumbled to himself, "You're not paid to stuck your nose where it doesn't belong," he commented, packing Y/N's stuff in the drawer and letting the laptop charge in her room.

Your POV

"Hey," you whispered shyly, entering Jensen's bedroom,

"Your English teacher is a nosy little thing, you know?" he asked and you laughed,

"Yeah, she needs to know everything," you sighed, "She made a comment, didn't she?"

"Told me I'm "too old" to be your friend," Jensen scoffed, "I am old but I'm cool so bite me," you laughed,

"I'm sorry she called you old. But yes, bite her, that part I agree to."

"You didn't tell me that your teachers film their lectures for ya," he began, "Which means that you don't have to attend live ones at all. You can watch the recordings whenever you need to."

"Yes, but I don't want to fall behind, procrastinate till like the night before the test. I used to do that but back in the day I didn't have a daytime job, so."

"Why didn't you tell me about that?"

"I..." your look fell to the carpet, "I-I don't want someone else to tell me what to do. I wanna go to school and work. And I wanna make it work out. Bunch of kids my age do it. I can pull it off too."

"A bunch of kids work a part time job though. You're working a full-time job with no strict work hours. You're putting in too much work on set and in school and it's not healthy. I won't tell you what to do. I will look out for what you do though, and intervene if you do something that doesn't go in your favor."

"Why, though?"

"Cause I care about you. I don't want you to burn out and get sick. I get it, work and school are important, but so is your health. Both physical and mental."

"Like this now?"

"Correct. You fell asleep, didn't you?" you nod,

"It was lunch break for them, 20 minutes. I..."

"You had another nightmare," Jensen said, sighing, "Have you ever shared what they're about with someone?" you shook her head,

"Nobody knows I have them in the first place. Well, nobody besides you."

"How long have you had them?"

"My entire life?"

"No, I meant this frequent."

"Oh. Ever since I came here, so what, 3 months? Maybe 4?"

"Shit, kid, you can't bury that stuff," Jensen gulped,

"Who says I can't?" you smirked, "You can do anything you want."

"Don't go all philosophical on me now," Jensen teased, "And don't play Dean's game."

"I'm not playing Dean's game," you responded, "I don't want to share cause people don't like broken shells. If I want to have people in my life then I gotta shut up about my own problems, man up."

"Those people you have only when you shut up, they're not friends. They're fake. Real ones are the ones that stay when you speak up. The ones that help you and support you. You don't need a fake bunch. You need a few close ones. That's so much better, trust me. And I'm not telling you that you can't have some hang out buddies and stuff. You keep 'em at arms length, yeah? But you let a few very special people in there," he said, pointing his finger to her heart. You looked down, gulping,

"Everyone leaves, Jensen. Everyone will leave me. I just love to have people around, even if they're fake. Not for attention or anything. Just... I don't like being alone. So if not talking about my shit makes them stay, I'm down. It's not like I'm a talkative person anyways."

"That's wrong approach, kiddo. Wanna know why?" you looked up again, "Because at some point, you'd want someone to understand you. To make you feel better. To listen to you, to offer their shoulder so you can cry on it. And a fake bunch of faces won't do that. They can't understand what's going on with you cause they don't know. And you say, if they knew then they'd leave. That's not what you deserve," you sighed, playing with your fingers,

"I-I don't know who to believe," you whispered, "Cause everyone seems like a nice person, until they aren't."

"That's what life is. You make mistakes, you lose, but you also win, smile."

"Seems to me like I'm getting bad time for next ten lives," you huffed, "I'm tired of this. I'm fucking tired and I just want to be numb. I want to feel nothing cause then I won't care about what people think of me, how they hurt me and break me. I don't want to feel because I'm tired."

"You know, I'm a sensitive guy. Kinda like you," Jensen sighed, "Was it always good for me to be that way? No. Did kids in school love me for that? Fuck no. Did it help? Fuck no doubled. But I kept trying until I met people who love me for that. I learned that I'm not the problem. That I am who I am and that I should not change for anyone's sake. They didn't have to love me. It was their choice. And you do that too. Despite the fact that you're tired, you're still fighting. That's brave."

"No it's not," you sighed, "It's just..." you shook your head, "I don't fucking know what is this anymore. I used to fight for my family, for people that don't want to hear about me anymore. I used to think that they loved me despite everything. I knew they didn't know who I really am, but I thought that they would still love me. That they would support, understand, let me be. But I was so fucking wrong."

"You didn't tell me anything about your family."

"I didn't, because it's beyond fucked up. But I wanna tell you, cause I know you have three little kids back at home and I want you to know that even if they don't show it or say it a lot - you mean so fucking much to them and they will always desperately want their mom and dad to understand. So you promise me right fucking now that you'll try to understand. Both you and Danneel. I don't want another kid living through what I had to live through. The pain and the guilt and... Everything. And I know so much kids have it even worse than me and I can't help every single kid but... Just try your hardest to understand them. Even when they fuck up, even when they seem to be doing the wrong thing. Please," Jensen smiled softly, nodding,

"I promise," he said, "Can I tell you something?" you nod, "I understand you too."

"You don't know the tiniest bit of it."

"No, but I'm sure you didn't decide to come here because you can or whatever."

"She wanted to control my life," you gritted through your teeth, "My mother wanted to live her dreams through me," you looked up, tears in your eyes, "Her plan for me was to finish bio, be a scientist. Send me to Russia to work there. She planned out every little thing about my life and I was tired of it. I left because I didn't want her to control my life. I wanted her to understand that I'm not here to pursue her dreams but my own ones," silent tears rolled down your cheeks and Jensen's heart shattered. He raised his hand, his thumb wiping the tears away gently, "And I didn't think of leaving at first. I was bluffing, just wanting to see if she's going to drop the fucking ball and let me breathe for once. But she didn't. Soon enough, every time I mentioned leaving, she would introduce me to a nice, thick belt," she gulped, "Soon enough I learned her trigger words. She stopped, but then, there's a B on my report card and there it goes again. When she saw me packing she..." you looked down, gulping, "She destroyed me," your voice cracked, "Broke me beyond repair," you looked away, shaking your head, "I couldn't stand up. I barely made it to Y/F/N's car before I collapsed."

And just like that, it's out. Years and years of crap piled up in you just got out in a few sentences. Of course it's not that simple. Of course there's more to it. There'll always be more to it. But you didn't want to dump this on Jensen. You didn't want him to know. But what you didn't want to do in the slightest is to make him cry. Which is exactly what you did. You looked up and saw tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Fuck," you breathed, tugging your pajama sleeve down and raising your hand, "I didn't mean to make you cry again. I'm so fucking sorry," you said, wiping his tear away. Jensen shook his head, catching your hand in his gently,

"K-Kiddo, don't ever fucking apologize," he breathed, "Fuck, I..." he looked down, "I don't know what to say, fuck. To be disappointed is one thing, but what that bitch did, that... That's not healthy."

"She was always kinda insane," you shrugged your shoulders, a sad smile on your face,

"S-She beat you before that?"

"Every once in a while. Especially when she'd come from work pissed. I was her punching bag. Quite literally."

"Fuck, kid," Jensen breathed, "Why didn't you ever report her?"

"And who's police going to believe? Me, or a disabled mother?"

"Disabled?"

"She's 80% deaf on both her ears. She's always winning everything because of that. I stood no chance. She'd blame bruises on me falling or getting hit on the training or would make some shit up. She's a manipulator, Jensen."

"That fucking bitch deserves to rot in hell," Jensen growled, "Wait," Jensen gasped as he came to the realization, "Your nightmares. Are they about her?"

"Yes. I'm so fucking scared of a person I'm supposed to trust. She's still tormenting me in my dreams and it hurts so fucking much. She scarred me for life and I won't ever be able to scrub it clean, get rid of that fear. She's engraved in my brain, my blood," you sobbed, your hands going up to hide your face. You couldn't stop the wave of pain that hit you. You began crying and Jensen moved closer, wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you to his chest.

"I'm here, I'll keep ya safe. You're so far away from there, she won't hurt you here," he tried, sniffling,

"She's in my head!" you exclaimed, clutching Jensen's shirt,

"I know, I know. Wounds take time to heal, kiddo. It's not easy but all wounds heal in the end."

"Y-You think?" you asked, looking up to meet Jensen's eyes,

"Yeah, kiddo. Trust me, everything does. It is going to sting once in a while when it heals, but that's okay."

"I-I don't want to remember. I-I don't want to be fucked up!" you wailed, Jensen squeezing you to his chest,

"I know it hurts now, but, to live through that, it makes you strong."

"No! It makes me a fucked up mess."

"Nobody said fighting is easy. What I said is that you'll leave the fight stronger."

"I-I'm scared, Jensen," you murmured and you felt Jensen's arms loosen their grip on you. It hit you that he wanted to leave you, and instead of letting him go, you wailed his name and grabbed the back of his shirt, "Y-You promised not to leave!" you exclaimed, Jensen immediately hugging you tightly,

"Shhhh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you got scared of me-"

"N-No. Jensen, no," you shook your head in his chest, "I-I, no. D-Don't leave, p-please."

"I won't, I won't, I'm right here, okay? I'm right here," he tried, squeezing her closer, "Listen to me now, okay?" you nod, fisting Jensen's shirt, "Imma promise you something. That is - as long as my arms are around you like this, nobody's gonna hurt you. I promise, right here and right now, I'm not gonna let anyone lay a finger on you in any harms way. You feel scared, in danger? Come to me and I'll hide you, tuck you away and won't let anyone come your way."

"W-Why, Jensen, why do this?"

"Cause you're just a child and you don't deserve to go through all of this shit alone. You're a fierce kid, but everyone needs to be with someone who cares."

"Why care about me?" you looked up, "I'm a broken shell."

"You're not a broken shell, kiddo," Jensen began, hand going to wipe your cheeks, "Because you wouldn't be like this if you were one. You would be numb, wouldn't care less. Everything you feel is valid, but you have been burying it deep down for quite a while and it's gonna take time, tears, nightmares and more tears to bring 'em all up. That's fine. I'll always be here for ya, kid. To hold you, talk to you."

"I-I," she hiccupped, "N-Nobody h-held me like this."

"Are you okay with it? You're not scared?" you shook your head,

"Safe," you whispered even so gently and Jensen nod, smiling softly.

His phone buzzed and he looked for a hot second. He sighed and squeezed you closer. You could still feel quiet tears rolling down your cheeks and you looked up at Jensen only to see tears too. He hurts because of you. But he doesn't want to leave you. At least it seems like he doesn't want to.

"Y-You should sleep," you stammered after you felt yourself come down from your high, going to move away from Jensen's hold. You wiped the last of your tears with the back of your hand and looked away from Jensen, embarrassed to be the way you are, at the same time trying to deny your mind that was going million miles per second,

"So should you," Jensen countered, "Come on. Crawl over there," you shook your head,

"No. We have a-a early call a-and I kept you up. I'll just go do some homework. I-I can't sleep now anyways."

"You don't have to sleep but you will close your eyes and rest 'em for a while," Jensen instructed, "We don't have an early call tomorrow," you looked up to Jensen, "Looks like that storm from three days ago is making a fabulous return. We're having a big storm in the following days. Filming's delayed and we're staying at home, to be safe. We might just run out tomorrow to get some food, but the storm should pass in about three days."

"How are we gonna make up for filming schedule?"

"Filming on weekends," Jensen sighed, "Not my favorite one, but if I want to have a few days off every once in a while and be with kids for their birthdays that's how it's gonna work," he began, watching you lay down on your side, as Jensen himself mirrored your movement, "So, since we're stuck at home for at least three days, you can have good 8 hours of sleep and have time to work on your schoolwork. Plus, we can run lines if you want to."

"Really?" you asked, Jensen nodding as he made sure you're all tucked in,

"I haven't shown you my Cas voice yet," he smirked,

"I heard it on a convention once," you giggled,

"Oh, it's more spicy now."

"Yeah, cause of what happened in "Despair"?"

"Maybe?..." he squeaked, your head dropping on the pillow as you giggled. Jensen smiled back sadly, "Do you want to talk with Jared about this?" he asked, making you look down, "Look at me," he tried, urging you to look back up, "My mouth is sealed shut. I am not going to go and spread anything around, okay? But I think that Jared can help just as much as I can. Only thing is, do you trust him?"

"I do," you nod, smiling sadly, "I just didn't want to dump it on him, y'know? He's got his own demons to battle. Fuck, you have your own too. And I... Sorry."

"Don't apologize," he shook his head as he laid down, his hand going up for your head, "There's nothing to apologize for," he added, massaging your scalp,

"You don't have to," you whispered,

"I want to."

"Thanks. For all of this."

"Thanks back."

"Night, Jensen."

"Night night, kiddo."

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blondeiu · 2 years

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ain’t shit

summary: you find out that elliot has been cheating on you from his cousin so you decide to make it even

inspired by ain’t shit - doja cat

warnings: cursing, nsfw if you reallly squint, angst

your friends warned you about elliot, they really did. you never thought elliot was the type of guy to cheat, not after all love he’s given you. but, apparently that flew out of the window.

you went over to elliot’s house the other night and you were surprised it was his cousin that answered the door and not him. especially after you texted him that you’d be coming over. “y/n? hey i thought you were with elliot ” his cousin was visibly confused when she opened the door. “uh what do you mean” now it was your turn to be confused. she had known that you and elliot were a thing because he told her. she let you in and you sat on the couch still confused. when she joined you on the couch, she lit a blunt and sighed. “he’s not here, he left a bit of time ago and before that he was having sex with someone and now that I know it’s not you i think he’s cheating”. this was one of those moments where it was just like well shit. you felt a bunch of emotions at once. sadness, confusion, and most of all anger. “you okay?”she handed you the blunt looking concerned. “mhm yeah i’m fine i just need a minute” tears were forming in your eyes at this point because his damn cousin just told you he was cheating. you breathed the toxic smoke into your lungs and let it out. after that you thanked her and left.

you were at kat’s house, crying your eyes out. maddy was rubbing your back and so was kat” “you don’t deserve that y/n, you’re too much of a bad bitch” bb sighed taking a hit of her vape, the smoke smelling like cherries. “bb is right, he doesn’t deserve you” kat rested her head on top of yours. you cried for a little longer until maddy got the idea that you should show him how bad of a bitch you are. you really weren’t all for the idea because of the state you were in but you still accepted.

you walked into the party, feeling kinda shitty but you were gonna fake it till you make it. your friends had dressed you up in this really hot outfit if you were being honest. beforehand you looked at yourself in the mirror and you felt really good. this particular party didn’t really have a bunch of hot guys from the looks of it but it was packed so there must’ve been a good looking guy somewhere. you drank and danced for a while before turning around to survey the area. a smile is planted on your face when you find a guy that’s eyeing you and you weren’t gonna lie, he was hot as hell. you walk towards him and sit down in the seat on the left of him. “hi there” you giggled and took another swig of your drink, the substance giving you a burning sensation. “you’re really pretty you know that?”he was looking at you in your eyes as you hit your lip. “i’m sure you say that to ever girl you meet huh?” you playfully rolled your eyes. “nope just you” he inches closer to you “can i kiss you?”. before you know it you too are all on each other, your lips practically glued to one another’s. apparently rue had seen this going down and was like “oh shit” so she had texted elliot and he made his way to the party, fuming with anger. even if he was high out of his mind he wasn’t not gonna show up and stop you.

by the time elliot shows up, shows up and by the time he’s standing right in front of you, your lips broke apart from hot guy lips break apart. you weren’t worried about elliot right now. just focused on having a good time. “what the fuck y/n, is this who you are? are you gonna cheat on me right in front of my face?” that made laugh a bit. it was really ironic to be honest. “it’s not cheating if I’m not with your ass anymore, elliot” you got up out of your seat ready to walk away. “what the hell do you mean?” he grabbed your arm, still confused and angry. “you were literally keeping secrets from me about your little fuck sessions with random bitches” he didn’t have a right to be mad in your opinion. “where the hell did you hear that??” he was still holding your arm as rue watch the scene unfold. “your cousin told me, i had to hear that from you fucking cousin” he kept playing dumb and you just weren’t buying it, jules had even told you about it because her and elliot were talking about it. “you really like the ability to think logically elliot, i know all about it” you yanked your arm out of his grasp and walked off into the crowd elliot yelling your name but giving up after he lost sight of you.

you were dancing all night and you had gotten pretty wasted. your friends dropped you off at your house and you changed and went straight to bed. you woke up to multiple calls and texts all from elliot. the texts mostly said how “it was in the heat of the moment” or “i was high out of my mind and i thought it was you” and even some “i love yous” and apologies. men really aren’t shit.

#euphoria #fanfic #euphoria elliot #elliot x reader #euphoria angst #angst #x Reader #doja cat

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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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DECEMBER PROMPTS ❄️— 2. Angel Reyes

Prompt: “the car is stuck.” + “are you telling me we’re stranded?”

Warnings: just the usual banter with one of our fav men

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“the car is stuck.” Was actually the sentence that pissed you off.

The second was getting confirmation that you would now be stranded out here in the boondocks in the middle of the night with your idiot of a boyfriend, Angel Reyes.

You thought your night went pretty well, spending Christmas Eve with your family and Angel back in your mountain of a hometown. Angel was more excited—at the start to bond with your side of the family and see you in your element, ignoring the fact that this whole ordeal was “pretty serious,” Ez’s words not his that he was doing this. When Angel loved he tended to love hard, majority of his previous relationships were temporary but they still had meaning…somewhat. With you it never felt like that and you made sure that if Angel really wanted to give it a go then you were going to put in the work.

You laid it all out on the table for him while you downed a whiskey and him a beer, which was something he admired. You were always a sharp shooter and not here for the bullshit. You knew how to put Angel in his place and he knew how to give you the love that he desperately wanted from someone.

The both of you just worked despite the common knowledge that you tended to be at each other’s throats, that was the way you expressed your love to each other—verbally. So why did it take half an hour into the ride back to santo padre for Angel to lower the radio and let out a dramatic sigh as the car glided over the snow covered road?

This was the third time he lowered the radio while you were getting your jam on to each track from your Spotify playlist and this was the last time you realized he was doing this on purpose. You tapped the screen on your phone and then tapped it again to silence the music, deeply you inhaled and rested your head back against the headrest.

“Something on your mind, Angie?” You clasped your hands in front of you as you stared out the window shield.

Angel felt his eyes tick to give you a side eye knowing that nickname was only used when he was beginning to get irritated by you, “I don’t know querida, you’re the one playing Ashanti and Sza, so you tell me.”

You held up your finger and shook it, “nope we’re not doing this back and forth. Just spit it out.”

Angel shifted in the drivers seat and pinched as his nose as he switched positions to grip the steering wheel with one hand instead, “that guy at your parents house.”

“There were a lot of men at my parent’s house, you’re going to have to be a little more specific.” You glanced at your festive nails, being patient with the man beside you.

Angel clenched his jaw, “that ol’ smug bastard who started the soul train line in the living room and decided to pull you in to be his partner. Your cousin Ronnie told me y’all used to be a thing back in the day?”

Amusement was in your eyes as you glanced at Angel who was already looking at you briefly, “Ronnie’s just jealous that Kai used to wash his ass on the court so he’ll say anything to stir the pot when it comes to Kai. It’s their light beef.”

Angel hummed, “maybe so but why did Ronnie feel the need to bring you in on it when he knows that I’m dating you?”

You sighed, “I don’t know that’s just Ronnie talking out of his ass. Kai and I had a crush on each other back when we were like twelve- thirteen? Then I went away to camp and came back to find him dating Julissa—girl who lived across the hill from me. That was my first heartbreak actually.”

“…i knew I should have drop kicked his ass.”

You laughed and fanned your hand, “we’re whole adults now and definitely moved passed that.”

Angel was quiet before he decided to ask, “what if you decide this holiday season that you suddenly come to terms that he’s the one you want instead? You know? like those corny movies where the main character realizes they had or can have something better with someone else?”

That’s when your stare burned into Angel’s face and he could actually feel himself sweating in this moment. With shaky hands he reached the knobs again to turn the heat down and this time you didn’t argue with him on the temperature.

“Are you fucking Emily?”

Angel almost slammed on breaks at the accusation, “why would you say some wild shit like that to me?! I would never and Ez and I never go for the same type, believe me.”

“Then don’t say stupid shit like that,” you ordered, “stop trying to push me away by thinking you’re not good enough for me. I don’t want Kai, he’s for real like family at this point.”

‘A family member that you used to like as a kid,’ Angel thought to himself but decided against saying that.

He knew he could be insecure in relationships and day in and day out you always reassured him that there was nothing he needed to be worried about when it came to you. It was one of his flaws that he was still dealing with, his own baggage that he was trying to heal from and you didn’t judge him—not even once.

“…Okay.” Angel found himself whispering as he sat up trying to gain some confidence back.

You uplifted that as you reached over to scratch his beard, “I love you, Angel Ignacio Reyes. Not some dude named after children of the corn. I still love you even when you get piss all over the toilet seat when you decide to leave it down—

“Aye, whatchu bringing up old shit for?”

You scrunched up your lips, “you just did it the other day right before we left to come up here! Why do you think I threw a balled up sock at the back of your head?”

“That was you? I thought that was Hilda?” Angel held his mouth agape.

“Who?” You quirked up a brow.

Angel smirked, “my side ghost girlfriend that stays at your place sometimes, I named her Hilda.”

You held up your hand not bothering to dig dipper into that with this man who laughed as he reached over to bring your hand up to his lips. You welcomed his kiss to the back of your hand with a playful scrunch of your lips before intertwining your hands. Angel’s hands were always much bigger, sometimes clammy, and rough against yours.

The small moment was cut short once you felt the car struggling to carry on. Your heart was in your ears as you heard Angel start to complain almost mashing on the gas more but you knew this car hasn’t sound right in a couple of weeks now. You already had PTSD with cars especially riding in them in snowy conditions due to a car accident you were involved in at sixteen. Angel knew this and yet as the car began to rattle on, the wheels glided on a slick spot in the road and that’s when you began to scream.

Thankfully the car only slid sideways over towards a ditch on the opposite side of the road. The car yielded on a slight incline not falling completely into the ditch but enough to leave the both of you a little shook.

“You good, y/n?” Was the first thing Angel asked you.

When you didn’t answer, Angel unbuckled his seatbelt and reached out to grab your shoulders making you flinch. His eyes held comfort as you leaned into him, leaving his ring covered fingers to cradle the back of your head.

“We’re okay, it was just the ice I bet.” Angel held onto you for some time before pulling back to look around at your surroundings then deciding, “I’m going to check to see if there’s any serious damage to the outside and get the both of us out of here, okay?”

All you did was nod as you watched Angel like a hawk as he circled around the car, he slid himself a little bit on the snow almost falling into the rest of the ditch himself. His feet crunched against the thick snow as he got back into the car resting his head against the headrest for a few seconds panting.

You carefully watched him as he shook out the cold from his hands and reached for the keys to turn the ignition…

You guessed it.

The car won’t start!

He tried a twice before he stopped knowing that he could potentially ruin the car if he kept at it. So he turned off the headlights and slowly looked at you.

“The car is stuck.” He started, “there’s this big block of snow that’s probably in the exhaust pipes and I don’t know what the fuck that other noise was before we went gliding.”

“So you did hear it!” You screamed, “the noise I’ve been telling you about since it’s got cold and you chose not to ignore it tonight?”

“Well it hasn’t done it this entire trip.” Was his sheepish reply.

You huffed reaching downwards to locate your phone and attempt to call someone, anyone.

“Who are you calling? Kai the movie and basketball star? You think he knows more about cars than me?” Angel fired off without thinking.

You laughed in disbelief. Here he goes with this shit again. Why would you even think to call Kai? You would pick a tow since it was late.

“I knew we should have waited until the morning,” you hissed ignoring angel’s jab, “we could be in a warm house right now but noooo you’re telling me we’re stranded!”

“We’re not stranded.” Angel argued.

You held up your phone right to Angel’s face in which he lowered your phone by your wrist to see that you did not have any service. He quickly checked his own phone and groaned.

“…we got blankets in the back. You planned for natural disasters remember?” The bearded man looked over his shoulder reaching on the back floor for the fleece blankets.

“Yes but listen to yourself, this wouldn’t be happening if you just checked out the car when I asked you to. It’s always ‘I’ll get around to it, it slipped my mind but I got us, don’t worry.’” You mocked the man who rolled his eyes.

“Are you worried?” Angel bit back, tossing the fleece over you and pulling the other side to wrap around himself, “you don’t gotta be, you have me.”

You laughed incredulously, “exactly.”

“Aye, fuck you. I know how to take care of you, I’m a man after all.”

“Oh shut up, Angel.” You crossed your arms as you angrily stared out at the flurries that began to fall.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but Angel had no problem nudging you awake to the point your head rolled around. You fought back to get him to leave you alone, but he wouldn’t stop yanking you around.

“What do you want?!” You finally pried your eyes open to Angel to see him flashing your flashlight from your phone towards the window.

You puffed out a breath to see a herd of reindeer surrounding your car. Cautiously you turned to your right to see more reindeer on that side as well.

You sighed.

“They’ve been here for…I don’t know, five minutes just watching.” Angel told you.

You swallowed, “I guess this is where we fucking die and I wish I could have my mom’s scalloped potatoes and my dad’s prime rib one last time. I also wish I could tell my great-aunt Dora to shove her nasty fruitcake up her ass since she traumatized not only me but my cousins with it for years.”

Angel rested his hands on your thigh not really hearing you as he kept his eyes on the animals around you two, “ssh look they’re beginning to move.”

The ones on your side moved behind the car and that’s when it began to shift.

“Fuck are they doing?”

“Oh Beyoncé, They’re going to flip us over like pancakes! Damn, I won’t get to have those anymore either.” You shook your head sadly, now clinging to Angel who watched in uncertainty.

In awe the reindeer managed to push you both back on the side of the road. The leader seemed to look back at you two and let out a noise that puffed out into the frigid night before running off with the herd following behind them.

Resting your head against Angel’s arm you let out a breath you were unaware you were holding, “that was…wow. They’re so cute and now I want one for Christmas, we’ll call them Rudy.”

“I wonder if people eat them.” Angel added making you quickly lift your head.

“You sick bitch, they helped us and this is what you’re thinking?!”

“What? You’re the one over here screaming your last wishes and switched up after they helped us out? And they could have eaten us first!”

You tisked in shame while Angel attempted to defend himself but you didn’t want to hear it anymore. So he gripped your face and pulled it up to bring your lips together before letting out some laughter that broke the kiss which you shortly followed, laughing your behinds off from beside each other.

What a night.

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Continue along with my anthology December prompts here.

#Mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #Angel Reyes x reader #angel reyes x black!reader #december prompts #clayton cardenas

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jordanstrophe · 3 years

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A Cinnamon Bun too Pure for this World, part 2

CW: Whump, heavily conditioned whumpee, offering themselves for punishment, beating and cutting implied, Whumpee trying to stay with whumper, panic attack, slapped, losing consciousness,

Masterlist

(Brain fizzled, if there’s any types, shhh, no one will notice, right?)

Whumpee sat in the passenger seat with his hands folded politely in his lap. His eyes were wide with a mix of emotions of fear, sadness and loneliness. They had never been away from Whumper this long. It felt like every second that passed of them being separated added another hit to his inevitable punishment when he finally reunited with Whumper.

Caretaker tried to keep their eyes focused, but he could see the boy trembling in the corner of his eye. “Can I ask your name?” Caretaker asked. The boy let out a shuttered breath when he was acknowledged, he was trying to answer, but no sound came out.

Caretaker sighed with a small smile. “It’s okay, I know you’re frightened. You had a rough day.”

Or was it a day? Whumpee seemed so comfortable with that man, he must have been with him awhile. Had he had a hard week? Month? Year?

“Cin...” He heard the tiniest voice murmur beside him. Caretaker let out a genuine smile.

“Hi Cin, my name is Richard.”

They pulled into the driveway, it was a cute house with a white picket fence surrounding it. Cin hardly looked up as the door opened for him, refusing to budge from the car.

“I’m... Sorry.” Cin muttered. Richard’s smile faded.

“You’re fine, it’s okay if you don’t want to stay here, you’re free to leave whenever.” He tried not to sound upset or disappointed, but he hoped the man would stay for just a little bit, until he could get on his own two feet.

“N-no! It’s not that! It’s... I never should have left the hotel!” He cried with guilt. “He... He didn’t tell me I could leave! I should have stayed right where he l-left m-me!” He blubbered, his tone crashing into tears as he covered his face from shame.

“Sweetheart...” Richard’s face fell.

“H-he’s going to c-come back for me, right? If I just s-stay... Right where he left me. He’s going to come back. He has to! I can’t do anything without him, he said so himself!” Cin cried.

Richard leaned against the car closer to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Cin, I’m so sorry, but he’s not going to come back for you.” He said. Cin’s cries grew louder and more helpless with his words. “But he wasn’t a good man, was he? Didn’t he hurt you?” He asked.

“No! Only when I deserved it! He was... He was-” His voice disintegrated as he stared off blankly into space.

“When did you deserve it, Cin?”

He didn’t answer, he seemed completely lost in an ocean of a thousand thoughts and words.

“Why don’t we get inside and settle in. I have a guest room you can stay in.” He tried to give him an excited smile.

Cin looked at him as he cleaned his face off. “H-hotel?” He muttered.

“No, I’m not taking you back to the hotel, it’s not safe there.” He extended his hand to him, as Cin’s hand instinctively shot out, wedging his wrist into Richard’s hand. He looked shocked he even did that for a stranger, but it was too late now as Richard shifted so he was holding his hand instead of his wrist.

A soon as the front door open, there was a fluffy golden retriever waiting to greet them at the door. Her tail swishing back and forth even faster when she saw Cin, who instantly perked up and beamed with excitement. He started making a high pitch squeaking sound that Richard hoped was a good sign as he collapsed on his knees to greet the dog.

“This is Daisy! She’s very friendly.” Richard smiled, Cin was already all over her with hugs and pets, ruffling her fur as she could hardly sit still with happiness.

Richard let out a chuckle, “I’ll make some tea for us, do you want anything specific for dinner? Are you allergic to anything?” He asked.

Cin froze as he blinked up at him with nervous eyes. This was a test, right? Should he be honest? He was afraid if he lied he would get caught anyway and make things worse.

“I can’t hav-... I’m allergic to fish.” He admitted. “Got it! No fish.” Richard said, disappearing into the kitchen. Cin was still locked in place, not sure what to do, until he quickly snapped to his feet.

“Wait! I can make dinner!” Cin called, bolting over to follow him. “But you’re a guest! I got this, you just sit down with tea and take it easy, mmaky?” Richard smiled, taking his hand and placing a warm teacup in it.

“Eh?” Cin blinked down at the cup in his hands. He was a guest? “But-.. But I can’t do that, I have to help! Please, I can do this! I can be useful!” He pouted.

“Alright! Alright, you can help, I appreciate it.” Richard chuckled, as Cin visibly relaxed with a relieved sigh. Cin did everything he was told, and executed quickly and flawlessly. He moved like a bullet anytime he was asked to grab this, put that away, add this. When he had nothing to do, he stood there like a stick soldier waiting for the next order.

Richard put two full glasses and other things onto a tray. “Can you bring this to the table?” He asked. For the first time, Cin didn’t move. “You.. Want me... To what?” He asked, his head curiously tilted to the side. “Tray? To the table?” Richard asked. Cin looked genuinely scared of the tray sitting innocently on the counter. “It’s okay if you don’t want to!” Richard added.

“No! I can do it.” He said with his voice trembling. “Are you... Are you sure? I can ge-” “-No! I can do it.” Cin mumbled as Richard raised an eyebrow. He tried to continue chopping vegetables while watching Cin with the corner of his eye. His hands were already trembling as he slowly placed them on each side of the tray. He braced himself as he lifted it, his heart jolting as he watched the glasses wobble dangerously. He turned his body around to the table, as soon as he got half way there, pain spiked through his left hand as it gave away. He let out a yelp as the tray hit the ground with both glasses shattering to pieces, scattering across the kitchen.

Cin slowly peaked his eyes open to see himself standing in a sea of broken glass. He couldn’t feel his hand anymore, or hear a thing. He only stood frozen with wide eyes looking at the awful mess he had made.

n.. o... no.... I didn’t... It was... no... an accident... didn’t mean it...

‘I’m sorry’ His mouth moved, but no sound came out. His eyes widened when he realized there was no air in his lungs.

‘Cin, breath’

His eyes twitched when he finally heard something.

‘Cin, breath!’

Breath? Breath what?

“CIN! TAKE A BREATH!”

He gasped into reality when he felt a strike against his cheek, the air filling his lungs almost felt wrong. He blinked awake, he was laying on the ground in the living room in Richard’s arm.

“Why weren't you breathing!? Cin! You just... Stopped breathing! You scared me to death!” Richard cried, his face pale with terror.

“I’m sorry.” He rasped, finally, words coming from his lip. He sat up as Richard helped him, still supporting his back just to make sure he was okay. He was light headed as the room spun.

“What happened? Are you okay?” Richard asked.

‘I’m sorry...”

“Cin, are you okay ?” Richard asked sternly, grabbing his shoulder.

“I’m sorry...” He muttered with a blank expression. Richard‘s eyes fell to his hand still clutched to his chest. He gently slid his hand in and took it, turning his palm around. There were inch long scars in the middle of his hand in multiple places. Robert’s heart dropped to his stomach when he realized what happened. It wasn’t because Cin didn’t want to pick up the tray, it was because he couldn’t.

‘Cin... Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” Richard asked, as Cin’s hand immediately retracted and hid into his chest. He looked up at him with glossy eyes.

“Because I didn’t want you to think less of me.” He sniffled.

“Why would I think less of you?! When did this happen?” He asked.

“About a year ago...” He muttered.

A year. He had been with that man for well over a year?! He stopped when he noticed Cin had been moving. He glanced up to see Cin had tugged his shirt off and set it to the side with his back turned to him.

“I-I’m ready.” He mumbled sadly, already beginning to cry silently as he hid his head in his arms against the floor. His back was colored black and blue from uncountable bruises and marks running down his arms. He looked as if he was thrown into a mixer.

Richard opened his mouth to panic, but now it was his turn to be breathless.

Cin waited for the belt or the rod to be brought onto his back. Usually his punishments had something to do with his stupidity as he realized he was probably going to be cut with the glass shards he littered the floor with. His skin crawled and shivered at the thoughts... Please just the rod... The rod was the easiest to ta-... What was he even thinking?! He didn’t deserve the rod, he deserved an appropriate punishment. But... The glass hurt so badl- His thoughts were interrupted as two arms wrapped around his chest, lifting him into his arms bridal style.

What... What is happening? He had never been carried like this before...

“No no no no this is too much.. Way too much for me.” Richard mumbled under his breath. Cin looked up at him with confusion as they both looked at each other like they were crazy.

Cin jolted as he was laid down into a soft plush bed and bundled up in blankets.

“Nope, I am in waaaay to deep over my head.” Richard continued to mutter under his breath, his face wide as if he had seen a ghost.

“S-sir?” Cin asked with confusion, looking up at him with big eyes.

Richard plastered a fake smile on his face as he brushed Cin’s wavy ash blonde hair from his eyes as he blinked.

“You’re alright sweetheart. I’ll bring you some dinner and a drink in a moment, okay? Just lie down and rest, you need to recover.” He said with a tone death voice.

‘Recover? R-recover... From what?” Cin asked with a tilted expression. Richard didn’t answer as he mindlessly walked out of the door, gently closing it behind him.

Richard gasped as his chest fell onto the table, his hands gripping into his hair. He hardly felt he was ripping hair out as he heaved for air. His back... That poor man’s back... It was unreal, inhuman, disturbing, horrifying... He collapsed his head on the table as he tried to shake the image from his mind. He had gotten himself buried into way more water then he could tread.

He would bring him dinner and a drink and get some much needed rest... He would call the hospital and police first thing in the morning, they were much more qualified at taking care of him then he was.

Cin was having an absolute blast getting comfortable in the new bed. It was so soft! So plush, so warm, it was like floating on a cloud! He stretched his arms over his head as he rolled around making the blankets wrap around his body over and over again. He froze half way as his eyes shot open.

He hadn’t gotten punished yet. He didn’t get beaten, belted or sliced. What.. What did that mean? That meant his punishment was on hold until tomorrow, correct? Why wait so long unless... Unless this Richard man had to set something up for him? He... He broke two glasses! There must some horrible punishment waiting for him when he wakes up and-

He froze when the door opened again, Richard stayed true to his word and set a plate and cup down at the desk and quickly left.

Cin shot up in bed as he looked down at the plate. The cup left for him was in a plastic cup instead of the glass one. He quickly drank the whole thing in one go, before looking down at the dinner

He didn’t deserve it...

It was late in the night, only the stars and moon in the sky were lit as Cin tiptoed across the living room floor. Daisy had noticed him awake and happily jumped around to greet him as he tried to shush her.

“Shh! I’m sorry, but I have to go.” He said sadly, slinking to the floor on his knees as he laid his head on her soft fur one last time. He quickly got up and slipped out the door, closing it behind his before Daisey could try and follow him. She stopped wagging her tail as the door shut, looking up at it with confusion, before spinning around and running into Richard's room.

She jumped up on his bed and licked his face until he squirmed awake with a groan.

“Hmmph... Daisey, noooo.” He tried, not even sounding authoritative. She let out a bark as he jolted, sitting up and trying to push her off the bed. She continued to bark and bark anxiously as Richard finally gave in and climbed out of bed. Daisy started running around the house in a panic, going from Cin’s door, to the front door. Richard blinked as he came to a realization and slammed Cin’s door open, revealing a perfectly made empty bed, the plate on the desk left untouched and a note sitting in the middle of the bed. He squinted as he flicked the light on and took the note~

Thank you for everything and I’m sorry

I’m going to go back to the one person

who can put up with me

Richard instantly bolted, throwing his robe and grabbing his car keys as he was out the door in a flash.

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undertale-writing-times · 2 years

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Helloo!! :) Would you be willing to do a Cross centric writing? I would like it to be Cross x Error x Ink! But if your not ok with that it could be between Cross x any of the anti or star sanses. I just want some nice cuddles for my boy

I would! I'm really sorry it took me so long, and I hope you enjoy it :)

I'm not really 100% proud of my ink and cross but hey, I'm trying here -w-'

When Dream brought Cross to the Star Sanses house, he went and hid away. He didn't exactly want to be around these people, they made him feel... strange. The only one that he felt safe with, was Dream. With Blueberry, he made him feel nervous because of how Cross hurt him.

He wished that he could go back and erase all of what he did, turn back the time and change things.

He couldn't do that though, and that was the most annoying thing.

Why couldn't Cross make everything right? He felt so... scared.

At least he had Dream, and saved his life, right? He got hurt a lot from the fight with Killer, but Dream would have been killed if he let it go on like normal.

He didn't regret saving Dream and turning on Nightmare.

What he did regret, was hurting Blueberry, hurting the people that he now called... friends.

Another weird thing happened.

He met Ink again and learned that he had a datemate. It caused a strange feeling to go through his bones, his soul feeling... off... and then he learned something else.

That datemate, was Error!

When Cross heard that, he literally had to ask if they were for real. Error got mad at that.

Cross was honestly pretty nervous about Error being there and asked if he would tell Nightmare that he was here, even though the being would most likely already knows about it.

Error rolls his eyes at him, grumbling "dOn't bE StUpId... dUmBaSs" Ink snorted and giggled, not being able to stop himself.

Normally, as said before, he would only spend time with Dream, as he was the only one that he felt exactly SAFE with, until Dream said that he was a bit too busy to hang out as much as Cross would enjoy to. Ink said that they could spend time together! He wanted to be with Cross and to make him happy; Ink said.

And that's how they first started to spend time together.

Whenever Cross saw them spending time together, he couldn't help but feel... jealous. Error has hurt so many people over the years most likely, yet he still had someone. Why didn't Cross? Cross deserved to have love, he deserved to have someone!...Right?

He tried to not think about it too much.

You know, that was until Ink called him “Hey Cross! Come here!”

He blinks once, then twice, looking over, a small frown on his face. What? What would Ink need right now? He had been watching stuff... he nibbles a bit of his chocolate and gets up heading over to where he knew that Ink would be. In his room, you know. Error was there too, his arms crossed in front of his chest laid out on the strings that he made into a hammock "aRe wE R-ReAlLy gOiNg tO HaV-HaAaVe tO Do tHiS? iT'S A S-StUpId iI..iDeA" Ink shushed him.

"What do you two need?" Cross asks, crossing his own arms a small frown on his face. This felt wrong, what was going on? He felt like he should leave, and they were literally the ones that called him here. Wait, why does Error have a blush on his cheeks?

"Well!" Ink starts, "We know about the fact that you have a crush on us"

"dO YoU HaVe tO Wo-oOoOoO-WoRd iT LiKe tHaT? yOu cAn't, I D-DoN'T KnOw, Sa-s-sAy iT LeSs bLuNt tHaN ThAt?" Ink chirps with a nope, causing Error to roll his eyes, huffing softly in annoyance.

Cross should leave.

He could leave right now, leave the house and they would never be able to find him again.

That's a lie, they would most likely easily be able to find him.

"How did you two get that idea?" he asks, squinting slightly with one eye that works nowadays. He had to mess up the other one for... reasons.

"tHe fAcT YoU D-Do gOoGlY EyEs aT Us w-wHeNeVeR We'rE ArOuNd" Error says, as if that's the easiest thing to figure out, and Ink adds quickly "Plus, you do stare a loootttt. It's pretty easy to tell! I think even before you knew, we knew."

Was this really happening? How the hell did they figure out? He didn't do googly eyes! He hid the attraction well, or... at least he thought he did?

Did he really not hide it that well?

"Did you just ask me to come here to tease me about it, or something?" Cross asks, trying to hide the embarrassment in his voice, which showed more annoyance than anything.

Ink rubs at his chin, thinking about it while lying on the bed that he got. Then he puts his hands together, smiling. "Not really, no. It is fun to tease you though, you get funny reactions! I like that” Ink snorts a little with his laughter, which causes Error to get just the smallest of smiles then lightly kicks the others leg, muttering something so Ink keeps going “Right! Thanks, okay soooo you wanna be part of our relationship? I missed you during all that time”

Cross didn't say anything for a few minutes, or maybe seconds, he had no idea. This wasn't for real, was it? His eye shoots between the two of them, opening and closing his hands into fists.

This wasn't happening.

He knew that this wasn't happening. Nothing this good could happen to him, could it?

"AnSwEr tHe dAmN QuEsTiOn!" Error snapped, his glitching getting worse more errors coming off of him while Ink giggles, covering his mouth with his hands. His eyes held shapes that were brightly colored. So, amusement, most likely.

Cross felt his body tense up at the sudden sound, blinking a few times. Wait, this was happening... this is really happening?

He breathes in, then out slowly, and gave a slight nod

"Great!" Ink reaches over, grabbing onto his hoodie, and tugs him into the bed causing Cross to tense up and Ink climbs to lay on top of him, plopping down humming happily shutting his eye sockets.

"bE CaReFuL, yOu mIgHt gEt hIm tOo e-eXcItEd a..A-AnD MiGhT GeT InK AlL OvEr y-yOu" Error says.

"He already does!" Ink laughs, causing Error to roll his eyes grumbling a little because wow... bad puns.

Cross wasn't quite sure what to do, yet ever so slowly, he puts his arms around the much smaller skeleton feeling his bones shaking. This wasn't... he didn't know what to do about this, but he was going to try his best not to ruin it.

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reawritesthings · 4 years

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Desert Moon | JJ Maybank

gif by @toesure

summary: As things were smooth sailing since the night you met JJ on the roof, there was no escaping the rival between Pogue V Kook.

warnings: swearing

note: since everyone has been waiting for a part two of rooftop, i finally managed to figure out a perfect ending to this one shot. let me know what you think :)

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Stealthily, JJ greeted himself into the back lawn of the house. He stood underneath the rose archway to avoid being seen by your mother who always strictly baked a batch of cookies at this given hour. He hears Topper's whiny voice loud and clear, but immediately melted away when a sweet melody escape your own mouth making JJ swoon with admiration. He darted his eyes at the roof where your bedroom window was stationed, it was open ajar which JJ thanked due to his last encounter with the roof.

When the shadows of your family washed away, JJ knew it was his time to put his Pogue skills to the test. He stably made his body onto the roof, latching on the tiles as he hoisted his body weight up. When JJ finally came into contact with your window, he poked his leg through the entrance sliding his body through hoping to be greeted by you.

"Babe? You alive?" JJ whispered whilst he chucked his boots off letting his muddy socks dissolve into the warmth of your pressed carpet.

"I'll be out in a second." You shouted from the ensuite, wrapping a towel around your body. JJ heard the knob turn smirking wide as he knew you took a shower before he arrived.

"Are you just going to stand there? Aren't you going to give your Romeo a hug?"

You nodded, running to his embrace. He let his arms wrap around your frame, pulling you into his chest as he brushed his thumb over the back of your neck. "You smell nice."

"Thanks. I needed to wash away Topper's smell of alcohol and drugs."

JJ chuckled, kissing the top of your head. "I should be dating your brother. He is more up my street."

You pulled away from his embrace causing JJ to whine wanting you close to him. "I'm kidding, baby. Are you going to come to the Kegger tonight?"

"Nope. You know I can't come."

JJ frowned but followed you towards your bed, watching you change into a loose t-shirt he gave you. "Why? We don't have to even stay long... pretty please."

You giggled, snatching the comb from your dresser. "You know Topper will be there and he can't know that I'm dating you JJ. He will kill you."

"I'm not scared of him, Y/N."

You repeated the motion to comb the knots out of your hair, walking towards him. "As much as I believe you, I can't let him hurt you."

"He won't lay a finger on me. He knows not to cross me." JJ confronted, causally moving the comb away from your hair. "I just want to show my girl off."

You stared at him for a moment, admire his indigo darts as you moved closer to him. JJ stands there offering you a simple smile watching you lean your forehead on his. You both closed your eyes, letting the fear and excitement take over you.

"Thank you." You barley say in a whisper.

"For?" He replies, his voice low and husky.

"Being the best boyfriend ever and making me happy." Your voice wavers, leaning in and began to kiss his lips. JJ cupped your cheek, gently caressing your neck with his thumb as the kiss drastically became more fiery and passionate. Your hands roamed his body, feeling his muscles tense as you did that thing he liked with your tongue. JJ indicates your body towards the bed, letting you fall gently as he ventures over your body. You pull away, breathing heavily as you stare into his lustful eyes. No words were exchanged but JJ's eyes were detailed with love and yours were filled with passion. He leaned in again but aiming his lips onto your neck letting you whimper out the anticipation of what could come next. You were ready for JJ to undress you, ready for him to feel you but the vibration from his pocket stopped him from doing so.

"I-Sorry. One sec."

You chuckled, allowing him to check his phone. "Who is it?"

"Pope. He said that John B is in trouble. I gotta go help him." JJ rambled, taking his body off yours making his way to put his shoes back on.

"Do you want me to come? I can come." You asked, lifting your body up watching JJ tie his shoes up.

"No baby. It's fine. I'll be here later to cuddle you, okay? Promise me you won't come after me." JJ pleaded, giving you one final kiss.

"I promise."

JJ quickly pecked your cheek, before he fumbled out of your window and slid down the roof to make sure he got a safe landing. You watch him run into the twilight, signing at how being with a Pogue always comes with abrupt messages and dangerous nights that JJ always has to dive into.

The night was getting colder and the mechanical sound coming from your clock made the wait time frustrating. You checked your phone and nothing new was shown; just a warning that a hurricane was approaching. You suddenly heard noises from the backyard, inching a smile as you thought JJ was here but he wasn't. It was your brother, shaking like mad as Rafe guided him towards the kitchen. You slowly crept out of your room, rolling over towards the banister to try and get the scoop of what happened. When Rafe's threat mentioned the word, pogue you darted towards your room to alert JJ.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." JJ yelled, tearing the chateau piece by piece to try and find his missing gun. "Where is it, Pope?"

Pope didn't quite understand what was happening so he shot Kiara a look but, she wasn't even paying attention.

"I lost the gun. I lost the fucking gun. I can't find it anywhere." JJ panicked, gripping his hair tightly. That was his only protection, and he managed to lose that.

"I'm sure it's at the beach. I don't even remember you picking it up, JJ." Pope stated, trying to retrace the moments of the scene but the sound of John B screams, and Topper's frantic breathing made Pope panic even more.

"I need to find that gun. It's all I hav-" JJ's words got interrupted by a loud noise coming from his phone. "Fuck, it's Y/N... Do I answer?"

Kiara nodded, "You have too. Topper probably came back home...Go to her and make sure she knows nothing. We will look for the gun."

JJ nodded, running up to Kie as he gave her a tight squeeze. "Love you." Kiara slapped his hand playfully. "Go to her."

JJ never or knew that he could run this fast, he was dodging every light, sliding pass serval cars, and fell a couple of times. He eventually climbed onto the roof, not caring about the freshly new cut that bleeds onto his skin. His fist revealed a hard knock to your window that woke you from a daydream.

"JJ. Where were you? I was worried sick about you." You hiccuped, signing in relief that he was well.

"I just had to clear things up. I'm here now, baby. I'm all good." He reassured you with a tight hug and a light kiss to your forehead. He didn't want to let you go, as the guilt was eating him alive. He didn't even want to express or tell you what happened knowing you wouldn't look at him the same as you did before.

"Is John B okay? Is everything okay?" You asked and JJ hushed you.

"Everything is okay. How about we get some sleep?" JJ hoisting you up, bringing the both of you to the bed. He slowly laid you down, admiring the t-shirt once again that fit perfectly on your body.

"God. You are so beautiful." JJ breathed, jumping on the other side of your bed.

"JJ, did anything happen between the pogues and my brother?"

JJ glued his eyes shut. He hated lying, especially to you. "Nope. Probably just a miss understanding."

You didn't respond.

"Hey, um can I ask you something?"

You turned your body to face his, brushing the hair away from his face. "Anything"

"No matter what happens you will always believe me right? You wouldn't think of me any different? Or, ever break up with me?"

You gave him a discombobulated look, trying to voice in answering his bizarre questions. "Nothing could ever make me think less of you. I love you, JJ."

That's all JJ needed to hear before he wrapped you close to his chest. You snuggled close to him as you heard his heartbeat mellow a little when you heard soft snores coming from his nose. Your eyes began to flicker finally allowing your body to rest for the night.

"Y/N, are you even listening to me?" Topper yelled from the other side of the island. He was firing harsh bullets to your heard, filling you in with the events that happened last night. You didn't want to believe him, you knew JJ, he wouldn't do something like this.

"Let me spell it out for you. Your psycho boyfriend put a gun to my fucking head. He tried to kill me." Topper emphasis the word kill, letting it linger in your brain.

"I don't believe you. JJ wouldn't do that." You defended him, you always did and will.

"He tried too kill me. Ask Kelce or Rafe."

You shook your head, you didn't believe him. "I want proof."

Topper smirked, tossing his phone towards you. "You know how to play a video, play it."

You didn't want too. You didn't want to believe him but the sounds of your boyfriend voice clarified everything. You stared at the phone, listening and watching the clip over and over again thinking it will go away but it just got worse. "That's the JJ who you are sneaking around with." "You must of provoked him. H-He wouldn't do it for a random reason." You hiccuped, throwing his phone back to him.

"Invite him over. If you really don't believe."

"I will."

You: Come over later?

JJ: You got it baby

As you were about to lock your phone, Topper twirled around and walked up to you.

"Oh and Y/N. Show him this... he was probably looking for it." Topper handed you a bag, which you immediately opened revealing a gun.

"Hey, babe. Sorry, I had trouble with getting up on the roof. You really need to get that fixed..." JJ rambled, climbing into your window. He noticed that you weren't in your room, which was strange as you texted him to meet.

"Babe?" He called again, checking to see if you were in the bathroom.

You emerged into the light, your body was trembling as you held the gun tightly in the pocket of your jumper. JJ walked towards you but stopped abruptly when you pulled the gun out. He eyed the object that you invited into the light, confused into how you managed to get his missing gun. JJ felt the lump in his throat thicken when he heard the gun rattle in your grip.

"Where did you get that...?"

You froze, "T-This is yours?"

JJ moved closer, attaching his hand onto yours as he retrieved the gun from you.

"W-Why didn't you tell me?" You said quietly, hating how your body obeyed his touch.

JJ brushed his soiled-chipped thumb across the roughness of the object like it was meant to be in his touch. "I was going to."

You shook your head, "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?"

"I couldn't."

You glued your eyes shut, forcing the tear to drown your rouge cheek. You snitched your back but the shakes vibrating around your body attacked you into asking the question you didn't want to ask. "Did you try to kill my brother?"

JJ's shaky breath drastically changed into a wash of anger that he vowed to never show you. "He was going to kill John B. Was I suppose to just let him?"

You wanted to wrap his body into your own, you wanted to melt into his skin and allow him to trace kisses over your face as you giggled for him to stop. But, that wasn't the JJ you saw standing in front of you. It was someone you were warned about in many stories that your father told you to never trust. "You weren’t supposed to do this. Not even a Kook would have done that."

"You think I had a cho-"

"There's always a choice, JJ." You asserted but regretted instantly as you knew that JJ never listened.

JJ held onto his breath, stimulating the tears that escaped his azure mess. He was guilty, it was even shown as soon as his hand reacted to the gun. Holding it like he held you, clarifying to everyone around him that it was safe and no harm would be done.

"I can't do the things you can, Y/N. I'm not a Kook, I'm a Pogue with two sets of boxers. I know a Kook wouldn't have done it. They would have probably got the police involved or their parents but, I don't have that. I barely have a family, Y/N. John B is my only family and we aren't even blood-related." JJ whispered into the air. "I made a mistake. Christ, Y/N. I'm a fucking human and I was protecting my brother."

"So, you had to do it?"

"Y/N, he was going to kill him."

"But, the way it happened... Did you really need to use a gun? Did you really not think of any other way? It seems like you wanted this, like you wanted to hurt my brother."

You saw the bewildered look on his face. "What are you talking about? I didn't have a fucking choice, Y/N."

Your tears welled up with sadness that no teenager should ever possess. You couldn't even fumble the words to respond to his statement. Your mind replayed the video, forcing you to hear the cries coming from your brother and the threats falling out of JJ's mouth. "All those times, those times where he would rally you boys up. You didn't pull a gun to his head, JJ. You let it go."

"You d-don't believe me do you?" JJ squeaked finally having the strength to look into your eyes.

"I want to, JJ."

JJ moved closer, "So, believe me..." He inched a little closer, but you stayed in gear. "Say you believe me, Y/N." He was an inch away from you, but your body didn't react like it did yesterday. It wasn't leaping into his embrace. It was frozen solid like the gun that was still safely tucked in his hand.

"T-Tell me how I fix this..?" He sobbed. "Tell me and I'll do it."

You let one final breath escape your runny nostrils, itching for your body to react, or even do anything. "G-Go. I just, go JJ."

He didn't listen. He already allowed the tears to freely drown him. His weeping was like an open wound. JJ clasped tightly onto the gun as his body shook. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his vulnerable side but you broke that the minute he saw you hold the gun; his gun. He turned his body to face your window, looking directly at the moon that brought him to you six months ago. When he, at last, turned to face you, he only saw a picture of someone he lost. He knew exactly the type as that was the same image he had left of his mother. It was the face that made your body adjust and walked towards him. The vulnerability he effortlessly showed you made you want to cuddle him, whisper that it will be okay but, it wasn't your job anymore.

"I love you, Y/N." He finally said, letting the moon drag his body out of your window as the light possessed him to not turn back. You saw his shadow leave but his presence was still there, mourning for you to rescue him but it wasn't a stitch-up situation. Your body collapsed onto the carpet where a silhouette of JJ's dirty combat boots was printed. As the last pear-shaped tear left your eyes, the moon finally shone a different way allowing you to not be reminded of the print of his shoe or the presence of his body. You grieved throughout the night, gripping onto the covers as the twilight blue vanished and a set of orange hues blinded you to make you witness a new day.

JJ's body awoke when the light stung his eyes that forced his body to react with pain that you gifted him with. He didn't dare to wake up the others as he couldn't let them see him like this. He never came home broken or rallied them with events that only he was casted in. He usually told the alcohol but, he couldn't even face the disappointment of the liquor dripping down his throat.

"Has anyone seen m- JJ? Are you good, bro?" John B rubbed his thick curly hair, still adjusting to the heavy rays of light that shined in his living room.

JJ forced his body to face John B's. He made a sudden movement that awoke Pope.

"What is going on?" Pope asked rubbing his hands onto his eyes to remove the sleep.

John B shrugged, "Ask JJ. He looks like he has seen a ghost."

"T-this is your fault," JJ whispered. John B titled his head, knowing full well that he heard something escape from JJ's lips.

"What did you say?"

JJ tucked his hand into a fist colliding his arm with the lamp. "I said, this is your fault."

Pope jumped out of his skin, quickly removing his body from the broken scene. "Dude what are you doing?"

John B knew something happened. His brotherly instincts alerted him when JJ carelessly began to throw every little item that stood in his way.

"You know it wasn't my fault. Topper was trying to drown me."

JJ let out a devilish giggle, "You just had to provoke him, didn't you? You knew I was dating his sister. You knew that I would do anything to protect you so you kept winding him up."

"He was trying to get with Sarah. My Sarah." John B yelled, grabbing the nearest object he could find to defend himself. After the events that happened last night, John B was starting to feel a void in JJ.

"This bitch has brought nothing but harm to us. She is always the priority, she always has to come first." JJ spat, looking at a recent photograph that was neatly framed on the counter.

"If it wasn't for her you wouldn't have even met Y/N. So, you should be thanking her." John B stated but JJ knew, he knew that he would have met Y/N one way or another.

"She fucking hates me, John B. She can't even look at me." JJ screamed, tears flooding his skin once again.

"I didn't ask you to put a gun to his head. That was on you."

JJ dropped his body onto the floor, witnessing the mess that he created. "I've lost the one good thing in my life because you wanted to act all tough. I lost her and, I can't get her back."

Pope being the silent force ran to JJ's fragile body, letting JJ fall back on him while Pope wrapped his body tight in his grip. "She will come around, JJ."

"S-She can't even look at me." JJ sobbed into his Pope's chest, clenching onto his t-shirt for support. Pope maneuvered his head to lock with John B's eyes, gulping his spit as he heard JJ's cries.

John B places the bat onto the table, sliding his body over to Pope's cupping the two boys into his own. "We will fix this, okay?. I'll get Sarah to talk to her.."

JJ nodded sniffling and rubbing his snort over Pope's work shirt.

"Dry cleaning is going to have a field day" Pope muttered under his breath.

"W-What do I do? I need her. I really need her."

Pope gently placed his chin on JJ's clotted hair, unsure in how to answer this question. They held him for a moment, allowing his vulnerability rage the room. A sudden wind tore the boys apart, making John B's head turn towards the door to face the intruder.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" John B asked, not evening thinking twice to let her in.

"I n-need JJ to show me how to use a gun."

Pope's eyes widened with shock, unleashing JJ from his embrace. "Come again."

"I want JJ to show me how to aim and shoot." You stated, this time you didn't stutter. "I haven't got time to play Dr. Phill. I need to know how."

JJ reframed his body, handling his hand onto the countertop to lift his body up. He didn't even believe he would ever hear you say those exact words, or even come here again.

"Y/N... I'm sorry...." JJ chocked out.

"I know. Can you show me how to use a gun?"

JJ didn't understand what he was seeing. He wanted to pour his heart out to you but the sudden shift in your eyes made him question the motive. "Why do you need to use a gun?"

"I need to make sure that my boyfriend or his friends don't get harassed again."

Pope shook his head, crawling away from the craziness that just entered the room. He didn't or think that someone liked you wanted to turn rouge. On the other hand, John B didn't even begin to process what was happening in his own home, he just let it happen like he does with everything.

"When do you wanna start?" JJ asked, walking up to you.

Pope waved his hand drastically in JJ's face, splitting the two apart. "Why are you encouraging this? Please don't turn her into a Bonnie, we prefer her as the sweet magnolia."

You revealed a slight smirk onto your lips. "Exactly. You can use my sweet ass to scary the Kooks away."

Pope wasn't following. "You want JJ to teach you to hold a gun so you can scare your brother and his friends away?"

You nodded, "It's not that hard Pope. It's like a movie we once saw once."

Pope pleaded his gaze to find John B's who was occupied with a bottle of beer. "Y'all people are crazy. How are you okay with this? I need new friends."

JJ rolled his eyes at his frantic friend, pushing him into a tight embrace. "When do you wanna start, magnolia?"

"Right now."

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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Eggs and Pollywogs

This is the final ficlet I’ll be posting for my Nixie AU. Not because I won’t write anything else for it or anything like that, but because I’m going to be focusing my writing attention for the Nixie AU into making a multichap! I’m hoping to finish a couple of my WIPs before I start posting the Nixie AU multichap (which I’m titling “Amphibious Tendencies”), so it might be a little while. But I’m excited to clean up and expand my lil ficlets and make it into a multichap.

But I was already working on this ficlet, and since the last one ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, I finished this up so that y’all could have some Quality Egg Content. Enjoy.

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Water splashed Stan’s face. He sat up, spluttering.

“Good. Yer with us,” Fiddleford said flatly. Stan wiped the water out of his eyes. “Yer lil faintin’ spell made Angie cry.”

“Fidds, that’s a lie!” Angie protested.

“You cried.”

“I have a lot of emotions right now,” Angie argued. Stan got to his feet. Angie reached for his hand. She brushed her thumb across his fingers. “You all right, darlin’?”

“Yeah, I think- I think I am.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck. He swallowed. “So, uh, the egg in the jar, it’s-”

“Your offspring, yes,” Ford said. At some point while Stan was passed out, Ford had obtained the jar and was looking intently at the egg floating within it. “Hmm. I wonder if all nixie eggs are this cherry blossom color.”

“Cherry blossom? Ford, it’s fucking pink,” Stan said.

“I was specifying the shade of pink.”

“Whatever.” Stan turned his attention back to Angie. “Did you- did you lay it or something?” Angie nodded. “That had to have sucked.” Angie laughed softly.

“It most certainly did. I wouldn’t have disappeared fer so long fer no reason.”

“I suspect that it should hatch in a handful of months,” Ford interjected. “Shorter than the regular human gestation of nine months, but longer than the regular frog gestation of a month or two at most.” Angie rolled her eyes.

“I know how long it takes frog eggs to hatch, Stanford. I’ve got a doctorate in herpetology.”

“Thank god,” Stan muttered. “We’re gonna need your expert smarts when the kid hatches.” He grimaced. “My kid’s gonna hatch from an egg.”

“I’m sorry,” Angie said quietly.

“Why?”

“Yer kid’s goin’ to hatch from an egg ‘cause I’m the mother.”

“You being the mom is a good thing, Ang. I’m glad I’m having a kid with you,” Stan said. Angie smiled.

“Did you lay any others?” Ford asked. Angie sighed.

“No. Just the one.”

“Odd. Water sprites like nixies tend to spawn. Maybe you only laid one because it has a human for a father. Or maybe because you aren’t a full-blooded nixie.”

“Spawn,” Stan croaked, his voice cracking.

“Okay, that’s it.” Angie took the jar from Ford.

“Hey! I was examining that!”

“‘That’ happens to be my child,” Angie snarled. “You can examine my baby when I say it’s okay. And right now, my child, my boyfriend, and I are goin’ to find somewhere private. It’s darn difficult to have a serious conversation about us bein’ parents with ya interruptin’ every minute.”

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Stan and Angie walked down the dock. It was the middle of the day, so they weren’t alone at the lake, but they had decided it was still a better place to talk than the house. They sat down at the end of the dock, their legs dangling over the edge.

“Can I, uh, can I see the egg?” Stan asked quietly. Angie handed over the jar. Stan removed the lid to look more closely at his unborn child.

Not really unborn. She’s gonna hatch, so, unhatched, I guess.

“Are you all right?” Angie asked, just as quiet as Stan. Stan nodded.

“Yeah. I’m just, uh, trying to, y’know, come to terms with this. I didn’t even know if I’d be able to have kids with you, since you’re a frog,” he said. Angie chuckled softly. “And now…now I’m gonna have a daughter.”

“Wait. Daughter?” Angie asked.

“The egg’s pink. It’s gonna be a girl,” Stan said, matter-of-fact. Angie stared at him. “You’ve heard of pink going with girls and blue going with boys before, right?”

“I- yes, but I highly doubt that’ll translate in this way,” Angie said.

“I’ve got a feeling about it.”

“Hmm.”

“My gut feelings are never wrong, Ang,” Stan said firmly. “We’re gonna have a little girl.”

“Well, there is a 50% chance yer right,” Angie said after a moment. She reached for Stan’s hand and laced her fingers with his. “Do ya have any idea what names ya like?”

“Molly,” Stan said immediately. Angie quirked a small smile.

“Ya had that one locked and loaded.”

“I’ve wanted to be a dad since I was a teenager. I’ve thought about what I wanna name my kids,” Stan said with a shrug. Angie’s smile broadened.

“I like Molly, too. And if the lil one turns out to be a boy…”

“It’s a girl.”

“Ya don’t want to hear what I think we should name our son?” Angie asked.

“I mean, it’s not necessary, but go for it.”

“I was thinkin’ we could name him after you. Stan Junior.”

“I- you- you wanna name your kid after me?” Stan croaked. Angie leaned against him.

“Our kid, darlin’. Not mine. Ours. Why wouldn’t he be named after his father?” she said tenderly. Tears sprang to Stan’s eyes. He brushed them away roughly.

“Yeah,” he choked out. “Yeah, that sounds- that sounds good.” Angie stroked Stan’s cheek. “I don’t think we should still be living with Fidds and Ford when the kid hatches.”

“I reckon yer right ‘bout that.” Angie’s eyes widened. “Oh! So, durin’ my time explorin’ the lake, I stumbled across somethin’ incredible.”

“What?”

“There’s some nice-lookin’ caves behind the falls. There’s plenty of room fer a full fam’ly to live there. And there’s even some natural pools of water fer eggs or nixies to sleep in.”

“Huh.” Stan thought on that for a moment. “We wouldn’t have to pay rent.”

“Nope.” Angie rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t know if it’s a good long-term solution, but I think it’s definitely a decent one fer right now.”

“Yeah, and it’s better than living with our brothers…” Stan grinned at Angie. “I think that we can live in a cave like frogs.”

Angie beamed.

-----

Stan watched anxiously as Ford removed the egg from its jar to examine it. Every instinct he had was screaming to rip the egg out of Ford’s hands. Ford gently set the egg into a bowl of water.

“She’s getting very large,” Ford commented. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Really? You, too?”

“The egg is the color associated with femininity.”

“Assignin’ pink ‘n blue to gender is a human construct, Stanford,” Angie said shortly. She, Stan, and Ford were in the basement lab at the house, where Ford and Angie were making their regular observations tracking the egg’s development. Angie was the one who suggested that Ford track the egg’s development with her, an opportunity he jumped at.

“I suppose we’ll find out when she hatches.” Ford carefully turned the egg over. Stan winced. “You’ll need a larger jar to transport her soon.” Angie sighed.

“Here’s the thing. I can’t find any bigger jars. I think that this is the last time I’ll be able to bring the egg over. From now on, it’ll have to stay in the cave pool.”

“Nope!” a voice said. Everyone looked over. Fiddleford had arrived, carrying something. He strode over to Angie. “I whipped somethin’ up fer ya.” He handed the item to Angie. She looked it over doubtfully.

“Uh, a tote bag?” Angie asked. Fiddleford chuckled.

“That’s just one of its uses. It’s multi-functional, o’ course.”

“Of course,” Stan muttered. Fiddleford ignored him.

“Think of it as a portable version of the tank I made fer ya. When ya zip up the top, it’ll keep water in perfectly, without any spillin’. Ya can carry it over yer shoulder, on yer back, or even on yer front.” Angie looked up curiously. Fiddleford beamed. “That’s the best part, I think. If ya wear it on yer front and tuck it under yer clothes, it’ll give the impression yer expectin’.”

“That’s actually a great idea,” Stan said. “Angie and I have been getting a bit worried about people noticing we have a kid when she was never pregnant.” He waved a hand. “Sure, adoption exists, but there’s no way the kid won’t have either my nose or Angie’s. She’s gonna look like us.”

“Thank you, Fidds,” Angie said. She smiled. “This really is great.” Fiddleford’s smile broadened further.

“Speaking of which traits your daughter is going to get…” Ford said slowly. Fiddleford frowned.

“What makes ya think the pollywog’s goin’ to be a girl?” he asked. Angie sighed.

“Stan and Ford are stuck on the egg bein’ pink.”

“Stanford, that don’t mean jack.”

“In my professional opinion-” Ford started, his voice rising.

“What were ya goin’ to say about traits?” Angie interrupted.

“I- ahem.” Ford cleared his throat. “I wonder which traits from which forms will pass down.” Angie frowned thoughtfully.

“Elaborate.”

“In your native form, you are blonde, like Fiddleford,” Ford said, gesturing to Angie’s caramel-colored hair. Stan rolled his eyes.

“The guy who said my kid’s egg is ‘cherry blossom’ thinks Angie and Fiddleford have the same hair color,” he muttered. Ford blinked.

“They’re both blonde.”

“Yeah, but in different ways.”

“Stanford, ignore him,” Fiddleford said. “Finish yer thought, please.”

“Right. As I was saying, Angie, you are blonde when in human form, but as a nixie, you have black hair. I’m curious as to whether your daughter will have black hair or blonde hair as a human.”

“Or brown hair,” Angie said. Ford frowned.

“Why would she have brown hair?” he asked. Stan cupped his hands around his mouth.

“Dumbass, I’m the kid’s dad!” he shouted.

“Ah. Yes. Fair point.” Ford looked at Stan with some concern. “Are you all right?”

“No, my genius brother is an idiot,” Stan retorted, crossing his arms.

“Not-” Ford huffed. “Your voice sounds…off. Do you have a frog in your throat?”

“That’s racist,” Angie mumbled.

“I mean, I don’t have a frog in my throat right now,” Stan said. Fiddleford and Angie turned beet red. After a moment, Ford flushed as well. Stan snickered. “Nah, I think that I’m just getting used to living behind the waterfall.”

“Why would that alter your voice?” Ford asked. Stan shrugged.

“I mean, I haven’t been able to fully dry off since we moved there. Don’t you get sick if you stay wet?”

“Not necessarily,” Ford said.

“He’s fine,” Angie said. “Can we please finish lookin’ at the egg? I’m eager to try this here bag Fidds made.”

“Yes, of course.” Ford and Angie turned their attention back to the egg. Fiddleford joined them as well. Stan leaned against the wall, deciding to observe from a distance. He uncrossed an arm to scratch his neck, unaware of the thin slime that briefly oozed from the itch.

-----

“Stan!” Stan looked up from his attempts to shave, using one of the cave pools as a mirror. Angie beamed broadly at him. “C’mere!” Stan wiped his face clean, got up, and joined Angie at the pool she had designated for the egg. “Look!” She pointed at the egg.

“Uh, what am I looking at?” Stan asked.

“The lil pollywog is swimmin’ in the egg!” Angie gushed. Stan sat down and leaned in to look closely at the egg. His eyes widened. Sure enough, the dark speck inside the egg was moving. “I reckon it’s a bit like when someone pregnant first feels their baby kickin’.”

“Yeah.”

“I’d say that we’ve only got a couple months ‘fore the lil one hatches.”

“Wow, that soon?”

“Yep.”

“Damn.” Stan smiled as he watched the tadpole swimming around inside its egg. “Holy Moses, I’m gonna be a dad soon,” he said quietly. His eyes widened. “I’m gonna be a dad, but I’m not married.”

“Oh,” Angie said, sounding surprised. “That’s right. We ain’t married.”

“We should probably do that at some point,” Stan said. Angie laughed softly. “What?”

“I’m just imaginin’ my fam’ly gettin’ invitations to a wedding where they haven’t even heard of the groom ‘fore.”

“Wait.”

“Oh. Oh no.” Stan and Angie stared at each other. “I never told my fam’ly ‘bout ya.”

“We’ve been dating for months! We’re gonna be parents soon!”

“I- well-” Angie spluttered. “Have you told yer fam’ly ‘bout me?” she shot back.

“Touché. But you talk to your family a lot more than I talk to mine.”

“Yeah.” Angie rubbed the back of her neck nervously. “There’s just- a lot has happened very quickly. We first met a lil over a year ago, ‘member?”

“That was only a year ago?”

“A bit more,” Angie corrected.

“Still.” Stan looked back at the egg. “Damn. We moved fast.”

“Apparently.” Angie groaned, kneading her forehead. “Oh, Lord. They’re all goin’ to blow their gaskets.”

“Especially when you mention the kid,” Stan pointed out. Angie groaned louder. “I wonder how easily we’ll be able to get the kid to look human…” After a moment, Angie nodded.

“Good point. Maybe we wait to mention we have a child until that child can hide its gills.”

-----

Stan scowled as he watched Lute stare at the egg. Angie had called her family to let them know she had a serious boyfriend about a month ago. Earlier that week, her older brother, Lute, had showed up determined to find out Stan’s “intentions” with his younger sister. Before Stan knew what was happening, Lute had discovered Angie was a nixie, as well as the existence of the egg.

And now, he’s in my home, gaping at my unhatched kid like it’s the star freak in a sideshow. Stan cleared his throat.

“All right, are you satisfied?” he asked tartly. Lute nodded, still staring at the egg. “Great. Now-”

“Is it s’pposed to be movin’?” Lute interrupted. Everyone looked over at the egg. Sure enough, it was rocking back and forth in the small pool. Stan looked at Angie. Her eyes were wide. She quickly got into the pool with the egg.

“Are you all right, honey?” she asked quietly, stroking the egg. The egg rocked more violently as the tadpole pushed against the membrane. Then, before their eyes, a tear formed. “Oh my- oh my goodness.” The tadpole slid out of the egg, into the water. Stan fell to his knees by the side of the pool.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. Ford, Fiddleford, and Lute knelt as well.

“I think we just watched our new niece or nephew get born,” Ford commented. The freshly hatched tadpole, the size of a human newborn, was swimming happily around the pool. Unlike Angie, whose nixie skin was green, the tadpole had mottled brown skin, and, like a regular tadpole, had a tail instead of legs. “Angie, is your child male or female?”

“I, uh, I’m not sure,” Angie said after a moment. She caught the tadpole with her arms, hugging it close. “Determining sex of amphibians isn’t easy to do.” Stan sat down and dangled his legs in the pool.

“C’mere, Ang.” Angie came over, still holding the tadpole. Stan looked down at his child, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Most of the tadpole’s features in nixie form were very similar to Angie’s. There were a couple differences, namely that the tadpole’s nose looked like Angie’s human one, not her nixie one. The only other difference aside from skin color, was the tadpole’s eye color. Brown, not blue. Stan smiled.

The kid’s got my eyes.

“Hey, kiddo,” Stan said quietly. The tadpole looked up at him curiously. “I might be a human, but I’m still your dad, got it?” The tadpole blinked. “Good work, babe. The kid’s just as gorgeous as you are.” Angie chuckled softly. Stan leaned over and kissed her. The moment his lips touched Angie’s, a strange prickling sensation spread across Stan’s skin.

“What in the-” Lute muttered. Ford swore softly. Stan broke off the kiss to look at their audience.

“What, you’ve never seen a guy kiss his gal?” he demanded. His eyes widened at the suddenly much lower pitch to his voice, as well as the change in tone. Fiddleford and Lute’s jaws dropped.

“Ya don’t sound like a smoker no more,” Lute said after a moment. He gestured to Stan. “Maybe it has somethin’ to do with whatever just happened to yer skin.”

“My skin?” Stan looked down at his hands. His jaw dropped. His skin was soft and slimy like Angie’s, mottled brown like their tadpole’s. “Uh…”

“I warned you, Stanley,” Ford said. Stan looked up at his twin. To his surprise, Ford looked more amused than upset. “I warned you that if you continued to interact with Angie in nixie form, you would become a magical creature yourself.”

“That’s what just happened?” Lute asked. “But he don’t look anything like Angie or the, uh, the pollywog! His skin and voice changed, that’s all.”

“Okay, I need to get a good look at myself,” Stan muttered. Angie scooted away so that Stan could use the pool to look at his reflection. Stan leaned over, staring at the water. Like Lute had said, his features had remained the same, though his skin was now of the same texture as Angie and the tadpole. His face and the front of his body were a pale brown, with dark brown mottling around his sides. “I look like the missing link between myself and Angie.” Angie snickered softly.

“This is just an intermediate stage,” Ford said. “I have no doubts that you’ll soon complete your transformation into a nixie.”

“Huh.” Stan looked up at Angie. “Guess you don’t get to hog all the fresh bait now.”

“Pardon?” Lute asked. Stan looked over his shoulder.

“You’re still here?” he drawled. Lute scowled.

“Stan’s got a point,” Angie said. “Would the three of you mind leaving us alone for some quality time with our little pollywog?” Ford, Fiddleford, and Lute got up.

“Ya best bring that lil one of ya over first thing tomorrow, okay?” Fiddleford instructed. Stan waved a hand airily, noting absently that thin webbing stretched between his otherwise unchanged fingers.

“Yeah, yeah. Now, beat it.” Their brothers left. Stan looked at Angie. He winked. “Hey, babe.” Angie giggled. Stan removed his clothes and slid into the pool with Angie. Angie, still holding the tadpole, scooted over to be next to Stan.

“Given your color and the little one’s color, I wonder if our kidlet might be a boy,” Angie said, stroking the tadpole.

“Are you sure?”

“No. But it’s our best lead. So until we have some other piece of evidence, should we call the kidlet our son?” Angie asked. Stan grinned.

“I’ve always wanted a son, so, I’m down for it.”

“Hmm, or maybe you’re just happy because the name we came up with for a boy was Stan Junior,” Angie teased. She kissed his cheek. Stan felt another strange tingling, but this time, concentrated around his hands and feet. He looked down at his hands. They were now large and webbed like Angie’s. “Whoops.”

“Eh. I’m gonna turn all nixie at some point,” Stan said with a shrug. He looped an arm around Angie’s shoulders. She leaned against him. Stan stroked his son’s bald head. “Junior, I’m glad you’re here,” he said quietly. Angie smiled.

“So am I.”

#I'm sooooooo excited to turn this into a multichap y'all have no idea #but I'm going to finish at least one WIP before then. maybe two. we'll see. I've got some irons in the fire at the moment #(btw yes. Stan does pass out after he sees the egg that is his kid lmao)#Nixie AU #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Angie McGucket #Stangie #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks #(btw the things that are mentioned to have occurred but don't actually appear in the ficlet?#I'll be writing those things and scenes out for the multichap #just in case anyone was wondering why there are a few more summaries than I usually do in my writes)

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isthataneren · 4 years

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Nightmare

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

Warnings: some cussing, fluff, Kuroo lol

Word Count: 1,200+

Summary: You had a nightmare and Kuroo said nope.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your chest heaving slightly as you tried to regain your breath.

Well, you thought dryly, still struggling to breathe, that was horrible.

This was your second nightmare in two days. That damn horror movie has been haunting your dreams ever since Kuroo made you watch it and as much as you hated to admit it, you were really scared.

A thump from the living room caused you to suck in a breath, your mind going haywire while also simultaneously shutting down. You knew it was probably your cat but that didn’t stop you from tearing up slightly. Damn you and your sensitivity to things at night.

After around thirty more minutes of lying in bed, failing to fall back asleep and jumping at every sound, you decided enough was enough. Grabbing your phone from beside you, you went to your contacts. Your finger hovered over Kuroo’s name. What if he made fun of you? No... As much as he loves to do that, he wouldn’t if he knew you were genuinely scared. But he also had a tendency to make a big deal out of things when it came to you, which is why you didn’t call him the night before. You had other people you could contact, but Kuroo made you feel safe, even if he was the one to suggest the movie. After a couple of seconds of thinking, you pressed call.

It only took about five rings for him to pick up, which slightly surprised you, since he was kind of a heavy sleeper.

“Hello?” His voice was so deep when he was half asleep holy shi-

Your voice came out as almost a whisper, “hi.”

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He now sounded more alert than before. You could hear the ruffling of his sheets as he sat up.

“I uh- I had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare? Are you okay? What was it about? Do you want me to come over? How long hav-”

You had to cut him off before he kept throwing questions at you.

“I’m okay, Tetsu... It was about that movie that we watched.”

A pause. “The horror one?”

“Obviously.” You meant to sound sarcastic but you heard another noise and involuntarily took in a sharp breath.

“I’m coming over.” He put his phone on speaker and set it down, getting out of bed and throwing on some clothes.

“No, Testu. My house is too far and it’s too late.”

“Don’t care. I’m going to let my parents know then I’ll be over. Give me an hour.”

“Tets-”

He picked his phone up again. “Nope, babe. I’m coming over. I’ll message you when I’m outside.”

You froze when he called you babe, a blush making its way up your neck. He’s been calling you that a lot lately, and yet you still can’t get used to it. Shaking yourself out of it you sighed, knowing he wouldn’t give up.

You replied softly, “Okay.”

“Hang tight till I get there, alright?”

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Alright.”

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hung up.

It actually only took about forty-five minutes until you got a message from him saying he was outside. You were about to get up to sprint through the house to unlock the door when you heard a tap on your window causing you to jolt up from the bed.

“Psst babe! It’s me.”

You relaxed when you realized it was just Kuroo. Throwing off your blanket you walked over to the window to open it.

“You scared the shit out of me Tetsu.”

He sheepishly smiled. “Sorry. I didn’t want you to have to run through the house.”

Biting your lip to keep from smiling too much you stepped aside to let Kuroo into your room. Once inside, he put the bag he brought down on the floor. You gave it a questioning look.

“What did you bring?”

“Just some clothes and stuff. I have practice in the afternoon so I brought my uniform. Oh,” he bent over and grabbed something from the bag, “I also brought you one of my hoodies, you know, to make up for being the reason for you having a nightmare.”

Raising an eyebrow, you chuckled, “You don’t have to make anything up but thank you.” You gently took the hoodie he was holding out for you, turning around to place it on your desk chair. When you turned back around you looked up at Kuroo with a soft smile.

“Thank you for coming over.”

His breathy laugh made your heart skip a beat.

“You don’t need to thank me babe.” His expression sobered slightly. “Was it just tonight that you had a nightmare? Because we watched that movie two days ago.”

It was your turn to look sheepish as you glanced off to the side.

“Uhh, no. I also had a nightmare last night too.”

He frowned before scolding you softly, “Why didn’t you call me? I would have come over then.”

“I didn’t want you to make a big deal out of it.”

He gasped. “Me? Make a big deal out of it? Never.”

You giggled as he pulled you into his arms, rocking you back and forth. He held you for a minute or so, quietly rocking you back and forth as you finally felt yourself relax for the first time in what felt like forever. When he pulled away, he took your chin in between his fingers, examining your face. He softly brushed his thumb under your eye.

“You look really tired.” He picked up his phone to check the time.

“It’s 2am. We should probably get some sleep. Do you think you’ll be able to?”

You nodded, finally realizing how tired you were. Yawning, you pulled yourself out of Kuroo’s hold and walked over to your door.

“I’m just going to use the bathroom real quick. I was too scared to go before.”

Kuroo chuckled and nodded.

“Alright, but hurry up. I want to cuddle.”

You saluted him. “Aye aye captain.”

After using the bathroom, you walked back into your room to find Kuroo on the bed, limbs spread out under the covers as he was looking at his phone.

“You know. I should stay over more often. Your bed is way more comfortable than mine.”

“You just want an excuse to stay the night with me. But yeah, I agree, your bed sucks.”

He looked at you, feigning offense. “Hey! Only I can insult my bed.”

Laughing, you jumped on top of Kuroo, wrapping your limbs around his body as best as you could above the covers.

His pout dropped as he smiled at your laughter, circling his arms around you and pulling you as close as possible. After a couple of seconds, he spoke.

“Are you not going to get under the covers?”

Humming, you nuzzled your face into his neck.

“In a minute.”

You did not, in fact, end up getting under the covers. It took you less than a minute to fall asleep.

Kuroo chuckled when he noticed this, reaching over the side of the bed to grab the blanket that you had dropped. He pulled it over you, tucking you in as best as he could without waking you up. Once he finished, he laid back, brushing the hair away from your face and pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

He sighed softly as he gazed at you before closing his eyes to sleep as well.

“You owe me better cuddles in the morning.”

A/N: Hi, yes, I’m alive. Testing is horrible and takes up too much time lol. Anyways I’m back and wrote this in one sitting so I hope it’s not too bad. Hope you enjoy!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo testuro #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo scenarios #anime scenarios #anime #anime imagines #haikyuu fluff #fluff

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writteninkat · 3 years

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xiii - hypocrite

w/c - 3,299

"god, it's brutal out here"

index

You squint your eyes open, blinking a few times to allow your eyes to adjust to the blinding lights. You look around you, feeling a sense of deja vu as you take in the white walls and white ceilings. Your father stands just a few feet away from you talking with someone who seems like the doctor.

“Unless she gets proper training on how to use her quirk, she’ll be fainting every time she uses at least fifty percent-“ The doctor’s eyes shift to you, noticing that you’ve awakened. H clears his throat, furrowing his brows at your father, lowering his voice into a more ushered tone. “Her quirk is too powerful for her body. I don’t know what that child had gone through, but all I can guess is that it must have been very painful for her quirk to enhance this much. You hav two options here, Mr. Kawamata; you either get her to stop using her quirk like that for the rest of her life or you get someone to teach her how to control it.”

The doctor leaves with a heavy ambience in the room and you watch as your father’s shoulders physically drop. “Are you finally regretting all the bullshit you did to me back when I was a child?” You ask, pushing yourself to sit up. Your father quickly turns around, smile stretching across your face to see you’ve awakened.

He steps towards you and you quickly hold up a hand to stop him in his tracks, not wanting a hug from him nor do you want him to be closer than three feet from you. “How long was I out?” You ask.

“About three hours. The doc says you will be discharged tomorrow-“

“If I can be discharged tomorrow then I can be discharged right now. There’s only a few hours difference.” You begin to pull at you IV tube only for your father’s much bigger hands to stop you. “Didn’t I tell you to-“

“You can deny me and reject me as much as you want, Y/n. But I am still your father and I’m worrying about your health.” He speaks in an assertive, dominating voice which pulls out the childhood fear you have in you. He’s always spoken to you like this back then, especially back then. You have no idea where this sudden change of heart came from but you don’t want anything to do with it, or him.

“I’ll contact a close friend of mine to be in charge of your quirk training. This way you will be able to control your quirk better and-“

“No way.”

Your father raises a questioning brow at you.

“I came to Japan because I knew you were here. Not because I wanted to be close to you but because I want to prove to you that I can become a respected and powerful hero without your help.” You grit your teeth, “when I was still a child, I expressed to you multiple times how much I wanted to be a hero and you turned that down every single time.”

You stand up, ripping the IV tube out of your skin, feeling the warmth of your blood slowly drop down your knuckles and fingers. “Well now you don’t get to meddle with my goals and dreams anymore, considering how much you’ve stomped on them my whole childhood.”

You quickly grab your phone, dialing a number you’ve memorized before you went home. It rings once, twice- “Hello this is The Endeavor Agency, how may I help you?”

You raise your brow, not expecting them to pick up since it was an hour past midnight. “Hello, it’s Y/n L/n. I’m calling to accept the recruitment offer you guys sent?”

“Of course miss L/n! We’ll send an email over to you in a bit regarding the schedules and information about the week long interning with Pro-Hero Endeavor. Thank you for choosing us!“

“Oh, and I’m sorry for calling this late. Something came ups and I didn’t have enough time to call.”

“it’s quite alright miss. then.“

You end the call, waving your hand up to get the attention of a taxi cab. You quickly get in, blinking your drowsiness away. You turn on your cellphone, feeling a wave of guilt hit you at the numerous missed calls you have on discord- presumably from Shinsou.

You: hey, sorry I didn’t play with you. Stress did me dirty and I passed out lol

You: I promise we’ll play soon, not now though, we’ll both be busy with interning

Shiin_s0u: u alright?

You: why aren’t you asleep?

You: yeah I am, just rlly tired

shiin_s0u: kinda fucked up my sleep schedule this week lmao

shiin_s0u: it’s ok we’ll have free schedules after the interning I think

You: fingers crossed

shiin_s0u: I’ll leave you to sleep

shiin_s0u: night lol

You: night

You look up from your phone, virtually paying the driver before getting off the car. By the time you reach your apartment, you barely have enough energy to walk towards your room, so you drop yourself onto the couch instead, allowing the heavy feeling of languor encase you in its arms.

“Are you sure you’ll be alright on your own? You. Know, no matter how much we both loath that man he’s rich enough to have multiple cars that offer a comfortable ride to-“

“Mom. Please.” Your mother grows quiet as you sigh, “I’ve ridden a train on my own before.”

“I just wanna make sure you’ll be safe.“

“Yes, I know, thanks but I’ll be able to handle myself. Now I gotta go, I should have started walking to the train station half an hour ago.”

You bid farewell to your mother before ending the call, as you make your way down the building, your eye catches as black car with the windows tinted all over.

“Excuse me, miss Y/n L/n, we’re here to pick you up. We are-“ The man in the black suit starts, only for you to cut him off by bringing your hand up. “If you’re here on Mr. Kawamata’s orders, I would like you send him a message from me. Tell him to suck a dick.” You nod before you start walking away, taking out your headphones from your pocket proving to be a real struggle as you hold onto your stroller with your other hand.

“No, Miss L/n, we’re here because Pro-Hero Endeavor sent us.” You stop walking, turning at the balls of your feet and pushing the luggage towards him. “Well why didn’t you say so!” You chirp, stepping in the car.

You plugged in your earphones, allowing music to consume you as you leaned your head back on the seat, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to be lost in the cage of music. you stir awake not that long after, rubbing your eyes when you notice the car had stopped moving. You step out of the vehicle, whistling lowly as you took in the luxurious sky scraper in front of you with the front entrance decorated with a stylized flaming E for Endeavor.

You step in, allowing the man in the suit to carry your luggage for you as well as lead you to where you can only assume is the direction to the hero’s office. You’re greeted by a secretary right outside huge wooden double doors before she speaks into a telephone saying you’ve arrived. A stoic and deep voice tells her to let you in, it’s similar to how your father sounds, which causes a shiver to run up your spine.

You walk in the office, unable to quickly process just how large it is before your gaze lay on a certain two-toned boy. “Shoto?” You call out, making the boy turn around to face you. “Y/n? What are you doing at my father’s agency?” He ask, your jaw almost touch the floor with how big your mouth opened. “Your father own this?” You ask motioning around to the gigantic office.

You make your way towards him, feeling your stomach drop at the same large man that stood beside your father back at the sports festival. He opens his mouth to speak only for you to raise your hands in surrender.

“Nope, nope. I already know where this is going-“

“L/n your father has instructed me to teach you to control your quirk.” He starts only for you to clench your jaw. “I despise that man with all my heart. why the hell are you taking orders from him?”

“That man is the president of the hero association. He’s also a dear friend to me who I owe something to. To pay him back, he says I’ll have to take you under my wing. It’ll be beneficial to you; you’ll be able to fight better and control your power more.”

You huff and cross your arms at the idea, not wanting to argue with someone who made correct points. The help won’t be from your father anyways, it’s Endeavor who’s teaching you. Right?

“Well then, the two of you get ready. I’ll show you what a hero is.”

You quickly put on your hero suit, putting on your mask before meeting with the two guys outside the agency. the sun had already set and the winds are getting colder by the minute.

You and Shoto walk side by side, looking around the city as Endeavor continues to babble about being a hero and such.

Your heads snap towards the direction of the loud explosion near by, not having to think twice before all three of you start running towards the direction. You stop at your tracks at the sight of the same experiment you encountered back in UA, the walking biohazard named Nomu.

You look around you, noticing you’ve lost Endeavor and Shoto. You grit your teeth at the sight of the disgusting thing in front of you. You deploy your claymore as citizens begin screaming and running for their lives.

“Hey, kid! Get out of there! It’s not safe!” An officer yells at you as he helps an old granny back up to her feet. You look to your side, the blue neon lines on your mask glowing in the dark. “You continue helping granny away from here.” You put more power onto your claymore, allowing blue flames to start appearing on the thick blade. “I’ll handle this.”

You jump towards the monster, swinging your blade at it. It holds its hands up, blocking your attack as it moves its leg up to kick you in the stomach. You grunt, using your sword to push yourself off of it and back onto the ground.

It keeps its eyes you, charging the second it sees you staying still. You use your speed quirk, running around and towards its back, slashing your blade successfully at it. You smile, finally being able to drop an attack on it. Your smile a second later at the sight of the wound healing immediately, watching in disgust as the muscles patch themselves together.

It turns around, causing you to get on fighting stance. As it charges at you and as you ready yourself, large flames begin to surround its body, causing it to screech in pain. It falls to the ground moments later, showing you an irritated Shoto.

“Midoriya just texted me, they need help!” He yells, running towards an alley to which you follow immediately right after. Shoto looks down at his phone screen as you follow right behind him, coming to a halt at the loud of things crashing and Izuku yelling.

At the sight of a man in wrapped in shredded bandages with two katanas in hand, along with Tenya, a hero and Izuku unable to move close to him, Shoto uses his fire to force the villain back and away from the guys.

You run over towards them, pointing your claymore at the villain who tilts his head to the side. You hear Shoto scolding Izuku for not explaining the urgency of the situation because he could have gotten here sooner if he didn’t need to decode the green-haired boy’s message since he only sent his location.

Shoto sends his ice at the killer once more who continues to evade the boy’s attacks, standing on store signs instead as he looks down at you all, presumably trying to read the situation.

“Don’t let him ingest your blood! It will paralyze you!” Izuku yells, your head whipping back at the villain’s direction who looks like he’s about to lick on something on his blade. You those your claymore at him, causing him to let go of his katana and fall back.

You use your quirk to quickly run over to him, kicking him back onto the ground even before he can touch it, adding more pressure to his fall.

“Stop it, you guys! I inherited Ingenium’s name, I should be the one to stop the hero killer-“

“Quit yer yapping, Tenya!” You growl, deploying a scythe. “You say that but do you think your brother would have wanted you to do this?! We may not be close at all, hell, I only know your name but if your brother is as great of a hero as you say he is, he would want you to be a hero without such dark intentions in your heart!” You yell, your heart clenching as you feel your stomach twist at how hypocritical you sound right now.

Shoto creates a wall of ice, but Stain slashes through it. You jump towards the villain, swinging your scythe at him as he uses two daggers to repel your weapon. The two of you exchange blows before he suddenly lets go of his daggers, grabbing onto the handle of your scythe as he pulls you towards him, lifting you up by the weapon as he throws you upwards, causing you to lose your balance as you are thrown behind him.

Stain runs over to Shoto, stabbing him with throwing knives before moving over him. Before he can stab the boy from above, Izuku unexpectedly grabs him and tackles him away.

“Midoriya! I’ll support you-“

“Not so fast you two-toned bastard.” You growl, walking past him with the your trusty claymore in your hands. “You’re injured. Izuku and I will be able to fight him. Just stay up and watch over Iida and that hero.” You say, pointing your thumb back to where the two were as you point your blade towards the villain.

Stain runs over to Izuku, catching the boy off guard as you use your speed to run in between them, shielding Izuku from the villain with your sword. “I got your back!” You yell, pushing the villain away from you with your sword as Izuku runs over to his back, about to throw one of his ridiculously strong punches. Right before he can throw a blow at the villain, Stain jumps away, evading the attack as it hits you instead.

You quickly use your sword to block the gust of wind and power punched towards you as Izuku yells an apology. You click your tongue, “Couldn’t you stop being a klutz for just one minute?!” You yells, running over to Stain, swinging your sword towards him. He evades the attack once more, watching as your slice creates a large and deep slash on the cemented ground as well as the buildings behind him.

“What strong power locked inside a small body. I don’t think any of that belongs to you.” The villain smiles to which you frown at. “It was given and forcefully put inside me without my consent. But now it’s part of me, and I’m now naming it mine.” Your voice sounds powerful as you transfer more of your power onto your claymore, blue flames once again appearing on the blade.

“Come on, little villain.” You smile sinisterly, neon blue lines begin appearing all over your body, catching Izuku off guard. I shouldn’t be doing this, I might pass out again. But as my mother always said, there’s no gain without a little pain. You thought to yourself, once again leaving an after image of yourself in front of the villain as you strike him a scorching blow from behind.

“How the hell did you get behind me-“ Your claymore disappears from your grasp as fingerless gloves wrap themselves around your fists. You grab him by the face, slamming him onto the ground as your grip tightens around his head. “You’re supposed to be the infamous hero killer! Don’t tell me you’ll let a sixteen year-old child break you like this!” You yell, stepping onto his arms as you pull his head up only to smash it back down to the ground.

Smash his head open

No, no, make it so that he won’t be able to walk even after he heals up!

He’s killed many people, hasn’t he? So doesn’t he deserve death a thousand times over?

“That’s right! He does deserve death a thousand times over!” You yell, your hand never stopping as you continue bashing his head onto the ground. “Y/n, stop! We have to bring him over to the heroes alive for interrogation!” Iida yells as you feel arms wrap around from under your shoulders, pulling you away from the bloody villain. “Stop, stop! Y/n! Stain’s unconscious now!” Izuku snaps you out of your daze as the blue lines begin to disappear from your face. You look around, feeling your heart about to jump right out of your chest as you look at your palm, feeling a shudder pass down your spine at the sight of blood all over it.

You let the boys tie the villain up with some rope they found in the dumpster. All of you begin to walk towards the Main Street, Iida walking right beside you. “What was that back there?” He asks, his eyes staying up front.

“I have no idea what you mean.” You shrug your shoulders, not wanting to talk about this anymore. “Okay, let me rephrase my question. /Who/ was that back there?” You stop at your tracks, keeping your eyes on the ground as you clench your fists together. “Her name is Y/n L/n but she’s also none of your business.” You say before you continue walking straight.

When you finally step out of the alley way, the hero that had been injured with Iida offers to carry Izuku on his back, claiming its the least he can do after being saved by you all. A short yellow man comes kicking Izuku on his face, as he gives Izuku an angry lecture.

You hear a group of heroes begin running your way, “Endeavor told us there was request for help here but… children?”

“Those injuries look bad, I’ll call an ambulance right away.”

“Hey, look!” One motions at Stain as another gasps, “Is that… the hero killer?”

As the adults begin contacting for help, Iida walks over to the three of you, bowing. “You guys, got hurt because of me. I’m truly sorry. I was just so angry I couldn’t… see anything else.” Your heart ached for Iida as you watched his tears drop to the ground, staining them wet. You sigh, walking over to him, propping him to stand up straight. You pull him into a hug, allowing him to sob harder on your shoulder.

You whisper calming hushes onto his ear as you stroked his head- something your mother would do to you whenever you felt negative about yourself. “It’s okay, Tenya. From now on, just remember to be good always. Always have kindness in your heart no matter what.”

Hypocrite. You’re the personification of the word hypocrite.

I know. You sigh to yourself, I know.

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Descent: Chapter 3

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Leon only thought he was the most powerful trainer in Galar...

He never battled you though.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

So I was trying to find a badass gif... there are none our boy is a floof. I gave up and used the most ridiculous one I could find. Enjoy!

Chapter 3: Off with Her Head

The smirk on your lips is almost sinister as you regard the groaning Leon across from you. You delicately sip your coffee while Leon lays face down on the kitchen table. Who would have thought that the Unbeatable Champion Leon is a lightweight? It had only taken a shot and a couple of beers for Leon to be tipsy and yet the moment that Miles bought the whole bar another round ‘in honor of his new friend Leon’ you knew this would be it. That final shot had knocked the former champion out. You had struggled to get him back to your car since he was practically dead weight at that point. Also, very affectionate… Apparently, Leon is a very affectionate drunk and had it been anyone other than Leon latching onto you for hugs and cuddles you would have thought there was a hidden agenda. But honestly, you just believed that Leon enjoyed affection and you weren’t that mad at how his solid body had felt pressed against you last night. You won’t tell him that though.

His hair is mussed up from the number of times he’s run his fingers through it. Another groan escapes his lips as you push the pain killers and water closer to him, the sound of the glass on the table apparently too much for him to bear.

“You have a surprisingly low tolerance for someone of your height and build.”

You hear him grumble something incoherent under his breath in annoyance, but you pay him no mind.

“You need to deal with yourself Ace, we have training to do!” You sing the last part loudly, mostly just to snicker at the groan of pain and the light thud of his head hitting the table again. You laugh outright when the thud is followed by curses.

“Language, Mr. Former Champ! You wouldn’t want your fan club to hear such profanities come from such a pretty mouth.”

You glance over your shoulder to see the scowl on his lips and his glare. You send him a sly smile in answer before you head out of the room, “Be in the car in twenty minutes!” you call over your shoulder as you do.

You hear a sigh from the kitchen and repress your giggle as you head to your room to get ready. Having not known where Leon lives, you had just simply brought him home with you and laid him out in your guest bedroom. You would be annoyed at the late start if not for the glee you got from Leon’s hangover.

At half-past noon with a greasy breakfast sandwich in Leon’s hand and a warning that he will promptly be kicked out of your car if he throws up, you head down the road. Leon is wearing a pair of dark shades to protect his eyes from the bright light and despite your amusement at the situation and desire to torment him more with loud music, you need him to be able to focus, so the car ride to the training ground is mostly silent. Once there Leon seems to be feeling better now that he has eaten and taken some medication. You hand him a bag filled with supplies and a large water bottle.

“Where are we going?” he asks, clearly not trusting you after the events of the night before.

“There’s a mountain over there that we will be climbing.” Glancing over at the peak in the distance he groans as he regards it.

“I’m not sure I’m up for this today…”

“Well I’m very sorry his highness got shit faced last night, but you should have stopped if you didn’t know your limit.”

Leon looks affronted before conceding that you are right. He hangs his head down in defeat before he takes the bag you gave him and puts it on his back. His team is strapped to his belt and once he seems ready you head off down the path towards the mountain.

“Do you have any other Pokemon other than the team you showed in the championships?” The question is innocent in and of itself but he seems suspicious.

“A few others why?”

“You need some variety in your team. One of the reasons you are at a disadvantage is that everyone already knows your team. You should have a few that you rotate out so there is a surprise every once in a while.”

“What about your team?” he asks suddenly.

“What about my team?” you ask glancing over your shoulder at him.

“What Pokemon do you have?” he asks curiously.

As if waiting for his moment to shine, your Gengar, Akuma, breaks free from his Pokeball and grins deviously at Leon.

Leon grins as he regards your oldest friend, “Your partner is a Gengar?” he asks happily.

You smirk as you gaze down at him fondly, “It is, Akuma has been with me for a long time. Isn’t that right Aku?” you ask him in a sweet voice. Akuma giggles but leans happily against you, demanding affection. Resting your hand on the top of his head he happily reaches up and takes your hand.

The two of you happily make your way down the trail and once you get to an open field you release the rest of your team. Leon’s eyes widen at them and their obvious adoration for you. A Salazzle with a healthy glow to her scales slides up to him first in curiosity, cocking her head from one side to the other. Next, a Toxtricity comes lumbering up behind the Salazzle with a confident smirk on his face followed closely by a curious Nidoqueen. The rest of your team is sticking close to your side and consists of a Toxapex and Dragalge. The Toxapex clearly wants nothing to do with him and the Dragalge looks like it wants to attack him, but doesn’t by wrapping itself around its trainer as a sign of protection.

Leon looks only mildly uncomfortable as he regards the Pokemon around him, “Don’t worry… they all really are quite dangerous, but very well trained.”

He sends you an unamused look as he watches the group of poison type Pokemon inspect him. When they are happy that he is of no threat to their beloved trainer they leave him alone and meander back to your side.

“Why don’t you release your team as well? They need the exercise, this is for them after all,” you encourage as you tilt your head with a smirk.

He nods, suddenly looking very serious before unleashing his team, first Charizard followed by Aegislash, Dragapult, Haxorus, Seismitoad, and Rhyperior. And despite how serious he is about training you can see how he loves and cares for his team. His team regards you and yours curiously if not a little warily. You notice how his Charizard seems to almost hover over him in concern.

“Let’s go,” you say calmly as you turn to head through the field as you make your way to the mountain in the distance. Glancing over your shoulder you check to make sure they are following you. His Dragapult glides up next to you to tentatively inspect you only to be met with a hiss from Lady, your Salazzle. The Dragapult merely narrows his eyes and hisses right back. There is a roar from Charizard and Dragapult answers by floating back over to his team.

“So you have a poison type team? Why poison?” he asks as his long strides brought him in line with you.

“They are underappreciated but dangerous. Honestly, most people shun them because they are scared or intimidated.”

“Isn’t that why you choose them? They are intimidating?”

“Nope… Aku was my first friend and everyone was always so scared of him when we were younger even though he was the best friend I could have asked for. The other kids wouldn’t let us play with them and when he evolved into a Haunter, it only got worse.”

Leon nods, “I see…so what did you do?”

You shrugged, “I decided that I was going to train and one day I found Sahara and Tsar. They were so cute and tiny at the time.”

“Sahara and Tsar?” he asks in confusion.

Your Nidoqueen lets out a roar before quieting and you chuckle at her antics, “Tsar is her mate, my Nidoking.”

His eyes widen, “You have one of each?”

You nod as Sahara nuzzles your shoulder. With a giggle, you swat her away and all of a sudden you aren’t the feared High Queen of an underground organization, you’re just a trainer with her team. Leon shakes his head trying to get that image out of his mind. He can’t forget who you really are, but despite his musings, he can’t help but see you in a slightly different light.

You both battle your way up the mountain and allow Leon to take the lead. He grows stronger with each battle but you can tell he’s holding back.

“What’s the problem?” you ask as you regard him skeptically.

“Is this really going to help?” he asks as he turns towards you his own brand of skepticism in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” you square your stance and cross your arms.

“What makes this training any different than what I do already?”

“It’s probably not,” you answer calmly.

“Then what’s the point?”

“Precisely. What is the point?” you ask.

He furrows his brows as he regards you, “To get stronger.”

“Nope. You’re already strong, you lack some stamina, but not much really. You’ve lost something though. What is it?”

He scoffs and his fists go to his hips, “You mean my title?”

“Something more important than your title.”

He frowns, “I don’t understand.”

“We are out here to find what you’ve lost,” you tilt your head as you regard him.

He grits his teeth, “The only thing that I’ve lost is my title and I’m not going to get it back out here.”

“Are you angry you’ve lost it?” you ask cooly.

He narrows his eyes, “What I’m feeling is none of your business.”

“So you are…” you murmur softly.

He looks away from you, avoiding your eyes.

“Did you know that Akuma chose me as his trainer? I was pretty isolated when I was kid, I didn’t have friends and my family didn’t really have time for me. It was all about the business,” you begin to pace back and forth in front of him as the memories flood your mind. “I would wander off and be gone for hours and no one would even know I was gone. There was an old cottage on the property and I would play inside and around it. One day there was a Gastly hiding in the shadows. He was scared and alone. No one wanted a creepy ghost type just like no one wanted to have anything to do with the little girl who lived in the house at the end of the road.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he asks in confusion.

“Because that day a little unwanted Gastly followed a little unwanted girl home and they were never alone again. Akuma has been my partner since I was a child just like I’m sure that Charizard has been there for you. Right now you need to find what you’ve lost and only you know what that is.”

“I told you! I lost my title.”

“Your title isn’t who you are. Try again.”

“Fine! If you’re so smart let’s battle!”

“You won’t win,” you say calmly.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” you say simply before you turn and walk away. “You aren’t ready to battle me.”

The ride back to your home is silent as Leon fumes beside you. You roll your eyes before you go into your house and come out with an egg.

“What’s this?” Leon asks as you hand it to him.

“It’s an egg and your new means of training,” you say calmly, leaning against the car that Leon has yet to get out of.

“You want me to raise an egg as training?” he asks incredulously.

“Yes, you will know soon enough,” you murmur cryptically as you get back into the driver’s seat to take him home.

“I don’t get it…” he murmurs gazing down at the egg in his lap.

“You have lost something, Leon, and that egg will help you find it.”

“How?” he snaps, annoyed with you.

“If I simply tell you the lesson you will learn nothing.”

He glares over at you but keeps silent the rest of the way.

“Oh, by the way…” you say as he’s about to get out of the car, “You should pack tonight.”

“Why?”

“We’re going on a bit of an adventure.”

Leon blinks at you in confusion, “Absolutely not.”

He gets out of the car and gathers his things before shutting the door. .

You roll down the window to continue your conversation, slight annoyance in your voice at his behavior, “Be packed tomorrow morning, or be unprepared because we’re going.”

“Where are we going?!” he yells through the window as you roll it up.

“You’ll see,” you say with a Cheshire grin.

The next morning dawns and with a frustrated growl you bang on Leon’s door. You know he keeps denying your calls and quite frankly you are not having it. Walking up to the door you simply pick the lock on the door and walk right in.

“You would think the Ex-Champion would have a better security system…” you murmur to yourself right as Charizard rounds the corner looking as fierce as ever. The moment he sees it’s just you, his fire dies and looks more tired than anything. Vaguely you wonder how worried he is for his trainer.

“He’s not ready is he?” you ask the large fire lizard.

He just shakes his head before leading you into the next room. You see a lump under the covers of a king sized bed with long purple hair flowing out of the top. You can’t help but think it looks a bit lonely. Such a large bed, but so empty.

“Come on, Leon,” you say in annoyance, “we have a plane to catch,”

He rolls over and blinks in annoyance at you, “I’m not getting on a plane with you.”

You roll your eyes, “And why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you. You run an underground ring of illegal Pokemon dealing.”

“Do you know who I sell those illegal Pokemon to? Your friends. I’ve made more deliveries to the people in this very apartment complex than you care to know about. The elite of Galar want what they want.”

“I don’t believe you…” he practically pouts, but you can tell that he knows.

“Listen Big Boy… You can either accept that you have made this choice, or deny it. I don’t care either way. What I do care about is my team and my reputation. You have put yourself as well as my team in danger and I expect you to do the big boy thing and deal with it. Now get up, we’re going to Kalos.”

You turn and head out the door before you hear his questions. You glance over your shoulder as a singular ‘why’ floats from the room.

“Because you need to see more of the world.”

“I’ve seen the world!” he pouts as he stumbles out of his bedroom and into the living area. You head towards his kitchen and start rummaging through his cabinets.

“What are you doing?” he asks mildly offended that you are just looking through his things, even if it is just his kitchen.

“Coffee, I would assume you would like some before we head out, perhaps breakfast as well.”

He looks less offended at your answer, probably because you were going to feed him, and directs you to his coffee and the green protein infused smoothie he usually drinks for breakfast.

“So much kale…” you murmur as you stuff hand-fulls into the blender and roll your eyes at the noise the high powered contraception makes.

Leon emerges with his bag packed looking far more put together than he did an hour ago.

“You never answered my question about why we are going to Kalos.”

“I have business and you have training,” you say putting your sunglasses on and heading towards your car. He follows along reluctantly before he throws his duffle bag into your back seat, his team strapped securely to his belt.

***

The tower in Lumiose city reaches up to the sky and for the first time you watch Leon forget about being a Champion or not being a Champion. He’s just being Leon.

“You’re welcome to wander the city and explore while I get some work done. Do you want to grab dinner when I’m finished?”

“You don’t want me to go with you?”

“No, you don’t want to go with me,” you say with a smirk, “Just enjoy the day, we’ve got some training to do tomorrow.”

“What training is that?” he asks absentmindedly as he regards the shops and restaurants around him.

“I’m taking you to a battle mansion, you’ll love it.”

“Really?” he asks, whipping his head around to face you, excitement in his eyes. You just nod with a smirk on your face as you leave him to his devices.

Walking down the streets of Lumiose city, you come to a cafe where you are to meet your contact. Negotiations are underway to set up a group in Kalos. Certain pokemon were in high demand that are native to this region. You order a coffee and sit down at one of the tables. A few moments later a man sits down across from you, his own beverage in his hand.

“(Y/N), I presume?” he speaks lowly a confident smirk on his lips. You narrow your eyes.

“Indeed.”

“Follow me, the boss is waiting for you.”

You nod before you get up and follow him into the back room where a man with blonde hair and striking green eyes awaits you. He’s wearing a silvery gray suit with a deep green dress shirt, the buttons around the collar unbuttoned and displaying a toned chest. Just enough to tease you.

“Jean, I presume?” you ask your hand gripping Aku’s Pokeball in case you need him.

“No need to be so tense! Have a seat, I love lunches with beautiful women,” he says with a smirk and flirtatious wink.

You don’t relax as you take a seat across from him and cock your head to one side, “you say that like you don’t have them often.”

“Often enough, but none quite as exquisite as you,” he purrs, offering you a bit of the food that was prepared beforehand. You know better than to eat what is before you though.

You smile sweetly before you fix him with a look, “Down to business.”

“I was hoping for a chance to get to know you.”

“There will be plenty of time for that after I’ve heard your proposal,” your tone is light and airy, amicable, but you know how the game works.

The male before you narrows his eyes minutely before he smirks, “Of course, business before pleasure, a lady after my own heart. I propose we open trade routes specifically for Litleos and Flabebe. My team will gather them in exchange for Dreepy and Applin.”

You cock your head to the side, “I don’t believe that’s a fair trade, Dreepy and Applin are significantly harder to find, especially Dreepy whereas both Litleo and Flabebe are almost common.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants and the hearts of Kalos want Applin and Dreepy,” he says with a shrug, as if it is entirely out of his hands.

“It sounds to me as if I would be getting the short end of the stick, Applin and Rookidee are moreso on par with your request.”

“And of Dreepy?”

“If you want Dreepys you will need to give me something better than Flabebe. I am already able to source them Alola.”

He scowls before his tone lightens, “What about Mega Evolutions?”

“What about them?” you ask flatly, acting far more bored than you actually are.

“You can Mega Evolve your Pokemon anytime and anywhere, there are no restrictions unlike your region’s Dynamax….”

“Go on…”

“With my help you could be uncontested.”

“Are you saying you will outfit me and my team with Mega evolution equipement?”

“Your partner is a Gengar correct? Think of the power he could have…” You do consider it. You’ve heard of the power that Pokemon that have the ability to mega evolve have. Such power...

“How many Dreepy do you want for this power?”

“One hundred,” he says without flinching.

“I will consider your proposition and get back to you within the week. I need to take it to my associates.”

“Of course!”

“I will be off then,” you say as you move to get up.

“What of your lunch?” he asks good naturedly.

“I have someone waiting for me so I really must be off.”

“Well he is very lucky then…”

You regard the man in front of you for a moment, vaguely wondering his intentions. With a single line he has made you suspicious.

“Indeed,” you say with a saccharine smile.

Leaving the cafe you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong and when you are cornered in an alleyway by the lackeys of the very man you had just spoken with you aren’t surprised. There are five of them each with their pokemon at the ready to take you on. You regard the lackeys with boredom rather than fear. As if you haven’t been ambushed before, such amateurs.

“It’s nothing personal,” comes a voice from the rooftop, “your associates are merely more cooperative.”

Glancing up you see Jean standing there gazing down at you with a wicked smirk.

“Oh? You’ve spoken to my associates?”

“Our agreement was as many Dreepy as I would like if I could get rid of their boss. I fully expected you to be dead by now my dear.”

You roll your eyes and with a flash, Akuma is standing by your side looking all the more menacing as he regards his opponents.

“You know what to do,” you say without even blinking.

Akuma giggles before he seemingly vanishes into thin air, the sound of yelps and cries of pain assault your ears as Akuma in a single blow takes out his opponents.

“I didn’t become who I am by being easy to kill, you’ll have to do better.”

“How is this for better?” he unleashes a Houndoom and with a glow of the jewel around his neck he mega evolves.

You curse under your breath as you regard the fiery dog before you.

“Akuma! Destiny Bond!” Akuma nods before he glows a deep purple.

“Crunch!”

Houndoom rushes forward landing a solid hit on Akuma who just grins and bears the pain. You grit your teeth as the Houndoom effortlessly throws Akuma away. He hits the wall before he falls to the ground. He weakly stands up before hypnotizing the Pokemon before him. Houndoom shakes his head trying to rid himself of the drowsiness, but fails and falls into a deep sleep.

“Nightmare then Hex,” you say glaring up at Jean.

He smirks at you as Akuma unleashes the attacks unto the dark type pokemon. It doesn’t do much damage but the moment that Houndoom wakes up you know it’s over. He unleashes one more attack that sends Akuma to the ground and due to the bond forged between the two of them, Houndoom falls as well.

“Very good…” purrs Jean, “You do live up to your reputation. Let’s see how well you do with my Garchomp.”

Garchomp roars as he lands before you, you pull your Dragalge, Silette, and ready her for battle.

“Do you think your little barnacle can defeat me?”

“You made a mistake siding against me,” you say calmly, ”I’m going to show you how.”

The battle is over before it’s even really begun and you know for a fact that Jean relies entirely on Mega Evolution. Once his mega evolved Pokemon has been defeated the rest of his team crumble like cake. You climb the stairs on the fire escape to reach the top of the building where Jean is standing, still shocked at what just happened. You hold out your hand and he glares at you in defiance.

“I want the band.”

“How dare you-”

A deep growl from Moxy, your Salazzle, has him handing over the band and you look at it curiously before you tuck it away.

“Who are you working with? Who wanted me dead?” you more so in annoyance than fear.

He smirks before he shrugs carelessly, “They called themselves Diamond and Clubs, they intended to pay me handsomely to take you out when they found out that you were coming for a meeting in Kalos with me.”

“I’m keeping the band as your payment for losing to me. I will give you fifty Dreepy each for Gengarite, Beedrillite and Venusaurite.”

“Your allies have turned against you, how do I know you can hold up your end of the bargain?”

“I have two hundred Dreepy waiting to be moved as we speak. I am the only one with access to the system housing them and my personal team is loyal. Whatever they hoped to pay you, I can pay more.”

“They said you were lethal, I didn’t think you would be this ruthless as well…”

“If I wasn’t dangerous, they wouldn't be trying to kill me…”

“Touché,” he says with a smirk, “I need an hour then we meet at the tower for the exchange.”

“Perfect.”

Once you are alone in a small department store you quickly head to the changing room and change your clothes and shoes. You heal your pokemon in preparation for what is to come and quickly make your way to where you are to meet Leon.

You see his long purple hair and head towards him, grabbing his arm you pull him along beside you, “Change of plan.”

“What?!”

“Clubs and Diamond are trying to kill me so we have a short amount of time to gather supplies and get to a safe house.”

“Kill you!?” he exclaims.

“Keep your voice down! I have an exchange to make, then we get out of here.”

“How are you so calm?!”

“Panicking will do nothing. We have to get to safety, they know about you so we need to stick together and get somewhere safe. I just need you to trust me on this.”

He looks serious as he nods at you.

At the base of the tower, Jean is leaning casually against it as you walk up to him. Leon is about a hundred feet away watching the whole exchange in fear. You hold out your hand and he places the bag in it with the Mega stones you asked for. You nod in acceptance as you hand him the code to the storage unit. He checks it before he nods at you.

“I hope we can do business in the future,” he says, pulling you hand up to his lips for a kiss.

“You tried to kill me…”

“Business,” he says with a shrug, “And a grave mistake obviously…”

“Obviously,” your voice gives nothing away as you gaze at him coldly.

He merely smiles pleasantly at you before you turn on your heel and walk away. A shout from Leon has you casually snapping your fingers. Hemlock, your Vileplume which was happily hiding amongst the flowers unleashes a stun spore into the air as you casually put on a gas mask. Several people, including Jean fall to the ground paralyzed.

“Thanks for the Mega Stones, your treachery will not be forgotten.”

You hear a wait leave his lips as you just roll your eyes, “In fact,” you say as you casually walk up to him ignoring the screams of the people around you, “I’ll take these.” You flip him over and pull another mega band from his wrist and upon further inspection pull a bag of mega stones out, “for payment.”

His eyes widen as you show him what you have taken before you quickly pull out a Pokeball and release a Weezing.

“Smokescreen,” you say as you step into the fog.

The entirety of the park has been thrown into chaos and if it wasn’t for the Pokemon dealers being arrested for theft then you would have had more problems to deal with.

“What happened?!” Leon asks as he dutifully looks away as you change from the clothes you had been wearing before you hand them Moxy so she can burn them. They are ashes in the wind in a moment. You put on a charming sundress and glasses as well as a bright blonde wig. Leon stops when he turns to look at you in the cheery yellow dress as you smirk at him.

“Close your mouth, Leon, you’ll attract Cutiefly,” you tilt your head to the side, “Unless that’s your intention?”

He glares half heartedly at you before he crosses his arms with a huff.

“Oh stop will you? Everything is fine!”

“He had a gun, he tried to kill you.”

You fix him with a steady look, “I knew what his intentions were the entire time, but we needed these,” you say holding up the bag of mega stones.

“What are they?” he asks, taking the bag from you.

“Mega stones, there is one for Charizard and Garchomp.”

“Huh? I don’t want these! They are stolen!”

You tilt your head, “You’re going to need them for protection and we need to get out of Kalos as fast as possible.”

He clenches his teeth as he thinks over the situation, the stress clear on his handsome face, “fine…” he concedes finally.

You hand him the band and dig out the stones before you hand them to him.

“You better buckle up Ace, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Notes: I hope you enjoyed this! It turned out much longer than expected but I doubt anyone's complaining! Please drop some love and tell me your thoughts! A thank you to my Betas Pluto and Serene!

#leon #pokemon leon #leon scenario #leon x reader #leon imagine #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon scenarios #pokemon swsh #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon sword and shield imagines

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abalonetea · 3 years

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Just Keep Breathing: Chapter One

I was partnered with @the-dot for the @originalfictionbigbang! Thank you for working with me, Dot!

Here is the first chapter! I’ve split the first 10k words between four chapters, and will be posting them all in a masterpost in just a moment!

Summary: It’s the height of storm season and everyone in Hi-Banks, Florida is getting ready for the bad weather. It should be a year like any other - but on the tails of a national pandemic, a new disaster strikes. More than one new disasters. So many disasters that Eddie Carver would like to put some of them back, thanks. He’s just a down on his luck guy living in the local trailer park with his boyfriend. He’s not interested in dealing with the revival of an old murder case - which he knows nothing about, thanks -, the storm season of the century, or…zombies?

Yeah. Absolutely not interested in the zombies.

This black-comedy follows the inner workings of a small town as they band together to survive, and the young man - reckless, mean, angry, written off b the big city folk come to look into a cold case - that might hold all of societies survival in his hands.

Forget about society. Eddie’s only interested in keeping his friends alive.

Chapter One – Hi Banks Florida

“ - increased reports of unprecedented aggression all across New York City. This is following in the wake of Mayor Alex Grand’s assault on his wife. These attacks have increased nearly ten fold in the wake of the recent vaccine’s release, prompting many to wonder if the vaccine was released too soon – should more tests have been done? Could this be a side effect of it? We have reached out to the head of the FDA, Doctor - “

The television goes to pure static, a hissing crackle of black and white fuzz. Eddie groans. “Seriously? I was watchin’ that!”

“Guess you ain’t watching it now,” says Carson, draping himself over the back of the couch. He curls an arm around Eddie’s chest, pinning him against the back of the couch. “You should be at work, anyway.”

“Penny don’t got work for me today.”

“Then you should be out working on the truck. I’m sick of walking to the docks.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. He shifts, leaning up and wrapping his own arms around Carson’s neck, tugging until his boyfriend is leaning down enough that Eddie can kiss him. “I can’t fix the truck ‘till we get a part mailed in. Penny let me use the work account.”

“Bullshit,” says Carson. “You just don’t want too.”

“It ain’t bullshit. It’s, uh, truth shit.”

“Wow.” Carson shakes off Eddie’s grip. “You worked hard on that one, huh? Whatever, don’t work on the truck. I’ve got actual work to get too.”

Eddie twists, pulling himself up so he can drape over the back of the couch. “Gonna rain today. Take an extra shirt.”

Carson says, “sure, I’ll put it in the truck so it stays dry. Oh, wait.”

And, okay, so Eddie kind of deserves that one. The truck hasn’t been running for almost a week now. This isn’t the first time that it’s stopped working. Carson bought it straight out of the local junkyard five years back, and it’s pretty much held together with duck tape – literally – and chewing gum – which might be the next step.

Eddie really is waiting on the part to come in.

The problem is that he sort of forgot to order it until yesterday.

Drooping, Eddie makes a disgruntled sound. “I’ll see if I can’t fudge it, okay? Just, I dunno, don’t get hit by lightning. The storm’s supposed to be nasty.”

“Great.” Carson shoves on one boot, then the other. “So we’re going to have no power tonight.”

“I’ll fill the tub.”

“Summer sucks ass.”

“Florida sucks ass,” corrects Eddie.

Carson thinks on it, then bobs his head in agreement. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go with that one.”

“You gonna be home for - “ The television bursts back into being with a crackle of too loud sound. Eddie swears.

The woman on TV reads off, “ - no official links between the two. Gerald Harbrinks has been arrested today for the most bizarre case of armed robbery the county has ever seen, in which he dropped his gun and instead chose to bite the cashier - “

Eddie mutes it. “Sorry. One’a these days we need to get actual cable.”

“Yeah, when toads fly,” says Carson. “You doing dinner?”

Eddie thinks about what they have in the pantry. Not much, but probably enough to throw at least half a meal together. He’s better at cooking and coming up with things than Carson is. “Yeah. You going to be back before dark?”

Carson shrugs. “How should I know? They never tell me anything. I might not even have to stay if it rains.”

“Babe, if it rains, they’re gonna make you stay out of spite, and you know it,” says Eddie, because the guy who runs the docks is kind of an ass.

Carson grunts. “Thanks for the reassurance.”

“No problem.” Eddie shuts the TV off all the way and finally pries himself up off of the couch. “So, dinner, unless we lose power. We’ll have to hit up Red’s. He’s got that grill or whatever.”

He sways his way over to his boyfriend, plasters himself against Carson’s front and schmoozes his way in for a kiss. Carson curls an arm around him for a moment, then makes a face. “Come on, man. I gotta at least get down there before the rain starts or I won’t make shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” says Eddie. “Get outta here. Don’t get drowned or nothing.”

* * *

Hi Banks, Florida is the sort of place you’re born into, you slog through, and then you die in. And mostly, the people are okay with that. Why leave a good thing, right? Or maybe it’s more that the people born into Hi Banks just have a hard time getting together the chance to leave.

The trailer park is on the backside of town, filled up with old mobile homes and trailers parked up on cinder blocks. The paths between homes flood any time it rains and Eddie makes a point of sloshing his way through the puddles until the inside of his sneakers are soaked and his stained up jeans are covered in mud. Splash! Slosh! Splat!

The Calloway’s have added a new pick up truck to the collection of cars sitting out front. Eddie would bet it’s like the rest of their vehicles and the engine doesn’t actually roll over. Not that he can say too much on that front, considering his own truck.

If there’s any chance that he can trick the thing into running, he needs another quart of oil and – well, it is his fault that Carson’s going to have to walk home in the rain later, so Eddie figures he’ll pick up a box of swiss rolls while he’s out. Swiss rolls are Carson’s favorite.

Sweets in general are his favorite, but whatever.

So he sloshes his way through the trailer park and out onto the long, main road that cuts through the center of town. If you keep going long enough in one direction, it will take you to the highway. Keep going long enough in the other, you’ll hit the swamps.

There’s just the one commercially owned grocery store in the whole town. The parking lot is mostly empty, which isn’t a surprise considering it’s the middle of a Monday, and also about to cut loose. The wind’s started to pick up and everything, clouds dark and violent overhead. Eddie scurries into the shop, muttering a brief ‘hey’ to Annie Green when he passes her counter and heads towards the back.

Fitz is curled over the meat case muttering under his breath to himself, which is less unusual than it sounds. Eddie opts not to wave at him, and instead just goes for the cake aisle. It’s so picked over that it’s ridiculous. There aren’t any swiss rolls so he grabs the oatmeal cookies instead.

No doubt that the milk and bread aisles are already empty, to go with the alarmingly small amount of paper product. Up at the check out, he asks Anne, “you seen Roy come in yet today? He owes me ten bucks.”

“Nope.” The machine beeps when Anne scans the box of cookies. “Is Ftiz still back at the meat? I swear, he’s been in here for an hour.”

“Yeah. Maybe he’s stocking up on it.”

“Even Fitz isn’t stupid enough to stock up on meat right before we’re due for hurricane season.” Anne holds out her hand and Eddie fishes a crumpled five from his back pocket to pass over. “You talk to him?”

“Nope.”

Anne heaves out a sigh. “Great. Guess I can walk back and deal with it. If he’s drunk - “

“If he’s drunk, call his wife. She’ll have his ass for drinking that much this early in the day.”

Anne snorts. “Yeah, she will.”

Eddie shifts from one foot to the next, peering out the glass front doors. It’s still raining hard outside. “You think this is gonna light up any time soon?”

“Supposed to rain all evening. I’m surprised that they haven’t canceled work at the docks,” says Anne.

“Ugh. Great. Just, double bag them, I guess. I have to walk back in this.”

Anne doubles the bag and Eddie steps back out into the deluge. He’s soaked in a matter of minutes.

* * *

“Fucking Hell!” Eddie shakes himself off as he steps into the trailer. He fumbles around in the dark for the first few minutes, stripping out of his sodden clothes and down to his equally sodden boxers. Still swearing, he drops the bag of soaked oatmeal cookies onto the counter and flips on the light switch for the kitchen.

Nothing happens.

Eddie swears louder.

There’s the sound of something shuffling about from the bedroom. Eddie grabs the natty tea towel off the front of the stove handle and uses it to wipe off his face. “That you, babe?”

No answer. The shuffling sound gets closer. Eddie rolls his eyes and attempts to pat himself dry with the hand towel. It has a mixed amount of success in actually accomplishing anything.

“I got you cookies. They should be dry. Cause of the plastic and stuff?”

Still no answer. Eddie mutters under his breath. Fine, he’ll just have the cookies himself.

He pops open the plastic wrapper and pulls out a handful of them, carrying them over to the couch – where he finds Carson stretched out, massive headphones in, and a blanket pulled down over him.

“What the Hell, man.” Eddie kicks the couch base. “Move your legs.”

Carson grumbles and slides his headphones out. “When did you get back?”

“Like, five minutes ago. I went to get you cakes, but they didn’t have none.” He passes Carson a cookie instead. “You could’ve said something when you came out of the bedroom.”

Carson squints at him. “What are you talking about?”

Something in the bedroom is knocked over. CRASH. Eddie jerks, spinning around and squinting into the dark of the trailer. “So, uh, that’s not you.”

“Of course it ain’t me,” says Carson. He shoves the blanket onto the back of the couch, swings his legs over the cushions, and leverages himself up. There’s a bat by the front door. Eddie grabs it and passes it to Carson, because he’s tiny and Carson’s not.

“Chicken,” mutters Carson, but he doesn’t look thrilled to have to go deal with this. “We got that flashlight in the kitchen?”

“Batteries are dead,” says Eddie.

“Great. Storm season, and we’ve got bad batteries.”

“Pretty sure that’s not a hurricane breaking stuff in our bedroom, babe.”

Carson shoots Eddie an unimpressed look. “No duh.”

They make their way to the little off shooting bedroom, Eddie tucked close to Carson’s back. It’s at least still early enough in the evening that wane, yellow light creeps in through the nearby window. Carson presses a hand to the door, pulls in a deep breath, and shoves it open.

What happens next happens fast: there’s motion from the over turned bedside table. Carson swings with the bat, effectively smashing their lamp to pieces. The neighbor’s fat, orange tabby cat gives an indignant hiss and jumps onto the bed, then out through the nearby busted window. There’s glass all over everything, from the lamp and the window, and rain has blown in from the storm soaking the bed and the table in equal parts. The carpet nearby squishes loudly when Carson takes a step.

“Oh,” says Eddie. “Window’s broke.”

Carson drops the bat onto the ground. “That’s it. We’re going to Red’s.”

#wip jkb #my writing #zombies #original fiction big bang #writeblr

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chocojjk · 4 years

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For A Moment

summary: If you knew from the start that there is no forever, will you still choose to love?

words: 8.6k

a/n: Hello friends, long time no see :( ... This is long overdue and I’m not even gonna make up any excuses because honestly I just had no time and no motivation to find time. However, with the recent events, I was finally able to finish this au and I am excited for you guys to read it!

I tried to edit it as much as possible but my head started hurting lol

Also, this was inspired by the movie Hello, Love, Goodbye

one.

You were a busy person. Your life a constant battle between yourself and your phone alarm, ordering you of your next tasks at hand. In your world, time is important. Time is gold. But when you met him, for a moment, time just stopped.

“Hi,” he says, giving you a sweet smile.

“Welcome to the Timebeam, what can I get you?” you reply, your customer service voice barely there, seeming as this time of the night everyone is either too drunk to notice or too happy to even care. No one comes here for a good conversation anyway, everyones only here for 3 things: get drunk, have fun, and get laid.

Timebeam was a very popular bar in your city that you so happened to work in. Don’t get me wrong, you could care less about the alcohol that surrounds you but the job pays well and the tip is insanely crazy - people tend to be rash when they’re drunk and well, you needed the money.

“Well, I- uhm, was hoping I could get your number,” he replies, the smile still on his face.

“No,” you shot back as quickly as his question left his mouth.

“Why not?” he asked, confusion evidently laced in his voice. You can tell that the boy in front of you wasn’t used to someone rejecting him. Typical. But if he wanted someone so bad, then he shouldn't be asking the most sober person in the room.

“What would you need my number for?” you retorted.

“I wanted to get to know you better, maybe take you out on a date,” he replied, this time a smirk playing on his lips. He knew you had to be the slightest bit interested if you were still talking to him. He was sure you were going to give in eventually. Besides, like a typical boy, he enjoyed a challenge.

“I'm a very busy person “Mr.-” “Bang, Bang Chan,” he chimed in, reaching his hand out to shake yours in which you gladly accepted. I mean come on, you are still clocked in and the number one rule in customer service is to always keep your customers satisfied.

“Nice to meet you sir, like I said, I'm a very busy person, I don't have time to get to know people, let alone go on dates with them. So I suggest you order something or find a different conquest for the night because all you're getting from me is a glass of alcohol of your choice,” you declared, finishing it off with a small smile.

He was about to reply to you when suddenly a man came slurring in, pushing him out of the way.

“8 sh-shots of uh.. your b-best vodka,”

“Yes sir, which table are you in?”

“Table number…uh...9 i think, i don't know just look for me,”

“Alright sir, coming right up,” you said as you busied yourself behind the counter preparing the drinks, completely forgetting about the boy that had asked for your number. You never did find any of those interesting, always telling yourself that they're too drunk to even remember their actions and 99.9% of the time, you were right.

He observed the way you treated the customers, finding it absolutely cute how you kept a smile on your face, your voice keeping that high, cheery customer service voice. However, your eyes seem to tell a different story. A one that he wanted to know. But tonight wasn’t the night and so he made his way back to his friends.

“So did you get her number?” Minho asked, a smirk on his lips

“Nope,” he replies honestly, a huge smile on his face.

“So why are you smiling?” Jisung asked, clearly confused as to why his best friend is plastering a huge smile on his face when he has just gotten rejected.

“Wow, for the first time in history, someone dared to reject our brother??! I can't believe it!,” Changbin added, a little too loudly if one may ask. Clearly the boy was way too gone and so was the rest of them as they all bursted out in laughter, even Chan himself chuckled as he swigged the glass of beer, his eyes never leaving your figure.

Their loud ruckus, however, caused you to turn in the group's direction, locking eyes with the man himself, as he nods his drink towards you, taking a sip, and giving you the same small smile that he has been giving you all night.

two.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Another day, another dollar,” as spongebob would say.

You get up for the day, shutting off the little death machine that kills you a little bit inside every time it opens its mouth. You honestly should get used to that loud, damn thing as it screams at you 5 times a day, each ring signaling your next task at hand.

Being a part time college student and also working two jobs isn't as easy as people make it seem to be. On top of that, your family relies on you for financial support. Their business crashing has laid a huge weight on top of your shoulders. Before you only used to worry about paying for your education but now there’s just piles and piles of loans being thrown at you.

You really didn't have any other time to sneak in a date here or there - maybe after your shift in the bar but even that doesn’t end until 1 in the morning and by that time you're way too exhausted to do anything.

Besides, with your family relying on you, it's not like you can just drop everything. At least not until for the next 5 months, when you will finally be relocated to Canada to start your on the job training, working as a [insert your dream job.] The job that you actually desired. The job that you’ve been working so hard for and the job that pays so well that it will finally get your family out of the debt you owe. When that time comes you will finally be able to leave this hellhole of a place that you’ve been calling your home for the past 2 years.

In 5 months, you’ll finally live the way you want. The way you dreamed.

You just gotta get through another day until that day finally comes.

I’m sure you don't want to keep hearing about how much work you have to get done so let's fast forward, shall we?

“Hi,” he says, giving you a sweet smile.

“It’s you again,” you deadpanned, not having any time for the games he came here to play.

At this he let out a small laugh before cheerfully replying with, “what happened to ‘Welcome to Timebeam, what can I get you?’” mocking your voice from the night before, clearly teasing you.

With a sigh, you rolled your eyes before letting out a, “Welcome to Timebeam, what can I get you?” as you plastered the fakest smile you could ever give. He clearly found this amusing as his laughter rang loudly around the room, you swear it was even louder than the music that everyone was dancing to. Unexpectedly, you found yourself laughing along with him, causing him to stop and stare at you, a smile playing on his lips.

“Have a drink with me?” he pleaded

“Can’t drink on the job,” you replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Technically...you're not on the job anymore… it's 1 pm,” he points out, flashing you a smile

“And how would YOU know that?” you questioned, one eyebrow going up, hands crossed against your chest.

“Believe it or not i'm a very observant person, I noticed how you left right when the clock struck 1 last night,” he states proudly

“Oh so you're stalking me,” you challenged him, this time a smirk making its way onto your face making him laugh.

“Have a drink with me.” he ordered, obviously not asking anymore.

“Will you finally leave me alone if I do?”

And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way that you’ve been missing the feeling of another body against yours but the next thing you know you find yourself walking into a motel room, your hands tangled in his hair, the taste of the bitter whiskey that you guys drowned evident on his plumped lips that were working its way against yours, pieces of clothing disappearing all over the room.

As things continue to get heated, you start tracing kisses from his neck, making your way down. However, in the midst of it all, before you got too lost in the feeling that he was giving you, you broke down. Chan stares at the wall ahead, the romantic mood in the air quickly disappearing as soon as he hears your cries. Honestly, he has no idea what to do. This was definitely one of the most awkward hookups he has ever encountered. Was he supposed to hug you? comfort you? Because let's be real here, he definitely did not come for that. As you regain your composure, you utter a soft, “sorry,” before putting your shirt back on and running out of there ashamed, leaving Chan half naked and confused to the scene that unfolded before him.

After a couple of minutes of composing himself, he walks back out into the busy city of Seoul, not expecting to see you sitting on the bench outside of the building, looking out at the lake that surrounds it. For a second, the city seemed to stop, the sound of the bustling cars and busy people all being drawn out as he takes a good look at you, your features being etched onto his mind.

What was it about you?

He can't seem to figure it out but he did know that you looked sad, and he never leaves a hook up without the girl feeling satisfied. So maybe it wasn't in the way he intended, but he will make you feel good.

three.

“So tell me, did I smell THAT bad that it led you to cry?” he jokes, trying to get you to laugh yet all he received was a stoic stare.

You felt him take a seat beside you, the cold air slightly getting warmer. “You know the drill right? None of the things that happened back there was real. It was just a spur of the moment thing and we’ll both go back to living our lives th-”

“Wait, wait, wait, what exactly happened back there?” he says his eyebrows raised, a cheeky smile on his lips

“I'm just saying that none of those feelings were real.”

“Trust me, I didn't have feelings there…but you..you seemed to have a lot,” he says teasingly, obviously hinting at the way you just cried and ran. You ignored it though, not really in the mood to talk about the scene that just took place as you were embarrassed enough and so you put on your strong front like you always do.

“Good. Because I’m telling you now that I’m not interested. And whatever happened will never happen again. So you can leave me alone now and move on to your next girl.”

“W-ow,” he says, holding a hand to his heart before letting out a laugh. “So this is how it feels…” he pondered out loud.

You give him a look, seeming to say, ‘how does what feel?’

“You see, I’ve just never been on this side before. I’m usually the one who pushes the girls away, the one who breaks it off. You know...this actually hurts a bit.” he states.

‘Psh of course he was,’ you thought to yourself. The boy's cocky behavior was evident from the start so of course his pride would hurt a bit now that he has been rejected but you remained from making any comments. You let the silence wash over the two of you, the only sound coming were from the small waves the lake was creating. For some reason, him just sitting next to you made you feel a little less lonely and so you basked in this moment of peace before it ended.

“You know...if you want...you can talk to me about it,” he says, finally breaking off the silence.

“What makes you think I would talk about my feelings to a complete stranger?” you shot back, really not understanding what the boy had in mind.

“Well you see, that's the beauty of it,” he says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sensing that you still weren't convinced, he continued, “i’m a complete stranger, right?”

“Right.” you deadpanly replied

“Which means at the end of the day, my thoughts and my opinions don't matter to you... which also means you can open up to me because, well...one, i wont judge and two, even if i did, why would you even care what i think?... since i'm a stranger and all,” he explains, urging you to start sharing.

You stare at him for a bit, thinking to yourself if it was a smart idea to go along with what the boy has said.

“...or you can just keep staring at me like that, i don't mind it at all,” he says with a cheeky smile on his face as he turns to you. However you didn't look away, instead you examined his face even more, noticing the dimples that were coming out to play and the way that his eyes seem to smile along with his lips. He was definitely the type of man you’d fall for and if things weren’t how they were now, then maybe you would allow yourself to fall. Finally, straying your eyes off of him, you look back into the ocean.

“I’m just so tired..i-i want to have control. For once in my life, I want to live my life for myself and not for anyone else,” you mumbled.

He had a point. He is no one to you, just a stranger - a stranger that you would never have to talk to again. So why should you care how you look, why should you care enough to act strong?

And so you exploded, “I'm tired of always acting strong for everyone. I’m tired of pretending I’m fine with what's happening in my life. I’m tired of being compared to the people around me, reminding me that I’m not even nowhere close to where I want to be...i just..i just want to be happy,” all the feelings that you’ve kept to yourself finally tumbling out. Your tears flowing freely down your cheeks but you could care less. It felt good to finally say those words out loud. It might seem silly but just saying it out loud felt like a huge weight was taken off your shoulders.

He listens to your rant, wondering to himself how this broken girl in front of him still seems to be the most beautiful one he’s seen. The way your tears started falling, making your eyes glassy and your nose starting to get that hint of the color red… it was all beautiful to him. But the most beautiful of all were your words and the way you spoke. Out of all the strangers out there, he was the one lucky enough to be given the chance to meet you. The real you. No fake smiles, no cheery voice, just the painful words that finally matched the eyes he first met with.

After your long awaited confessions, he let the silence take over for a second before saying, “I want to have my own music studio,” he says, looking out at the ocean. “I want people to look at me and take me seriously…I want to show my dad how successful I can be without his help and his money,” he continues.

You realize now that opening up to him was one of the best things you could do. Because just like what he said, he didn’t judge you, hell, he didn’t even state his opinion. He just let you say what you were feeling...nothing more, nothing less.

He then stood up, standing on the ledge that separates him and the lake, raising his arms up like he was about to fly, he yelled out a loud, “I want to be happy!!!” and you swear the whole entire city could hear him but you could not have cared any less as your feet started making their way towards him, joining him on the ledge, as both of you started yelling out your wishes.

“Let’s work towards our dreams, yeah?” he says, turning to look at you, his eyes beady yet beautiful. It was like looking at the skies filled with twinkling stars, and his smile - wide and evident and all you could do was nod and mirror his expression.

four.

After some time, you guys finally got tired of screaming into the cold air. Sitting side by side on the ledge, you start a new conversation with him. After all, you guys are just strangers, it wouldn’t hurt you to know a little more about the guy in front of you.

“Have you ever been in love, Chan?” you ask, catching him off guard. He wasn’t expecting you to ask him any questions, hell, he wasn’t even expecting you to say goodbye. He thought you were just gonna get up, leave, and continue your life without acknowledging the scene that just happened.

“Why do you ask?” he replies, curious as to why you were suddenly interested in him.

“You just don’t seem like the type,” you answered honestly. Chan scoffs at this and you suddenly feel bad for asking but before you could apologize, he replied, “of course i’ve been in love, i am still human after all”

“What happened?” you ask. In a way, you're not quite sure why you kept asking him questions you're not that interested in knowing the answers to. All you know is that you don't want this night to end quite yet.

“I told her I loved her,” he expressed, his eyes immediately finding interest in his jeans as his fingers started to fiddle with the watch that seemed to be made specifically for his wrist.

“and then what happened?” you wondered what could possibly happen to turn Chan into the playboy that he seemed to be.

“Thats what happened,” he countered “I told her i loved her and she got scared and left, told me that she wasn’t expecting that to happen…i-i didn't know that that's how easy it was to scare a girl away, but now I do,” he says snickering.

“It's my party trick now, if i know i'm not interested, all i have to say is ‘i love you’,” he concluded, finishing his rambling.

“I love you.” you replied quickly, hoping that this will finally make him walk away and end this night because you couldn't find the courage to do so.

Upon hearing your words, he lets out a small giggle, “I’m sorry but…I don’t love you. I'm staying right here.”

five.

It’s been two weeks since that night and you haven’t seen the stranger that made such an impact on you. In the two weeks that have gone, you sometimes find yourself walking home through the path that passes the bench, hoping to even get the smallest glance of him. However, much to your dismay, you were always greeted with an empty bench, cold air nipping at your skin and the boy nowhere to be seen.

His friends were here though. Seated at their usual table, you go up to them as soon as you clock out, “Hi, I was wondering if you guys have seen Chan around?”

They all snicker at the sound of his name stumbling out of your lips and you immediately regret even asking in the first place until a voice coming from behind you breaks your thoughts, “hey stranger,” he says, his soft honey voice filling your ears and calming you down, the same way they did two weeks ago. As you turn to face him, you notice the same dimpled smile he was wearing, something that you didn’t realize you've missed seeing until now. You utter out a small, “hi,” as you slowly walk towards him.

He notices that you were out of your work clothes, your jacket in hand, “you wanna get out of here?” he asks quietly, for only the two of you to hear. All you could do was let out a small nod as he took his hands in yours. Pulling the two of you out of the bar, he waves to his group of friends to signal that he was leaving as his friends' cheers slowly diminished with every step. Chan never told them what happened that night so they assumed that you were just back for a second round with Mr. Bang, as they like to call him when he’s out doing his thing.

You guys ended up at a ramen place a couple of blocks down the bar. This part of Seoul is always alive so it didn’t take long for the two of you to find a place to settle in.

“So… why were you looking for me?”

He asked the question that you hoped you didn’t have to answer because frankly, you don’t even know the answer either.

The reason why you opened up to him in the first place was because he was a stranger to you. You never expected to be here, at 1:30 in the morning, eating a bowl of noodles and ruining your schedule for the brown-eyed, curly-headed man seated in front of you. If you were to be completely honest with yourself at this moment, you would say it was worth it. Instead however, you inhaled the ramen in front of you, choosing not to answer the question he laid out.

Chan, on the other hand, couldn’t help but let out a small smile. He could feel how flustered you were with him catching you red handed, asking his friends about him. Though you chose to ignore his question, he couldn’t be happier that he was given another moment to be with you and so he ate his ramen in silence, only the sounds of the busy streets can be heard around the two of you.

“I realized I never got the chance to thank you,” you say as soon as the last bit of noodle disappeared into your mouth.

“Thank me for what?” he says, eyebrows raised.

“Well, two weeks ago, a boy went up to me at the bar expecting to score but instead had to listen to me talk about all my problems,” you say, smiling sheepishly. “I want to thank that boy for letting me express my thoughts and not judging me for a single one,” you continue, your eyes avoiding contact with his. You aren’t the type to be so upfront with your feelings, usually choosing to bottle it all up, so saying all these things out loud were quite hard for you.

“I think the boy would say you’re welcome and that if you ever need another night like that then all you need to do is exchange numbers with him so you can easily reach him whenever you want,” he says, his small smile coming out to play.

“Is that your way of asking me for my number?” you teased

“maybe,” he replies, letting out a small smirk as he hands you his phone.

After inputting your number into his phone, you looked up at him, “i love you,” you say jokingly.

Chan, quickly remembering what you are referring to, replied with a “sorry, i still don't love you,” and all you could do was let out a laugh.

He quickly joins you, your guys’ laughter mixing in with the sound of the busy streets and Chan swears that he’s never heard anything more beautiful.

six.

‘Where are you right now?’

A text on your phone read, coming from the one and only Bang Chan.

‘At home, why?’

‘I got you coffee :)’

Your heart stops a beat. Something that you find has been frequently happening ever since Chan stopped being a stranger. Ever since that night, you and Chan have been texting non-stop. However, you’re very much aware that this could never develop into something more than it is now as the days you had left in this city were starting to diminish and Chan knew that as well. You told him about it through text one night. Explaining to him that once you’re done with school, you would be making your way to Canada to finally start the life that you’ve been dreaming of.

At first, Chan was angry at the world for letting him meet you just to take you away a couple months after. However, he never let it be known to you as he acted nonchalant, like the information you spread out to him didn’t just hurt him. He contemplated whether or not he should allow himself to get more attached, but after a day of not talking to you he realized that he already was. Which brings us to now with Chan standing outside of your apartment, choosing to sacrifice his whole heart out on the line just so he can still be with you. After all, you guys don't have forever.

Quickly glancing out your apartment window, there he was, a black beanie on his head paired with his regular black hoodie and jeans, your cup of coffee sitting right in between his hands, the only thing that's providing him any source of warmth in the cold air. You made your way out of your room as quickly as possible so that you could finally let him in.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver,” you say as you take a sip from the cup of coffee that he handed to you.

“Still stressed about the big test, huh?” he commented, taking a seat on your bed that was right next to your study table.

“Yeah, I just can't seem to understand this topic,” you replied, letting out a frustrated sigh, “like, I’ve read it over and over again and it's just so… so complicated!... my professor never went over this in class so i don't understand why it's even on the test to begin with,” you cursed, a frown making its way upon your face.

“Let me take a look at it,” Chan extends his hands out, reaching for your notebook as you give him a questioning look.

“Ok y/n, im smarter than I look,” he scoffs as you put your hands up in defense, “i didn't say anything!”

“You didn’t have to, your face says it all,” he bickered as you uttered out a soft sorry and slumped down on your chair, choosing to focus on the coffee cup instead while Chan read your notes.

“Oh this is easy! I could teach you!” he exclaimed as your eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

“Are you serious!? Chan please tell me you're not joking, you're literally my last hope!” you say dramatically, quickly rushing to his side so that he can finally start explaining to you the topic that you've been trying to make sense of for the past 3 hours.

1 hr later

“... and that’s how you do it,” he declared.

“holy shit, you’re amazing,” you say excitedly, “i cannot believe i've spent so much time on this for it to be that simple! ugh! I love you!,” you continue, the buzz from the coffee and the happiness from finally understanding something that has left you puzzled for hours letting you feel like you're on cloud nine.

Too caught up in your feelings of accomplishment, you didn’t even notice the way Chan didn't retort with his famous, “i don't love you,” line but instead was looking at you like you held all the stars in the world in your fingertips.

seven.

“You’re texting y/n again huh?” Felix chimes in as he walks into the apartment that he shared with Chan and Minho.

“How’d you know?” Chan asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

“You’re literally grinning like a child on christmas day,” Minho teases, the smirk on his lips getting wider with every second.

“Man, you’re whipped,” Felix jokes as he and Minho erupted into a series of laughter, never expecting this day to come especially with the reputation that Chan had.

“But bro, let me remind you that y/n is leaving soon,” Minho points out, his responsible side kicking in. They’re very much aware of the situation at hand and he knows that once you leave then they’ll be the ones to have to pick up the pieces. That was something that none of the boys were looking forward to. They’ve all seen Chan at his worst, all experiencing the day Chan fell in love for the first time and was left broken hearted, morphing into the playboy that he is, or was, until he met you. It felt like a repeat of history to them. As much as they wanted to like you they couldn’t allow themselves to get attached to you the way that Chan already has. However, they still supported the two of you and whatever the hell your guys’ relationship was. The both of you chose not to put any type of label on it as there would honestly be no use since you were eventually going to leave.

“What if...what if I can show her that she doesn’t need to move away to be successful?” Chan wondered. Actually he’s been thinking about it for a few days now.

“And how exactly are you gonna do that?” Felix questioned curiosity getting the best of him. As much as possible he wants to help his friend, who is practically like a brother to him. If there was any way to get you to stay then he would very much contribute to the plan.

On the other hand, Minho was more of a realist, “She’s been wanting to leave years before she even met you, you think a boy would change that decision for her?”

See, in this whole situation Felix and Minho were like the devil and angel on Chan’s shoulders. One was always a ray of light, allowing him to have hope while the other was always harsh and truthful, reminding him of reality. You can choose who’s playing the part.

“I just- maybe...maybe if i show her that she can have everything that she's been dreaming of here, then she’ll stay,” Chan continues, “I can make things easier for her like bringing her food when she needs it, i’ll help her find a better job so she doesn’t have to strain herself all the time, hell, if that’s not enough, I’ll even reach out to my dad if I have to.”

Chan and his father’s relationship was an iffy one. They used to be close until Chan decided that he would be pursuing music instead of the law career that his dad has been trying to implement on him ever since he was young. Obviously, it didn’t end well for the pair. His dad’s pride was crushed as he was always gloating about how his eldest son would be taking over the firm soon. Eventually the atmosphere in the house became so thick that Chan decided to move out, only meeting up with them during the holidays.

But for you, he’s willing to move past that. He was willing to give up his dignity if it meant a forever with you was possible. He felt like he finally found the missing piece in his life and the thought of having to let it go without even putting up a fight just doesn’t sit right with him. Chan was desperate and as soon as the other boys heard his proposition, they immediately knew how important you actually were to him.

“I think it could work,” Felix exclaims, cracking a smile out of Chan however it was short lived as Minho followed shortly after, “but is that what she wants?”

eight.

2 months. That’s the remaining time he had with you. Chan felt like he was in the fourth stage of the Kubler-Ross grief cycle even though he hasn’t even lost you. From the day you met at the bar to now, the past 3 months of his life have been the most thrilling and heart racing moments he has ever had. Laughing with you, eating with you, just being with you is always the best part of his day.

Lately it’s been harder for the two of you to meet up though as Chan was busy with his music career. After multiple days of you ordering the DJ in Timebeam to play Chan’s music, a producer finally took interest in the music he has been making and gave him a chance to work with them.

Even though this meant taking up the time that you two had together, you couldn’t be prouder. After countless nights of deep talks with him, you knew that this was his dream. You supported him from a distance and listened to him talk about the experience every night, his voice becoming your daily lullaby. For Chan, it was a sign from the universe. Something that was telling him that if he really lands this as his permanent job then he will be able to help you financially, meaning that you didn’t have to go.

You were staying in his apartment for the night as you missed the presence of the boy so you decided to just do all your studying there. What was that phrase? Killing two birds with one stone.

“Dinners ready,” he says, popping his head in calmly so as to not disrupt you. “Ok, i'll be there in a sec,” you acknowledged as you finish the last bit of your essay. Honestly, you thought that you were just going to end netflix and chilling with Chan so you pat yourself in the back, feeling proud that you actually accomplished the assignment that you had to do.

Eventually you take the seat in front of Chan, ready to dig into the spaghetti that he has prepared but before you could even transfer some to your plate, he stops you, “nu-uh wait,” he says, lightly smacking your hand away from the plate, leaving you with a pout. He laughs at you before placing a soft kiss upon your rosy lips, giving you a feeling that you just can’t seem to get over and then heading to the fridge to grab the bottle of wine that he was cooling. It was just you and Chan tonight, the other boys going out to Timebeam, as usual.

“What's up with the fancy wine?” you say teasingly, “are you trying to get into my pants because i'm pretty sure that already happened,” you conclude, emitting a laugh from the both of you.

“Well…I got the job and I wanted to celebrate a little,” he beamed, his smile widening with every second.

“oh my god?!! That's amazing!!” you cheered, immediately jumping up to give him the biggest hug your tiny frame could muster.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he expressed as you kissed him all over, your heart bursting of happiness for the boy in front of you. He did it. He is finally going to be able to live out his dream.

“We should probably eat now before the spaghetti gets cold,” he says in chuckles as you kiss him once more on the lips before going back to your seats. The two of you talk about your days as you guys ate, really savoring this heartfelt moment.

“So I was thinking,” Chan hesitated, “what if you don’t move to Canada?”

And with that one small sentence, the light hearted air suddenly turned thick. Slowly placing your fork down, you stare at the black shirt Chan was wearing, trying to process the words that just came out of his mouth.

“wh-what?” you say, your voice faltering.

“I did it y/n… I got the job, i-i can help you and your family, i-”

“When did I say yes to that?” you ask sternly. The cheerful mood completely diminishing into thin air.

“Well, you don’t have to say yes, I’ll do it for you in a heartbeat-” the boy says, his heart completely filled with pure intentions but you were furious.

“You don’t get to decide things for me, Chan.”

“please, y/n,” he begged as he cautiously reached out for your hand however you removed it off the table as soon as you noticed, your eyes still refusing his gaze.

“y/n I love you, I did all this for us,” Chan continues, noticing that he is now speaking to the girl that he met that night. He was not going to let you shut all your emotions down. You, on the other hand, recognizes the effect that the boy had in you and you knew that once you stared at those brown eyes of his then you were done for - you’d give up everything and you could not be that weak. Not after everything you’ve gone through to get to where you are.

“If you love me then why are you making me choose?” you questioned, unsure of how to feel at the moment.

“y/n please.. if you love me then choosing wouldn’t be so hard!” he retaliated, the tears he has been desperately trying to hold back finally falling.

“I never said I did.” you gulped, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth.

nine.

It’s been a week since that dreadful conversation yet nothing can get Chan to leave the couch. Sitting there dumbfoundedly, your words felt like a gunshot to his heart and he can’t believe he let himself fall in love again after swearing it off the first time. He needed a drink. Anything to stop the words that just seem to keep replaying in his head. Staggering over to the kitchen, he easily spots the last bottle of beer in the back of the fridge but before he could take a nice long swig, it was being taken away from him.

“Dude what the fuck?!”

“How long are you gonna do this for?” deadpanned Minho as Chan let out a frustrated groan, “Can’t you just leave me alone? You don’t understand how I feel Minho, you’ve never been in love!” he scoffed, yanking the bottle out of Minho's grip.

Minho didn’t let this get to him. Unlike Felix, Minho wasn’t afraid of Chan and had no problem with putting Chan back into his place, so he grabbed the bottle of beer and smashed it down the ground.

“Dude are you fucking serious right now?! That was the last one!” Chan yells frustratingly before pushing Minho away from his sight, a lot rougher than he would if he soberly knew what he was doing.

“Am I serious?? Am I fucking serious?!” Minho snaps, finally reaching his breaking point.

“It’s 10:30 in the morning Chan! You’ve been drinking all week! You haven’t showed up to any of your meetings and we’ve all been making excuses for you!! You already lost the girl are you gonna fucking lose your dream job too!” Minho fumed. He hated the fact that it has come to this but he hated seeing his best friend lose himself more.

So yeah, he’ll play the villain in Chan’s eyes for a while but that's only because he truly cares for him.

“You really thought she was just gonna drop everything for you, huh,” he scoffs, “Wake up call Chan! you knew from the beginning she wasn't that type of girl so stop acting pathetic because we don’t feel bad for you.”

“You’ll move on. You’ve done it before. Just don’t take too long this time before you lose everything else,” he finishes before storming out of the apartment, the door slamming loudly as Chan finds himself back into what seemed to be his favorite place of the week - the couch.

“He’s right you know,” Felix says softly after hearing the commotion through his room. Picking up the pieces of glass that have shattered across the floor and cleaning up the mess that his older brothers have created, Chan sighs, a headache starting to form “Felix, I don’t need this from you right now too.”

“Hyung, i'm just saying...you did know the situation at hand before you even entered it,” Felix mumbled as carefully as possible.

“What do you think I should do?” Chan muttered, finally giving into the words that were being said.

“Honestly, I think you should talk to y/n” Felix admitted. With the mention of your name, Chan sits up, his attention solely focused on the younger boy in front of him, “you love her, right?” Felix questions.

“Yeah, but that's not the problem-”

“Hyung, let me talk first,” Felix sheepishly smiles, lowkey scared that Chan would burst again if he pushed his limits.

“S-sorry, yeah… go on,” Chan nodded, urging for him to speak.

“Well, how I see it, you took the risk of loving her even though you knew there was a timer that was going to go off as soon as these 5 months are over. You’ve already made it to the fourth month. What's one month more?” Felix reckoned.

“So you’re saying, I should go back to her?” Chan questioned, confused as to why Felix would suggest it when he thought that they wanted him to move on from her.

“Not go back to her but maybe fix it, she only has one month left, and you’ve created this out to be the perfect relationship… you don’t want to look back at this moment and think what could have happened in the last month,” Felix states, giving Chan a small smile before wiping off the spilled beer and making his way back into his room, leaving Chan to himself.

After a couple of minutes of just thinking to himself, Chan finally gains the courage to pick up his phone and text you.

‘Meet me at the place I first met you tonight after your shift... please.’

ten.

The place he first met you. You figured it was at the Timebeam and so you waited, keeping an eye on his usual table so that you could easily notice once he made his way here.

After waiting 30 minutes, the boy is nowhere to be seen, leading you to wonder if this was all some sort of sick joke. A way to get back at you for hurting him the way you did but that part of you that loves him won’t let you think of him in such a malicious way and so with your head drooped down, you ventured out of the crowdy club and into the streets of Seoul, pushing away all the thoughts of the curly-headed boy.

You were starting to have doubts. Seoul was what you were familiar with and in 30 days time you’re gonna have to leave the place you’ve grown accustomed to.

Who am I kidding?

You’ve been waiting to leave this place as soon as you got here. You were having these second thoughts because you wished for a different ending. One where Chan doesn’t hate your guts. Maybe one that ends as perfectly as it started.

And then it hits you. The place he first met you.

You ran. You ran as fast as your legs could take you and there he was - sitting on the same bench, looking out at the shining lake, his hands being kept warm by the pockets of his hoodie. Suddenly the busy streets of Seoul didn’t seem to be as busy anymore.

You walk towards him slowly, engraving his features into your mind, taking a mental picture. Chan was a sight to see and you didn’t want to forget it when you’re 5,000 miles away. Carefully, you take the seat beside him, he doesn’t spare you a glance and you were too ashamed to look at him but you do hear the sigh that comes out of his lips.

Chan finally lets out the breath he’s been holding as soon as he felt your warm body take the seat next to him. After waiting for almost an hour, he was terrified that you were never going to show up and that he wouldn't have a chance to fix the mess he has created. But now he was anxious because he didn’t really think of what he was going to say and you’re here, sitting beside him, the smell of your perfume intoxicating him with every second that passes. Instead of accidentally blurting out something stupid, he stays still, not even sparing you a glance in order to compose his thoughts until you broke them.

“I love you,” you confessed.

Chan chuckles, still looking out at the lake, “are you saying that because you want the bench all to yourself?” he jokes, trying to lighten the air but you weren’t in the mood for any jokes. Facing him, you gather all the confidence that you could muster up, “No. I love you,” you confessed for the second time and Chan couldn’t help but let a tear fall from his eyes as he smiled a gentle smile.

“Thank you,” he says sniffling, finally facing you as you slowly wipe his tears away.

“I’m sorry for what I said, I don't know why I said it...i-,” you blabbered, trying to comfort him.

“That’s okay,” Chan says, cutting you off, “I know why,” he says, a sad tone laced within his voice, “it’s for your dream,” he finishes, shooting you a warm smile. You mirror his expression, glad that he knows that you didn’t actually mean what you said that night.

“I actually have to be the one saying sorry,” he starts, “it wasn’t fair of me to ask you to choose...im sorry y/n,” he says apologetically and all you wanted to do was bury yourself into the crook of his neck and never let go.

Instead you grabbed his hand, lacing it with yours. The feeling of his hands enveloping yours like before felt like home.

“I’m scared,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Chan grips onto your hand tighter, letting you know that he was there and he will always be there for as long as you let him.

eleven.

Waking up to the sounds of the birds chirping instead of your alarm blaring was truly a phenomenal feeling. It’s your last week and having just resigned from your jobs, you had all the time to yourself. Well…yourself and Chan. You promised him that you were all his this week, something that he asked from you a week before.

“Hey, there’s something I wanted to propose to you,” he says one night as he was walking you home from work.

“Hmm, what is it?”

Getting down on one knee, your eyes widen in shock but quickly regain your composure when you see him pulling nothing but a finger heart from his pocket, “Will you spend your last week in Seoul with me?”

As you think back to that night you never noticed how fast the time came. That fear in the back of your head tends to resurface time and time again however you always had Chan to remind you that you were strong enough for the journey that lies ahead. It’s crazy to think that you won't have that luxury a week from now.

“hmm, what are you thinking about?” a groggily Chan asks from right next to you,

“Just how much I love waking up with you next to me,” you say teasingly.

A smile immediately emerges upon his face as he grabs you close to him, settling his face on the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you.

“I have a lot planned for this week,” he mutters, badly trying to shake the sleep away but with you right beside him, he couldn’t help but fall into a deeper slumber.

“I can’t wait,” you yawned, following him shortly after.

twelve.

Namsan Seoul Tower - the last place on Chan’s list.

Two days before your flight.

This week was just filled with Chan taking you to places you have never been before and you realized how beautiful South Korea was when it didn’t deal with you having to take care of drunk people and/or arguing with your professors.

You’ve gained so much more love for this country in the short amount of time you were with Chan than the two years you’ve actually stayed here. It sucked that you never got the chance to explore the place earlier but you were glad that Chan was the one to be able to show you the wonders that it truly holds.

“Baby which lock color do you want?” he asks as you guys find a lock to purchase.

“The black one is nice,” you say, “we could write on it using white marker, I think it’ll stand out more,” you added as Chan immediately picked up the items and paid for them.

As you guys make your way to where the bridge was, you noticed how many couples there were at this place. Everyone has a hand to hold on to, different laughters filling the air and you love the way that Chan and you seem to fit right into the equation. With his fingers in between yours, you look up at him, memorizing every detail.

“We’re here,” he says as you grab the lock from his hand, writing out the words:

“C + (y.in) forever”

Ironic, the word forever.

But who knows? maybe somewhere down the road, forever is for the two of you.

Chan wraps his arms from behind you as you both look at the scenic view ahead. “I’ll always love you,” you say for only him to hear and he muffles back a tear before mimicking your words.

“I’ll always love you too.”

thirteen.

“Chan, thank you,” you say as you guys sat on your favorite bench, enjoying the last night you had together.

“For what?” he says, his thumb slowly grazing over your hands providing the comfort that you were so used to.

“For letting me live my dream.”

fourteen.

Chan dropped you off at the airport. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing you could do, clinging onto him and inhaling every memory of him with you.

Nonetheless, as soon as they called your flight, you left - not even sparing a single glance back. Chan didn’t expect any less though, in fact he hoped that you won’t look back because if you did then he probably would have never let you go.

Chan will always be etched into your mind as the boy who loved you and let you be you and you can’t thank him enough.

fifteen.

3 years later

Looking back at your life in Seoul, you don't even remember the blaring alarms and the loud drunks that you had to deal with on the daily. Instead, memories that include holding a hand and sharing a laugh - memories that lasted only for a moment, were the ones that you remember most.

(a/n): If you’re reading this then thank you so much for reading all the way through! I hope you guys had as much fun reading it than i did writing it. feedback are always welcomed!!! i might not respond to all of them but i do see all the comments and they always make me smile :)

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