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ciaonicole85 · 17 days

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Waiting on my AO3 invite. Here's a one shot Sydcarmy story. Canon compliant. Post season 2. Please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes. I need season 3 to get here quickly!

Title: Won't You Be My Neighbor

It was her break and for the 89th time in the last three days Sydney reassessed the apartments within 15 minutes walking distance from The Bear. As CDC she no longer wanted to depend on the train should there be some kind of accident, strike, or weather event. There were three that she could afford on her own and many more options if she were willing to become a roommate. She wasn't. If inspiration for a recipe struck her at 2am she wanted to get up and cook if she wanted. She loved the freedom of walking around naked after a shower, picking out her clothes or getting a snack. Most of all she missed turning up her music and dancing like an inflatable tube man in private.

She had sent a message to each leasing office to schedule an appointment next Monday and two of the three had confirmed a 10a and 11a showing. It had been more than 48 hours since she messaged the third so she called. The leasing agent informed her that the specific unit she wanted was no longer available, but they had a gorgeous 2 bedroom for $3800 a month if she was interested. "Okay, now that's just two options" Sydney muttered after getting off the phone.

"Hey mija, what you looking at?" Tina asked sitting down to eat lunch.

"Just apartments. I finally have the funds to move" Sydney answered with a sigh.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be getting out on your own?"

"Oh, yeah for sure. It's just I'm really picky"

"Well, it doesn't have to be forever. Just make sure to read the reviews. You don't want roaches or bed bugs".

"Oh, I can't stand bugs! My dad still has to kill them for me, but I better get a fly swatter and spray now that I'll be on my own soon."

Break was over and Sydney stood up to resume her duties. First she needed to talk to Natalie about the upcoming private party. A celebrity had reserved the entire restaurant next Thursday evening. The names of all staff members on duty that night had to be submitted ahead of time with signed NDAs. It was all happening so fast and The Bear's debt was likely to be paid less than a year after opening. First there had been a Grio article about her being a rising black chef. That led to Keith Lee, the TikTok restaurant reviewer, raving about his to-go order that included the T-Bone and the Michael cannoli. It went viral and suddenly, they were booked for the next three months with a waiting list. She was working harder than ever, getting paid pretty well, and she deserved a place of her own.

After talking to Natalie, she found Carmy working on her prep.

"Hey, thanks! I can take over that now if you want"

"Actually….it's done. I wanted to take you somewhere for like 30 minutes" he said finishing up and cleaning the station.

Sydney folded her arms, her eyebrows raised high.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"I know you've been looking for a place and I think know the perfect apartment for you. Just a 10 minute walk from here. The landlord gave me the key so I could show you today" Carmy said trying to sound casual, but a deep pink flush rose in his cheeks.

"Why is he being weird?" Sydney thought but simply said "Okay, that's dope."

The Chicago air was soft and warm, the clean sunlight making everything look new. Summer afternoons like this made you forgive the brutal winters here. Carmy directed Sydney when to turn left and right, but refused to tell her where exactly they were going. Soon they were standing in front of his building.

The reason for his weirdness was now perfectly clear to Sydney and she felt so flattered that she had to avoid looking at Carmy when she said "So, there's an open unit in your building?"

"Uh, yeah. The people who lived just above me moved and I, uh, thought you might want to see it".

The apartment was on the fourth floor. Carmy unlocked the door and let Sydney go in first. The walls were freshly painted in "Cloud White" and the oak hardwood floors creaked comfortably under their feet. The layout was the same as Carmy's apartment with plenty of windows to let in natural light and a shockingly large kitchen for a 1 bedroom place in Chicago. As Sydney inspected the appliances and bathroom, she decided that if the rent was going to eat up even half of her check it was worth it. She had always admired Carmy's spacious apartment and with her sense of style she could make hers, a cozy bohemian oasis filled with plants, wall art, and actual furniture (eventually).

Carmy had let her roam around in silence for a few minutes, muttering and emitting tiny sounds of joy to herself. When she met him in the living room again, he said trying not to grin too widely, "If you like it, it's already yours."

"How? I know places like this are snatched up fast" Sydney said her eyes finally able to meet his again.

"The landlords, they're a couple, and their 20th wedding anniversary is coming up. They want reservations at The Bear." Carmy explained, desperately hoping to sound nonchalant about it.

"Oh, that's nice work, Carmy."

Then Sydney squealed and cried "This is just what I wanted!!" and she flung her arms around his shoulders in a wild hug. Carmy commanded his body not to shudder as he hugged her back. She was just wearing a t-shirt and without her usual layers of clothing he felt her delicate frame, her slim shoulder blades imprinting on his fingers.

In a moment Sydney pulled back shly and let her arms fall to her sides, her face burning. She made a mental note: Hugging Carmy. Not a safe activity for those who want to cook along side him using sharp objects or sleep peacefully at night dreaming innocent thoughts.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Sydney said taking another step back and making another turn around the room.

Carmy nodded and concentrated on not melting into the floorboards.

"You're okay with this? We already spend 60+ hours together at the restaurant every week and now I'd be in your building! And literally living on top of you."

"Yeah, well, I want you to. You deserve everything you want, Syd."

"Then I'll take it! Just a warning though. If you hear someone belting out Kpop and an occasional thud, that's just my weekly one woman concert, which will be over no later than 10pm. I'm not being murdered."

Carm was no longer unable to contain the width of his smile. This girl is so cute, his body physically ached. How would he get through service tonight?

With a happy shake of his head, he replied, "Thank you, for the heads up!"

With that Sydney marched towards the door and exclaimed "Take me to your landlord!"

Carmy floated behind her.

Cue: Maxwell's "Whenever, Wherever, Whatever"

#sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmen berzatto #syd adamu #the bear #fanfic #fan fiction #one shot

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adorethedistance · 5 months

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First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat.

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie.

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face.

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.”

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave.

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up.

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise.

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?”

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh.

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

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a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

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bluegalaxygirl · 7 months

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I love you (Zosan X reader)

Zoro X sanji X reader, polly relationship, established relationship, reader is GN.

Plot: the first time you say I love you.

Warning: swearing, Making out, FLUFF

It's been a few months since you three got together your all still getting used to things but Sanji has been wanting to say something for a while now. he wanted to say it on day one but knew it was too soon for you and Zoro to hear. Sanji made sure everyone ate early, so he could cook a romantic dinner for three. A white table cloth rose petals and freshly cleaned plates laid on the table, three candles on the end being the only light in the room except the kitchen where Sanji was putting the finishing touches on the food. You and Zoro entered the kitchen dressed in nice clothes since Sanji said you had no other chose. The sight before you two was beautiful, Kitchen and dinning room clean, light music playing in the back ground and table set out for three.

Sanji looked up at you two grabbing some wine glasses with one hand and a bottle of red whine in his other "You both look great." Sanji practically glides over to the table places the glasses down and pulling out a chair "Please sit" a small blush forms on your face looking up at Zoro who also seems to have a small blush on his cheeks. Zoro clears his throat before smiling "What's brought this on?" the swordsman asks walking over to the table and sitting in the seat Sanji pulled out for him. You follow watching Sanji pull out another chair for you on the other side of the table, sitting down Sanji starts filling up your glass with wine and then moving to Zoro's. "I just thought the three of us could have a date night of sorts" The cook responds seeming to try and think of an answer to Zoro's question now filling up his own wine glass and putting the cork back on the bottle before setting it down on the table. "Its called lovers Pasta, i hope you like it" the cook calls out moving back to the kitchen and lifting the lid off his pan on the stove, a beautiful smell fills the room, thyme and sage with a hint of peppermint.

Setting the three bowls on the table you realized why it was called lovers pasta, the pasta was in heart shapes beautifully cooked with vegetables and red sauce topped with a single thyme leaf. "It looks great Sanji" you smile not wanting to dig in due to the foods beauty. "Why thank you my love" Sanji finally sits at the head of the table watching both your reactions. "Did you make the pasta?" Zoro asks taking a piece of heart shaped pasta on his fork looking it over, "Yes i did. i tried fining some but their hard to find so i thought i would just make it myself" the cooks face lite up at both your comments glad that he made you both happy with his cooking. Both you and Zoro take a bite of food, the taste hit you like a bullet it was better than anything you have ever tasted in your life, its weird though, its like you can taste the love Sanji put into it. a hum of pleasure left yours and Zoro's mouths surprising each other with your reactions. "So I'm guessing that means you both like it." the cook asks braking you both out of trance "Its amazing" Zoro nods placing a hand on the cooks on top of the table "It really is Sanji, well done" you complement leaning over to place a kiss on the cooks cheek.

Sanji's heart could burst at this moment, the two of you loving his food, the romantic environment and loving looks form you two made it hard not to blurt out those three words, but he managed to hold back, for now at least. The three of you ate, drank, laughed and talked about your day. The three of you could be so open with each other, none of you judged but you would tease each other about things. With the food finished Sanji took the plates and put them in the sink getting something out the fridge and bringing over another bottle of wine. "And the piece la resistance" Sanji said with a flourish placing a plate down in the middle of the table revealing a large glass with lays of white and milk chocolate, cream and strawberries, around the plate were full strawberries that has been dipped in chocolate. "You know just how to spoil us" you comment looking down at the amazing desert in front of you. A chuckle caught your attention looking up at Zoro who had a long spoon in his hand "One spoon? i think i know where your going with this" Sanji seemed to blush, sort of glad he didn't have to explain anything. "Yea i.. i thought it would be nice" the cook fills your glasses up again with wine before sitting down, Zoro dug the spoon into the glass scooping out some chocolate, cream and a strawberry before turning the spoon to Sanji, the blush on Sanji's face got darker at this but leaned forward and places his lips over the spoon taking the food and pulling away "Taste good?" Zoro asks leaning his cheek on the back of his hand looking at the cook with love "Yes" Sanji swallows looking into Zoro's eyes. You reach over catching Sanji by surprise when you wipe your thumb over the corner of his lip, wiping away the chocolate that was left behind. Zoro and Sanji watch as you bring your thumb up to your lips and lick the chocolate off. "Your right it does taste good"

Zoro puts the spoon back in the glass taking out more chocolate and reaching over the table to feed you. You gladly take the food off the spoon closing your eyes and humming at how nice it is before feeling a tongue lick up the side of your lips, Zoro leans back in his chair with a smile licking his lips after getting the left over chocolate off your lips. Sanji couldn't look away, you two are so attractive and when you do stuff like that, it makes his heart flutter. "Thank you" you lean foreward taking a chocolate covered strawberry and leaning over the table to feed Zoro. The swordsman bites down on the strawberry close to your finger tips not breaking eye contact with you. The strawberry juice falling down his chin and into the hand you placed underneath to stop the table form getting messy. Once Zoro pulls away Sanji takes your hand and licks up the strawberry juice collected in your hand "Sanji... if you wanted some you should have just asked" you whisper putting down what's left of the strawberry on the plate and picking up another holding it out for your cook to eat. Sanji lets go of your hand and leans over to take a bite of the strawberry only taking half so no juice falls onto the table, you pull the strawberry away and eat the rest twisting it so all thats left is the stem.

"I love you" Sanji let out looking at you catching you off guard before turning to Zoro who also had a surprised look on his face "I love you too Zoro", Silence filled the room only the sound of the light music in the background, you were the first to stand walking closer to Sanji and placing your hands on his cheek leaning down to kiss him. your lips locked as his hands went to your hips his thumbs rubbing your sides, pulling away slowly you place your forehead against his looking into his eyes "I love you too Sanji" your words sparked joy in the cook's heart grabbing your thighs forcing you to sit on his lap and crashing his lips onto yours asking for entrance with his tongue running against your lower lip, you gladly excepted now feeling another pair of hand slide past your hips and land on Sanji's, Zoro's chest pressed up against your back as he reached over to place his lips on Sanji's neck kissing it all over, a moan left the cooks mouth entering into your before pulling away and looking at the two of you over him. Zoro lifts Sanji's chin up with his thumb and index finger leaning down to kiss the cook, their lips locking and moving together as Zoro's tongue made his way into Sanji's mouth, you move to the said a little letting Zoro get a better angle but his hand moved to your side stopping you form going anywhere. The swordsman pulls away a line of saliva still between his and Sanji's mouths "I love you Sanji" Zoro finally speaks before placing his lips on your neck breathing in your scent "I love you Y/N" you reached a hand up and ran your fingers threw his green hair getting him to pull away form your neck "I love you Zoro" you whispered placing your lips on his, his tongue shoving into your mouth both of you groaning your head tilting back to get a better angle on Zoro's lips.

Sanji leans forward kissing your neck his hand linking with Zoro's hand thats on your hip and his other hand rubbing Zoro's hip. You and the swordsman brake apart breathless but happy. Sanji leans back against his chair eyes full of love and a happy smile on his face "I love you both so much" he couldn't get enough of saying it or hearing it, it was like a dream come true, the two people he loved most in this world loved him back, and he hoped it would stay that way forever.

#one piece #zoro x reader #polly relationship #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zoro x sanji #one piece headcanons #one piece zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji x reader #sanji #zosan #zosan x reader #one piece zosan

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bonbonchocolates · 5 months

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Twins

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Summary: Something is off with your husband today......

Warnings: twins tae, yandere tae, obsessive behaviour, smut (not descriptive), dumb Y/N

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please make sure to leave a like.

Masterlist

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Your Pov:

"Byy Tae"

"Come back soon"

I bid my husband.

"Will do, Jagi"

He said before getting into his car and driving off.

I went back inside our house and decided to do the house chores.

Yes, I am a housewife.

Though I had dreams to do something great in life but I decided to be a housewife after marriage. There's two reasons for that. First, my husband earned more than enough for two people. So there won't be any financial problems even if I have kids in the future. Second, I'm too lazy to go and work outside.

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After 2 hours:

I finally completed all the cleaning and cooking. Now I just wanted to relax.

I went and sat on the couch and was about to switch on the tv to watch the latest episode of your favourite kdrama. Actually it was yesterday's episode that I missed due to my lovely husband. When suddenly I heard the sound of my phone ringing.

I hurriedly got my phone that was kept in the table right beside the couch you were sitting on. I looked at the caller id and my face immediately lighted up. I quickly picked up the call.

You:"Mochi"

I shouted on the phone.

Jimin:Y/N

How are you?

You: I'm good and how are you?

How is work?

Jimin: I am fine and work is great too.

How is your married life?

He teased.

This way we talked for about an hour. Unbelievable, right? But we are talking to each other after a month. Actually Jimin is my first best friend. We have been friends since we were in diapers. He is currently in the US for his job. Truth to be said I am happy for him but I miss him a lot. I hope we can meet soon.

While talking to him I didn't realise the time it was afternoon and I still didn't had my lunch. I then quickly ate my lunch and cleaned the dishes.

The same morning I got a call from my mother. She said she misses me very much. So I decided to visit her today. So for the same reason I got ready and left for my parents' house.

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9:00 PM:

I hurriedly reached my home because it was too late. I know that Taehyung must be home by now. I didn't even cook dinner for him. He must be waiting for me.

But when I reached home I found that the main door was locked from outside as I left it. That means he is still not back home now.

Strange.

Maybe he has extra work to do.

I opened my purse, took out the key and opened the door. I got inside the house.

Once I changed my dress, I began cooking.

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1 hour later:

I was finally done with the dinner but Taehyung was still not back from work. I was getting worried for him.

He is always back at eight but today he is two hours late. I quickly dialled Taehyung's number but it told that it is unreachable. I called him a few more times and got the same reply.

I just hoped that wherever he is, he is ok.

I then decided to call Jin Oppa to know that if Tae is still at his workplace. I was about to call him when I heard the sound of the doorbell.

I rushed to the door and opened it. It was Tae. I finally sighed in relief. He came inside without a single word.

"Where were you Tae? Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

"Ohh... sorry for that, darling. Actually I had extra work to do today. I promise to come home early next time."

Darling, he never calls me that.

"Let me change my clothes."

He said before going towards the store room.

Wait, story room. Why is he going there to change his clothes?

"Tae our room is upstairs."

"Ohh right."

He then took a u turn and went up the stairs.

Why is he behaving so strangely now? He was ok before going to work. Maybe work pressure.

I followed him upstairs and reached our room and found him in his white shirt with his half coat discarded on the floor.

I picked it up, folded it and kept it.

I was just admiring him when I noticed a red stain on his white shirt.

"Wait.. Tae, what is that?"

"What?"

He looked confusedly.

"This"

I pointed towards the red stain on his stirt. As soon as he understood what I was talking about, his face turned pale.

"Ah..ohh t-this it-its nothing. It's ju-st ketchup. Y-ye-yeah ketchup. "

He shuttered.

"Ok come down, I'm serving dinner."

I left from there and came downstairs. There was only one thing going on in my mind.

Why is Tae behaving so weirdly?

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It was around midnight when I woke up as I felt some weird sensations. I opened my eyes and found that we both were naked. Tae was kissing and biting my neck hungrily while thrusting inside me.

"Tae..ahh"

You moaned.

"Not Tae, darling. It's V"

I didn't pay any attention to him. I felt myself getting close to my high.

"Say V, darling, say it"

"V"

I moaned as I reached my high. He didn't stoped and still went on.Today he felt more muscular than before. I don't know how.

"Now I finally have you, darling. I don't even have to worry about my twin brother."

He said with increasing his pace.

"Tae, what are you saying?"

I was confused now.

"Yes darling, I am not Tae but I'm his twin brother V and now you are finally mine. Forever"

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Borahae 💜

#yandere #yandere taehyung #yandere bts #yandere taehyung x reader #taehyung #taehyung x reader

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harrysmimi · 2 years

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Another First Time

Synopsis: one where YN and Harry are being disgustingly adorable couple.

CW: Slight smut

More of my work

YN has been very busy lately. Especially because she was now back to work after a long but not long enough of a maternity leave. Her baby girl, who they named Marlowe was now about five months old.

Harry had put his album and touring aside to be there for his wife and new daughter. It is tough being a parent, that too a new parent. Now that he feels safe enough that he can focus more on his personal life, be a good son, brother, husband and now a dad. Harry's honestly enjoying it to the fullest!

Especially because both his girls are doing amazing, especially YN, both mentally and physically.

But her work load had been a bit too much though it was same amount of work when she left, the long gap made it a little difficult to catch up really. She would have to stay late at work knowing that her husband is taking care of their sweet angel baby.

Marlowe is really an angel!

She hardly ever cries, or she hardly ever is grumpy. She is always happy and it's very rare for her to be grumpy. Today was one of those days.

It was a Saturday so YN had a day off from work, which meant Harry would go to the studio and start working on his Album too. Marlowe was grumpy because she didn't get to sleep properly as one of the cats had knocked down a thing and she's a very light sleeper like her Dad. But YN managed to get her to sleep after she was done making dinner for her and Harry. She's tucked the little girl in her cot in their bedroom, yes she was sleeping in their room for now she's too young to sleep in her own room. Mainly because she still needs to be fed every three hours.

YN had planned out one of her at home date, with Harry's favourite food (she wanted to cook tonight because Harry's their family chef anyway), he did not drink support of his wife who couldn't as she is breastfeeding so there were two champagne glasses and a bottle of sparkling cider in Harry's favourite flavour. Everything was for Harry and Harry only.

He'd said he would come home early, but he got stuck and couldn't reply to her texts or calls either. YN decided to just wait out for him. It's been two months they've had a quiet dinner or even sat down and had a heart to heart conversation like they used to, or even hardly got to make love. Since Marlowe everything have been magically exhausting, there was nothing but love and love in their tiny family.

Harry rushed, it was midnight when he got back home. It was very quiet so he thought the girls must be off to bed. He quietly parked his car in the driveway, and went in. Took off his shoes and just as he was about to go upstairs to kiss his girls he found one of them at the dining table. Passed out with her head on the table. Food was served which must have went cold by now. Harry rushed towards her.

"Hey baby," he whispered calmly trying to wake her up and pressed a kiss on her head.

"Hey, you're home," YN seemed happy to see him, he thought she'd be upset or mad.

"Yeah, I'm sorry for being late I didn't know you would wait for me." He cooed pushing her baby hairs off her face, "did you eat?"

"No, I was waiting for you." She finally lifted her head from the table with a tired sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry darling." Harry felt guilty, wrapping her in his arms he continued to mumble his apologies.

"Hey, it's okay Hazza." YN hugged him, rubbing his back soothingly to calm him down a bit.

"You're not upset?"

"I promise, I'm not. Now get freshed I'll go reheat the food." She suggested.

"Oh okay, okay," he rushed to the downstairs bathroom to wash his hands and face did not bother to change for now. He doesn't want to keep her waiting any longer. he pulled a chair next to hers and helped her get the reheated food back to the table.

"How is Lolo?" He asked.

"She's been asleep for a quiet a while now. Will have to feed her again in a while." YN said getting the bottle of milk she pumped earlier out of the fridge so it could warm up to the room temperature. "My mum said she'll start teething soon."

"She's growing up way too fast, isn't she?" Harry sighed.

"Mhmm." YN nodded.

"Food smells amazing baby, thank you." Harry said leaning in to press a kiss on her mouth, instead of just stopping at a simple peck he dived into one of deeper kiss making her chuckle as she moved back tiny bit. A weird shy look on her face whilst he smirked at her digging into his dinner.

"Don't have to thank me for this, wanted to make you something nice." She smiled watching him devour the food.

After he helped clear the table and even went check on Marlowe when she started squirming and fussing in her sleep, the house is very quiet when she's asleep so they could hear her little whines. Luckily she went back to sleep, she just needed little taps on her chest to calm her down. Harry placed a kiss on her head.

"I love you little baby love, sleep tight okay?" He whispered and pressed another kiss on her fluffy cheek. He changed into a pair basket ball shorts and a loose tshirt, which he's sure YN has claimed as hers and she's going to be fussy about it if she notices it. He'd put his phone on the Do Not Disturb mode and went back downstairs to his wife who was washing up.

He was surprised to see how quick she was with everything she was already going to turn off the lights in kitchen before he rushed to stop her, wrapping his arms around her waist he smoother his lips on her catching her by surprise making her giggle.

"Do you maybe wanna make love?" He suggested.

"Marlowe still sleeps in our room, Harry." She reminded him, also she's been feeling quite closed off since giving birth from the sexual aspects of her life. Harry haven't found it much alarming because she did tore a bit which was traumatising for him to watch happen in flesh, he just wanted her to heal properly and be comfortable, tonight he decided to take the initiative as he really misses his wife.

"Hmm, we gotta get creative then, don't we baby?" He slowly started walking forward until they had to stop due to the kitchen counter being in the way, but it was exactly his plan. "Haven't made love in ages, angel, need tou so fucking bad right now!"

"Mmm, what is your creative plan then?" She whispered leaning in closer until their noses brush against each others. She didn't wanted to make him feel bad by pushing him away, her OB have told her it was okay to slowly start being sexually active again at just 5 weeks postpartum as she was nicely healed. It was a different story she doesn't feel comfortable yet though it's been about five months but she needed it as much as he did really.

"Gonna fuck you here on the kitchen counter, like old times." He suggested.

"Thought you wanted to make love," she pulled away enough to look in his eyes, the green in his eyes almost non existent with his pupils dilated so much.

"Will be gentle, I know it can be uncomfortable for you now. But ask me to stop yeah?" He said.

"Mhmm," she nodded, rather nervous which Harry was quick to catch on.

Yes, he's an amazing and very observant husband!

"You sure you feel ready?" He enquired and proceeded to assure her, "if not, it can wait."

"No, I mean yes," YN stuttered.

"It's okay, c'mon tell me what's wrong baby?" He cooed

"I, uhhhh, can you like go slow for now?" She asked.

"Are you still not comfortable love? We don't have to if you're not, it's okay with me." He assured her.

"I know, but I need you," she pouted sweetly looking up at him, making his heart melt.

Harry sighed, "how can you be this fucking adorable," and she shook his head. Sliding his hands down to the waist band of her shorts and panties as he pulled them down before putting her up in the kitchen counter, as he pressed his mouth to her puckered lips gently making her chuckle again. "What?"

"I dunno, this just reminded me of our first time," YN shared, "and I also don't know it also feels like that."

"Yeah, it is kind of," Harry smiled sweetly at her, taking of her hands in his, "it is kind of a first time after you and I made such a sweet girl who'll probably wake up for her milk soon so we better hurry."

"Mhmm," YN nodded smiling back. Sometimes she wonders how can he pull off being adorable and sexy at the same time. He'd now placed her hand on his shoulder as he got back to his business, pressing his mouth to her sweetly this time.

"I love you," he mumbled, "so much."

Without giving her any chance to reciprocate what he just said, he slid his hand down in between her thighs tips of his fingers rubbing gently on her clit making her gasp on contact with his cold skin. Dipping his head down he peppered her skin with kisses, some of which were meant to be turned into hickeys, if not now definitely in morning.

"Take off your shirt!" He chuckled at her whining already getting to unbutton hie shirt. "Harry?"

"Yes baby?" He stopped to look at her.

"I love you," she said, moving her hand from his shoulder to his face resting her hand on his cheek as she placed a soft kiss on his other cheek.

"And I love you more," he reciprocated.

YN was sure she saw his face turn into a shade of pink, his shade of pink as he got back to unbutton her shirt. He slipped off his basket ball shorts.

"Next time we're leaving our kid at my mum's for a night," Harry groaned as he attacked her with sloppy kisses at first before getting straight to business. He'd made his way from her jaw down to her neck to her collar bones leaving a wet trails of kisses. He was hating the fact that he had to hurry but he was still taking his own sweet time to love on his wife like that.

"We're not leaving her alone, she's still very young." YN warned him.

In matter of minutes he was making his way down the valley of her breasts to her tummy, over the fabric of his crewneck which was covering her body. He never thought it was possible fall in love with all over again but the fact that she housed their daughter in her womb for over nine months, it was undoubtedly gorgeously fascinating thing to him. He'd made sure to never make her feel insecure about the changes in her appearance even unintentionally or in frustration.

"We'll see what you say after this," he challenged her, now on his knees his pushed her thighs apart.

"Come on stop teasing already!" She whined.

"Someone's being impatient."

Feeling the soft skin of her thighs under his palm he left another trail wet kisses up her skin, taking all the time in world. Just as his tongue swiped in the most gentle way on her clit, she could help but gasp.

Indeed it was like her first time. She'd never experienced anything sexual before Harry, she remembers her first time getting a head was exactly the same. Right there in his kitchen on their third date night at his. Yeah, it was a bit early to jump into those things but it worked out for both of them. YN was advised by her doctor to not indulge into many sexual activities during her eighth month of pregnancy due to some complications but five more months of healing and sleepless nights with a new born. It was indeed a first fucking time. She hadn't even dared to touch herself.

"If it's too much, tell me stop yeah?" Harry assured her.

"Mhmm," she nodded earning a hard look from him, he needed words, "yes I will."

"Good girl," he whispered, diving straight back into what he was doing this time not daring to break the eye contact as he sucked on her clit. He missed all this, as much as he loves his new family he needed this with his lovie. His hand caressed the skin kf her thighs whilst other was toying in between her folds as he licked in a bold strip from her pussy to her to her clit.

"Is this alright sweet girl?" he asked, before sliding in his middle finger inside of her.

"Yeah, fuck!" She couldn't help but throw her head back in pleasure. This is what she was most afraid of but it was like the weight was lifted off her shoulders when she did not felt any discomfort, yet.

Fuck it was so nice to feel this feeling again after almost half a year. She didn't know how she'd held it off till now, or Harry held it off till now. Well, guess he didn't tear down to his ass and he's got a hand. But oh boy did it felt so relieving. She gasped when he inserted another one his fingers inside her, hitting the right spot every time. He knows her and her body more than she'd like, she look down to find him already looking up at her as he devoured his dessert after dinner with a smirk on his face.

And man! That stupid smirk of his, she wanted to smack it right off his face but at the same time it turned her on so much. Feeling the knot tighten in her stomach, the burning up sensations in her skin was enough to tell her that she's about to hit her orgasm if her pulsing walls around his fingers wasn't a sign in on itself.

"Harry, I'm gonna cum!" She said, punctuating her announcement with a soft sigh of moan.

"You think you can take two darling?" He asked.

"I think, I don't know," she shook her head. "Yeah, I think I can!"

"You sure baby?" He asked again.

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "I'm so fucking close Harry, just don't stop please." She whined.

"You've got be quiet baby," he warned her of her loud whining. It was quite opposite this time, usually Harry's the one being loud and grunting but now it was her. It was nice to switch roles sometimes. "Come now, it to me sweet girl, wanna taste it." And just with that she came down from her high with cuss words laced with his name. Harry was still on his knees, licking her and his fingers clean. With her hands cupping his face, she's made him stand up just so she can kiss him.

"You liked that, did you cum?" He asked just to be sure. He cares more about her pleasure than he does of his own.

"Uh-huh!" She nodded, that enough for him to know before he buttoned their mouth back together. It was a way of giving her time to get back from her orgasm and give her a small break. It was hard for her get out words after they'd made love like this.

"Let's take this off, yeah?" Harry held up the hem of her crew neck shirt, as if to obey his request she'd let him slide it off her body, instead of throwing it carelessly on the floor he'd kept it nicely on the counter next to them knowing she'd probably need it back. "You sure you can another sweetums?"

"Yeah, I want to make you feel good too!" She pouted which he kissed right away.

"You don't have to baby, I've got a hand." He giggled, her half zoned out haze was very adorable to him.

"No, you better finish what you started Mister!" She warned him, "'cause I've got a hand myself."

"As you say, Missus. Your wish is my command!" He smirked pressing his lips back on hers, wrapped his arms around her now bared torso. It was newly amazing to feel her so close. His breath hitched when he felt her hand wrapped around his shaft in between them. "Wait, wait," he stopped her. Looked his his shorts quickly and took out the condom he'd made sure to bring.

"You came prepared, didn't you?" She teased him.

"When you've got a wife this hot, you've fot to be prepared." He said.

"Ow! That was cringey!" She laughed.

"Well, you wouldn't know," he shrugged. Tearing off the packet he took out the condom, rolled it on his cock.

"Can I help?" She offered.

"No, tonight is all about you my darling love." He moved closer to her, getting back in between her thighs. "Are you ready?"

"Mhmm," she nodded earning a pointed look from him asking for words, "yes I am."

"Alright, gimme me a kiss first." He demanded already diving in for the loving action. It was a way of distraction she'd told him was good with her the first time in case it was to hurt. With his hand on the back of her neck to hold her close whilst other helped his hard prick to align with her pussy before slowly pushing just the tip in earning yet another gasp from her, it felt weirdly uncomfortable as if her she was going to tear apart (again) and it wouldn't be nice if she did. It caused a spark of anxiety that she froze in her spot.

"Stop, stop, stop!" She pulled away from his mouth, Harry was quick to move away.

"Hey, you alright baby? Did I hurt you?" He asked.

"No, it just feels uncomfortable, still." She shared feeling guilty.

"Hey isn't alright baby," he assured her.

"I don't want to do this, I'm sorry, I, I need some time." She stuttered feeling bad for him.

"It's okay YN, don't ever apologise for stopping okay?" He comforted her, "we don't have to finish just because we started."

And that was the exact same thing he said to her when she had her first with him. It was a different story that they really finished what they started and it is completely different now. His fingers are nothing compared to his cock. That was a given fact.

"I love you," he pressed a kiss on her forehead and grabbed the shirt from the counter, he'd helped her to pull it over her head again.

"I love you," she reciprocated, "hug?"

He sighed in contain that he did not scared her off so he wrapped her up in a warm hug.

"I feel so bad for backing off Harry, I'm sorry." She mumbled, wrapped her own arms around his neck.

"I told you it's alright, wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable, would we now?" He rubbed her back, soothing strokes of his warm hand on her back was calming enough, "I'm so glad you told me to stop."

She just nodded and stayed silent clinging onto him like her life depends on him. Her heart was pounding really fast against her chest which she was sure Harry could feel as he is that close to her.

"Hey, baby, look at me?" He pulled away enough to be able to look at her, "it's alright okay? We're fine, you're fine, everything is all good."

"Mhmm," she hummed trying to find words to say what she's feeling at the moment but just as she was about to speak up, Marlowe started fussing up in their room upstairs. She either needed a nappy change or her milk.

"We'll talk later yeah? Not going to bed before we talk about this, let's go check up on her." Harry suggested.

"I'll go upstairs, you clean up here. And help yourself" She got down the counter, before heading upstairs.

She quickly put on a fresh pair of undies and her gym shorts before she went on to check on Marlowe, who luckily haven't started up her whole cry session yet. YN was just in time. Her little tummy growled and her nappy needed a change too. It was a hassle to change her nappy whilst she was crying with a hungry tummy. But once YN was done she sat down on bed, she looked for a bottle in the mini fridge in their room but there wasn't any. She lifted up her shirt so little Lolo could have her much deserved meal, she latched on rather quickly with less guidance and her crying stopped immediately.

"I'm sorry baby!" YN cooed tapping her nose with her pointer finger. Apparently being a baby is very difficult job, innit?

You have to wake up, pee and poo, play as much as you want, have milk, play some more and go to sleep again and repeat. It was a very difficult task. Her plan seemed to stay up for a good few hours now, she looked well rested and fully charged for a hardcore play session. She looked so peaceful in her mummy's arms, protected from every bad thing out there having her midnight meal. Her life is way too amazing!

YN couldn't fathom the fact that she looks so much alike her father when he was her age. Anne have shown YN more baby pictures of Harry and Marlowe is his exact replica with more hair on her head and she's born a brunette with much straighter hair than her daddy. She's got his dimples, nose, his lips, his eyebrows, his gorgeous big green eyes with thick lashes, even his weirdly huge ears. The love YN's got for this human in her arms is so mot explainable. Marlowe looked up at her mother with same admiration, she smiled a shy smile showing off her dimples for a second making YN chuckle.

The admiring of mother and daughter was broken off when Harry knocked on the door.

"I hope I'm not disturbing the bonding between Mummy and baby," he walked in, he had two warm cups of tea in his hand which he set down on the side table.

"No you didn't," YN smiled. Harry leaned in to kiss her with his hand rested on her cheek, which was smacked away by Marlowe.

"Hey!" Harry whined, "she's you mum I know but she's my wife too!"

Marlowe is rowdy enough to bicker back and forth between with her dad with her humming and babbling. Harry was not letting back either.

"Yeah, but I've known her longer than you have," Harry argued.

"Oh my god, stop you both!" YN laughed.

"Touche, princess touche!" Harry sighed in defeat. "I don't blame you."

"What did she say?" YN was intrigued.

"She says she loves her Mummy more than me, which I don't blame her entirely." He nodded with his lips pressed in a thin line, the look of defeat.

"I'm sure that's not true, is it Lolo?" YN looked at Marlowe who just smirked still busy having her milk.

When YN thought she couldn't look more like her dad, she was proven wrong then and there. When she was done, she started squirming to get away from her mum's arms to go to her dad.

"And you said she says she loves me more," YN scoffed.

"Jealous?" Harry snickered scooping Marlowe in his arms amd peppering with tons of kisses before putting her up on his shoulder so she can burp. "Where are you going?"

"To make her bed," YN answered.

"She's still awake, sit back down." He grabbed her hand and made her sit down. She mumbled an okay and sat back down.

"Can we go see my doctor in a day or two? I mean will you come with me?" YN asked, "I don't think so it was a good sign, you know..."

"Oh the sex part? Mhmm, yeah I'll go with you." Harry nodded.

"Oh my god Harry, our daughter is in your arms!"

"She ain't gonna remember this baby, don't worry." He chuckled.

"But still," she shrugged. Harry chuckled again and leaned in to plant a loving kiss on her mouth.

Looking down at Marlowe babbling, her parents were surprised to see her trying to pucker her baby lips and making kissie noises. It was adorable.

"Look at you learning new things!" Harry exclaimed, bringing her up to rub his nose against her in a puppies kiss and proceeding to press a loving on her puckered lips making her shy away behind her tiny fists.

"Daddy's girl definitely." YN commented, getting up on her to go to her side of the bed so they can finally go to bed.

"You too baby," and he slapped her ass.

"You need to learn to keep your hands to yourself Harry, she's gonna grow up," YN shook her head. "Let's watch Encanto!"

"What? Lolo loves that movie too," YN shrugged looking at the teasing smug look on Harry's face.

"Sure baby, sure," he giggled.

YN pulled out her laptop and played the movie on Disney plus. Harry had sat Marlowe up on his tummy, her back rested on his chest. She'd held his thumbs tightly in her hands as she stared at her mum's computer. Her little squeals were very loud until We Don't Talk About Bruno, that's when she started getting tired and in no time she was asleep.

Harry turned to his side to look at his wife who was fast asleep as well, her head rested on his shoulder. He didn't wanted to move but he had to put Marlowe in her cot, he was carefully going to get up but he saw that Lilly, their cat was asleep at his feet too. That's when he realised he's got girls in his own home too, which he very fucking grateful for.

"Lilly, let's move you to aside," he carefully moved the cat aside but woke YN up in the process, "hey it's okay go back to sleep baby."

"Did I just fall asleep?" She asked.

"Yeah, but it's —" and he woke Lilly up too and she ran out side, for her late night zoomies, "— it's okay, I'll put her in her cot and come back to bed yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

Harry got up and just as he was about to put Marlowe in her cot she started fussing up again, it happened not just one time, not two but three times.

"It's okay, bring her back," YN giggled finding it entertaining to see her husband struggle like that. He gave her back to her mother and sat back down, all tired up himself now. "She needs a nappy change."

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna go mental," he groaned.

"I'll go change her yeah?" YN suggested and already got to her work.

"Bring her back here then," Harry said wanting to have both his girls next to him tonight, he needs loads of cuddles when he's tired. And he got just that!

Being a dad is very fucking underrated. Sure his wife works too, his job is completely different. He has to stay away from for long periods of time, he could hardly get to see his wife sometimes, luckily he's been free for five months that he got to see his daughter grow up that much everyday!

He wouldn't change even an atom for anything. It's all worth it, it was currently four in the morning when he's got to go bed.

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"Can you hear me say your name forever"

Doctor Octavius x Reader

Summary: you've been kidnapped by doc ock to be his new assistant. You had a crush on him, when he was a professor and married, but then life happened, for both of you; today, you are not sure he is the same man you once knew... or is he?

Genre: angst, past trauma

The third chapter is here, my dudes and dudettes!!

It's been a rough month: I started my first job, I am finally graduating after years of studying and suffering and struggling. I might have found a road that I want to pursue. I don't think it will be my only path, I like to keep my options open, but I finally love what I have started (even though it can be hard) for the first time.

But now, lets get down to business! PART 2: Here

Update, a year later:

So, it's been a year! I landed my first job, I graduated AND I managed to finally live in the city! Am I living the dream my 16ish year old had? Maybe.

I definitely am more happy and somehow my life is coming out as something worth experiencing and living, and I really can say, for maybe the first time ever, that I am content.

But enough about me, finally the third chapter is here, written while I was technically working but when the inspiration knoks, you have to answer.

Enjoy ❤

You woken up to the sound of broken glass and forniture smashing. Your sleep was usually bad, but you barely slept in two days and this could no longer go on.

Feeling already your lower back protesting, you slowly approached the door, mentally planning how to address this situation. Knowing that the doctor is sometimes a bit unstable, you really want to risk your face for a tantrum? What if there was spiderman behind that door? She wanted to be free, didn't she?

Your hands trembled on the doorknob, pondering. Then, suddenly, all the noise stopped. After the longest count to ten ever existed, you open the door, fear and curiosity mixing in a strange way, making your body shiver even thought it wasn't could outside. You pulled the door and a galaxy of little glass pieces was waiting for your feet. The room was a mess, chairs everywhere with broken lab instruments and stuff. You put on your boots, preparing yourself to enter this mess, knowing that you could've just closed the door, none of it was your problem. Behind a table you saw the professor laying on the floor, his metal arms lying still at his side, and blood covering his hands.

"Doc" you carefully touch his shoulder, feeling the warm skin underneath. 'So he is warm after all'.

Suddenly, you hear him snoring. That's the most human thing he has done in days. Feeling a bit of tension fading away, you burst into a laugh, unable to stop. Otto slowly opens his eyes, but you find yourself unable to stop, and your soft laugh becomes hysterical, your vision blurred from tears.

"What's going on?" His imposing voice full the room.

"I-" You try to answer, but you can't stop laughing, and you can't tell if it's because you are amused by this insane situation.

Probably not.

A pot of emotions was slowly cooking for days, and somehow they found a way out.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was demanding, but a hint of apprehension was there.

"Really, I don't know" 'liar' you instantly think. You were scared to death by this situation, but you would gladly die instead of saying this in front of him, out loud. You had realized, before opening that door, that you were concerned and scared for him, but also because of him. You were falling, really was that simple but also terrifying. You know he doesn't believe you, but he slowly put his hands on your arms, almost scared you would run away.

"I did all this, didn't I?"

You nod.

"Usually, I wait for this episodes with joy, because my arms stay asleep for hours. I missed this silence in my head".

He briefly looked at his metal arms, permanently fused with his body. Your eyes linger on his chest, his scars, his hands stroking slowly your arms.

"I'm sorry" he whispers, his voice breaking.

You don't know how to respond.

"I'll take you back home" his hands grabbing your arms "now, before they wake up"

Your eyes goes back up, widening.

You want to speak, but he is already putting you on your feet.

"Doc" you try to speak, at least say something.

"What was I thinking? So much of a genius, and I take these decisions"

All you can think was that when a villain doesn't want you. Nobody wants you.

You already knew this, but every time someone reminds you of this, you die a little bit more inside.

Also, you were so sleep deprived that something breaks and you start crying, again.

Could this situation be more pathetic?

"You can't say here. It's not safe and it's not right for you" Otto kept saying while you were crying. The fact is that in your sad pathetic life this was the most terrifying and exciting thing that happened to you in a while. How sad your life must be?

You tried to keep it all inside.

"Doc I have literally nowhere to go. You saw my life and I suspect you choose me specifically for this. No one would come looking for me".

As much as those words hurt, they were true. Despite all his good intentions, he couldn't replicate to that logic. He could've be your best option to turn your life around, even thought he's one of the most dangerous man alive.

He stayed silent for a very long time, thinking about possible answers to yous situation. Eventually, he was defeated.

"As much as it pains me to admit this... you are right, and I am so sorry" you looked him in the eyes, and you could tell he was sincere. Not having a cacophony of voices in your head makes his face much more softer, and you could tell. But that moment soon vanished, and a new, heavy thought entered his synapses.

"I should be more careful with my children, they could be quite persuasive on a feeble mind. I must not hurt you, ever again" he took your hands, and you noticed for the first time that yours vanished inside his palms.

"Please, don't let me hurt you. Run instead if I can't no longer control myself"

You nodded, feeling a strange feeling in your gut. Something hot slowly pooling inside you. Just one simple touch of his hands, the intimate situation just passed... your mind started racing the second he looked you in the eyes, but you never dared to even master a thought like that.

And now, just like that, your body betrays you.

He was still looking in your eyes, hands hot on yours, his digits slowly brushing your skin. You looked down.

"I promise you that if things go our of hands, I will try to run. It might help me to have spider man number, you know?"

Your old weapon works again: in the blink of a eye you manage to shift the doctors attention from you to that spiderman dude, flying around and making a mess.

"Why would you want his number?" His eyes dark and illegible.

"You know, if things got out of hand... that's all, I promise" you chuckle, trying to keep the moment light.

He gave you a tiny smile, scoffing. "I really don't know what your generation is up to these days" he let go of your hands, trying to stood up.

"Well, If you want to stay here, the first thing you could do is tide up this mess"

"Excuse me?!"

"You know, my arms are stuck like this, they will wake up tonight" he raised his palms in apology.

"So your saying that on top of being an old scientist who is always complaining about younger generations, you are also useless?" You teased him.

His eyes darkened, his smile became a smirk.

"Watch your mouth, young lady. I may be temporary useless, but my mind works just fine"

You mutter an apology and start to clean up while he tried to balance his steel weight on a chair.

The morning flew like this, you trying to not cut yourself with all that glass from lab equipment and him gently reminding you that you missed a spot.

By 12,30 you were ready to kill him.

"Listen up doc, I am tired and hungry, so if you want to clean so badly that spot, YOU SHOULD DO IT YOURSELF" the last bit was just a scream, but he laughed.

"I strained you, didn't I? Let's make something to eat"

You rolled your eyes.

"You mean that I should make something to eat, because you are just a big tin of metal arms stuck in place"

"Hey, there is no need to be rude" he replied, and you could tell he was slightly offended and hurt by the situation. You, on the other hand, was not.

"Hope you fancy some curry with chickpeas, because that's the best thing I can make like this"

He smiled politely. "I will not eat that disgusting thing even if you make me"

"I beg your pardon? The master has requests, I presume" you bowed.

You were looking at the floor for two seconds, but for him it was enough. When you come up, his face was inch from yours, sporting a

mischievous grin. His eyes looked more dark and sharp, and you froze right there.

"Did you have fun joking about me this morning?" He asked, his voice deep and low.

You tried to speak, but your throat was suddenly dry. You just shook your head.

"OH darling, I think you did" his smile widened. "You see, my arms are made from a perfect material, resistant but weights like a feather" he gently brushed your cheek, his eyes lingering over your face and neck.

You felt all your blood rushing to your face but you were unable to even think about a clever response.

"Do you still trust me?" He asks.

You gathered all your energies in that answer.

"Yes"

"Then you are a fool" his hand reached your neck, gently squeezing. "I could simply decide you are nothing, and break you. In my endless research of perfection, I could hurt you. Is this the type of man you would like to assist?"

During this few words, his grip tightened. You could only master the breath to say 'yes' one more time.

He lets you go and air returns in your lungs. You take big gulps of air, still looking him in his eyes. You know that if you stop, this moment will never return and will be simply forgotten as part of this mad day.

"For a person this smart, this is a pretty bad decision" he lowered his sight. "Just... stay out of my arms reach, ok?"

You mentally ask yourself how long is in fact his arms reach, but you stay silent. You just nod.

He gives you a sad smile.

"Now, lets fix you something to eat that doesn't have strange spices in it, shall we?"

#doc ock x reader #doc ock #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #otto octavius x reader #dr. otto octavius #otto octavius #spiderman #spider verse #i promise that somehow even spiderman will come in handy #i fear that this will turn out as a domestic everyone lives happly fic but i decided that i want to write what i like #alfred molina

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beautifulchris · 10 days

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trainwreck

pairing: choi lia x gn!reader

summary: sometimes, relationships are meant to end

genres: angst, lovers to exes!au, good ending?

wc: 1,1k

tw: lia is a bad girlfriend, swearing

notes: hello everyone! this fic is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics (ignore the mentions of a dress and 'boy'), banner made by me on canva. also!! idk if you'll notice, but this one is also based on two other songs from anne-marie c: happy reading!

listen to the song for a more immersive experience: spotify link | youtube link

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @kwritersworld @whipped-kpop-creators

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @exfolitae @linos-catnip @prettymiye0n (tell me if you want to be added/removed)

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You meant to say this for a while now, and today was the day you finally gathered the courage to verbalize the thought.

“What do you mean?”

The words that flew past her lips were nonchalant, like she was completely relaxed. Sitting up, she had her arms and legs crossed and a seemingly emotionless face. At least, that was the face you knew she made when unimpressed.

“I mean… that I want to break up with you.”

In contrast, you were so nervous you could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and sweat was running down the sides of your face. Her reaction didn’t ease you either.

“Okay.”

Was it all you meant to her? After everything, it looked like it didn’t faze her at all. Saying you weren’t hurt would be a lie.

“Is that all you have to say?”

“What? Did you think I’d get on my knees begging you to stay? If you want to leave, go, the door’s wide open” she stated as she gestured towards the front door of her apartment. “I’ll wait for you to come back. Cause I know you will eventually. You know what? I give you two weeks at most.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Did those hostile yet detached words really left her lips effortlessly?

You grabbed your bag and left her place without delay, whispering to yourself: “I won’t.”

Choi Lia has been an important person in your life, yes.

You loved her intensely and sincerely for many months, but soon, mostly thanks to your friends, you started to acknowledge the little details. Minimal at first, but, over time, they grew bigger until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She’d look into your phone whenever you’d leave the room without it, subtly mock you in front of her friends, cancel numerous dates to go to parties instead, order take-away when she was aware you cooked for her…

You always put up with it because you loved her, but letting her go, albeit painful, was the best thing you could’ve done for your own health.

Called up my friends, took their advice Put on a dress, I'm out tonight I can't believe I said goodbye Oh yeah, this time you know, I finally let you go, yeah

It had been three days since you put an end to the relationship. Of course your friends would take you out on a Friday night.

The party was chill. There were around twenty people, refreshing cocktails, good background music and board games.

Lia didn’t come to mind once, much to the delight of your dear friends.

You actually made some new acquaintances, which was nice.

Spending more time with your friends, they saw the difference in your behavior.

“You look happier, Y/N,” one of them informed you.

“You smile and laugh more, you seem more alive,” another one added.

You felt it, too. You felt free from her. Her claws. Her grip on you.

I don't know why you thought that I'd be sheddin' a tear When I'm chillin' at the party, and I'm glad you're not here And I don't know what to say, but the pain disappeared And I'm sorry Bet you think I'm a trainwreck, upset Friday night, layin' lonely in my bed Truth is, boy, I'm so fuckin' happy Without you

Life went on.

A month later, Lia was on her couch, a drink in hand. It was dark in her apartment.

“Why haven't they come back already?”

She was fidgeting, her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed.

“They should’ve been back by now.”

Her phone rang in the deafening silence, making her flinch. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Of course, Y/N would call instead of coming unannounced.”

She answered the phone with a confident smirk, ready to hear your begging.

“I put all your stuff in a bag. Do you have a moment this week so we could trade?”

Lia’s smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived.

“Also, don’t forget to give me back the keys to my place. I feel uneasy knowing you still have them. Not like you came often, anyway.”

It was her turn to be too stunned to speak. How could you be so apathetic? It wasn’t like you to use this tone when talking to her. She stared at the wall with an open mouth.

“I’ll wait for your message, then. Hanging up.”

Before Lia could protest, the call was over. She sat there, not moving for a while, thoughts twirling in her mind.

So pour yourself another drink Sit on your couch and overthink In all your lies and arrogance, I've been alright, you know So glad you let me go, yeah

Your ex-girlfriend finally gave you a time and place to meet. Without much surprise, it was at her place. Seeing her again after so long was not as painful as you thought it would be—not as painful as Lia hoped it would be.

She had to face the fact you changed. You weren’t the easily manipulated, sweetly naive and blindly in love person anymore. Much to her dismay.

“Here,” you handed her the bag, expecting another one in return.

Instead, she took a step back and offered for you to come in. “Want something to drink?”

“No?” With furrowed brows, you crossed your arms. “Give me back my stuff, please.”

“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

You tilted your head, tapping your chin with your free index finger. “As a matter-of-fact, no, I don’t. I just want my stuff and leave this place forever.”

“Well… I…” Not finding anything concrete to say, she sighed loudly.

Reluctantly, she grabbed the bag from the ground behind her and put the handle on your outstretched hand, before taking hers out of your other hand.

“You don’t mind me checking, right?”

She slowly shook her head, eyes unfocused, even if you didn’t wait for her approval. The key was there, that was all you cared about. Wait, no, there was a cute outfit you forgot about, too.

You thanked her and left. She called out for you, but you didn’t turn around. “Erase my number!”

It wasn’t said with a negative tone, but Lia took it like a stab in the back. Which was really audacious coming from her.

She just couldn’t believe you left her without a second thought and didn’t come back like she was convinced you would.

And now we're at the final stop And I'm the one that's gettin' off I know you hope I'm cryin', but I'm doin' just fine

She was now part of your past. Unerasable, of course, but peaceful.

thanks for reading! feedback is always appreciated :) masterlist

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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so it has been. Literal months since I last talked about Neutral Ground but a Thought just hit me with all the subtly and delicacy of a brick and I can’t get it out of my head

so after Tonio adopts Giorno, he’s definitely going to be MUCH more aware of the danger Passione presents. Yes he knows he technically has a deal going with the Boss and Doppio, but this is the fucking mafia and he now has a kid who could be put in danger. No matter how much protection they given them, someone is always going to be after them for their connections ad Tonio isn’t going to risk his child’s safety for his mistakes

so what if he starts preparing to leave. Not obviously, of course, he treats this with more delicacy and secrecy than the most valuable ingredients because he CANNOT afford to fuck this up. It takes months of meticulous planning, of covering his tracks, of ensuring that no matter what they'll be safe. Money thankfully isn't an issue, and he and Giorno don't really have anyone to worry about leaving behind.

(and if Tonio at some point asks Giorno if he could visit any place in the world and the boy responded "Japan" well that was just an innocent question for curiosities sake)

Then finally the day comes. With all of their most important essentials packed, they flee Italy, and after taking a VERY long roundabout route filled with more fake names and IDs than either can fully remember, they make it to Morioh, Japan

The first couple years are very anxious, paranoia filled ones. Months of looking over their shoulder, of not unpacking their bags, of working small part time jobs and keeping their distance from the locals

but then they start to relax. They start to get more comfortable. They unpack their bags, Giorno starts to make friends with the neighbors, Tonio starts cooking again and even starts making plans to open a new restaurant

sure there's a small hiccup when the issue of Kira pops up, but they gain so much more in return. A community, other people with abilities, a support network they can trust, and eventually their family of two becomes one of four with the addition of Okuyasu and Stray Cat

Life is good and they're happy

but of course, not all good things can last

Passione finds them. They don't know how, but one day Okuyasu and Giorno come home to find the restaurant trashed, their home destroyed, and Tonio on the floor battered and beaten and bloody, on death's door yet just barely clinging to life

They'd had a feeling this was coming, and yet they'd allowed themselves to grow complacent

Logically, Giorno knew they should run. That Morioh wasn't safe anymore, that Passione would come for them again, that they needed to leave before any more damage was done

but they had a life here. Giorno had friends, a family, people he cared about and selfishly didn't want to leave behind. Morioh had been the happiest he, the happiest Tonio, had been in years. He'd seen his papa laugh and smile and sing, when he cooked he swayed and hummed, such a stark opposite to the methodical silence when he cooked in Italy

And Giorno was angry. Angry that Passione tried taking this away from them, tried killing his father who wanted nothing more than to live a quiet life in peace, tried tearing apart the family his father had built with his bare, bloody hands

he wasn't going to let that stand

and well....... Okuyasu certainly isn't going to let his little brother do this on his own :)

Giorno has the calculating mind, Okuyasu has the raw power, and both are fueled by protective vengeance. Needless to say, Italy was not ready for these two

(also this is. Completely separate from what I was talking about but as I was thinking I wanted to possibly experiment with somehow putting Volpe into the AU, since he's Tonio's little brother in the Purple Haze Feedback novel and also part of Passione and according to the wiki is resentful of his brother for his choices. I'm not fully sure, I just think it would be neat and add a bit of fun and some conflict.

Maybe Volpe was one of the people Diavlo sent after Tonio after doing a bit of digging and learning about their connect? Maybe there was a bit of non consensual drugging, which led to Tonio being landed in the hospital in a way that Crazy D couldn't fix and could then lead to Giorno and Okuyasu's loathing of drugs and add more to the desire for revenge upon learning that guy was their uncle)

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crabonfire · 1 year

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Loss and comfort.

Characters: scout.

Warnings: Loss, grieving, reader not taking care of themselves.

Not a warning, but S/O gets nonverbal when they are sad.

note: hii

This is an update, so if you're an active follower of mine, please read before continuing on. This month, my mental health and overall well being has not been the best. I know I keep taking breaks, but unfortunately, these said breaks are necessary. I just lost my cats, and I'm coping as best I can. Please be patient with what I write, and I hope you all enjoy it.

Scenario: You've recently lost somebody close to you, and you're still sortve processing everything. You've been in your room all day, not eating or taking care of yourself overall, and scout decides to check up on you.

♡Scout♡

• When you two are out in the field, usually he'd like to show off to you, because you would always compliment or even make fun of him a bit, but today, you were so quiet.

• all you'd give him was a simple nod, a small smile, or just a thumbs up while you continued on your battle.

• so his first thought was that he did something wrong, and after the battle, he wanted to go and talk to you, but the moment the battle was done you hurried off to your room.

• something was definitely wrong, and he thought it was something he'd do, or have said that day.

• he was still thinking about what to do, so he sorta just...waited for you to come out instead of coming to you, probably still thinking about what to ask, or say.

• but you never did.

He'd walk by your room, ask if anybody had seen you, but you never once stepped out of your room. Not even to eat, or to do anything at all. It was like you were never there.

• so, he came over to your room, plate of dinner in hand as he knocked gently.

"Yo babe, you in there? Ya didn't come out for dinner, so I saved you a plate."

After he heard some shuffling, there you were.

• his face dropped, noticing your tear stained face, nose red and puffy, presumably from crying.

"Oh shit, what happened?"

And right when he asked, you started to cry again.

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• after some time, you'd finally calm down from your crying, slowly eating the eggs engie had cooked for dinner. He sat next to you on your bed, worried eyes focused on your face.

• "You...wanna talk about it?"

You nodded a "no" quickly, and continued eating more. He simply said "okay" and let you eat your food in silence. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, you weren't saying anything either.

"Was it something I said?" You nodded another "no".

• though after a bit, you placed the food on your desk nearby, got a piece of paper, and wrote something to him. The paper read;

I don't talk when I'm upset. That's just how I am. I don't want to talk about it right now, but thank you for being here. It's not anything that you did, but I'm just not ready to tell you yet. I'm sorry.

He read, relieved it wasn't about him, but worried about what had made you so upset, you stopped taking care of yourself.

"...do you want to be alone? Or do you want me to stay?" He asked, looking up at you with bright eyes. You contemplated for a bit, but you wrote,

I'd like to be alone. Is that okay?

"Totally, don't even worry about it babe." He smiled softly at you, he gave you a pat on the back before he continued,

"No matter what it is your upset about, I'll always be here for ya, okay? Nothin' will be too much for the both of us ta handle, and I know your a strong, badass person."

He smiled wider when he saw you smile too, "I love ya babe," He leaned to give you a kiss on your forehead, "I love you so much."

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• The next morning, when he saw you he immediately went over to you.

"How are you baby? Feelin' better?" He asked, a spark of joy in his eyes, just happy to see you were able to get out of bed.

"Yeah, thanks for asking Jeremy. You really helped a lot last night."

You two spent the day together, having fun and battling like usual, and when you calmed down, you decided that it's better to tell him what happened then to keep it in.

So, you sat him down in your room.

"My...friend passed away. It was a week ago but, I had just heard about it yesterday. I didn't know how to...feel about it. I mean or course I'm sad but, I just can believe it you know? I can't believe that they're gone..." You sighed, "And I can't believe I can't see em anymore. I won't talk to them anymore, we won't hang our anymore and I won't be able to see them ever again...it hurts you know?"

He felt his heart drop, oh god, how sorry he felt for you. Tears fell from your eyes as you vented to him, heart beating fast as you remembered all the things you did with them. It hurts to see them go you know?

When you were done, he didn't know what to say, but he pulled you in for the tightest, yet friendliest hug you've ever had in your life. He gripped your chest, letting you cry into his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry."

You sobbed into him, and it felt like you did so for an eternity. Yet with his shirt now soaked, he didn't even move out of that tight embrace once. Didn't even consider it.

"Dying sucks so bad. It feels like...when your with them it's jus' You guys against the world! I get it, but life can be a piece a' shit and ruin it all." He said, "I know ya cared for em, you really loved them too, and they mustve loved you just as much..."

He pulls away to look at you, eyes determined to make you feel better.

"It feels like...the world won. They took somebody from you, and that's so ass." He struggled to find the right words but he continued anyways, "But that doesn't mean you should give up. Wherever your friend is, I'm sure they're still there, havin' fun and lookin' after ya."

You chuckle through your tears, a bitterness reverberating in your chest when you say, "That's so damn cliche.." He nods, "Yeah, but...that doesn't mean it's wrong."

"It's okay to cry, it's okay to...break down and think life is shit. But I want you to know that it won't always be like this. Life is one big party babe, it's good, then bad, good again, then maybe bad again. It's crazy! But...somehow, in the bad, we always get back up on our feet."

He smiled, "And I know you will too. It might take you a while to move on, or even think of them without cryin', but I wantcha' to know that it's alright...these things take time man, it doesn't take a second to just suddenly be happy again, and that's okay."

"When life gives you lemons, you cut them up and squirt lemon juice all over life's eyes! Because, your strong, and fuck life for fuckin' you up!"

You laughed, making him smile wider.

"Wow, this is kind of out of character for you. Didn't know you were so good at this stuff, Jer."

He blushed, and laughed, "Hell yeah, I AM good at this stuff. How'd you just notice that? Wow babe, you don't pay attention to me." He scoffed dramatically, placing a hand to his heart all offended. You roll your eyes, "Oh shut up."

"...thank you though, for all this...your a good listener, and a surprisingly good therapist too."

He simply smirked at that, "Yer welcome babe, if you want a shoulder to cry on, or somebody to talk to, yer boyfriend is here for ya!"

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rushed the ending because I stopped crying when I wrote this haha!! this was sortve just me writing myself advice so that I could cope better with loss LMFAOOO

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #rip to my two cats that died this month #i miss u two and i love u #u were gone too soon u little angels :(

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curseofaphrodite · 2 years

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EVERGREEN

Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

summary: you were back after a long trip and your best friend was pissed - not the best combo. implied smut at the end, unedited, besties to lovers, cheesy asf.

It should have been a happy moment; but when Anthony saw you, he felt something tearing him apart from the inside.

It wasn't the fact that you were practically glowing (yes, there was a selfish part of him that wanted you to be miserable in your travels), or how you didn't rush to him first (were I not your closest friend? he thought stupidly, watching his family fawn over you with questions.) — no.

Anthony Bridgerton was annoyed because you weren't alone. There was a man right beside you, and the lingering touches on your arm said you were more than mere acquaintances.

"Anthony!" you exclaimed finally, almost throwing yourself to him in a hug. You drew back the last second and he frowned. "I've missed you!"

"I could say the same here," he said, trying not to sound bitter. I should be bitter. Didn't she leave without saying goodbye? Did she think so little of me? "I bet you have some stories to tell."

His eyes went over to the man beside you, who stiffened at being glared at.

"This is Richard," you said promptly. "You'll get along, I know so."

Richard who? Anthony bit back his question and shook the man's hands, as unfriendly as he could. Before anyone could say another word, the carriage pulled up, leading to the bustle of bags being lifted.

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Over the next few weeks, Anthony only got more confused. Sure he used to talk to you all the time before you departed for god knows where, but now it seemed as if you were busy all the time. Hell, even when you were over at his house, you were at the opposite end of the room, talking to Eloise or Benedict or even the cook.

Anybody but him.

It's almost as if you were avoiding him.

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few days later

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"Jesus Christ!" you yelled, dropping the book in surprise. Anthony came out of his hide spot, standing tall and proud at how you didn't notice him before. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"It's common knowledge you spend your Thursdays at the public library," he said grimly. "If I remember right, I introduced you to this very spot."

You brushed the dust off the front of your dress. "What do you want?"

"Answers. For one, I'd like to know how you seem so agitated with me, when clearly it's me who has more reasons to be!"

"I'm not angry with you—"

"Oh please, you avoid me like the plague, you won't come five feet near me and it's like you've forgotten that you're my closest friend."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm your only friend."

"Was," he corrected, pausing. "Was my only friend. If you haven't noticed, you weren't around for six months. I had no one."

"That's not true," you shook your head, as if the guilt would shake off with the dust. "I didn't leave you. There was a lot on your plate already—"

"Leave would mean I knew you were going. No, you didn't leave. You abandoned me," his voice raised slightly, making you slightly shocked. "You didn't even tell me you were going away. Not one goddamn word."

"I sent a letter—"

"Two weeks later! After I was worried sick!"

You sighed. "You had Siena."

He blinked. "How's she connected with you?"

"I didn't think I was leaving you high and dry when you had her. Especially because you had her."

"And you?" he asked, incredulous. "Are you saying you never needed me the same way I needed your friendship? Or did you find my replacement as soon as you landed?"

"Richard's my butler," you sighed. "He's a loyal guy, even though he doesn't talk much. He never was your replacement."

He scoffed. "I'm not worthy of one then?"

"I couldn't say goodbye to you," you said firmly. "I just couldn't. I won't apologize for that."

"Why?"

"You know why."

He took a step forwards, cautious as ever. "I don't."

You took a deep breath in.

"If you asked me to stay, I would have," you said quickly. "I would have done anything you asked even though you had Siena. I would have pretended to steal the stars from the sky if it made you happy. I didn't like how you had me wrapped around your finger so when I had an opportunity to leave, I did. It was better than watching you and Siena together for the rest of my life."

He went silent, making you realize he wasn't expecting THAT. He blinked a few times, as if coming out of a dream. His next question was surprising too.

"The week before you departed; we were drunk one night. Do you remember?" he asked, another step forwards.

"No," you lied, your heart going a mile per second.

"We kissed, tell me you remember that."

"Not one bit."

He smiled; a full, pleasing smile. "I'll refresh your memory then."

He dipped his head to meet your lips, full of haste, hidden passion. You almost stumbled back into the stack of books, but you knotted your hands into his hair, pulling him close. He groaned at the taste of your kiss, how desire suddenly overtook his senses.

"I have been in love with you forever," you said between kisses, and his eyes darkened.

"Good, because you're mine," he whispered, dragging his mouth painfully slow over your neck.

That Thursday, you spent quite a lot more time browsing for books than usual.

#anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x y/n #astoria writes #fluff #imagines #bridgerton x female reader #jealousy

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linawritestwst · 2 years

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twst characters as things from my class gc!

UM. HELLO THERE. so, i wish i could say that YAY HIATUS IS OVER I'M BACK, but.. nope, it's not over yet. i think these first months of uni will be very busy for me and when i finally manage to get some free time, my energy levels are just too low for writing, haha.. so yeah, i'm not sure when i'll be able to go back to writing imagines.

but i didn't want this blog to be totally dead, so i decided to do this fun little thing! i saw a lot of people doing posts like this and my class gc is. well. a whole circus, so i thought i should try this too. idk if these are going to be "in character" but i hope they sound like something twst characters would actually say.

this is going to be mostly heartslabyul, because i feel like our class really has heartslabyul energy jnmfdkdldf.

riddle: *a voice message* "trey, tell them that if they don't come to this event, they WILL regret it and the headmaster will kick their asses. no, actually, i'd be okay with doing it myself. you can just send this message to them. i wish everyone a good day, a good life.. and i wish for those who won't come to at least have pretty tombstones when i'm done with them."

ace: oh well, looks like i'm gonna get my ass kicked.

cater: i'd rather get my ass kicked than go to that event and die of cringe.

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deuce: i'm sorry, i don't really get this, can someone send me their notes?

riddle: here *sends a pic of his notes*

ace: oh, of course you're the type to have ✨a e t h e t i c ✨ notes.

cater: you forgot the 's'

ace:

ace: oh, of course you're the type to have ✨a e s t h e t i c ✨ notes. (edited)

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(for context: one of my classmates mentioned that he's really into cooking and he's been trying to learn how to bake, but my prof said that there is no need for a man to learn how to bake unless he wants to impress a woman and even if he does it to impress her, she's gonna start using him, because now she knows he can bake. yes. he was very serious about it)

trey: the fun thing is that i'm actually bi and i already have a boyfriend, so hearing that i'm allowed to bake only to impress women is.. an interesting experience.

fem!yuu: i don't care that you already have a bf, i'm still gonna make you bake for me.

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cater: so i tried to take a pic of professor trein for fun, but i couldn't take a normal pic from this angle, so it looks like he's on top of the world and he's looking down on all of us

cater: this is so deep, i know

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(these are other messages after that one baking incident)

jamil: what's the deal with him saying that cooking for women is not masculine enough?

lilia: i got it, boys, we're only gonna cook for other men from now on

epel: the things that we have to do to keep our masculinity..

cater: marrying a man that you cooked for is the next step

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(again, for context: we have to make a short video introduction for all of us and we're planning to make it look like a tv show opening, but we don't know what song to use)

ace: seriously, y'all are acting like that one shrek scene

ace: idia goes "ANIME OP", cater goes "POPULAR SONG", idia is still sending anime ops and cater is still suggesting popular songs meanwhile lilia suddenly goes "A RANDOM SONG FROM THE 80'S"

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trey, saying this to ace and deuce: i don't know how to stop you two from fighting all the time, so i'm just gonna send random recipes every time you two start arguing.

trey: and it looks like i already have to send the first recipe.

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yuu, showing a drawing they made for a class event: i wasn't able to fit in all the letters, so i had to do it in a more.. creative way.

ace: ah yes, happy inter

translation day everyone

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azul: *a voice message* you got it all wrong. we, dorm leaders, have other things to do and you all still have to do these tasks. so have fun with all of these assignments, hehe~

yuu: *also a voice message* hehe.. hehe.. hehe.. *STARTS CRYING*

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vil, sending a picture of his tired face: can you see how tired i am of reading all this nonsense now

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deuce: i'm gonna be honest, i wish i could put more effort into this, but i can't

ace: dude, no one here has put any fucking effort into this

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kalim, trying to do his dorm leader duties and write a class schedule + add professors' names: um. guys. i just realized that i don't know any of our professors' names

kalim: also, what is even the headmaster's first name

yuu, who's too tired of crowley's behavior: crowley. it's just crowley. write it like that

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bonus: twst characters as songs that were sent for that one video introduction thing. i am only gonna do some characters, because some songs are too "local" and obscure for everyone's understanding hdfkdmfk

ace: all star by smash mouth

cater: not exactly a song, but someone sent a tiktok that looked like this very ~aesthetic~ and pretty sitcom intro.. but with bts members. it just feels like cater to me

trey: friends opening theme

ruggie: never gonna give you up. i just feel like he would send it. or ace.

floyd: you spin me round (like a record) by dead or alive

kalim: parappa the rapper ost. or azumanga daioh opening

vil: listen, if i had to assign both by todrick hall to anyone in twst that would be him or cater

idia: *SIGHS* someone decided to send bnha openings. yeah

lilia: anything from maneskin's discography

silver: wake me up before you go go by wham! get it. get it, it's because silver is always sleepy and-

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Ch. 4: Dinner and Breakfast

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

After washing your hands, you walked back outside to see the firepit was lit and some of the cowboys were sitting around eating. You saw Jake standing to the side and walked over to him.

He smiled when he saw you.

"How come you're not eating?" you asked.

"I was waiting for you," he replied, extending his hand towards the buffet table.

You took a plate and began loading it up with food. At the far end of the table, you spotted Griff with a large pot, most likely his renowned barbecue.

"Ms. Y/N," Griff greeted with a nod as you approached him. "It's wonderful to have you back."

You smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Griff."

Griff turned to Jake. "Well, if it isn't Jake Seresin. How've you been? It's been, what, a few months?"

You glanced at Jake.

"Something like that, Griff," Jake responded with a grin.

The two of you made your way to an empty hay bale and settled in.

"A few months?" you ask.

"Yeah. I try to make it back when I can. It's good to get away from the base every now and then."

"I can imagine," you replied, taking a bite of your barbecue sandwich. You set it back down on the plate and glanced at Jake. "I do miss this kind of food from time to time."

Jake smiled. "I can see that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You've got a little something on your lip right there," he pointed out, reaching over to gently wipe your mouth.

You couldn't help but smile at Jake's gesture, feeling a mixture of nostalgia and warmth. "Thanks."

He grinned. "No problem."

The conversation flowed easily after that, as you and Jake caught up on each other's lives, sharing stories and laughing together. It was strange, but in a good way, to feel this connection with him again after so long.

"It's been a long day," Jake finally said and you looked at him.

"Yeah. I guess it has." You stood up. "Let's get you home."

The two of you went and threw your garbage into the trash can, headed to your rental truck and got in. You started the truck and began driving.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Jake asks.

You shrugged. "I'm not sure. Whatever needs to be done around here, I guess."

"You want to go for a ride?"

You looked at him. "Sure."

"It was really nice seeing you again."

"You too."

The drive back was filled with a comfortable silence, the occasional hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop. As you pulled up to the house, Jake turned to you with a smile.

"Thanks for today, Y/N. It was really great."

You returned the smile. "You can thank my brother for that, but likewise."

Jake opened the door, stepped out of the truck and headed towards his parents house. Watching him go, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Today had been unexpected, but in the best possible way. You looked forward to whatever tomorrow might bring.

The next morning, you woke up, got dressed and headed to the kitchen where James sat at the island drinking coffee and reading a paper and Griff was cooking.

"I didn't think newspapers existed anymore," you said as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

"I didn't think you and Jake Seresin would ever get back together, but here we are."

You met James's gaze. "We're not together. We've just been catching up."

"Uh huh," James responded, taking another sip of his coffee.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing Jake along with his sister Leslie.

"Oh my God! Y/N!" Leslie exclaimed, rushing towards you with excitement, and the two of you shared a tight embrace. You looked at Jake.

"Sorry. When she heard you were home, she insisted on driving me over."

Leslie parted from you and looked at you. "Exactly. Don't blame him."

"I won't," you responded.

"It is so good to see you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?"

You and Leslie had been best friends since elementary school, and she had been heartbroken when you moved to Alaska, but she understood.

Leslie glanced from you to Jake and then back to you.

"You know what, forget I asked that. I'll talk to you later. Bye James," she said before heading out the door.

"Here you go, Ms. Y/N," Griff said placing a basket on the kitchen island.

"Thank you, Griff."

"You want some breakfast since you just got up? I've got some eggs and bacon."

"Sure."

"Jake? What about you?"

"I'd love some. Thank you."

Griff prepared some plates for the two of you and set them down on the island. As he did, James folded his paper and stood up.

"I've got to go check on the guys. Could you check the north fence today?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks," he said and went out the door.

Griff wiped his hands on his apron. "I've got to go answer that call," he said, then swiftly left the kitchen.

You and Jake exchanged puzzled looks.

"Alrighty then," you said, starting to eat.

When you finished, you placed your dish in the dishwasher along with Jake's and grabbed the basket.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go get the horses saddled and ride out."

The two of you headed out the door and to the barn.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fanfiction #glen powell #hangman top gun #top gun maverick hangman #hangman #hangman fanfic #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick

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OOOH for the WiP meme!! 🤔📄👻

🤔 Do you have any WIPs where you wish you had chosen a different fandom/character? — Not really! Because what draws me to writing fic is usually the characters and the situations I can put them in, and the fic is built around that.

👻Is there a scene that you find intimidating that you have yet to write? — THE ENDING OF MY TLT BANG. I'm putting it on hold for a while and go back to other stuff in the fandom while my brain cooks :D

📝Share a snippet of an unposted WIP, with or without context.

The HtN Dios Apate-centric AU that has been haunting me for 6 months

The long and the short of it is that Joy decides that Harrowhark should not die. She was always a sucker for a nun, she and John both, and together they bundle up the girl to keep her deficient body safe while her soul fights where they truly need her. Augustine doesn’t know how they’ve strongarmed the girl into agreeing, but he doesn’t mind it—as pitiful as the girl is, it’s far too soon for her to die. Gideon’s dull stone face doesn’t give anything away, but little Ianthe looks all too thrilled even as she’s going to her possible death. Oh, to be young and infatuated.

They leave their bodies behind. They fight for hours, from the banks of the River to the depths of the Barathron, and it’s Augustine who finally wrestles the Beast into hell. Good fucking riddance, he thinks, tired and drained, too fraught with nerves to feel victorious. He’s shaking. That’s one ancient enemy they’ve gotten rid of—one of six in a long myriad, and it cost them three of their number.

In the Mithraeum, John welcomes them eagerly. “Well done,” he says, shifting on his feet, looking restless. His voice is charged in a way Augustine has rarely heard before, but he’s too tired to linger on that thought. They won, nobody died; he needs to sleep. Ianthe, the chit, is bouncing with restless energy, finally feeling like a real Lyctor, and so is Gideon, who has never been happy in his life unless he’s killing something. He catches sight of John reassuring Harrowhark as he leaves. It’s ridiculous how diligently God has been cultivating their little almost-Anastasia, with her broken brain and painted face.

“Oh, it’s fine,” he’s saying, as Augustine stumbles away. “Don’t worry about it.”

He sleeps for two days. On the third day, they all eat together; John has assembled plates of flatbread and meats and steamed vegetables, and Augustine picks at the food half-heartedly. The air is not precisely merry—they are all recovering from the onslaught of the Heralds as well as the fight—but it is comfortable and easygoing; Augustine lets Ianthe pester him for stories of the early days on Korionthos, and even Joy appears relaxed. John, oddly enough, barely talks, but he seems very content to listen, a pensive expression on his face.

The next day, Gideon is gone. This is beyond unusual. John would never—he has never—sent them away on missions so soon after a Beast fight. But when asked about it, John only shrugs. “Oh, nothing too taxing, I promise. He didn’t mind.” That, Augustine believes; Gideon is often in haste to leave and find something else to stick his sword into. “He’ll be back soon.”

“If you say so, Lord.” Joy’s voice conveys perfectly her distaste at Gideon’s eagerness to depart his brother and sisters, as though she didn’t feel the exact same way about all of them.

On the sixth day, John invites them to dinner. Just Augustine and Mercy; he says that the girls are doing their thing, with a gesture that hints at the mystery of young people, and suggest they do dinner and drinks on their own.

“I want to try Cassy’s roast recipe, the one with the cranberries,” he says. “The last time I prepared a whole proper meal… well, must have been before I left for the Erebos. Will you humour me?”

He says it so earnestly. His eyes are terrible. Augustine should not wish to look into them as much as he does.

#folfar #askbox games #writing tag #elle tlt posting #tlt

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Were the Silent breaks Part 1

Lego Ninjago Master of Spinjitzu was created by Michael Hegner and Tommy Andreasen the owners of the series.

This story was inspirert by justbirdie, Huge thanks to them.

I do not own Ninjago

This is my first story hope you like it.

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It's been 6 months since the defeat of the crystal king and his minions, peace is once again back to the people of Ninjago, all thanks to the brave heroes. After the defeat the people of Ninjago demanded that the mayor stop hunting the ninja and after some talking the mayor finally agreed to let them go. People have already started to rebuild the city again while our heroes are still fighting evil, even with the bigger threats gone there are still bad guys out there that need to be stopped.

We continued the day with the ninjas arriving back at the monastery on a calm night after stopping a bank robbery.

Jay enters the living area with a huge smile, Nya not too far behind.

"Another day rescued by the ninja" He fist pumps the air while jumping up in the air in his excitement.

"Relax dude, it’s just a robbery" Cole rolled his eyes at his friend's stupidity.

"Right, ~but~ we still beat the bad guys," Jay replied back as he sat down on the couch.

"You missed my point dude," Cole said bluntly, shuffling forward and plopping down.

Zane came in smiling at his two brothers arguing. "Some things never change" he thought.

"After everything that has happened to this city, you think they would learn a lesson" Said Lloyd, annoyed.

Looking at his little brother with sympathy Kai snickers. "We could've saved the world another hundred times, I doubt they would've learned" He crossed his arms.

"Yeah.. well" He punched Kai's shoulder lightly "It would be nice if they did''

"I'm proud of you all" Wu entered the room with Garmadon. (He got turned back to human after the crystal king was defeated. P.S I know that's not what really happened but it’s my story so I go at it =D)

Everybody turned towards the two."Even when the odds were against you, never stopped you from fighting"

"It’s our pleasure," Lloyd replied.

" I don't know about you guys but I am starving" Jay began patting his belly.

Cole gave a big smile. "Then you are in luck, cause it’s my turn to cook" He said with pride.Jay's face seemed to lose all color.

"Oh Nooooo" Cole looked coffended at Jay’s answer.

"What you mean Oh No!?

""No big offense man…" Jay knew he was gonna regret this, but it had to be done or he would die.

"Your cooking can be a little……bad" Jay scrambled behind the couch.

It became quiet as all eyes were on Cole.

"It's not that bad!!" He offered.

"You literally broke Zane last time," Nya replied.

There was a split second of silence, then the whole room broke into laughter, even the two masters themself.

Cole crossed his arms as he turned around mumbling something about his recipes being appetizers.

After a few minutes of laughing and making sure the master of earth didn't kill the master of lighting, Kai went beside Cole, pulling his arm over his shoulder as he led him into the kitchen.

"Come on, we'll cook together," Kai said.

Even though Cole loved to cook his favorite recipes, Kai's style of cooking was good old homemade meals, instead of big fancy meals like Zane likes, his meal was simple but delicious. If Cole had to give up cooking he would be happy Kai was the one taking over, next to Zane of course nobody could beat Zane's cooking.

"Fine," Cole said, while Kai gave him a smile as they entered the kitchen.

"Okay, dude" Pulling out a cooking book he turned to Cole. "Let's start"

A few minutes later they began to cut vegetables, while Kai was cutting some carrots. If he had looked an inch to the side he would see Cole looking at him with worried eyes.

When the crystal king was finally defeated and things began to calm down in the city for some random reason the other startet to wonder about Kai, when something bad happens.

It wasn't that he was acting sad or heartbroken. No, he was acting far too casual, maybe alittle angry and silly but that was normal. From different moments in his life, from catastrophic mission to losing someone, he'd shrugged off almost any concern the others showed towards him, simply stating that he was fine and began making sure the others were okay.

But to them it wasn't…. normal.

After everything he had encountered, especially after they lost Nya to the sea.

One would expect Kai would be devastated and heartbroken, with Jay he had locked himself in dr Julian's old tower to mourn her death even Lloyd quit the team to be a window cleaner because he was scared. The two explain it was never the same without her. Kai's reaction however shocked them, he wasn't mourning her sacrifice at the blacksmith with his parents, he had in the start but it didn't last long. Nya's death had effectet him that was true but not in the way they had first anticipated, and interaction between Kai and Jay had brought out a new view.

It really had them all thinking back all the time anything tragic happened to them, Kai was almost always there for the others, whether it was during the night or day, he was always there to lend a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen to.

But it also raises the question.

Who checked on Kai?

Not once could anybody ever recall talking with Kai or if he was okay after missions, the few times they did were mere small moments. He had almost always denied their support in any way possible and in due time they thought he was just being stubborn or thinking he was telling the truth so they never really brought it up.

Everybody wanted to ask him but hasn’t found the time and dare they admit courage to ask.

"Once you're done cutting the onions could you make the sauce?" Kai's voice startled him, interrupting his thoughts.

Blinking a few times Cole hesitated. "Y..Yeah, dude" Dark brown eyes flickering away momentarily before returning to his task.

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After 30 minutes of cooking, Cole finally gathered his courage.

"Hey Kai" He started carefully as he placed the last plate on the table.

"Sup, dude" Kai replied happly, not taking his eyes off the stew he was steering.

Taking a deep breath and straightening his body slightly.

"Do you…." He hesitated. "Regret joining the team?" He asked.

Kai froze at the question, Cole couldn't withhold a wince as he heard Kai's neck crack as he turned to look at him.

"Maybe this was a mistake?!. Maybe I should've just kept quiet? Maybe it wasn't the right time" Cole thought as Kai kept staring at him.

"What?" Kai asked.

"I just wondered" He ran a hand through his hair. "I asked everybody else and I wanted to hear your answer" A small lie, but he had to make up something to cover his tracks.

Kai hesitated for a moment.

"Look.. you don't have to anw-"

"I'm not completely sure," Kai interrupted.

He turned off the stove then went to lean on the counter. Kai sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared at his boots.

Cole sat slowly as he waited for Kai to tell him.

"To begin with, I joined this team to save my sister," He began.

"But after that… I followed the path of a ninja" Kai managed a strained smile, crossing his arms

"I will admit. It was a crazy time" Kai snickers. "But I had a blast. All those adventures and all those battles we had the friends we made along the way, I would never trade for anything else" Kai looked at Cole.

"However" His smile fell. "We also had alot going on, bad things" "It made me wonder if it was worth it"

He averted his eyes to look out the window."Was it worth all the pain? There were times when I wanted to quit the team, a part of my brain told me to just take Nya back to the blacksmith were it was safe and forget this whole mess and live our life like before"

"Why didn't you?" Cole asked.Kai looked back at Cole with hesitance.

"There was more need here," He replied.

Cole was left speechless, Kai however, was uncomfortable and turned back to the stew.

"Let's get this done before Jay starts fussing over us," Kai said, his happy spirit gone.

"S..Sure" Was the only reply Cole gave.

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It was around dinner time and everybody was enjoying eachothers company alongside the meal Cole and Kai made.

"Mmmmm" Jay stuck a mouthful of food in his mouth. "This so good"

"Indeed" Zane gave the two chefs a smile. "Thank you dear brothers for this meal"

"Your welcome man," Kai replied. "But I couldn't have done it without this man" He bumped into Cole.

Cole smiled at him.

Suddenly a phone broke that moment, Kai suddenly stood up looking guilty .

"Sorry. Must be my dad" Waving his phone, he left the room.

A silence took over. But that silence was quickly interrupted by Lloyd who looked uncomfortable as he asked.

"What you think Kai meant?"

Cole nearly choked on his drink. He put it down as he coughed.

Nya leaned over and patted Cole on the back to help him.

Cole recovered and said, "How did you know?!"

"I was passing by" Lloyd said guiltily, he hadn't meant to eavesdrop on their conversation, it was an accident.

Cole was quiet as the other turned to him confused.

"Cole, what is Lloyd talking about?" Nya asked, worried there was something wrong with her brother.

He didn't get much time to think before Kai rentered the room, still on the phone.

"Okay dad, I'll be out soon" He hung up the phone and looked at his second family with a sorry expression.

"Sorry I gotta cut my dinner short" He told them.

"What's wrong brother?" Nya Ask.

"Nothing to worry sis. Dad just told me, he's here to tell me something, " He replied.

"I'll be back soon" He then left again.

They waited until they heard the door close then turned their attention back to Cole.

"Cole"

Cole didn't know if he should, but in the end the others would find out one way or another.

So with a deep breath he told them what Kai told him. To say shocked was an understanding, but there was also confusion, after a few minutes of silence everybody tried to find out what to do with this information.

"I mean yeah I get the dude" Jay began rubbing his neck. " But even that doesn’t explain much doesv it"

"No it doesn’t" Zane replied.

"So what do we do?" Lloyd asked.

"I don't know," Cole said.

"Maybe we can look in his room?" Jay suggested.

"ARE YOU CRAZY!!" Everybody yelled at Jay.

Each ninja knew Kai didn't like people in his room, and they respected that, alongside the fact that Kai would lose it if anybody did try to enter his room.

"Jay, you know Kai hates it when people enter his room" Nya said, sounding very warily.

"I know, but what other option do we have?" Jay replied back as he was already making his way to the sleeping quarters.

"JAY!" The other followed after Jay, while the masters stayed behind.

"Dude this is a bad idea" Cole said. "We should just wait for Kai to return then ask him

"They stopped by Kai's bedroom door, while Jay went for the door handle.

"Listen dude. I want answers as much as you do" Lloyd began.

"But this is not the way," He said angrily.

"It's worth the risk" He said as he opened the door and stepped in, the others following him.

The room wasn't messy as they had expected. It was very simple compared to the others who either had a big television or huge bookshelf or alot of decor. Kai's room had no television or bookshelf, his room contained a medium window with red curtains, on the windshield was some few pictures and a simple plant. In the room was also a simple desk, two small shelves above the bed with a few books, beside the bed was a small desk with two cabinets and a wardrobe, a small light was giving a soft glow to the room.

"I really thought the room would be filled with pictures of Kai," Jay joked.

"Atleast, it’s not as messy as yours," Jay '' Cole replied funny.

"What you mean? It’s not that messy!!" Jay yelled.

"Have you seen it dude!" Cole rolled his eyes. "I never seen anything like it"

"Guys don't lose focus" Lloyd interrupted looking out the door to make sure Kai wasn't returning.

"Okay" Jay started to look around. "If I was Kai, where would I hide stuff?"

"Well find it!" Lloyd was getting worried.

From the corner of his eye he noticed a loose plank. "Bingo" He bent down and pried it open to reveal a small room with some few items, among them was a book.

"This most be it guys!" He yelled triumph.

"Okay let's see" He didn't get to open it before it was snatched from his hands.

"HE-" He turned to yell at whoever took it from him but shrunk down when he was met with Kai's furious face, he didn't even hear him enter, Jay noticed the others had their head down in shame behind Kai.

"Found anything good" He growled.

"Yoooy d..dude" Jay got up.

The others looked at eachother before exiting the room leaving Jay with a furious Kai.

"Briefing Room.Now" He pointed at the door, Jay felt small at the gaze Kai gave him.

"Okay I can exp-" He tried.

"Save it Jay" His voice startled him. It sounded so… angry and so… sad as Kai pointed at the door again, looking more furious.

With a defeated sigh Jay left, he winced at the door slamming hard behind him. As he made his way to the briefing room Jay started to have regret and wished he'd listened to his friends.

Upon entering the room, the others had gathered together talking.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Lloyd said.

"How angry do you think he is?" Cole asked.

"I don't know," Nya admitted. Never had she encountered anything with her brother to that scale.

All eyes turned to the door as both master Wu and Garmadon entered the room with Kai behind them still mad."I think we have some issues to take care of, '' Wu declared calmly.

Before he could continue the alarm sounded.

"NINJA'S" Borg's fantric face came on the big screen, he looked to be hiding under something and everyone could hear the chaos going around him.

"Borg, what's the emergency?" Lloyd answered, immediately going to leader mode.

"A bunch of intruders are attacking borg tower"

"We're on ou-" Before he could finish the screen went black with Borg screaming face the last thing they saw.

"Team let's go" Kai was the first to sprint out.

"We will talk when you return," Wu said.

Everybody nodded then left after Kai.

#ninjago fic #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago lloyd #ninjago fanfiction #ninjago kai smith #justbirdie #Ninjago #hurt/comfort #family

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