#until Karma punches the fucking baby
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trying not to screech at fae!könig and liebling's maybe-baby having his fluffy tail and teeth
Just a little ball of terror and teeth. No no, I think the baby looks relatively normal, Liebling even sighs with relief that the little monster looks human when the doctors hand it to her. Until she unwraps the blanket and finds a soft patch of fluffy fur running down its back and puffing up into a little triangle tail(thinking about bumper car kittens). Of course the human doctors didn't notice but she and König sure do. König wonders when the spines will come in and Liebling is just... outgunned in her own home.
It's the sweetest little baby in the world, hardly fusses, just gets cradled in König's big hands constantly. Absolutely adores Liebling over König, who can't really blame the pup for it. Teething is a nightmare because that baby gets the same chompers its daddy has. Outwardly an adorable infant with big sky blue eyes and its mother's hair, so fat and happy on Liebling's hip.
#ghoul speaks#cod x reader#x reader#cod x oc#x oc#könig x reader#könig cod#König x oc#oc: liebling#Love is very nervous about letting Carmilla play with the little bugger#worried he's gonna bite her poor little delicate flower#until Karma punches the fucking baby#then it's a whole new issue
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SPARE CHANGE?
a/n: 0.9k words of me making fun of toji. a terrible crack fic i dont even know whether this is funny or not but ofc this is gifted to @kazushawty after making fun of her for changing her themes sm. briefly based off this fking ask from anon, i added that same charity box LMFAO / badly written p -> v sex, no foreplay, man idek whether you guys want warnings 😭😭
“baby, did you manage to get the—” karma turns at the creak of the door, but stops abruptly upon seeing toji enter through the door, which wasn’t exactly a proper door, more made of cardboard because he had punched through it once. the writer would’ve replaced it, but toji was always out killing sorcerers, and that made it difficult to go shopping for a door where they could be seen and identified everywhere. plus, karma was susceptible to complaints by toji at times for picking a door too expensive.
“why do you look like that…” toji’s hair was all over the place, shirt crumpled and chest heaving from probably running over.
“got us some change.” he grinned, showing karma the charity box he forcibly yanked from the counter. it was hilarious in retrospect, seeing such a big burly man attempt to order some mcdonald’s for him and his girl, but got distracted by the spare change in the charity box that’s installed to the counter. it was no problem for him, since he had already scared everyone with that big ass worm on his shoulders, and with one clean sweep of his sword he was able to dislodge it. his stupid face was sure to get plastered in posters all over the store now.
“are you serious, toji?” karma crossed her arms, clearly displeased, and yet the dishevelled state toji was in reminded her of the many nights he had her under him, panting and out of breath as both him and the worm stared down at her—
“what? a little theft doesn’t hurt anyone, doll.”
“that’s charity money, baby!” she says one thing and yet something else is tugging at her, the tight shirt on her boyfriend to the clench of his muscles and the thighs through the occasional shorts that toji wore; everything about toji was attractive that it send her pussy fluttering, prompting her to walk up to her. the other almost thinks he’s going to get another lecture but all he can feel is her hand throwing the box to the side, a hand tangled in his sweaty hair and she yanks him down to plant a sloppy kiss on her man’s lips.
it wasn’t difficult, then, for toji to take over, one hand on her waist, walking her backwards into their bedroom. the mattress was nearing its end, peeling at the sides while the springs start to show, but karma didn’t care, letting the other take over easily as he removes her shirt along with her underwear, the desires getting too much. the bedframe below them creaked just a little, sending panic through her, but toji waves it off with a hand.
“i’ll fuck you until this shitty bed breaks.” he laughs, spreading karma’s legs easily, with her already wet, it’s easy to slip in.
“YOU were the one who chose this, you broke bitch!” karma licks her lips despite her outburst, at the way toji fishes out his member, and while crude names were the norm, toji knew they held no malice.
“yeah, this broke bitch—” the other strokes his dick, already prepared to slam into karma, but there’s a faint echo of police sirens in the background, “is forever and ever, karma’s.”
“yeah, but not for long if you get arrested! hurry and fuck me already—”
“bet.” as with the many times they’ve fucked, she hardly needs any prep, feeling toji’s large horse cock enter her and soon toji sets a pace, getting his girl moaning while he rocks into her with the pace of an old man. all that running has got his hip feeling a little wonky.
“oh yeah!! right there tojiiiiii!”
“yeah, take it like the bitch you are—”
“hello? how dare you call a woman a bitch?” karma gives him the finger, but knows it’s a slip of his tongue, either way she knows toji tries his best. she flips the both of them over and taking the lead cause he was just too goddamn slow, like a fucking snail, he is.
“heh, apologies, baby. old habits die hard, just like stealing.”
karma speaks in between moans, “yeah, after this i’m returning that charity box.” she reaches her high fast, toji’s shaft reaching deep easily before she climaxes, hips still rocking atop him but she stills when she hears that the sirens are closer with each breath she takes and doesn’t let toji cum, pulling him by his dick to pester him to change quickly.
“let’s get out of here, toji, c’mon.”
“thought you said you were gonna return it?” toji grins, slapping karma on the ass before getting changed. he almost falls over trying to get the other foot into his underwear. “also i didn’t even cum yet!”
“shut up, i’ll suck you off in the car. but either way, whatever my boyfriend does i’ll support him,” karma reaches forward to plant a kiss on him, but not before they both hear the wood cave in behind them, the once bedframe left in a heap on the floor as dust flew everywhere.
toji and karma simply exchanged laughs, running out to their cardboard toji built by hand to evade the police easily, although they had to create a new one because toji had came too much and also his worm vomited all over the cardboard and melted through it unfortunately. ah, well.
(they both forgot to take the charity box of change)
#WHAT DO I EVEN TAG LMFAOOOO#jujutsu kaisen#fushiguro toji x reader#crack fic#jjk scenarios#jjk#toji x reader#karma x toji#toji smut
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Incorrect Quotes: Jamie, Olive and Riley Edition
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Jamie: I'm the smartest, wisest person in this group.
Olive: Is your hand stuck in a vending machine?
Jamie: I paid for my Mars Bar, I'm getting my Mars Bar.
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Olive: I was arrested for being too cool.
Jamie: The charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.
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Jamie: Now that Riley is gone I’m going to set fire to the mansion.
Theo: Why?!
Jamie: She is 85% of my impulse control
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Riley: Are you in love with Leonardo?
Jamie, sweating: No
Riley: Then why do you draw ‘L+J’ in hearts everywhere?
Jamie: It stands for loathing and genocide
Olive: Genocide starts with a g—
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Jamie: If karma doesn’t hit you, I fucking will
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Olive: The fact that make up is considered too 'mature' and 'sexualized' implies that being a clown or a mime is the sluttiest job out there
Jamie, looking at the ceiling at 3am:
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Riley: Where’s Achilles?
Jamie: Arthur took him to the spa
Riley: Why?
Jamie: He wanted you to feel jealous of their relationship
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Olive: I was eating at this restaurant and I ordered seafood soup, and there was an octopus tentacle in it
Olive: So like any normal person, I said "I didn't order extra hentai haha"
Olive:
Olive: Anyways, I’m not allowed back there anymore
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Riley, walking into Jamie’s room: Hey, James—
Jamie: (Throws a slice of cheese onto their wall, which is covered completely by other slices)
Riley:
Jamie: I can explain
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Jamie, after saying 'you too' when the waitress says to enjoy her meal: I need to step outside for some time, and I will not be back...for many days...
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Olive: *Imitating the way Shakespeare speaks*
Theo: Speak English like a regular person!
Jamie: Bark like a dog. You’re below me
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Jamie: I am so horny and angry all the time
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Jamie: I don’t think I can handle anymore of your tomfuckery
Olive: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!
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Riley: Hey, Olive, I need some advice
Olive: You need advice from me?
Riley: Yeah, frightening, isn’t it?
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Olive: Vegetable oil is made from vegetables, coconut oil is made from coconuts, so BABY OIL—
Riley: *Gasps*
Jamie: CANT WE JUST HAVE A NICE FAMILY DINNER FOR ONCE?!
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Masamune: I think we should kiss
Jamie: And I think I should punch you in the face, but we don’t always get what we want
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Olive: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at maths
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Jamie: Something’s off
Riley: Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people's feelings
Jamie: No, but that’s funny
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Riley: Favourite horror movie?
Olive: IT
Theo: Saw
Arthur: Annabelle
Jamie: Highschool Musical. After watching it, I spent all my middle school years terrified that my entire school would start singing something and I'd be the only one who didn't know the lyrics
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Jamie: If you ever mistakenly come under the impression that I am a good conversationalist it is because you're seeing the hot dog part of the process and not the slaughter that led up to it
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"What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm fucking pissed."
— Jamie, definitely
#cybird ikemen series#ikemen vampire#ikemen oc#ikemen vampire oc#ikemen vampire incorrect quotes#ikevamp incorrect quotes#oc incorrect quotes
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This is my letter to you. It’s weird to just call you, “you” when you’ve meant so much to me in the past but now I just don’t even know who you are. I feel mixed feelings about everything. You were never honest with me through the whole break up. Which I should’ve expected since you were such a big baby and pussy the whole time. I guess I was just blinded by my love and admiration for you. Wherever that came from. Looking back I’m trying to find all the happy moments but they just seem so dull, almost lifeless. Like what did you really bring to the table for me. I want to say it was a different kind of comfort. Something I had never received so strongly, but it wasn’t healthy at all. I just couldn’t recognize how deeply trapped in the negativity I was in. I guess I ignored it because my love for you was so intense, but it’s all starting to make sense. You never let me be who I truly wanted to or could even grow into being. Me being in a relationship with you really did nothing for me… I was stagnant with myself I stunted my room to grow and really express myself. Most of the time you were there to critique and question me. I feel like I always had my guard up like I had to be on defense to put out any fires YOU caused. You were such a big baby when anything went wrong. I know I always tried hard to cut things out of my life just to keep things off the rocks. The only thing that did was cut me out of opportunities and friendships. Just for you, for this toxic insecure boy. I look at pictures of you now and I’m just so confused like was I really with this clown?I knew you jumped into something new, but it’s all just so embarrassing for you… like that’s who you chose? That’s who you’re proud of. I feel like you just jumped into this and kept rolling with it because you have nothing to stand for on your own. Now you think things are perfect all the time until they’re not. Seeing videos of you kissing on the beach and commenting I love you baby. It’s just all so weird. I guess if that’s what he wants. She is his problem now his fill in sex mommy. He was so messed up and I’m glad to have made it out of the fire now. The only part that stings is this narrative of me that’s he’s created to take the blame off of him. I guess that’s what he needs to do to justify his own guilt and actions. He knows how much he switched things up and hurt me. He’s a coward and he has nothing good coming his way. He is just spineless and stupid. I don’t know why I was so deep into his mess. I think back and all I did was support and take care of him emotionally and physically for almost 2 years. I truly believe he drained my spark in that relationship, I became less than myself. I think I put all my focus and care on him because he was so chaotic it would drive me crazy. Everything was walking on eggshells and it seemed like nothing I ever said or did was good enough. It wasn’t even worth me expressing myself. I hope he lives with the guilt and regret his whole sad life. I’m glad he is not my problem. The part that most bothers me is him telling people things about me. Like you broke up with me, get a life!talking bad about me when it was you’re decision… real classy. You’re just a huge piece of shit and I can not wait for you to just realize that and get your side of the karma. Sounds like everything just worked out so perfectly for you with your new car that you don’t deserve. You’re just so pathetic I want nothing to do with you. After all the pain and tears I shed over you seems ridiculous. It’s like I want a refund. I can’t believe you of all people are taking shit about me but I guess this is who you’ve been the whole time. I just want my satisfaction time, I want that moment where you punch the fucking air over losing me. I know it’ll come. Maybe when your mommy fucks you over. You’re just a loser and you always have been. You definitely did not deserve to be loved the way you were by me. I think maybe I boosted your ego way too much. I honestly have no idea what the hell goes on up there in that empty head. I’m just so angry I want to let go
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With Roe v Wade being taken away, I'm feeling a rush of emotions and it's been hard for me to express. I feel like crying. I feel like my body is a prison. I feel like punching a wall. I feel unsure. I'm raging pissed. I'm scared. I've been talking about starting a family, but now I'm scared to. I'm scared of I have a miscarriage, I could face prison time or worst death. I could have an ectopic pregnancy, which can kill me, but because it's a "baby" I could be imprisoned for getting surgery and trying to survive it. My baby could be still born, and I'll have to birth that child instead of getting a medically necessary procedure done to save my life. I could die while giving birth, and be told that my life doesn't matter. I'm scared to start a family. I'm going to fight with every woman, trans man, and nonbinary to make sure we get our rights back. I'm also scared to even bring kids in a world this messed up. I'm scared for my theoretical daughters having to be told that men control them. We ARE NOT second class citizens. WE ARE HUMAN. We are NOT you sexual toy to bring kids into this world to make you happy. We are NOT livestock. WE are human. Women's rights are being stripped away. My heart is breaking. But I'm going to stand tall, because they brought on a war. A war that they won't stop. A war that will be made of history. We won't back down. Until our rights are put back where they belong, as well as every other fucking right you are taking away from the rest of us in the US. Screw your religious views. SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. THE RIGHT TO PRIVACY. WE WILL NOT BOW DOWN. WE WILL FIGHT YOU AND BURN YOU TO THE GROUND. Be careful what you wish for. Karma is coming in hot. #roevwade #womensrights #mybodymychoice #stayoutofmyuterus #abortthesupremecourt
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Mega Prompt List
I have brought together a few different lists and have over 300 prompts. I love getting request, it’s great, but they don’t always flow in. So the idea is to use a random number generator and have that pick the prompt for me. I have a ton of WIPs so I really shouldn’t be looking to add anything but...Well it’s like trying not to buy a new book. I can’t do it.
Feel free to send me a request from this list if you’d like! And as always, expect a Sterek fic, because that is all I know anymore...
1. I need you.
2. You’re family.
3. I care about you.
4. Can I join you.
5. You made your choice.
6. This isn’t fair!
7. How could you do this?
8. Do you hate me?
9. I could never leave you behind.
10. Come with me.
11. That’s sweet.
12. You look great.
13. Where are you going?
14. That’s new.
15. Let me help you.
16. Drop the attitude.
17. Are you okay?
18. I’ve got you.
19. I’m worried about you.
20. You don’t seem like yourself tonight.
21. Do you like it?
22. You smell nice.
23. They didn’t deserve you.
24. I trust you, do you trust me?
25. Karma is a bitch.
26. What the hell?
27. Son of a bitch.
28. I hope your day gets better.
29. I’m here if you need to talk.
30. Are you listening to me?
31. Sorry.
32. Why are you doing this?
33. Why are you acting like this?
34. How do I look?
35. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.
36. What is this about?
37. You look like hell.
38. I haven’t seen you in a few days.
39. It’s good to see you.
40. You know, you can stay if you want to.
41. I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.
42. Truth hurts, doesn’t it?
43. I almost feel bad for you.
44. What you did was stupid.
45. No. You listen to me.
46. It doesn’t matter.
47. I know you’re scared.
48. You’re a terrible liar.
49. You’re not helping.
50. It’s not safe here.
51. You should leave.
52. Everything is fine.
53. I’ll keep you safe.
54. I hope you know what you’re doing.
55. Just go away.
56. You don’t have to act like you’re okay.
57. I’m only here to help.
58. Don’t mind if I do.
59. Don’t you think you’ve done enough?
60. Thanks for nothing.
61. I’m done.
62. You think that this is easy for me?
63. I hate seeing you like this.
64. You make me so mad.
65. I brought you dinner.
66. Say what?
67. You’ll be fine.
68. You’ve got me on your side.
69. I don’t like you…. I love you.
70. I don’t want you… I need you.
71. What are you doing here?
72. It’s okay to cry.
73. I can tell you’re lying.
74. You’re in danger.
75. You deserve better.
76. You’ve changed.
77. I think I’m in trouble.
78. You always find a way to surprise me.
79. You did what you had to do.
80. You have no idea.
81. Why am I not surprised?
82. This is just great.
83. You’re here late.
84. What’s on your mind?
85. I wanted to apologize.
86. It’s just you and me.
87. I’m just looking out for you.
88. I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.
89. Calm down.
90. Why didn’t you tell me?
91. Oh come on.
92. No one is perfect.
93. You’ve been quiet.
94. What did you just say?
95. I’ll always be there for you.
96. Fair enough.
97. When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.
98. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.
99. You���re not crazy.
100. I’m not leaving.
101. I hope you’re happy.
102. You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.
103. Don’t worry about it.
104. I’ll be there in a few minutes.
105. You’re not going anywhere.
106. You believe me, don’t you?
107. Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.
108. Shhh… You need to be quiet.
109. Fuck you!
110. You don’t even know me.
111. That’s starting to get annoying
112. Hey, hey, calm down They can’t hurt you anymore
113. You can’t just sit there all day
114. I’m too sober for this
115. I’m not here to make friends
116. I need a place to stay
117. Well, that’s tragic
118. You’re seriously like a man-child
119. You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!
120. The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids
121. Dear Diary, …
122. She’s hiding behind the sofa
123. I lost our baby
124. They’re so cute when they’re asleep
125. I’d kill for a coffee…literally
126. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed
127. Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion
128. What’s the matter, sweetie?
129. You’re Satan
130. I don’t want to hear your excuse You can’t just give me wet-willies
131. I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me
132. Did you just hiss at me?
133. Do you really need all that candy?
134. It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka
135. I swear, I’m not crazy!!!
136. The diamond in your engagement ring is fake
137. No Regrets
138. How drunk was I?
139. How is my wife more badass than me?
140. Be you No one else can
141. I haven’t slept in ages
142. I locked the keys in the car
143. Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?
144. You work for me You are my slave
145. Take your medicine
146. They’re monsters
147. Welcome to fatherhood
148. Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?
149. It’s your turn to make dinner
150. The kids, they ambushed me
151. Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!
152. Stop being so cute
153. I feel like I can’t breathe
154. You need to see a doctor
155. You’re getting a vasectomy That’s final
156. I was a joke, baby I swear
157. Dogs don’t wear clothes!
158. I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…
159. Safety first What are you? FIVE?
160. This is girl talk, so leave
161. There’s a herd of them!
162. Do you think I’m scared of a woman?
163. They’re not your kids, back the fuck off
164. You’re a nerd
165. I’m late
166. Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!
167. You smell like a wet dog
168. I could punch you right now
169. Are you going to talk to me?
170. Welcome back Now fucking help me
171. If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?
172. Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?
173. Here, take my blanket
174. I don’t want you to stop
175. How could I ever forget about you?
176. You’re bleeding all over my carpet
177. Run for it!
178. We need to talk
179. Not everyone is out to get you Stop thinking that It’s annoying
180. I want a pet
181. Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now
182. I’m not wearing a dress
183. I’m not wearing a tie
184. Quit beating me up!
185. Please put your penis away
186. Don’t argue Just do it
187. I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island
188. Hold still
189. I just ironed these pants!
190. Enough with the sass!
191. Show me what’s behind your back
192. I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor
193. Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry
194. Stay awake
195. STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
196. You’re not interested, are you?
197. I’m not buying Ikea furniture again
198. Tell me you need me
199. Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you
200. I’m telling you I’m haunted
201. I had a bad dream again
202. Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween
203. It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me
204. You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving
205. The store ran out of Easter eggs
206. How could you forget your son’s birthday?
207. You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich
208. Come over here and make me
209. Have you lost your damn mind!?
210. Please, don’t leave
211. Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?
212. Wait a minute Are you jealous?
213. Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?
214. I almost lost you
215. Wanna bet?
216. Don’t you ever do that again!
217. Teach me how to play?
218. Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!
219. I think we need to talk
220. Kiss me
221. Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always
222. So, I found this waterfall…
223. It could be worse
224. Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…
225. This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had Of course I’m in
226. The paint’s supposed to go where?
227. You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you
228. We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?
229. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice
230. Just once
231. You’re the only one I trust to do this
232. I can’t believe you talked me into this
233. I got you a present
234. Marry me?
235. I thought you were dead
236. It’s not what it looks like…
237. You lied to me
238. I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified
239. Please don’t do this
240. If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed
241. You heard me. Take It Off
242. I wish I could hate you
243. Wanna dance?
244. You fainted…straight into my arms You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes
245. Hey! I was gonna eat that!
246. Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?
247. You did all of this for me?
248. I swear it was an accident
249. YOU DID WHAT?!
250. If you die, I’m gonna kill you
251. Tell me a secret
252. Hey, have you seen the? Oh
253. No one needs to know
254. Boo
255. Well this is awkward…
256. We’ll get through this, I promise
257. You make me feel You make me feel and I hate it
258. Why are you so jealous?
259. Please don’t cry I can’t stand seeing you cry
260. If I leave now, I won’t come back
261. I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you
262. Don’t fucking touch me
263. I’m sorry I’m not what you signed up for
264. I know for a fact that you’re not ‘fine’
265. You absolute fucking… I’m so angry I can’t even insult you!
266. You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me
267. I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired
268. You didn’t call You didn’t text Nothing
269. I’ve never hated you, you just make me feel things I don’t understand
270. I would never do this to you if I didn’t have to You know that right?
271. You love me like I’m the person who actually deserves your love
272. Calm down! You’re scaring me!
273. Hey, I know you’re hurting… but, you’re not alone, okay?
274. Why do you run away from your problems all the time?
275. Please talk to me about it
276. Shh, it was just a bad dream Just a dream, okay? None of it was reality
277. It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger
278. I’m not going to leave you You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise
279. Why are your eyes so red?
280. We’re not just friends and you fucking know it
281. I don’t know who you are anymore
282. Can you at least promise me that? - I don’t think I can, not this time
283. Do you even still love me?
284. Get out I am done with you
285. I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me
286. You hurt me
287. I don’t know how to exist in a world without you
288. You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe
289. I don’t want to feel this way anymore
290. Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know
291. Nobody’s seen you in days
292. Don’t cry
293. You haven’t lost me
294. Why are you crying?
295. We could…take a nap together?
296. Nothing is wrong with you
297. You keep that photo of us in your wallet?
298. Sssh. Stop fussing I’m just braiding your hair
299. You’re comfy
300. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend
301. Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years
302. You smell really nice
303. It was a joke, baby I swear
304. You’re the best part of me
305. No, like… It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes
306. Aw, you’re blushing
307. Your hair is really soft
308. I promise I will never let anything bad happen to you
309. Can we just lie here for a moment?
310. I don’t care if you’re sick, catching a cold from kissing you is worth it
311. I think you might be my soulmate
312. Can we stay like this forever?
313. I don’t want to be your partner either, but we have to get this assignment done
314. I’ve got you
315. I can’t sleep, can I stay here?
316. You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?
317. I’m not sure when it happened, but I fell in love with you, and it was the best thing I’ve ever done
318. I can’t sleep
319. Sometimes I really don’t like you
320. Can I hold your hand?
321. You look like you could use a hug
322. You make me feel safe
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i can already tell off the bad grayson would be so protective of his s/o. even his friends tbh. like just imagine a boy bothering you and he comes to the rescue
Ugh yes. Ik some girls are against the idea of a man protecting them or whatever but I think it’s nice to have a guy that will watch out for you over some creeps.
Maybe one day you’re at a mall — you, Ethan, and Grayson — and you decide to leave the two of them at the Apple store in favor of meeting up with them at lulu lemon whenever they get finished there.
You approach the athletic store, which is moderately busy at most, and greet the two guys standing at the front with a friendly smile.
Immediately, the fit, sandy-haired one makes the step towards you in that typical, over-hyped salesman fashion.
“Hi there! Can I help you find anything?”
This guy is only a little taller than yourself, but combined with the fact that he’s stepped a couple inches too close for your comfort, and the way his blue eyes dart across your body, you immediately get hit by a sense of intimidation that you’re not used to. You don’t feel threatened, but it’s still not a pleasant sensation to be bombarded like that.
“Ah,” you take a casual step back, trying to make it look natural, as if you’re just searching the store with your gaze, “I’m just looking for now. Thanks, though.”
“No prob,” he replies with what is clearly supposed to be a charming smile. “I’m Jackson. Come holler at me if you need anything at all.”
Jackson actually holds out his hand, and before you can analyze how fucking weird that is, you take it in your own. Your cold hand feels even icier despite the heat coming from his.
“I like your outfit, by the way,” he winks, and you wiggle your hand from his grip at once as you glance down at what you’re wearing. Shorts from this very store, a wakeheart hoodie you stole from Grayson, and Nike flip flops. You couldn’t look more basic and inconspicuous if you tried, really. “Those shorts are on the back wall.”
“Uh, thanks,” you say, and finally walk away from Jackson as quickly as possible.
Now that you’ve escaped, you remember you really did have a question about finding some leggings, but Jackson had thrown you off so much that the thought had completely left your mind until now. You search the store for a female associate, and upon finding them all busy, settle for searching through some gym tops.
“You still doing okay, babe?”
Not even ten minutes later, you look up casually from where you’re flicking through hangers trying to find your size, thinking maybe whoever just said that was talking to someone else — because there’s no way some random dude just called you ‘babe’, right?
Wrong. Jackson is standing a couple feet away, twirling his lanyard around his fingers in a way that directly reminds you of the douchebag football players in high school that would stand in the hallway of the fieldhouse and cat-call the female athletes coming in and out of their respective locker rooms.
You fight back the urge to scrunch up your nose in disgust, and give him a tight smile that will hopefully convey your disinterest. “Yeah. Thanks.”
Jackson winks again and gives you a thumbs up as he walks back to his post at the front of the store. You roll your eyes at his tapered back, and brush his behavior off as just typical asshole antics.
With the store becoming more crowded, you’ve still yet to find an open sales girl whose attention hasn’t been swooped away by another customer, so you meander into the men’s section. Grayson needed some new shorts himself, and you’re always happy to shop for him.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see a head approaching that’s starting to look familiar.
Go away go away go away...
“Wrong section, beautiful,” Jackson laughs, leaning against a clothes rack, taking no care in the slightest to hide the way his eyes rake up your entire form from head to toe.
You cringe, both from his words and his gaze. Your phone buzzes in your hand, and you take a moment to ignore Jackson and answer the text from Gray.
Just left Apple, be there in a few💕
You glance up and see Jackson still standing there, watching you with an amused little smirk. You wonder if he thinks you’re being coy, or shy, or if he’s caught on to how uncomfortable you are and is reveling in it the way some ass hats like him do.
Hurry pls. This guy won’t leave me alone.
Jackson looks at you expectantly when you press the button to lock your phone screen. You’re done being nice by now, and you snatch up Grayson’s size in a pair of light blue, 5-inch shorts that will look fantastic on him.
“They’re for my boyfriend,” you state clearly, flatly. “And it’s 2020, I can wear whatever the hell I want, even if they weren’t for him.”
You start to try to go past him without another word, but he throws his hands up apologetically. “Damn, okay, I totally feel you, my bad babe. Are you sure there’s nothing else I can help you find?”
You look around, but there are no other workers in sight, and you figure you might as well just ask the question so that you can get the hell out of here.
“Fine, yeah, do you carry longer inseams or talls of leggings in store?”
Jackson smiles brightly, evidently thrilled that you took him up on his offer, and snaps into a finger-gun gesture. “I do,” he says, shifting next to you so you’re standing side-by-side. “I assumed you’d need that with those great legs. Let’s go here...”
And then, this man has the audacity to put his hand on the small of your back, trying to guide you between racks of shirts.
That’s the last straw for you. Just as you wheel around to grab his forearm and push him off of you, a deep, familiar, voice echoes in the little corner of the store you’re all in.
“Excuse me?”
Your eyes see heavily tattooed legs first, then the baby pink shorts you love so much, a hard stomach and broad chest clung to tightly by a white shirt, and finally a bearded, hard-set jaw you’d recognize anywhere.
“Hi, baby,” you sigh out in relief, stepping into his side and wrapping your arms around his trim middle.
You step on your toes and kiss his chin sweetly, your heart settling back in your chest from where it has dropped to the pit of yours stomach only a moment ago. Grayson’s thick arm curls around your shoulders and pulls you closer to him, his eyes stone cold and unwavering on Jackson, who looks rightfully terrified suddenly.
“Are you the guy my girl’s telling me keeps harassing her?” Grayson asks sternly, his Jersey coming out thick and making him even more intimidating.
“I — uh, I wasn’t —“
“Shut up,” Grayson interrupts Jackson’s stuttering. “If I didn’t believe in karma, I’d go find your manager right now and make sure your ass was fired before we leave this place. Don’t fuckin follow girls around, or put your hands on them, especially mine. Got it, asshole?”
Jackson swallows thickly and nods. “I’m sorry.”
“Tell that to her, not me,” Grayson says, motioning towards you with his head.
Jackson looks at you and repeats the apology, and you nod. “Go do your actual job, please.”
“Wait,” Grayson says, taking the clothes out of your hands and shoving them roughly into Jackson’s. “We won’t be buying these today. Goodbye.”
The two of you watch Jackson shrink away, and you release your hold on Grayson to cup his stubbles cheeks as he makes sure the other man is as far away from you two as possible.
“You good?” you check, feeling the rapid pulse under his chin and the muscled tick of his jaw beneath your hands.
Grayson takes a deep breath, then cups your hands with his as he leans down and captures your lips with a surprising softness and restraint.
“Yeah,” he answers when he pulls back, swiping a shiny little bead of saliva from your lower lip. “Come on, lets get out of here. E is in Joyrich.”
“That was kinda hot, you know,” you say once you’re walking down the open corridor hand-in-hand, fingers interlaced tightly by Grayson. “I should make you jealous more often. In a more consensual, less creepy way than that, though.”
Grayson grunts a little and releases your hand in favor of wrapping his arm around your shoulders once again, and yours snakes behind his back.
“Please don’t, I don’t think I could take it. I feel like I need to take a shit, punch a wall, and fuck you senseless all at the same time right now.”
You burst out laughing, and your fingers dip just below the waistband of his shorts and boxers teasingly. “Let’s find Ethan and go home then, and you can do all of those things.”
#an embellished but accurste version of something that happened to me not that long ago#but i was by myself and didnt know what to do smh#dolan twins#grayson dolan#ethan dolan#blurb#g blurb
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Bakugo With a quirkless Sibling
I accidently deleted this one the other day, and took advantage to edit them some more.
WARNING: Mentions of bullying, swearing attempted suicide, angst with a happy ending
• By the time Bakugo was in his last year of middle school his sister was still a toddler, barely three years old so there was barely any interactions between the two of them.
• Since the day (Y/N) was born he would be on babysitting duty when their parents couldn't find a babysitter, he wasn't a bad brother, he was distant but responsible, always making sure his sister was well-fed, clean and busy, other than that he wouldn't actually pay attention to them, too busy studying and training to be a hero. so their relationship wasn't that close to begin with.
• Their parents would often come home to find little (Y/N) sleeping on the baby seat or busy with some toy, and her brother doing his homework on the coffe table.
• When Bakugo moved into the school dorms (Y/N) was almost five years old, and when her quirk never appeared their parents realized their youngest child was quirkless. They tried to comfort the little girl who was awfully quiet as tears ran down their tiny face.
• The day after the fight with Deku, Bakugo found out (Y/N) was quirkless, he appeared calm on the outside, but when he was alone on his room the guilt he felt on the inside was immense, it was karma wasn't it? all the times he kept bullying Deku came to mind.
• He remembers that time his "friends" came home for a group project, how they had been talking shit about the boy and he didn't realize (Y/N) was listening until one of the guys pointed out the "brat" looking at them from the stairs, he quickly went to take (Y/N) to her room, not before glaring at his classmates, nobody insults his sister and gets away with it.
• He wanted to go home and talk to her, he knew what this meant, children can be cruel, but he couldn't leave school grounds because of the suspension, if he did Aizawa would extend it. he could only hope things would be fine at home.
• Bakugo was wrong.
• (Y/N)'s birthday was coming, she always got excited for her birthday, but this year was different, she barely came out of her room and wouldn't talk to their parents, somehow the other children had found out she was quirkless and wouldn't stop making fun of her, some went as far as to rip their birthday invitation in front of her as they laughed.
• Mitsuki was furious, so was Masaru, they had talked to the principal about the situation and were told the teacher was trying to make the kids stop, but there was little they could do, some of them just wouldn't listen, they had tried talking to the parents or other family members as well to no avail.
• Bakugo was desperate to see his sister, when he got the call from his parents his worry was beginning to grow even bigger. One day things just got worse.
• It was his turn to take out the trash when he ran into someone he never thought he'd see again, one of his ex-clasmates from middle school, one of his so called friends, the smug look on his face made him wary, Bakugo had a bad feeling and he didn't like it one bit. Specially when the bastard mentioned (Y/N).
• "Have they tried jumping out of a roof already?" Smoke was starting to come out of Bakugo's hands "What did you just say?!" the guy just started checking out his nails nonchalantly "Oh nothing really, i'm just saying I would check on them if I were you, I may have had a little talk with them this morning and told them what their dear brother said to one of his quirkless classmates"
• That moment nothing mattered to Bakugo, he was seeing red, this fucking extra was trying to kill a child, HIS little sister to make it worse, he didn't realize he had thrown a punch until he heard the bastard screaming in pain, he was laying on the floor holding his face, Bakugo had definitely broken his nose, that same moment Deku came looking for him, when he saw who was in the floor he was surprised.
• "kacchan, what happened?! what's he doing here?" "This! This bastard went and told (Y/N) to kill herself!" he was furiously holding the guy's shirt in a death-grip. Then he remembered one thing he said.
• I would check on them if i were you
• His cellphone snapped him out of his thought, it was his Father.
• (Y/N) had locked herself in her room and wouldn't stop crying, she wouldn't stop screaming Katsuki would hate them too, just like everyone else in school
• His heart stopped for a second, he felt his soul leaving his body from the panic he was feeling, Bakugo couldn't stay and do nothing anymore, screw the detention! (Y/N) was in danger!
• He shoved the guy towards Deku and told him not to let him get away.
• "W-wait, Kacchan! Where are you going?!" "I have to see (Y/N)'s safe!" he ran off as fast a he could.
• Meanwhile said guy was trying to run away, just for a hand to catch his shoulder and start squeezing so hard he could almost feel his shoulder was about to break, Deku had a murderous aura on him, the last time someone tried to harm a child was when he saved Eri-chan, he wouldn't let that happen again, not on his watch.
• Bakugo ran home as fast as he could, he didn't care if he was suspended or even expelled for punching a civilian, all he cared about what saving his sister, he would make sure she was safe, he promised himself to protect her.
• By the time Bakugo had arrived at his house there was a police car outside, he went pale thinking the worst, what happened?! was (Y/N) ok!? was he too late?!
• he slammed the door open to be met with the sight of two police officers, his father was trying to comfort his crying mother...
• and his little sister was in her arms, eyes and face all red and puffy from crying, but she was safe and sound.
• the weight on his shoulders disappeared, he didn't realized he was holding his breath until he let out a sigh of relief, once the adults noticed the teen's presence his parents were surprised. Mitsuki loosened her hold on (Y/N), who looked a this brother with a fear of rejection.
• "Katsuki? what are you doing here?"
• He didn't pay any attention to his Mother, quickly running up to his parents and taking his sister from his mother's hold and into one of the tightest hugs he's ever given them in all his life as he dropped on his knees. He couldn't stop the tears as he apologized to them over and over again, voice breaking as he cradled them.
• The officers explained the child had been trying to jump out of their window, and while his parents were trying to talk sense into them one of the officers was outside distracting them, the other officer had to break down the door and quickly snatched the kid away from the window and into their parent's arms.
• In a crying fit (Y/N) told the officers how the cousin of one of his classmates told them how Bakugo hated quirkless people, how he would always bully Deku in class, even telling him to jump off a roof. He told them that they should save his brother the trouble of dealing with an useless brat like them and to jump from a roof themselves. It was the guy he had punched, he had been friends with Bakugo and had been clearly jealous he couldn't enter U.A.
• Bakugo told them he had actually run into the guy and what he said to him about his sibling with little to no remorse, he also told them about the punch and that he should be in U.A. where he left him with a classmate. After taking his declaration the officers went to U.A. to take the guy in. He was going to get charges for endangering and verbally harassing a child.
• Once the officers left his parents had a talk with him, he told them the truth about the things he said and how he regreted what he said and did to Deku that day, they were angry, specially his father, and while nothing happened to Deku he would still be grounded. Bakugo couldn't disagree.
• Aizawa was furious when Midoriya came up to him dragging the bloody teen and explained what Bakugo did, the teacher was seriously considering expelling Bakugo when the police arrived and told him about the situation, hearing the circumstances made him change his mind, specially when they told him about the things the guy said to a child, once they took the screaming asshole away the teacher talked to the principal, and after some arrangements they called Bakugo's house.
• The school allowed Bakugo to stay for a few day at home, but he was still suspended, he didn't mind.
• During that time Bakugo became a totally different person towards his sister. he stopped being the distant brother he used to be and became an over-protective brother instead, (Y/N) wanted to go to the park? he would take them to the park, they wanted to play with him?, he would make sure to play with her until she got tired out. Their playtime sessions would vary from roughhousing to tea parties, Mitsuki had plenty of picture of his son sporting a tiara and sitting on the floor playing with (Y/N).
• He made sure (Y/N) was happy during her birthday party, even if most of their classmates didn't show up, he told her not to care about those extras.
• His parents decided to pull (Name) from their old school and enroll them into one where the staff had a strict anti-bullying policy, they wouldn't tolerate their kid going through more bullying.
• have you seen that video where a dad is carrying his daughter as they sing "girls like you" in the bathroom? Masaru has a video where Bakugo's doing the same thing with (Y/N).
• Once Bakugo goes back to class some of his classmates asked him about his sister, he's ready to kill Deku thinking the snitched, turns out the case made it to the news due to the severity of the situation, (Y/N)'s previous school tried to wash their hands and blame the guy, just to have proof of previous stances of bullying shoved down their throats, his sister was just one of many cases.
• He just told them (Y/N) was fine while looking at his phone, this time Mitsuki had caught her husband copying your guy's video and sent it to her son, he was trying to hold back his laughter.
• When the school festival was close his friends told him to bring (Name) so the whole classroom could meet her, he was against the idea, first because the festival was school-only, second he claimed they would be a nothing but bad influences for (Y/N). It took a lot of convincing but he ended up saying yes and got permission to bring his sister to the festival, but the moment she started saying anything remotely close to swear words he would kill them all.
• "Wait, you mean you never swear around her?" "Of course not, what kind of brother do you take me for you shitty hair?!" "who are you and what have you done to Bakugo?!" "Ah?!"
• The day of the festival everyone was waiting for Bakugo to show up with a gremlin, they didn't expect a sweet little girl so adorable that it was like you were looking at another Eri-chan. They didn't expect to see her sitting on Bakugo's shoulders either.
• "Are they adopted?" "no, why?" "cause they're nothing like you at all" "you fu--dgy Pikachu!"
• All of his classmates were clearly dotting on her, Mina and Hagakure wouldn't stop poking her cheeks, Koda was showing her his pet bunny, (Y/N) was having the time of their live hanging from Shoji's arms.
• Bakugo actually laughed when Deku tried to greet her, (Y/N) just gave him a look and ran to hide behind her brother's legs, she was hissing at him like a cat. The poor guy went into a corner.
• His over-protectiveness went off the moment (Y/N) saw Todoroki, a light blush adorning her tiny face, he just picked her pick and walked away muttering "oh no no no no no, don't even think about it"
• During the concert (Y/N) stayed with Mirio and Eri, both girls quickly became friends. They were both sitting on Mirio's shoulders and yelling joyfully during the whole show.
• (Y/N) became an honorary member of the Bakusquad. Bakugo was glad his little sister was having the time of her life and getting along with his classmates.
• Until she gave him her own nickname.
• When (Y/N) heard Deku calling her brother "Kacchan" she looked up at her brother with a confused look. Kirishima mentioned it was a nickname he gave his brother, the little girl was thinking for a moment before shaking her head.
• "I don't like it!" "oh? you don't like your brother's nickname?" (Y/N) shook her head while pouting "Then what would you like to call him?" she was silent or a minute before looking at her brother again.
• "Bakago!"
• There was a minute of silence, Bakugo fell face down on the floor, everyone burst out laughing at his new nickname. "Bakago" became his new nickname from then on.
• The day (Y/N) found out Deku called him "Bakago" once she started calling him "Bakatsuki" instead.
• Bakugo just crouched in front of her to pinch her cheeks "You're lucky you're cute (Y/N)".
#TW Bullying#TW attempted suicide#Swearing#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#headcanons#bakugo katsuki headcanons#bakugou katsuki headcanons#mha imagine#bnha imagine#bnha imagines#mha imagines#bakugo katsuki#bakugo katsuki x reader#sister reader#mha hc#bnha hc#reader insert#big brother Bakugo#angst with a happy ending
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Darkest Of Nights
Connor Walsh & Michaela Pratt (How to Get Away With Murder)
Warnings: Sexual Assault, Vomiting, Swearing, Spoilers for Season 1 of How To Get Away With Murder
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Relationship
Summary: On the night of Sam’s murder, it’s safe to say everyone is traumatized, looking for comfort and solace. However, one of them gets the complete opposite: Michaela is only offered more pain and trauma, bringing her to the brink of insanity.
Requested by 🐢 Anon, but also meant as a birthday present for an Anon who recently reached out to me. Happy birthday dear Anon! Hope you have the best one yet! Here’s the fic you requested - I hope it lives up to your expectations! It’s been such an honor to be the person to write you a birthday present and I can only hope I’ve done my job well! Love, Vy ❤
She’s still in utter shock and disbelief. She’s shaking like a leaf as she navigates the roads back to her apartment. It pains her that she’ll have to pass by the Keating house again tonight, knowing what happened there just hours ago. She squeezes the jacket tighter around herself, glad to not see any familiar - or rather any faces at all. The bonfire has gathered every college student, graduate and fan of the sport around itself, giving the streets an emptiness Michaela hasn’t seen before.
Michaela Pratt has always liked planning out her life, having her future laid out in front of her always at her disposal for changing and modifying. She’s always seen herself a successful, envied lawyer in the future, someone other lawyers fear and all wrong-doers want. Because who doesn’t want freedom? She’d pride herself on being the one to bring them that freedom. She’d pride herself on owning a title like Annalise’s - a bitch, a beast and a boss in the courtroom.
However, just like she had everything laid out in front of her eyes, she’s watching it all fall apart. Fall into that very bonfire her and her classmates went to take pictures at to own their alibis. To save themselves from possible suspicion. To paint the picture that they aren’t murderers.
That realization will never soften its blow to her chest and stomach. Every time she repeats the word ‘murderer’ in her mind, her heart skips a bit and her stomach turns, threatening to make her release everything in it onto the pavement she’s walking on. She feels disgusting and dirty, not only because of the ash and mud she has all over herself following the venture into the woods where they dismembered Sam’s body, but because she took part in it. She may have stood aside, crippled by shock, disbelief and disgust, but she’s now a part of it nonetheless.
With her heart and mind racing faster than she’s able to comprehend, she finds herself unable to turn that corner and get onto the street which the Keating house is on. She feels that if she sees that place she might just faint right there on the street and if that doesn’t raise a few questions, nothing will.
Instinctively, she continues ahead, heading down the street that will inevitably lead her to where the mob of drunk or half-drunk people are surrounding a huge fire, celebrating something Michaela is less than disinterested in. She feels it’d make for an extra alibi in case the pictures they posted aren’t enough proof of their faux innocence.
Michaela squints her eyes at the brightness of the fire nearby, sensing both a cough and a sickening feeling climbing up her throat. There are reporter trucks everywhere, ones she sees as the perfect hiding barriers to prevent her from being seen by anyone in case that sickening feeling morphs into an urge to throw up.
She quickens her pace, eager to find herself in the safe space between two of the reporter trucks and attempt to calm her heart that’s threatening to beat out of her chest. She’s still visible to anyone walking along the street, but as it was established earlier, the street’s vacant and it seems it’ll remain that way for a little longer so she feels almost invisible and tiny in comparison to the two truck that serve the purpose of her protectors in this very moment.
Placing a hand on the wall of the truck, she doubles over, preparing for the inevitable when she hears a whistle from somewhere close by. Or, more specifically, directly behind her.
“What a view baby!“ A drunken slur of a male voice follows that whistle, causing her to straighten up and turn on her heel as fast as possible. “Is that how women ask to get some nowadays?”
Her stomach’s now in knots and she can’t find her voice to say anything. She’s frozen with fear of the man’s silhouette that’s now approaching her. His features aren’t visible in the dark so even if she did know him - which she’s sure she doesn’t - she wouldn’t be able to recognize him. Not that it matters, recognizing him or not, this man’s intentions are more than clear and more than threatening.
“Silence means yes in my book, babe. So...why don’t we have some fun?“ Before she can even register his proximity, he’s grabbed her wrists and pushed her against one of the trucks. The disgusting fucker holds her wrists at either side of her head, firmly holding them there, ridding her of any chance of escape.
The events she’s had to go through have already weakened her enough but even with that put to the side she’s no match for this guy - he’s a lot stronger and bigger in size. He’s basically towering over her like a predator looming over its prey, toying with it before going in for the kill. And when he does, when she feels his lips on her neck, that’s the final straw.
The need to relieve her insides finally takes over and she starts gagging, causing the son of a bitch to pull away and let go of her. And then she throws up, all over him, earning her the perfect distraction that will buy her enough time to get the fuck out of there.
Despite the shaking of her legs and her still-turning stomach, Michaela takes off running, feeling sweat drops forming and running down her forehead. She can hear the cursing of that gross fucker behind her, but luckily she doesn’t take notice of another pair of running footsteps, suggesting she isn’t being followed. Even with this knowledge, she doesn’t stop running. Her brain understands she’s somewhat safe but her heart is racing, her heartbeat echoing in her ears warning her that there’s danger all around. So, she keeps running until she’s less then two blocks away from her apartment complex.
Her adrenaline levels refuse to lower but her legs have basically turned into jelly and she can’t find it in her to even keep walking, let alone running.
She collapses, a mess of tears, sobbing and fear on the sidewalk. It’s too much. All too much and all too soon and all out of nowhere. She feels violated, vulnerable, unsafe. She feels both fragile and like she’s already been broken into shards. She feels alone and worst part is, she feels like she deserves it. She sees what happened between those two truck as a punishment for having participated in a murder and the gruesome disposal of a dead body.
Michaela Pratt always knew karma would catch up to her, she just never expected it’d be this cruel.
She got taught the hard way that in the darkest of nights, the most evil of demons attack.
* * *
Connor Walsh is known to be laid back and nonchalant to the point of irritative. However, right now, he’s anything but.
He’s anxious, he’s nervous, he’s still under shock and in mild panic mode. He’s restless, pacing the living room of the Keating home while running his hands through his hair, desperately trying to ignore and push away the memories of the events that took place in this very room less than twenty four hours ago.
“Where the hell is she?!!“ He takes a portion of his anger out on the wooden coffee table with a punch that will for sure bruise his knuckles. His eyes skim over the two other accomplices who have never looked so out of it: dead, bloodshot eyes carrying a thousand yard stare, neither of them reacting to his rage nor sharing it with him. “How the fuck are you so calm?! How can you just sit there and-!“
“Cause there’s nothing we can do!“ Wes suddenly snaps, “You heard Annalise - she called in, saying she wouldn’t be able to make it. So what, you want us to exhibit even more suspicious behavior by thrashing and yelling all over the place?“
“No, no, no. She had said she couldn’t make it because she had something to take care of. That ‘something’ could be reporting us, how do you not understand that?!“ Connor lashes out again, his fists only tightening this time, not finding a victim to take their hits.
“Michaela wouldn’t do that, she’s not stupid. It’ll immediately tie her to it too. She’ll go to jail like the rest of us.“ Laurel says, much calmer than the two men in the room though it probably has to do with the lack of energy due to the lack of sleep.
“You never know what’s going on in the brain of that selfish woman!“ He mutters, suddenly getting up and grabbing his phone. He storms out into the hallway, already dialing Michaela’s number.
With the device pressed tightly against his ear, the dial tone piercing his head like a screech straight from hell, he runs a frustrated hand over his pale as a sheet face, squeezing his eyes shut. The call eventually goes to voicemail, but that doesn’t stop Connor Walsh. He keeps trying, each attempt falling through, each call getting sent to voicemail after about five rings. Each time his anger boiling hotter.
“The hell do you want?! Can’t you catch a hint?!“ His seventh attempt is proven successful when a familiar female voices answers from the other line.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess. Am I bothering you? My most sincere apologies! I just wanted to know if you feel like ratting us out to the police, but if I’m calling at an inconvenient time, please forgive me.“ He sneers, his sanity restraints breaking one by one under the pressure of frustration, fear and the anxiety attack that’s been building in his chest all day today.
“Listen here, Walsh.“ Michaela hisses threateningly, though Conner doesn’t fail to pick up on the fact that there’s something off about her voice. He doesn’t dwell on that, too over-occupied with his worries of future jail time to care. “I’m not in the mood for your selfishness or for dealing with any of what happened last night so save your shit-talking for a more decent time. And as for the ratting part, I ain’t that kind of scum, though karma will catch up to each and every one of you. Just like...“ her voice suddenly cracks, the words sounding more like a sob than a threat, “Just like it caught up to me last night.“ That sentence is spoken through a cry, which is the last thing Connor was expecting to hear from the woman he deemed so high and mighty and so full of herself she can’t see the world around her nor how she’s affecting it with her selfish decisions.
That last sentence of hers is what the call ends on and what anchors itself in his head. Connor’s left standing in the hallway with a sickening feeling in his stomach that wasn’t there before and a little voice telling him that something is very wrong with Michaela. Her words were all her trademark, expected and explainable phrases but her tone, and that final statement were odd and far too out of place for him to just brush off. That last line she spoke felt like the most sincere and vulnerable thing she’s ever said to him. To anyone, really. There was no show, no tough act in those words. It was nothing but the confession of a broken girl who’s never felt like her life isn’t her own until now.
With that alarm ringing throughout his head and no good explanation, instead of turning and heading into the living room like he originally intended to, Connor storms out the front door of the home with fast and determined steps, heading for the destination he never thought he’d go to.
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Having ordered food twenty minutes prior, Michaela doesn’t find the doorbell sounding throughout her apartment to be weird or unwelcome despite the fact it made her jump and shudder in her seat. With the comfort of the tiny pepper spray bottle in the back pocket of her jeans, she makes her way to the front door, resting one hand on the handle before pushing up on her toes to check through the peephole that the person she’s expecting is indeed the one who’s on the other side.
Her stomach drops and frustration rises through the roof when the peephole reveals the familiar, somewhat distressed face of Connor Walsh.
“GO AWAY!“ She yells turning and placing her back against the door, now not at all willing to open it.
“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on with you!“ She hears his voice coming from beyond the door, sounding strangely honest and deeply concerned.
“Why do you care anyway?! I already told you I won’t rat you out, you’ve got nothing to worry about!“ The lack of hostility in her voice seems to encourage Connor to speak a bit more freely.
“Come on, Shooting Star. Students who kill and dispose of bodies together share problems together.“ He says sarcastically but with true gentility behind his words.
That hint of honesty and a bit of harmless humor is what makes her slowly inch her hand toward the doorknob once again. After briefly hesitating, she pulls the door open, not at all bothered by the fact her rival is seeing her the most unpresentable she ever remembers being: hair a mess, homey clothes she can’t even recall the age of, no make-up, eye bags - the whole pack.
“Don’t like a Princess or a Shooting Star, do I?“ She attempts the same amount of humor he used but coming from her it sounds rather dead and flat, not that it’s not to be expected after everything she went through.
“You look like someone who has seen and been through some shit.“ He says truthfully, still standing in the hallway, unwilling to go inside until she gives him the green light for fear she might suddenly snap at him. “And I’m not only talking about what happened with Sam.“
Michaela’s eyes gloss over with tears immediately, mentally cursing herself for being so obvious. In order to avoid eye-contact, she steps aside to allow him inside.
“Thank you.“ He mutters as he makes his way past her and down the hall, arrogantly comfortable in the new surroundings.
By the time Michaela has started regretting her decision of letting him in, she realizes it’s already too late so she shuts and relocks the door before following after him in the living room where she finds him already situated in the armchair like it’s his 100th time visiting. Hell, like he owns the place.
She takes the seat on the couch closest to him, not bothering to offer him any hospitality in the form of drinks and snacks. Such offer feels ridiculous under these circumstances.
Speaking of ridiculous, the circumstances themselves are ridiculous - her biggest rival, and now one of her partners in crime is chilling in her living room with a smug look on his face.
“Karma’s gonna catch up to me, huh?“ He suddenly speaks up, reminding her yet again of how bad of an idea inviting him in was. “Yours caught up to you, you say. Though to me it seems like it beat and battered you too.“
Michaela’s never been a crier. In fact, she’s guilty of silently judging people she’s witnessed crying, thinking of them as weak and spineless. But here she is, fighting back tears at the memories she’d much rather forget.
“It did, but it had the opposite effect. I’m glad we ridded this world of a piece of scum like him. One less man who feels entitled to everything. Who feel free to take anything he wants anytime.“ Her throat feels dry as her eyes fill with tears despite her best attempts at holding them back, “Take a girl’s virginity, take her dignity, her safety, her life, take everything away from her. And all that when she’s most vulnerable and scared and helpless and...“
Her words come to an abrupt halt when she finds Connor has repositioned himself and is now sitting next to her on the couch, has turned to face her and has placed a reluctant hand on her shoulder, “Michaela, what happened to you?”
That’s when she breaks down for the fifth time today. Since that breakdown on the sidewalk on her way home, she’s found it infinitely harder to hold her tears back, keep her emotions at bay. So, instead of easting her energy holding back, she’s been wasting it sobbing into the comforter she had wrapped around herself like a safety cocoon until Connor rang the doorbell.
Instinctively more than intentionally, Connor wraps his arm around her shoulders as she tries to get a few words out in-between sobs, “This guy....h-he t-tried to....” she can’t even finish the sentence without the entire scene playing out in front of her eyes, causing her stomach to tighten and her sobs to grow louder. “But, I-I got away in time. But Connor, what if I d-didn’t? Oh God, what would’ve happened to me if I didn’t?”
“It’s ok, you’re ok now. You’re safe.“ He murmurs, pulling her closer until her head’s resting on his shoulder, “You’re ok. And don’t you ever think of it as karma, you hear me? You didn’t deserve that. No one deserves that. That was in no way your fault or your punishment. That guy’s gonna meet his punishment if I ever lay my eyes on him though, that’s for sure.“
“I-I didn’t see his face, i-it was too dark.“ She manages to say through the subsided sobbing that has now reduced to crying with the occasional sniffle. “I just heard his voice.” Despite having calmed down, she surprisingly doesn’t feel the need to pull away from Connor, create some distance between them. She doesn’t even dwell on how out of character this is for the both of them, nor does she dwell on the slightly off-putting thought that she’s actually glad to have him by her side. To have someone comforting and reassuring her that what happened is not a result of her own bad actions. That thought haunted her all night, preventing her from even thinking about falling asleep.
“Well, if you ever recognize his voice anywhere, you know you have three experienced killers and dismemberers you can contact to, you know, do the job.“ He says comfortingly, his tone light but still serious.
She can’t help but scoff, “One kill and you’re suddenly hitmen?”
Connor chuckles, “When someone messes with one of our own, we sure as hell are.”
That sentence feels like a bandage on one of Michaela’s many invisible wounds. That one of our own line fills that hole her loneliness drilled into her last night on that sidewalk when she felt so lost and alone and broken. When she felt she had no one to turn to and no one to seek comfort in.
Among the many things she saw, heard and learned, the most valuable lesson these past twenty four hours have taught Michaela is that after the darkest of nights still comes morning. A bright morning, a new beginning and a helping hand with it. A helping hand, a safe embrace and comforting words. Bonus lesson is that one can never guess where, or rather from who those three elements will be given. These two are a crystal clear example: never did Michaela think she’d find a helping hand, safe embrace and comforting words coming from Connor Walsh. But here they are.
It may be odd and it may be temporary, but she’s not complaining, he doesn’t appear to be doing so either.
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Loving You Is A Losing Game- chapter seven
i actually hate this, so ew. but i’ve forgotten that i write, so i’ll try to type some stuff up tomorrow! regardless, i hope everyone enjoys! click here to read on ao3.
TW// domestic abuse
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"small town boy in a big arcade. i got addicted to a losing game."
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alexandra: you do realize how crazy that sounds right?
joseph: it's not crazy at all if you ask me.
alexandra: jo, asking for lollipops for your christmas present sounds very crazy to me.
and christmas isn't for like, a while.
joseph: dude, christmas is in two weeks and one day
and plus, i'm settling on lollipops. what i really want is a pony, a shiny, pretty one with rainbow hair, you know those? that's my dream right there
alexandra: oh crap really?
yeah yeah, ha ha. laughing so much right now.
joseph: hate to break it to you, but it's the 10th alex.
and i know, what a shame i wont be able to have my pony. it was at the top of my list this year
next to an ice cream sundae the size of manhattan, obviously.
alexandra: very funny. can't you tell how much i'm laughing.
crap, got to go, robbins is letting me in on an esophageal atresia on a newborn. i'm her favorite you know.
joseph: ugh, lucky.
make sure to kick ass and not kill anyone. that would suck.
actually... your big head could use some ego deflating. make sure robbins has to save you halfway through. maybe then you'll earn some humility.
alexandra: wow, you're such great help. so nice too.
joseph: you know it ;)
she turns off her phone, a small smile on her face as she looks out the window, passing by houses that all looked exactly alike; white exteriors with a bright green lawn. the only thing that could help someone tell them apart was the door colors. her and paul had just come back from a dinner with some of his coworkers, but he wasn't talking to her so she decided to text alex. the silence in the car was tense, though she was unable to grasp the reason why.
they'd been texting non-stop since the conference three weeks ago, talking about each other's days, complaining about annoying coworkers and classmates. they really enjoyed having a friend they could just talk to because they felt like it. it was refreshing. they'd never had anyone like that before. in the past they had friends that they felt comfortable around, but it was different when you had someone who understood you so well. not to mention, being able to make self deprecating jokes about their crappy childhoods and receive a laugh in response was so much nicer than the pity stares they were both so used to getting,
she snaps back to reality at the sound of the engine turning off, cutting the music as the expensive car door opens. she sees paul angrily walk out of the car, slamming the door behind him, not stopping by her side of the car to open the door for her like he normally did. (she was actually thankful for that. she was a grown women, she could open a damn door herself)
weird, she thinks, but decides not to question it. her husband had been a bit more moody and temperamental lately, so she supposed it was just that. but the dinner seemed to go really good in her opinion. she got along with his colleagues and paul certainly enjoyed himself, getting to be around all his coworkers and interact freely. she liked to think that his colleagues liked her as well. they complimented her all evening and included her in all of their conversations. though, she did wish that they would've referred to her by her name more, rather than 'mrs. stalder' or 'paul's wife.'
she gets out of the passenger side and shuts the door behind her, walking up to the steps after she hears that paul had locked the car. she places the small clutch she had on the entry table and walks to the kitchen, seeing paul sitting at the kitchen island, nothing in front of him except tea that he had heated up in the minute or so he'e been in there. she kisses his cheek and starts talking, knowing that it would probably help calm whatever he was feeling.
she gives him a smile, rubbing his shoulder affectionately. "it seemed like the dinner went really well, all of your coworkers are super nice and-"
"you talked to steven too much." he cuts her off, sending an icy glare her way, and look she had never seen on him before shining darkly in his eyes.
she cocks her head to the side, "huh?"
he stands up from his place abruptly, making her jump back slightly. "i said," he spits out, eyes narrowing as he stares her down "you talked to steven too much."
she lets out a loud laugh, thinking that he was just joking around and messing with her. at any second he was going to join her giggling, ignoring the way his eyes had only seemed to darken the second the sounds had escaped her mouth."oh, that's funny." she says in between laughs, eyes shining with childish glee. "jesus you really scared m-"
pain.
her words get cut off by a fist coming directly into contact with her face. she feels the stinging sensation burn from her eye to her cheek, her brown eyes watering with tears as she realizes what had just happened. she lifts a palm up to touch it protectively, almost making it seem like it was more real if she touched it.
oh god, it hurt. it hurt like hell. his gold wedding band adding to the impact was sure to leave a scar by the corner of her eye. she'd been punched before, multiple times actually by foster parents and girls while she was in high school, but this hurt so much more. it was so much harder than she'd ever been hit before.
her husband just hit her.
"oh brooke, baby." paul says, taking her into his arms and brushing her hair back immediately, trying to get her to relax into his embrace. "i just got so mad. you just made me so mad brooke. you can't make me mad like that" he tells her, eyes dripping with some kind of emotion she can't place as he places light kisses on top of her sea of brown curls, ignoring the way the way she stood stiffly in his arms, a few lone tears making it's way down her cheeks.
"i love you. you know that brooke" he whispers, wiping the tears from her face, his hands feeling usually rough against her skin, his touch not easing over the bruise that hard already begun to form.
she nods. it was okay. he loved her. he didn't mean it. he just got angry. it was okay. it was fine. he loved her, it was okay.
she thought she probably deserved it. after all she'd cheated on her husband just three weeks before, and had continued to keep in contact with the man she had cheated with. it was only karma.
"i'm sorry paul." she apologizes sincerely as he cups her face in his hands, giving her a sweet smile. it wasn't his fault. it was hers.
"it just better not happen again." he states, eyes burning into hers intently, his grip on her face tightening without her even realizing it. all she really felt was numb, as if all of her senses had seemingly shut down to avoid dealing with the pain that was spreading throughout the side of her face.
she nods her head up and down as she pulls her back into him. "i'm sorry" she whispers into his chest.
he smiled.
and that's when he knew he had her.
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alex finished scrubbing out of a surgery, shaking off the excess water on his hands, grinning internally. it was always so much better when he was able to help save a kid. the success was just that much more fulfilling. he's about to push the door open when it swings in itself, making him come face to face with cristina, the expression she was wearing was more worried looking than he'd seen in a long time. he'd known yang for a while know, and he knew whatever was about to come out of her mouth would be bad. cristina yang was never worried.
"what do you want yang?" he asks, noting how she had her hands crossed over her chest and was avoiding his gaze.
"there's a merger happening." she says, looking up to meet his eyes to let him know that she was serious.
his narrows his eyes, scrunching up his nose. "what?" he questions. a merger? as in, combing two hospitals into one?
"you just missed the announcement. apparently we're merging with mercy west." the raven head repeats, a slight trace of fear in her voice, a very unusual thing for cristina yang.
he lets out a deep breath, tugging his scrub cap off and running a hand through his hair as he leans over the scrub sink, gripping it so tightly his knuckles begin to turn white. "i can't loose this job yang." he says to her softly, making her nod in agreement.
"you and me both." with that she walks out of the room, alex not far behind her, both of the surgeons heading up to the resident's lounge to change, which was filled to the brim with chatter, all of the doctors talking about the newest topic, the merger.
meredith sits down next to him, slipping a long sleeved purple shirt over her head when she casts a glance to alex, who was sitting still looking down at his phone's empty screen, seemingly deep in thought, almost as if he was waiting for something to magically appear on it.
the blonde nudges him, snapping him out of his trance. alex sighs, resting his elbows on his knees as he buries his head in his hands. "what am i gonna do about iz?" he asks her, judging by her face that she was drawing a blank, much like him.
jesus, this was great. these past few weeks he had hardy been able to look his wife in the eye, because every time he saw her he was reminded that he slept with someone else. not to mention, he was just texting that certain someone just a few hours ago. he was really screwed. izzie had currently been home on bedrest, not being allowed to return to work until two weeks from now, which apparently would also be when the mercy westers would turn up. fucking great. he felt as if the universe was rallying against him at this point, no matter how much he knew that wasn't possible. he dug his own grave, it was just a matter of time before he would need to lay in it.
"she'll be okay." meredith reassures him, but he can tell by the look on her face that she was unsure as well. who knew would end up getting cut? they would need to pull their heads out of their asses and prove that they deserved to stay. none of them could lose their spot. not only because of their job, but also because of the people there. they were a family. they couldn't lose any more of their family. they'd just lost george, and they couldn't lose another.
"evil spawn, put on a shirt!" cristina yells, balling up a shirt from his locker and throwing it at him, hitting him square in the chest as he glares at her. he pulls on the shirt silently and heads out, not bothering to say goodbye to anybody as he leaves the lounge and heads straight to joe's across the street.
he slides onto a barstool, ordering a beer and thanking the bartender with a slight nod of his head. how was he supposed to tell izzie about the merger? he knew that if his wife knew, she would want to return to work immediately, but he knew she couldn't do that. she was still getting her strength back, and standing around on her feet all day surely would delay the healing process. he couldn't risk her getting hurt because he wasn't able to stop her.
he'd done enough recently, even if izzie didn't know about most of it. the last thing he needed was to cause his wife more harm than he already had.
he was going to tell her, he knew that, just not right now. right now he was going to sit on this uncomfortable wooden bar stool and drink his beer and forget he had any problems. he was going to forget about the merger, he was going to forget about him and izzie going at it twenty-four seven, and he was definitely going to forget about the brunette with a fake name who seemed to be on his mind all the time.
he was just going to forget everything, his only focus being his beer and the football game on the small television above the bar. yeah, that sounded like a good idea. a really good idea.
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okay, so he forgot about two out of those three things.
he was actually doing pretty good for a while, almost a full hour with nearly a beer and a half finished. all he had been focused on was the seahawks playing against the steelers, with the steelers crushing the seattle team thirty-four to seven. not much of a surprise though, he couldn't remember the last time he'd witnessed the seahawks win. it wasn't that they were a completely crap team, it was simply the fact that one; the steelers were much better this year, and two; he hardly ever got enough time to sit down and watch a game. being a resident drained the life out of him, especially since he had finally knew that he wanted to specialize in peds. when he wasn't at the hospital he was reading up new medical procedures in magazines, or occasionally sneaking over to meredith's to watch old ellis grey tapes.
he was doing really... until he got a text message from jo.
joseph: how was your surgery?
alexandra: wow, you must be bored.
joseph: ...
what makes you say that?
alexandra: really?
joseph: i'm in med school, thank you very much. i have a severe interest in your surgeries.
alexandra: mhm, sure.
joseph: fine, i'm bored. entertain me. please.
alexandra: that sounds vaguely dirty.
joseph: oh great. how drunk are you?
alexandra: what makes you say that?
haha, two can play that game.
joseph: i'm guessing two beers in?
alexandra: shut up, only one and a half.
joseph: mhm, wasn't too far off
but seriously. i'm bored and am in need of anything remotely interesting. you just scrubbed in on a super cool surgery, i want details
alexandra: fine, baby maria duboir, two weeks old, robbins let me lead the procedure about half way through, coded once, we then shocked her at 150, and now she is stable and in the NICU.
happy?
joseph: yes. very much so
although i do think your OR stories need work
you sound like you have absolutely no idea what you're talking about
alexandra
wow. you're a real delight you know that?
joseph: oh, believe me, i know. don't even get me started on how many times people have complimented how freaking amazing i am
it's quite a common occurrence.
if i had a dollar for every time someone said that to me, i'd be living on my own private island
alexandra: i bet you would.
seriously though, tell me something. i've got nothing better to do than watch the seahawks get crushed.
joseph: i'm guessing that's sports talk, so i'm just gonna ignore that, since it hate any sport where men look like giant block of cheese, run around a court, or just run in general.
but today's been boring. went to a dinner tonight. fancy stuck-up rich people who laugh with posh accents and sip their champagne way too slowly
fucking turtles.
alexandra: sounds fun.
joseph: you suck. i can literally hear the sarcasm through the phone asshole
alexandra: that's the point. i'll take a sick kid over fancy dinner any day.
crap, that sounded really horrible didn't it?
joseph: it really did
"i'll take a sick kid over a fancy dinner any day" real charming if you ask me. night in shining amour.
alexandra
yeah yeah you know what i mean.
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they're not sure how long they end up talking for, alex siting at joe's bar and jo lounging on the couch in her living room while her husband was in his study going over and grading tests for one of his classes. before either one of them even know it, it gets to be twelve thirty boston time and nine thirty in seattle. alex's texts had gotten much harder to read, which made sense, considering he was now on his third beer.
jo teased him about it though, finding it more enjoyable than she would've guessed to text a drunk alex than a sober one. he seemed to get increasingly flirtier the tipsier he got. not to mention, all the spelling mistakes he made was definitely one for the books. she had a feeling that it was getting a but harder for him to see which letters where which, considering a few b's were located where there should be d's, and 'm' where they should be an 'n'
alex knows for a fact he's earning many stares from fellow people at the bar because of how much he's laughing (loudly too), but he doesn't really care. if he's gonna laugh, he's gonna laugh. all he could really focus on was the fluorescent lights hanging from the bar's wood ceiling and the frankly hilarious texts coming through his phone. (okay, so they weren't that funny, but everything is always a lot more funny when you're drunk)
jo was thoroughly enjoying herself, laughing more and more as she sank into the couch, completely forgetting about the bruise on her left cheek as she typed away, grinning from ear to ear when the man on the other side responded, words misspelt and random numbers and semicolons popping up from time to time.
they knew that what they had done was wrong. they knew that what they were doing was wrong. but they couldn't stop.
if only they had stopped sooner.
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Stray Kids Playing Minecraft~
A/n: I hope you all enjoy, and if you liked, please leave a like! 💖💖💖💖
Tags: @straysrachaa @lordseochangbin @channiesmixtape @starryseung @felixsanxchatbot @jisungsjheekies @mrbangchannie
Chan
- doesn't know almost anything about Minecraft the first time around but he plays with you to make you happy
- you have to baby him for a while
- BUT THEN!
- He goes and learns about the game in his free time
- and then he pleasantly surprises you now that you he doesn't suck anymore
- and most peculiar of all
- he got really interested in redstone
- boi can make some INVENTIONS
- His house is like, fully automated - farm and all
- it makes you jealous but also very proud
- a pretty big pacifist
- shears, veggies and bread is all he needs
- he still big soft baby but he smart baby now
- also, would totally run around with a pumpkin on his head if you could still wear them in the latest version
Lee Know
- would kill everything that moves
- would hoard all the meat and refuse to give you any
- deforestation at its finest
- king of surplus
- playing with him is actually playing by yourself cuz he goes off on his own
- builds himself a goddamn empire!
- and no one knows where it is
- if he catches you inside his house without permission: shoot first, ask questions never
- mobs fear him, not the other way around
- will give you items cuz you're a charity cause
- actually shares when you both go mining though
- but let's face it, he's just OP
- would try to get all the cats
- totally to chase away creepers
- not because he wants an army of them or anything
- gets annoyed that he has to constantly fish because the cats keep taking them but won't be tamed by him
- he totally did not search for mine shafts just for name tags to name his cats
- DO NOT HURT HIS CATS
- or he'd cancel you in-game and irl too
Changbin
- would be super excited to play Minecraft with his friends
- he would be the first on the server to scout out the land and get resources
- however, no one warned him about night fall
- and all the creepy, scary things that spawned
- changbin lives in the ground now
- he dug a hole at the base of the mountain to take refuge during the night and never looked back
- normal person? No way! He was a mole now!
- the best at mining and interior rock design
- he would only resurface to seek out food and animals
- it was Changbin who stole all the cows and sheep, so you couldn't find them for felix
- he would have three large pins just next to his mountain
- lots of cows, rainbow sheep and pigs with saddles
- " uh...so I found these pins of animals and like...no house?"
- "What?"
- "I think the magical Minecraft fairy spawned it into the world?"
- "It's super weird. But I'm gonna kill some cows for their leather"
- "DON'T YOU TOUCH MY COWS!"
- and to your shock, a secret door in the mountain opens and Changbin comes running out
- the door made courtesy of Chan
- "He's got a diamond sword already?!?"
- it's the last thing you scream as he kills you for being near his cows
- and after a round of feeding and breeding, he disappears back into his hole
Hyunjin
- would only be about building
- he would be the first one to have a diamond pickaxe just so he could mine cobblestone faster
- would also get efficiency V just so he could speed run through the mines
- would wander through different biomes for days to collect clay so he could make concrete
- and while you're busy actually playing the game, he would beg for you to pick flowers on your trip so he can dye the concrete different colors
- his first house would be a mansion
- but he would give up half way because he kept falling off the roof and dying
- would forget he is actually playing the game and would get scared when night falls and mobs start spawning in his unlit house
- not like you didn't tell him countless times to put down torches
- but he kept saying they ruined his aesthetic
- but now he keeps dying because mobs are literally waiting at his spawn point, killing him over and over and over again
- and he begs you to set the time to day and kill the mobs for him
- but you just laugh uncontrollably at him because karma really is a bitch
- but in the end, he ends up making an entire city, and invites the others to come and play on the server.
Jisung
- would be just like Chan
- a pure ass baby when it comes to playing minecraft, but super eager to play the game
- his first spawn would be in the middle of the night (because of server)
- and you would try to tell him to not leave the safety of spawn, but he just wouldn't listen
- "Listen, Y/n, I know what I'm doing! I'm a pro at this!"
- and he would run confidently into the night, like the actual idiot that he is
- he wouldn't get too far before he was attacked by all the mobs and got killed
- "Well that was just rude!"
- "Oh my god Jisung, I told you not to do it."
- "Well how was I supposed to know they were going to kill me?!"
- and you can only shake your head at his stupidity
- he would eventually wait until daytime, but unfortunately all of his items would be lost due to despawning
- it's not like either one of you were equipped to go and retrieve his items
- zombies sucked man! And skeletons are the worst!
- but with a new day comes a new adventure and you both head out to find a place to call home
- Jisung would run the entire way, even though he had no food to keep his hunger up
- he also wouldn't be paying attention to where he was going and would fall into a hole
- a very BIG hole
- 'J.One fell from a high place'
- "Really Jisung?"
- "I couldn't see it!"
- playing with Jisung would be a very challenging task, because he would never learn
- because by the time he had diamond armor and ready to fight the wither, he would have fallen from fifteen cliffs, twenty holes in caves and three ravines
- "Jisung if you die one more time I swear to god!"
- 'J.One fell from a high place'
- "That's it! I quit!"
Felix
- You would be so hyped to play with Felix
- You've seen him play other games, so you knew he'd be great at minecraft
- Getting the server had been his idea, the easiest way everyone could play together
- First day of spawn, Felix would already be listing off the things that you would need to accomplish
- wood, cobblestone, iron, seeds, sheep
- it was all just so overwhelming
- by the time you make your first complete set of wooden tools, felix would have iron tools already
- he'd been ten feet underground, digging for more resources while tasking you to find the animals for food, wool and feathers
- easier said then done
- and when he resurfaces and you don't have animals, he would simply sigh and go do it himself
- which would upset you because you would spend hours looking for just one god damn cow
- meanwhile, Felix would take five steps in one direction and come across hundreds of cows!!!
- WHERE DID ALL THESE COWS COME FROM?!?!?
- he'd travel the whole map just to find a jungle to get coco beans
- seriously though, how did he find the fucking jungle?
- it like doesn't exist
- except it does and Minho most likely lives there with all his cats
- Also, there's pandas!!!!!
- Felix would try and tame a panda, even though it's not possible
- When not trying to show off, Felix would be in his crappy little hut (cause hyunjin was still making the city), making cookies and cakes because why wouldn't he?
- at least he shares, unlike someone.....
- Felix would be absolutely unstoppable at the game, while you struggle to get to iron level armor (while trying to keep Jisung alive)
- Felix would have just a big ego
- it's okay though. One strike from Seungmin's sword and he'd be put back into his place
- Revenge is a dish best served Seungmin.
Seungmin
- the worst of the worst
- he would be the one to pretend to not know the game
- but really, he would be a minecraft expert
- read: troll
- every chance he would get, Seungmin would try to do something to ruin your day
- don't ever go mining with him. EVER!
- he would be the one to lead over a creeper to you in a ravine while you're trying to mine diamonds, right next to a lava pool
- the first one to explode wouldn't do any damage, thankfully
- "Don't you dare bring a creeper over here!"
- "I wouldn't."
- somehow, you wouldn't be convinced
- but you decided to trust him
- y/n clown
- you're just mining away at the diamond when a big explosion happens
- and you notice two things
- 1. the diamonds and the surrounding area were blown up
- 2. you were now in the pool of lava, dying
- meanwhile, Seungmin was running away, cackling like the evil little shit that he was
- the holy terror, that's what they would call him
- he would purposefully go out and fight creepers just to gather their gunpowder so he could make dynamite
- no one was safe from him
- except Minho
- because no one knew where he was
I.N.
- Jeongin would spend at least two days researching things for the game before actually playing
- he would want to have some knowledge before walking into hell that was the Stray Kids server
- it's okay though, because everyone loves Jeongin
- really, he wouldn't need to do a thing
- diamond armor, enchanted? check
- enchanted weapons? check
- his own cat and dog? double check
- everyone would do anything for this baby
- but Jeongin isn't one to mooch *coughJisungcough*
- even with all his presents, he would still start with the basics of punching a tree
- while others have found this skills in cooking, mining, falling into holes, redstone and building
- jeongin would be more interested in potions and enchanting
- YOU'RE A WIZARD INNIE!
- Jeongin would quickly master potion brewing
- even if it meant battling the scary blazes in the nether
- huh, so that's why Changbin was screaming so much
- he would be hired by Minho to make him potions of breathing so he could go claim an ocean monument
- Jeongin would only do it if he could help
- surprisingly Minho agrees and for the first time in 84 years, everyone gets to see Minho's character
#stray kids#skz#kpop#fanfic#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#skz scenarios#skz imagines#kpop fanfic#kpop scenarios#kpop imagines#bang chan#lee know#changbin#hyunjin#jisung#felix#seungmin#jeongin#han#lee minho#i.n
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The problem with DJ
Like I said, sweetie gets his own post lol. It's funny how far he's come, from a random side character made just to be killed off, to my go-to RP boy, to my favorite character I've ever written. I'll skip the origin story lol (aka the irrelevant random RPs over the years) and get right to the meat of the problem: Crossroads.
It all really comes back to my flaky friend, A. Back when she was creative and invested, she made this crazy girl, Casey, who DJ fell head-over-heels in love with. Casey was highly toxic and came with some unusual baggage, but that's what I loved about her as a character. And honestly? Every girl in DJ's life is kind of toxic. That was rather the point.
DJ describes himself as "a walking, talking stereotype." He's a broke, drug-addicted teen from the wrong side of the tracks with an abusive alcoholic father. His mother committed suicide when DJ was 4, and DJ's been an addict since he was 13. He's also got ADHD, and he's a genius. Sleeps through the few classes he actually attends and still gets straight As genius. He's got two distinctly different groups of friends: his more straight-laced school friends (most of whom have known him since pre-drug days), and his rave/burnout friends. He's also an indiscriminate (ish XD) manwhore. He'll sleep with literally any girl who shows interest, as long as he's not her first (ties into his lack of self-worth and stuff. he doesn't want anyone to be "stuck with" the memory of him as her first - Casey straight-up lies to his face to get him to fuck her 😂 I love her. she's so awful...)
I eventually gave him a little brother, because I'd never put much thought into why DJ - who, again, is scary smart, and also unnervingly self-aware; pretty much impervious to denial - would do drugs. When he was just a random RP character, I...didn't really care? 😂 His background and motivations were less important than the hijinks he got himself into. But then A fell as hard for him as I did, and we decided to give him a real story, so he needed a real motive. Enter baby brother AJ, who is their father's true target, so DJ does stupid shit to piss dad off and keep those fists flying at him, not baby bro.
When DJ meets Casey, he's drunk and high and accidentally gropes her. She punches him and knocks his ass out lmao. He later apologizes, and she and her twin brother Seamus join DJ's school friend group, and she and DJ become fwb. That's the most he can really offer; DJ doesn't date, because he knows he won't be faithful, so why string a girl along? Naturally, because he's book smart but otherwise kind of a moron (lol not really, just no will to live. he tried to kill himself 3 times before he was introduced to drugs. his friends keep warning him about STDs and he's like "eh, death by karma actually sounds pretty apropos") he ends up getting Casey (and a couple of other girls) pregnant.
One of those other girls is his dealer/rave bestie, Luna. Aside from Casey and her family, here is the biggest divergence between the story A and I worked out together, and the one I'm now writing alone. A hated Luna; she hated anyone who was competition for Casey, because she'd latched so hard onto this DJ/Casey pairing that everything that could have been something for them to overcome, she just saw as a threat that needed to be squashed. So she insisted on killing off not just the baby (Lu was always going to miscarry), but also Luna. Y'all... that hurt. A lot. I adore Luna. I'd sooner kill off DJ (and in fact, there's a version of the story where he ODs and dies, and Casey eventually marries AJ). I did not want to kill Luna. But for the sake of not arguing with A forever, I did, and it became a huge part of the overall story, because DJ was in love with Luna. I saw this as an opportunity to explore poly love. A was just like "fuck that. kill her. want a poly ship? Thow Izzie-" (one of DJ's school friends, Izumi) "-into the mix! Casey likes her!" Gods forbid I wanted a little friction and compromise, people finding common ground and learning to live together. DJ likes Izzie, he does. And Izzie canonically does have a huge crush on him. But she's possessive and catty - just like Casey - and they would have imploded.
When I decided to remove A from the equation, my first impulse was "fuck yeah! I don't have to kill Luna! LUNA STAYS, BITCHES!!!" but like...
Now I have to rework DJ's entire arc, because his crippling grief and guilt over her death drove pretty much the rest of his story.
Anyway, in the old version (with the three phases), in phase 1, DJ got clean, married Casey, and got his shit together. In phase 2, they were gender-swapped (there's a reason for that beyond a god's weird sense of humor lol but I'll get to that in a minute) and DJ went from a mousy drug-addicted pacifist to a deadly cleaner for Casey's Irish mob family. It all ties into which parent (s)he is afraid to reflect. male!DJ is terrified of becoming his father; female!DJ is disgusted by what she sees as her mother's weakness and refuses to be her. So while boy-Deej danced and played drums and never took a swing at anyone even in jest, girl-Deej was a fighter, and a damn angry one. In phase 3, back to being a boy and a druggie, DJ overdoses and dies. And the Goddess who'd been trying to get her hands on him this whole time finally manages it. See, Adaghar (god who gender-swapped DJ and Casey) knew about Larash's (goddess who wanted DJ) obsession, so he was trying to make sure DJ lived a long life and went to literally any afterlife that Larash couldn't reach. She finally gets him, and through a series of odd events, he ends up killing Adaghar and taking his place, becoming a god.
That's all gone. 😂 Now DJ's just DJ, no grand destiny or anything, just a kid with an awful home life who needs to clean his act up and do right by his kids. Honestly, that's enough imo. I still adore him and can't wait to get his story done so I can read it... but I'm totally stuck. I don't know how his story ends anymore. I know he can't end up with Luna even if she's alive because they'll end up strung out and on welfare for the rest of their short, painful lives. They are deeply, deeply in love with each other, but they're both tortured addicts and Luna has zero self control. Neither of them will ever get clean if they're together.
And like... that's not even getting into all the craziness with DJ's oldest son, Ari. Ari had different versions, too - one where DJ had no idea he existed until he was about 7 (and had gone through some shit, poor kid) and showed up on daddy's doorstep; that version grew to be an angry, snarky little shit and I love him to pieces. Then there's a version where DJ found him when he was 2 and cleaned his act up and Ari grew into a happy, well-adjusted kid. And obviously in the girl-DJ version, she, y'know, gave birth to him lmao so she knew about him. But Ari had this whole arc with a vampire and he moved to Achlys in one version, and in another (the one where DJ died) he was adopted by AJ and Casey and became a doctor, and... ugh. I love this kid. And now everything about him is a big question mark, even more so than DJ cuz - guess what? the vampire was A's character, too! 🙄😖
Blargh. I dunno, guys. I don't know what to do with this whole thing.
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Merry Christmas, flynnifox!
For @flynnifox <3
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Have a Cup of Christmas Cheer
Stiles had stopped counting all the times he had heard 'All I want for Christmas' today. It seemed like all the shops and all the streets and even the freaking Sheriff's station when he had gone to say hello to his dad at lunch time, all had the same freaking playlist going on loop and in all honesty Stiles was quite fed up with it. All of it.
He sighed, irritated and annoyed at the sound of some overused Christmas song and just kept standing in line in Reyes' Coffee Shop with a blank expression on his face.
He was dead on the inside. He hoped coming here was going to turn his day around. The barista, Erica, was one of his best friends in high school. It had been a few years, college and all that, but he still considered her a friend even if these days they only saw each other in the professional setting of her coffee shop, him being the client, and her serving him in daily doses of caffeine. She was wonderful enough to usually be able to brighten his day, even the worst of the worst when his boss at work had been a total pain in ass like he had been today.
There was just something about this time of year, Stiles wasn’t really sure Erica was going to have enough Wonder Woman power to make his life not seem bland and unappealing under the plastic mistletoe they had hung up just above the cash register.
She spotted him after a while and smiled one of her bright smiles. Her long curls of blond hair stuck out from under her Santa hat. Yeah because if the songs weren't enough to create the goddamn Christmas atmosphere they also had to add visuals to really be festive. She didn't seem to mind.
Stiles would really like to throw up.
Jackson freaking Whittemore, his actual real life nemesis from high school now turned into the CEO of the number one rival company from Stiles' job, bumped into him on his way out of the coffee shop.
Karma was a bitch like that.
Jackson snorted, “Seriously, Stilinski. I don't care what you do with your miserable life but could you cheer up a little ? You're killing the elves with your Grinch vibes.”
“You're killing the elves with your face.“ Stiles retorted.
It was not his best come back but he was a little out of it these days. He fidgeted and bit his lip out of annoyance.
“Wouldn't be surprised if you made the naughty list this year.” Jackson gave him a deprecating shrug.
Stiles was one hair away from just punching the smirk off his stupidly symmetrical face. He couldn’t do that though, not in Erica’s coffee shop. She didn’t deserve that, and he wasn’t rich enough to pay for any broken furniture, so instead he just said, “Fuck off.”
Jackson rolled his eyes and started whistling along 'Jingle Bells' on his way out.
Could Stiles’ day get any worse ?
It was not that Stiles hated Christmas. He didn't. He sort of liked it, accepted it at least. He didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Christmas was everywhere.
He could have gone on into details about how Christmas could never be what it used to be when he was little but there was no real use. He missed his mom, sure, but he missed more than that during this time of year. He missed... something he never really had. He missed not feeling so lonely.
He had his dad. He had Scott. Only, it wasn’t the same. Scott was married now, (wow way to make Stiles feel like an old bachelor at twenty five) so there wasn’t any Bro-Christmas anymore. And going to Scott’s house for Christmas was worse than being alone. Seeing the happy couple, the happy baby, the happy everything. Stiles could already feel the anxiety building up in his gut.
He was a great Uncle Stiles, but he didn’t have it in him right now. Not when he wanted it to be him. He had been ready for that, had been wanting that for even longer than Scott had. Stiles had been ready to find the love of his life when he was sixteen when Scott was still going from girlfriend to girlfriend until he finally found the one. Stiles… Well, things didn’t seem to be moving along as easily.
He couldn’t even blame it on his career because he was not that career oriented. He was still just in some stupid entry-level job at his office.
He didn’t care.
What Stiles wanted was to the happy husband with the happy baby in the happy household. Having enough money to make do was enough for him, he didn’t wish to live in a castle or drive a Porsche like his nemesis Whittemore. He wanted to stroll through the decorated streets with the intent of buying presents for people he loved, he wanted to dress up as Santa and eat some cookies and milk at midnight, he wanted the disastrous burned ham and the scrubbing of the ruined dishes before joining the love of his life in bed on Christmas night. He wanted the whole thing.
It was hard to settle for less.
He finally got to the counter and ordered his coffee. Black. No sugar.
“As dark as your soul,” Erica grinned as she wrote his name on a to-go cup.
Stiles grimaced what he hoped looked like a smile, which earned him a small laugh from Erica. She looked like a real Christmas angel when she laughed. Maybe he had been right to come here to cheer himself up a little after all.
His fake smile turned into a real one when Boyd, Erica's boyfriend, came out through the kitchen door. Strong tall dude with a red apron around his waist and sporting a Christmas hat : the perfect figure of manliness.
“Looking good, dude,” Stiles nodded in his direction.
“I know,” Boyd answered as confident as ever. Erica winked. Stiles’ tiny frozen heart melted.
Erica quickly shooed him away. The line had to keep moving. He would have liked to stay just a little longer but it was part of the business side of things to keep things going.
Now all he had left was to go back to his tiny lonely apartment and wait for the next few days to be over.
Stiles went to stand a little way off to the side to wait for his drink. He looked to the side, silently sending a prayer for Boyd to take his time preparing the drinks. He watched the bright garlands, let his eyes wander and follow their paths arching over the doors and on the walls. The red ornaments had been hung there with sticky tape, it wasn’t delicate by any means but it did the job.
He couldn’t keep the deep sigh from escaping him. His love-hate relationship with Christmas was still going strong.
His eyes then landed on a guy just a few feet away. Stiles hadn't noticed him before. Then again he hadn't noticed much of anything except Jackson being his usual douche-bag self.
Now Stiles was actually looking. The guy seemed to be waiting for his drink too, fidgeting a little as he put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He must have been in the line just in front of him. It really spoke volumes about his current state that Stiles hadn’t noticed a guy that hot. He usually noticed these things. Not that it usually amounted to anything because Stiles really wasn’t a one night stand kind of guy. Stiles was a romantic and most importantly what he craved was intimacy and comfort. He didn’t really care about dick.
Oh but that jawline was definitely cut by the angels. Falalalaa blessed be the lord.
Even with dick out of the question, Stiles’ eyes could only rejoice in the pleasing aesthetics this guy brought to the world.
“Derek ?” Boyd called out, putting a cup down on the counter, before quickly turning to prepare other drinks.
The guy, Stiles’ guy, stepped forward. Okay, Derek. Derek. Stiles almost tasted the name on his tongue. Yeah, he had to agree, Derek seemed to fit that hot guy perfectly.
He didn’t have the time to analyze anything more than that before Boyd came to put another cup on the counter and called, “Stiles !”
Stiles jumped a little at his name. That was fast. He quickly made his way back, ready to talk to Boyd for a couple of more minutes before it was actually absolutely mandatory for him to either leave or find a place to sit. He planned on leaving, he didn’t want to sit all alone in the busy coffee shop. He wasn’t a hipster trying to find a vibe, he just wanted a couple more minutes to hear Boyd tell him one of the stupid things Isaac, their employee, got up to or something. Anything.
Okay so Stiles was a little desperate. Just a little.
“Excuse me,” a voice said behind him.
Stiles turned around so fast, he almost heard his neck creak. Derek, the hottest guy Stiles had seen in a long time, was standing there, frowning down at his cup.
Why was he still standing there ? That was definitely not proper coffee shop etiquette. Someone should tell him because no matter how hot a guy was, he was supposed to be moving along when the drink was retrieved. That was how a coffee shop worked. Stiles was supposed to be the only one allowed to loiter, that was his friend privilege.
The guy frowned again, and it seemed directed at Stiles this time. He leaned in a little closer. Stiles swallowed audibly. Now was not the time to get flustered but it had been a while since anyone had come close into his personal space. What was this man doing all of a sudden?
“Excuse me,” Hot Guy Derek said again. “I think you have my drink.”
What ?
It was Stiles’ turn to frown now. (The frowning contest is on, mister!) He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck with his free hand, “What?”
Stiles barely had the time to take his cup but he definitely had time to notice Erica's cursive handwriting unmistakably spelling out his name in black sharpie. It was not every name that could be mistaken for ‘Stiles’. What was this dude on about ?
He threw a quick glance in Boyd’s direction only to find him gone. The bro code really wasn’t what it used to be.
“Stiles,” Hot Derek said.
Stiles' brain short-circuited a minute, only able to gape and stare at the wonderful scruff on that man's face. Stiles would very much enjoy hearing his name coming out of that mouth somewhere more private. Somewhere in between some sheets maybe, under a duvet, safe and warm on a Sunday morning.
“Stiles,” He said again.
Stiles shook his head and blinked a little to meet Derek's eyes. Oh wow. Those eyes. Yeah Stiles’ brain wasn’t back online yet. Later he would be able to express in a lot more words how beautiful these green eyes looked under the cozy coffee shop lighting.
Were the twinkles in there only the reflection of the Christmas lights?
The whole street was covered with the red and green lights. Their glow was flickering through the large wall of windows.
The town was floating in the Christmas spirit and if Stiles had to put a face on a feeling, he might want to choose this face right here.
Here was a reason to accept Christmas a little more.
Wait. Hot Derek's eyebrows twitched. They were clearly trying to tell him something. Stiles followed his line of sight down to the cup he was holding. Derek's cup... which also had a name written in that same handwriting in black sharpie, except that instead of Derek's name, it was Stiles' name written there.
It was all there from the capital S to the lower case s, as if it had been copy-pasted from his own cup, except that on this one the i of his name has been dotted with a heart instead.
“Huh ?” Stiles said intelligibly.
“You have my drink.”
“Huh.”
Derek probably thought Stiles was a moron. Maybe it was not too late to act like a foreign exchange student or a tourist. Excusez-moi no hablo English? No, even better, Stiles was almost ready to unearth his fake polish accent even if he hadn’t spoken a word of that language since the last time he went to visit his Babcia with his mom and dad when he was eight.
“You ordered a black coffee.” Derek said simply. To prove his point, he slowly uncapped his cup to show the wonderfully black liquid inside. Dark roast, Stiles’ favorite. “You want me to guess what’s in your cup or is that enough proof?”
“Listen dude!” Stiles started a little too loud.
Stupidly, Stiles was ready to start a fight. He was fed up with everything today : work, stupid Jackson, stupid Christmas, stupid coffee shop messing up orders for no reason. He didn’t need an attractive guy getting in his face now because of some coffee ordeal. He just wanted to go home and wallow in his misery. It was a thing people did ; going home just to be free to be miserable without having the world there to look at them. In this case, Stiles was people.
Stiles just really wanted to be left alone.... or to be hugged or something.
So yes, he had spoken a little too loud, making some heads turn to look at them. He didn’t really want to cause a scene. It was a reflex more than anything. It was such a reflex that he hadn’t come up with the rest of the sentence.
He cleared his throat to find some composure. “I’m sure this is just a mistake.”
Way to state what seemed obvious.
Though… Now that he thought about it, Stiles knew this wasn't a mistake. He quickly glared in Erica’s direction. She was way too careful with her business to make a mistake like that. Plus the little heart on the i was definitely giving her away. She never put hearts on his cup.
His eyes met Boyd’s for a second and the playful glint in his eyes was enough to confirm Stiles’ doubts. Fuckers. Both of them.
Stiles just hadn’t been miserable enough that they had to come and mess with him on this goddawful day.
“Oh god, I hate them. I’m so sorry.” Stiles let his head fall. “They think they’re hilarious. It’s just, yeah, they’re sort of my friends, though clearly they shouldn’t ever have earned that title. I should only have nice friends. I should only have all the nice things. I don’t deserve this? All of today. I don’t deserve that. And they know I don’t like Christmas time! They’re just… ugh.”
He hit his forehead with his fist, wishing so badly he could just transport himself some place else. Stiles hated everything right now. Erica and Boyd had had to go find the hottest guy in town and pull a prank? And they called themselves friends? What a travesty.
“Why would it be funny?” Derek’s eyes weren’t leaving Stiles a second.
It was almost uncomfortable. Hot guys rarely paid attention to him so Stiles lacked the proper defense mechanisms to help him cope with what was happening right now. Without thinking he brought what he believed to be his cup to his lips and gulped down a disgustingly sweet mouthful of what he guessed to be a white chocolate drink. The sugary feeling stuck all the way down his throat. It was so bad, he choked.
Heads turn in their direction again because Stiles was nothing but a discreet guy. God, could he please just disappear instead of making a fool out of himself?
Derek’s hand was on his arm, holding him upright, brushing down to his elbow almost like a caress. Stiles was definitely imagining the look of concern on the other man’s face. There was no way this was happening right now.
“Here!” Stiles all but shoved the burning hot cup of white chocolate in Derek’s chest. “That’s definitely yours.”
Derek let go of his arm, his fingers brushing against Stiles’ as he moved to catch the cup Stiles was handing to him.
Every touch felt like burning, Stiles was that touch-starved. Sure he shook hands with his colleagues at work but that was not the same. Shaking hands with people he barely tolerated definitely didn’t bring out any Jane Austen type of vibes in his heart. Here though, he could very well be named Elizabeth Bennett, he wouldn’t be the wiser.
Derek almost smiled, just a tiny smug curl on the corner of his lips. Stiles’ eyes widened as he realized that he basically had drunk in this stranger’s cup just before giving it back. That was definitely not proper coffee shop etiquette. Germs and all that.
Stiles was a disgusting twenty-something spreading his disgusting saliva all over the place, and by all over the place Stiles meant this thirty-something God of beauty.
There was just a tiny hint of grey, salt and pepper in the scruff. So incredibly endearing for some reason. He never really knew he had a type until today but he might just have had his revelation moment. Or maybe someone like Derek was just so beautiful that he would be anyone’s type. What are the chances that a guy like that would be gay or bi or pan or any of the sexualities that would give Stiles the slightest most tiniest chance? Zero, null, void of any chance that was what it was. Either that or he was married or a Jackson Whittemore type of douche bag.
Though he didn’t feel like a douche bag.
He felt sort of soft. He felt like someone who would accept to be the big spoon.
Stiles was about to reach for the cup again but was stopped short by Derek who pointedly stared at him straight in the eyes as he slowly brought the white chocolate to his mouth, took a sip and let out a small moan of satisfaction before licking his lips. Slowly, oh so slowly.
What the hell was going on here? Stiles frowned at him, mouth half open. It felt like the whole universe was out to get him. This shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.
Hot Derek looked up at him, smirking. He knew what he was doing. He knew.. He knew he was hella attractive, he knew how to use it. This was terrible. So so terrible. If germs had to be exchanged, why not a full on make-out in the back alley under the twinkling lights? Stiles could be down for that.
But all of this was just a joke, a prank. This wasn’t just a random guy meeting him a random way. This was a prank pulled by people he hadn’t seen outside of this coffee shop for years. He called them his friends but, really, maybe they were just acquaintances. He didn’t even know what Erica and Boyd got up to outside of the small walls of this coffee shop. For all he knew, Derek could be one of their friends, in on the joke, here to make Stiles miserable, really turn him into a Grinch for real.
“Can I get you a, uh, drink?” Derek asked. Stiles hadn’t expected that to be what came out of Derek’s mouth.
“I already have a drink,” Stiles narrowed his eyes and pointed at the hearted-Stiles cup.
“Right. Of course. There you go,” Derek handed him the cup.
Stiles took it, pulled it closer to his chest as, cradling it as if to bring comfort to the cup or to himself. He was not really sure. He didn’t seem to know much of anything right now. The only thing he knew was that Derek was not moving. He was not going away. He only stood there, looking at Stiles for some reason.
“Are you here with someone?” Derek asked now, taking another ostentatious sip of that Stiles-germ-filled drink.
What was Stiles supposed to say, did it look like he was here with someone? Would he be standing there with a hot stranger if he had anywhere else to be?
Yeah probably.
That guy was built like a Greek God, chiseled and beautiful. And he also smelled good, Stiles could tell. He didn’t know what brand of cologne it was or maybe it was just the pheromones in the air, but Stiles was swooning just a little bit. Not drooling, definitely not drooling.
The good question was why Stiles wasn’t leaving. He had his drink in hand, the deal was done. The cups had been exchanged. Stiles should go and save himself. He probably enjoyed being ridiculed. That was the masochistic low-self-esteem acting up again.
More importantly, why did the thought of leaving make him feel so weird inside? It felt like a little Christmas elf was in his chest using his heart as a punching bag.
Derek’s face did another of its twitches. Dude, this guy knew how to use his face to communicate like you wouldn’t believe. It was a little terrifying. Stiles got the message loud and clear that he had been silent a lot longer than politely acceptable.
That was a rare occurrence. Stiles was a talker. Everybody complained about it, he talked talked talked. Not always about the things that mattered though. That was one of his problems, wanting to keep face in all circumstances, not wanting to be a burden. That was why he never told Scott about feeling lonely. So he talked, he talked about Star Wars and he talked about the Mets or anything, talked about Lacrosse if he wanted to have the chance to have a two way conversation instead of just a monologue.
“No, I’m singl- alone ! I’m here alone.”
Stiles scrunched up his nose. That sounded bad. So. His anxiety was going to make him think about this for days and he might even wake up in the middle of the night four years from now thinking about how bad this had been. Smooth Stilinski, so smooth.
The soft cling of dishes being deposited on the counter pulled Stiles out of his never ending inner monologue. Derek turned around too,his eyes finally letting go of their hold on Stiles’ soul.
Saved by the bell as one would like to believe, except that when Stiles looked up he found Erica standing there behind the counter with some sort of wolffish grin on her face. It was more terrifying than being faced with an actual predator.
“On the house, boys. Enjoy!” She announced, her tone ringing like wind chimes.
Stiles glared. Her cheerfulness sounded just a little too forced under the circumstances.
He wanted to strangle her. She was only saved by the fact that there was a counter between them and about twenty people there to witness it. All he could do was glare, curse her with his mind, make it very obvious that he was not happy with her right now.
Still, Stiles was about to tell her off when Derek grinned and stepped forward to grab the two small plates of red velvet cheesecake with one hand.
Oh no, now Stiles was thinking about Derek’s hands.
“Thank you,” Derek said softly.
Derek seemed to accept what was happening without any trouble. What was up with that? Stiles still felt like he was living one hallucinatory scene in a movie or maybe one of these hidden camera gags. He was still ready to bolt, to dash out of there and leave them all to never return. This was a betrayal of the highest order. Reyes’ Coffee Shop was supposed to be a safe space. It was supposed to feel like home. Yes a home with stupid Jackson Whittemore as a guest sometimes but a home nonetheless.
“Your friends really are pushing this,” Derek huffed out, sounding amused. “If I had any criticism, I’d say she could have cut the cheesecake in the shape of a heart and given only one piece with two forks. This is really amateur work.”
Stiles couldn’t help but laugh. It came out a little hysterical, a little loud. Again. His nervousness always had the best of him. He was a mess, and now he was obviously blushing. The hot flush moved on his cheeks and ran down his neck. When Derek smiled, Stiles stopped breathing entirely. The smile didn’t feel mocking. Surprisingly.
“Dude, it’s not too late, you can still put that in the suggestion jar!” Stiles said, pointing to a piggy bank next to the cash register.
Derek frowned, “Isn’t that for tips?”
Stiles only shrugged. That would be a sweet revenge. Derek rolled his eyes.
“Let’s go sit.” Derek offered, before looking down and adding, “Unless you don’t want to?”
It came out as a question. Shy. Stiles could laugh again because this amazingly beautiful man in front of him was acting insecure as if Stiles had the upper hand here.
Derek’s ears were turning bright red. The color fit perfectly with the theme of the season. And again Stiles thought about Christmas. It would be such a shame if anyone was ever to reject such a heartwarming Christmas spirit.
Stiles’ heart skipped a beat or two at the sight of Derek who was now looking up at him.
“It’s my birthday today,” Derek confessed.
“It’s your what?” Stiles exclaimed.
“My birthday.”
“Yeah I heard you the first time, but, man, I don’t understand why you would tell me these things?” Stiles was almost getting angry now. “Because if it’s your birthday… it’s even more terrible! First it means you’re a Christmas baby which means you might hate Christmas even more than I do. Or love it wholeheartedly. I don’t know which is worse. But also if it’s your birthday and you’re here by yourself and my friends decided it would be fun to pull this stupid plan to get you to what? Meet me? Because oh my god, that’s some bad karma. I thought my karma was a bitch but dude , yours might be even worse! Imagine karma doing that to someone on their birthday… Jesus fucking Christ.”
When Stiles finally stopped his grand overly dramatic speech, he found Derek only looking at him, soft crinkles on the corners of his eyes.
“Is that it? Are you done?” Derek asked.
“Yes. You gotta admit I’m right though, but yes, I am done.”
“Are you always this stubborn?” Derek shook his head slowly. “The question is only rhetorical.”
Stiles snorted. He crossed his arms in a way he hoped to be manly. It failed as he had to be mindful of his coffee cup (the one Derek had uncapped but hadn’t bothered putting the lid back on earlier because apparently Hot Derek didn’t care about hot liquid hazard).
“Let’s make this easier on both of us.” Derek huffed out. “You’re single. I am too. It’s Christmas Eve, it’s my birthday, and I spent all day working. You’re cute,” he stopped a second to smile at Stiles’ shocked face. “You’re also ridiculous, but in a good way. Your friends are meddlers-”
“The worst kind of meddling meddlers.” Stiles had to agree.
“Who clearly care about you enough to pull something like this. That has to mean you are at least a decent enough person.”
“I’m a great person!” Stiles felt the need to correct. Look at him finding some sense of self worth when needed!
“Well, I’d like to be the judge of that.” Derek smiled. “If you’d let me.”
“What?” Stiles’ brain might be short circuiting again.
“Say yes, Stiles!” Boys shouted from where he was standing in the kitchen doorway.
“Fucking Hell Stiles!” Erica added.
Derek was full on grinning now. The dude thought all of this was wonderful. This whole mess of life Stiles had, it didn’t seem to scare him or push him away.
“Let’s go sit and enjoy some cheesecake.” Derek didn’t wait for Stiles to agree and just led the way to an empty table close to the window.
The lights twinkle again, illuminating the small wooden table as Derek unceremoniously dropped the small plates of cheesecake on the tabletop.
Stiles reached for him before Derek sat down.
“You say that like it’s easy but you say 'cheesecake' and I hear a lot more than that.” Stiles admitted.
He was a little breathless. That mean elf in his chest had taken to squeezing his lungs now, stomping on his heart too.
“If the cheesecake is good, that might mean a date or two.” Derek was acting casual about this.
“Again. You’re doing it again . Because when you say-“
Derek cut him short, leaning in to kiss him, swallowing down soundless words.
“I think you heard me just right.” Derek smiled again. “Tomorrow is Christmas and I’m driving back to my hometown to be with my family. I’m going to assume you’re not up for that yet. My sisters, huh, they’re a lot to handle. But tonight… Tonight, I’m all yours.”
Stiles let out a small surprised breath. His heart was growing so big all at once, all the air was being pushed out. Derek knew what he was doing. Derek fucking knew. There was so much implication in what he was saying and yeah sure Stiles definitely didn’t feel up for an official meeting with the family tomorrow (what the hell?) but who knew? Maybe next year?
“Wait, I just need to-“ Derek said before leaning in once more, raising Stiles’ chin an inch to angle him just right to capture his lips again.
This time Stiles felt more prepared, he didn’t just take it, he kissed back. They were keeping it chaste, it was a first kiss. They were still in the middle of the coffee shop. But Stiles couldn’t help it, he had to taste more. He ran his tongue softly on the underside of Derek’s upper lip. Stiles needed just a little more time and a little less audience to dare slip his tongue inside and -
“Yeah,” Derek breathed out, pulling away. He nodded, seemingly satisfied by the result of what he had 'needed to'.
“You don’t know what you’re signing up for. I’m no piece of cake.” Stiles needed to warn him.
“Can’t wait to find out.” Derek said before turning serious. “If this is the fine prints of some imaginary contract we’re signing, I probably have to disclose that I'm not perfect either.”
“I’m loving your business talk so much.” Stiles snorted.
“You say business but I hear a lot more than that.” Derek’s tone was serious but his face absolutely gave away how proud of himself he was.
“Shut up,” Stiles couldn’t help but smile. His grin was so wide it actually hurt his cheeks.
“Do you actually want to eat that cheesecake or should we get out of here?” Derek asked, his wonderfully endearing blush back in full force.
‘All I Want For Christmas’ was coming back on the radio and Stiles could actually laugh now. He still couldn't believe any of it was really happening.
“Race you to the door!” He grinned before starting off like a lunatic.
He could hear Derek follow him quickly but bumping into someone and apologizing before reaching Stiles again, his hand finding Stiles’ lower back as they tried to both squeeze in the entryway.
“Get it Stiles!” Stiles heard Erica shout out as they were about to open the coffee shop front door to head out. “Get it.”
“Bowchickabowwow!” Boyd sing-songed, slapping Erica’s ass with a dish towel.
Oh for fuck’s sake.
Stiles sent them the middle finger. They were going to hear him next time he comes in. He was not going to let them live it down. They probably won’t either, especially if their stupid prank actually worked. Stiles was probably not going to survive this.
Erica laughed. She knew she'd won.
“It’s not Valentine’s so I can’t be cupid but who says I’m not up for saving Christmas?! Thank me later!” She called after him.
Stiles wanted to retort, but Derek’s hand just found his, their fingers intertwined.
And yeah, this right here, this was a true Christmas miracle.
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