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basicinstnct · 6 months

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spoonfed / suguru geto

word count: 1,181

tags: yandere, drugged sex, non-consensual drug use, forced orgasm, bath sex, vomiting, implied kidnapping, aphrodisiacs, established relationship (LOL)

a/n: “have you ever read sharp objects?” me:

summary: After a night spent at Suguru's, you find yourself in poor health.

It’s all very funny, mostly. You’d felt anxious, but fine going to sleep last night. Then when you woke up, the first thing you did was run for the bathroom. You’d hoped sheepishly to return to bed unnoticed, but naturally when you walked back into the bedroom Suguru was awake, waiting with a glass of water for you.

You’d tried to play it off, but then you threw up again, and again. After, Suguru held you close, told you not to hide your whimpers. He said something then, almost blurted it like he couldn’t help himself.

“I guess you won’t be able to make that work trip.”

That was right, wasn’t it? You’d had a trip, one you were supposed to leave for today, but you didn’t have one anymore, it seemed. Suguru had slid out of bed for a moment, grabbing his cell, telling you there’s nothing to worry about, he’ll take care of it.

Now, you feel like a frail Victiorian child. It aches to stand, to breathe even. You’d hoped to find your clothes, to get out of Suguru’s place once you’d gained a bit of strength. You couldn’t imagine yourself willingly letting him see you like this in a million years, but now it’s happening and you’re hating every second of it. If you could only leave, you’d be able to take an extended break to recover, so you’d be at your best the next time you saw him, if he’d want to see you again.

“You should get back into bed.” You hadn’t even noticed his arrival, which wasn’t surprising. However, instead of being amused, you feel pure dread.

“Um, thanks,” you find yourself trailing off. Has it ever been this hard to put one word in front of the other? “Actually though, I should probably go home. I’ve been here too long and… I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I’ll be fine,” Suguru sighs. He seems to glide across the room until he’s right in front of you, wrapping cold hands around your arms to fold you back into his sheets. You were shaking in the frigid air of your boyfriend’s bedroom but swallowed in fabric you suddenly start to burn. It’s not long before you’re hurling yourself over the side of the bed, desperate to preserve some measure of self control, of decency.

There’s already a trashcan there for you, and Suguru holds your hair back as you empty the contents of your stomach. It’s liquid and bits of apple. You’d been so weak he’d had to feed you himself, bits freshly chopped into small pieces. His hand on your shoulder, moving softly over and over on the same piece of skin.

“I feel sick,” you raise your head as much as you can, ashamed of your condition. It’s Suguru who grabs your chin, lifts your head so you can see his face (or so he can see yours). You find yourself surprised that he looks so… kind.

“Maybe the hospital–“

“Don’t be silly,” he says, smiling, “Like I would let anyone else take care of you. Now, into the tub.”

He carries you there, and against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat through his robe, feel it too. You think it’s racing, but it’s equally as possible that your sense of time is just distorted.

He says nothing as he strips your nightgown off you. It doesn’t even make you blush at this point, and he hums softly at your display of reliance.

The water is hot, so much so that you panic and try to escape, but Suguru’s there to push your shoulders down. Instantly, you sink until the water is just below your breasts. Stagnant, waiting for his next move.

He drops to his knees behind you, probably so you can’t see what he’s doing. It takes more effort than it should, but you turn your head. You’re barely able to see as he pulls out two capsules from what seems like nowhere, and inside are two yellow pills. You hold out your hand, but he gently pushes it away and holds the first one to your mouth. You don’t fight it, or the second one which comes moments later. Then, there’s another glass of water to drink. All the while, he strokes his other hand through your hair. You’re embarrassed that the gesture works to comfort you.

Suguru scrubs your flesh with a soft brush, using the soap you have at your place. You realize that he must have bought it for his. He washes your hair, your face. He treats you with care, but at the same time it feels a bit like a checklist. Once you’re done with one thing, he’s moving on to something else. Still, it’s all routine procedure, until he surprises you.

“Open your legs,” he tells you, and when it takes you too long to comply he does it himself. Then you feel his fingers cup you there. Suguru doesn’t move them; he only applies a bit of pressure you can barely manage. Precise like a surgeon’s hands.

“What are you doing!” You try to be stern but it comes out like a weak moan. You’re so overwhelmed by the illness, by shame of being like this in front of him, that the slightest bit of something pleasurable stuns you.

“Taking your temperature,” he says with no shame, and you’d never believe that’s really what he means to do. “You’re hot.”

“I bet,” you manage to mutter. When Suguru smiles, you realize your lip is trembling.

“In fact, I think I should cool you down.”

He thumbs at your clit, kisses your neck. It takes barely that to wind you up. Quickly, you find yourself panting for him, out of breath doing nothing at all. You’re worried how reactive you’ll be if he makes you come, but Suguru isn’t scared to push you there.

His fingers tease at you, stroking softly, but you whine as he presses harder on your clit and begins rubbing it with soft strokes. Your instinct is to writhe, to shake, but you feel too dizzy with pleasure for any of that.

“This is good, right?” you’re asked, like he doesn’t know. “It makes you feel better.”

“Suguru,” you plead, but it falls on deaf ears.

He leads you towards your orgasm with commands, stay still even though you aren’t moving. Don’t fight, when you haven’t the strength to try. He tells you to kiss him, and you lean your head back to meet his lips. You feel his moan in your mouth, and he coaxes your tongue to touch his. The hand not working you holds your jaw so you’re stuck to him.

You come like that, with his fingers on your cunt. The feeling is hot and muffled. Suguru kisses you the entire time, whispering words in between. He tells you he’s being gentle for you, that it’s nothing you’ve haven’t taken before, probably a hundred times. He’s not wrong, but you still feel worse than ever when he finally opens you up and slips a finger inside.

#my writing #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru geto smut #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto #jjk smut #jjk x reader #smut #if you saw this before no you didn’t!#yandere suguru #yandere geto #yandere

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mrwavellswaps · 1 year

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A Life He Never Had - Part 1 (Son’s POV)

➡️ Father’s POV ⬅️

I don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to this. Just a month ago I was young, hung and shredded with a fit as fuck girlfriend. Now I’m old, fat, hairy as fuck and no girl whatsoever… And it’s all thanks to my body thief of a gay dad!

It all started a couple of months back when my 51 year old dad finally came out as gay on his birthday after being closeted for so long. Suddenly his and moms divorce made a hell of a lot more sense. Yet everyone, me included, supported him and was happy that he was finally embracing his true self. Little did I know this was only the start of what was to come.

After this my Dad and I would occasionally have chats about how he wished he’d had the strength to come out earlier so he could’ve enjoyed his youth more. Saying things like people my age are lucky to live in a time where we don’t feel as though we have to hide who we are. Of course I’ve never had to, being straight and all, but I certainly understood where he was coming from.

“You know Son. Some days I just wish I could be your age again so I could give myself a real shot at young love and all that.” He said to me one day and at the time I just disregarded as my dad having regrets. But looking back I wish I hadn’t…

Some time after this the two of us were having dinner at his place as we usually did on a Friday night. It was like tradition at this point. Sometimes we’d have some other people round as well like my girlfriend or one of my aunts or uncles. This time however it was just me and Dad. He’d whipped us up some spaghetti and meatballs which was amazing as always before suggesting we sit and watch the game in the living room. He even got us both a couple of beers to drink as we watched… only the more I drank, the more tired I felt. It wasn’t until it was already too late that I started to catch on. My dad had slipped some kind of sleeping powder into my beer!

After that everything was a blur. I was fading in and out of consciousness as he put my arm over his shoulder and walked me to his bedroom. I can’t remember much more than that other than him tilting my head back and pouring some weird liquid down my throat. I think he drunk some as well but it was hard to tell. Either way I blacked out fully after that.

The next thing I felt was dream. A very lucid one at that. I was in the deep, endless void that was lit up by beams of light in the sky that somewhat resembled the northern lights. I remember looking down at myself to find my smooth muscular body fully naked and on display but before I had any time to process I heard someone calling me. Whipping my head around I saw only a could of feet away was my dad. Needless to say he was just as naked as I was which would’ve been more than enough to make me look away in embarrassment had I not suddenly felt my body freeze in place the moment I locked eyes with him. We stared at each over for a moment until a smirk broke out across my dad’s face. He reached out an arm and the very second it touched my chest, our visions flipped. Suddenly I was looking through his eyes, using his hand to touch my former chest. I was looking back into my own eyes with terror as he only grinned at me with glee. And then it all faded to black.

I found myself waking up the next morning and feeling very… off. Blinking my eyes open I looked around to see that I was in my dad’s bedroom for some reason. The events of the previous night hadn’t quite come back to me yet until I sat up. I instantly noticed something was extremely wrong. Not only was I on my Dad’s bed but I was wearing his clothes and my body… even under the shirt and jeans I could tell it wasn’t mine. Honestly I was afraid to look but I had to. I grabbed the underneath of my shirt and pulled it up to reveal something that made me scream in horror. A big hairy gut! But not just any gut. My Dad’s big hairy gut! My suspicion was only further confirmed as I inspected the rest of furry, out of shape body in a panic. I swear I almost had a heart attack when I felt the lack of hair on my head and the thick beard.

By this point I pretty much knew what had happened but I refused to believe it. Even when I looked into multiple mirrors and my Dad’s phone camera to see non-other than his middle-aged face. My world only truly came crashing down when I heard a knock at the door…

“Hey Dad. How’re you liking your new body.” I spun around upon hearing my own voice and what I saw was something impossible. It was me. My body. And if I was in my Dad’s body then that could only mean…

“What the fuck is going on!? Dad is that you?! Why the hell do I look like you!? And why do you look like me!?!? And… what the fuck are you wearing!?” I shouted frantically as he simply sipped on a freshly made cup of coffee.

“Oh this?” He said pointing down at the extremely revealing underwear. “It’s just a little something I picked up weeks ago. Thought it’d look good on this body is all. And damn was I right!” He claimed before turning around and giving what should’ve been my ass a swat.

I was in complete and utter disbelief. Somehow my own father had stolen my body overnight and was now parading around in it like it was his own. Needless to say I blew up at him, demanding that he fix this shit right now and get me the hell out of his body and back into my own. Yet through all my theatrics he stayed frustratingly calm before just flat out denying.

“Sorry kiddo, I’ve been planning this for the better part of 2 years now. Even if I did wanna swap back with you, the stuff I used is a one time thing. Once you swap there’s no going back.” He said as he made his way over to the mirror I’d just been freaking out looking at simply to admire his young 23 year old body and features. “So I suggest you get used to being a fat old man while I turn this body into the sluttiest gay this town has ever seen.” When he said that I had half a mind to beat the shit out of him right there but seeing my own face and body controlled by someone else was too jarring and off putting. Instead I just watched as he smirked at me with such smugness before strutting out of the room and leaving me to come to terms with this new reality.

Since then my life has felt like an endless nightmare. Every morning I get up with the aches and pains of a middle aged man, feeling distraught seeing my Dad’s face every time I looked in the mirror. Part of me also hated how hairy this body was and I would’ve shaved it all off had I not been worried that doing so would only make my fat all that much more obvious. That’s why I couldn’t help but feel an intense streak of jealousy whenever I saw my “Son” walking around the house almost naked just to show off his young fit body.

I resented him even more when he started to change my body for himself. Before all this I’d always kept my face and body perfectly clean shaven as a lot of chicks, especially my girlfriend, preferred smoother guys. That in mind I didn’t mind shaving often if it meant I got to taste my girlfriend’s pussy almost every night. But now that he’s in control of my body he stopped shaving all together, letting my body hair sprout again and even allowing a small beard grow in. I doubt my girlfriend would be much of fan, not that it matters since he broke up with her the first chance he got. “Sorry Dad but this dick ain’t going anywhere near a pussy ever again!” Is what he said to me after he told me about the breakup.

Since then he’s been living here and it’s been absolute hell. I’ve had to watch him bring a new guy home almost every before leading him to the bedroom. After that I can’t even bare to listen. I just either plug my ears with headphones or turn up the TV volume so I don’t have to hear him violating my body with another man. Even then he would still end up telling me about it afterwards. Saying how good it felt to finally get his hole stretched like he’d always wanted in his youth, even if it used to be mine…

I’ve tried to accept this new life but it’s hard knowing all that I’ve lost. At this point I just wish I could have a hot girlfriend again but I’d probably need to find a girl with serious daddy issues if I wanted to get one that was young like my old girlfriend. And even if I did my new dick is old and like half the size of the one I used to have. Safe to say I didn’t get that from dad… speaking of I think I can hear him now. He always likes to leave his bedroom door open when he decides to start pleasuring himself just so he can tease me that little bit more.

God I hate this so much. I hope someday I can find a way to reverse it…

#magic #potion #male body swap #male body theft #identity theft #father and son #permanent #hairy #dad #jock #straight to gay

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vrilgothic · 7 months

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Excerpt from an interview with Ted Kaczynski (aka Unabomber) in which he recounts his day to day life in the forest:

BVD (the interviewer): What was an average day like for you in Lincoln?

TJK (Ted Kaczynski): That’s a very difficult question to answer because I don’t know that there was an average day. My activities varied so much according to the season and according to the tasks I had before me on a given day. But I will describe a representative day…

TJK: …Well, let’s take a day in January, and let’s suppose I wake up about 3:00 a.m. to find that snow is falling. I start a fire in my stove and put a pot of water on. When the water comes to a boil I dump a certain quantity of rolled oats into it and stir them for a few minutes until they are cooked. Then I take the pot off the stove, add a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and some milk—made from powdered milk.

While the oats are cooling I eat a piece of cold boiled rabbit meat.

Afterward I eat the oats. I sit for a few minutes before the open door of the stove watching the fire burn down, then I take my clothes off again, get back into bed, and go to sleep. When I wake up, the sky is just starting to get light. I get out of bed and dress myself quickly because it’s cold in the cabin. By the time I’m dressed there’s a little more light and I can see that it’s no longer snowing and the sky is clear. Because of the fresh snow it should be a good day for rabbit hunting. So I take my old, beat-up, single-shot 22 down from the hooks on the wall. I put my little wooden cartridge-box, containing 16 cartridges, in my pocket, with a couple of books of matches wrapped in plastic bags and a sheath knife on my belt in case I have to build a fire in an emergency. Then I put on my snowshoes and take off. First there’s a hard climb to get up on top of the ridge, and then a level walk of a mile or so to get to the open forest of lodgepole pines where I want to hunt. A little way into the pines I find the tracks of a snowshoe hare. I follow the trail around and around through its tangled meanderings for about an hour. Then suddenly I see the black eye and the black-tipped ears of an otherwise white snowshoe hare. It’s usually the eye and the black-tipped ears you notice first. The bunny is watching me from behind the tangled branches and green needles of a recently-fallen pine tree. The rabbis is about 40 feet away, but it’s alert and watching me, so I won’t try to get closer. However, I have to maneuver for an angle to shoot from, so that I can have a clear shot through the tangle of branches—even a slender twig can deflect a .22 bullet enough to cause a miss. To get that clear shot I have to lie down in the snow in an odd position and use my knee as a rest for the rifle barrel. I line up the sights on the rabbit’s head, at a point just behind the eye…hold steady…ping! The rabbit is clipped through the head.

Such a shot ordinarily kills the rabbit instantly, but the animal’s hind legs usually kick violently for a few seconds so that it bounces around in the snow. When the rabbit stops kicking I walk up to it and see that it’s quite dead. I say aloud “Thank you, Grandfather Rabbit”– Grandfather Rabbit is a kind of demigod I’ve invented who is the tutelary spirit of all the snowshoe rabbits. I stand for a few minutes looking around at the pure-white snow and the sunlight filtering through the pine trees. I take in the silence and the solitude. It’s good to be here. Occasionally I’ve found snowmobile tracks along the crest of the main ridge, but in these woods where I am now, once the big-game hunting season is over, in all my years in this country I’ve never seen a human footprint other than my own. I take one of the noosed cords out of my pocket. For convenience in carrying I put the noose around the rabbit’s neck and wrap the other end of the cord around my mittened hand. Then I go looking for the trail of another rabbit.

When I have three rabbits I head home. On arriving there I’ve been out some six or seven hours. My first task is to peel off the skins of the rabbits and remove their guts. Their livers, hearts, kidneys, brains, and some assorted scraps I put in a tin can. I hang the carcasses up under the shelter, then run down to my root cellar to fetch some potatoes and a couple of parsnips. When these have been washed and other chores performed—splitting some wood maybe, or collecting snow to melt for drinking water—I put the pot on the boil, and at the appropriate time add some dried wild greens, the parsnips, the potatoes, and the livers and other internal organs of the rabbits. By the time it’s all cooked, the sky is getting dark. I eat my stew by the light of my kerosene lamp. Or, if I want to economize, maybe I open the door of the stove and eat by the light of the fire. I finish off with a half a handful of raisins. I’m tired but at peace. I sit for a while in front of the open door of the stove gazing at the fire. I may read a little. More likely I’ll just lie on my bed for a time watching the firelight flicker on the walls. When I get sleepy I take off my clothes, get under the blankets, and go to sleep.

BVD: I envy you, too … While work, that does sound wonderful.

Freedom and autonomy. No time clock to punch, whether literal or figurative. But let me shift topic. You just mentioned sleep. Was your bed, or bunk, comfortable?

TJK: Well, it was comfortable enough for me.

#unabomber #nature #diy #preparation #alternative #handcrafted #resources #forest #anarchism #night in the woods #woods

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thevelria · 1 year

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Story of my wife (Goku x Reader)

Author's note: It's a short story, but I have to admit it's a bit disturbing. The story was based on a dream, my husband had a few years ago. I usually use his dreams as a base to a story :D

Trigger warning: if you are sensitive to the topic about the seizure and mental health, please skip this story.

Goku tried his best to get out of the bed as quietly as possible, making sure not to wake me up. He sneaked out of the room, wondering how he could have surprised me on this boring, gray Saturday. A half smile cracking on his face, he slowly dressed up and left the nearby bakery in the town.

We moved there not too long ago, so Goku needed to focus on the streets pretty well, not missing the corner he had to turn left.

In the bakery there was already light, showing the customers they were open in this early hour of the morning. A kind looking old lady with a sleepy face greeted him warmly as soon as he stepped in the shop.

-Good morning, sweetheart -the old lady smiled at Goku- What can I give you?

-Morning, ma’am -he nodded, slightly smiling back at her- I would like to have a french croissant and a salted pretzel, please.

After he left the bakery, on his way home he was hoping that I was still asleep, so the surprise he planned could have gone perfectly well.

Slowly walking on the street, he felt an overwhelming calm spreading through his body. For a while there was nothing to worry about, no danger, no threat, nothing. Even the cold, sharp wind could not make him feel otherwise. The smell of the fresh baked pastries hit his nose, taking a huge deep breath he hurried his steps to finally get home.

Goku opened the door carefully, almost in silence, only our puppy cracked one of his eyes open, but after he realized it was only Goku entering the room, he fell back asleep instantly. As he was preparing breakfast, putting the pastry on a tray beside some decaf coffee and he started to smile widely. I’ve been pregnant so he was really paying attention to every little detail. He even put a flower in a vase just to make the look simply wonderful.

As he pushed the doorknob down the smile he was wearing disappeared immediately. The room was empty.

-Where is she? -he furrowed his eyebrows, heading back to the kitchen. Goku was calling my name, wandering around the house, but he couldn’t find me anywhere.

-C’mon, Y/N…where are you? -he took a deep breath- It’s not funny! Please! -he kept talking louder and louder.

Goku was looking for me for a long time, he checked the outside in the yard, in every single small building we had, even going down in the basement. After feeling defeated he walked back to the house, in the bedroom, throwing himself down the bed, which had only one side of it wrinkled.

-I just don’t understand where she could leave -he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disbelief, when he spotted the wardrobe’s door being open just a little bit. -There you are! -he jumped off the bed, rushing to the wardrobe, opening it wide eagerly.

But instead of me he found nothing, only emptiness.

-What the fuck? -his eyes widened- Where are her clothes? -he clenched his jaw- Did she…did she leave me? But why?

Running to the living room in full panic, Goku called his mother immediately.

-Good morning, honey -Gine answered the phone with a calming tone.

-Mom! -Goku screamed-Something bad happened! You need to come over. Please come over right now -he kept bubbling.

-What happened?

-Y/N is gone! I couldn't find her anywhere and even her clothes disappeared!

-Oh, sweety…-Gine sighed deeply- I’ll be there in a few minutes, just try to stay calm okay? Can you do this for me?

Goku hung up the phone, walking back and forth in the house, massaging his temple while starting to talk to the half asleeped dog.

-Did you see her leaving? Huh, buddy? Did you? Nah, I’m sure you didn’t, you were asleep… -rolling his eyes annoyed.

As the doorbell rang his body clenched, rushing to the door to open it.

-Mom! -he took a deep breath, about to start to spill his panic at his mother.

-Let’s go inside! -Gine held up his hand, hushing his son.

Gine’s hand was shaking from the nervousness, but he couldn’t have let his son notice it. The doctors warned her, everytime a seizure appeared she needed to act calm and smart, talking softly to be able to pull Goku back into reality.

-Sit down, son…here next to me -she petted the sofa- There’s something we need to talk about.

-Yes, mother! Y/N is gone, we need to call the police. What if something happened to her? What if she was kidnapped or -he froze from even the thought- what if something happened to the baby! -he was losing control.

-Enough! -Gine said with a strict tone.

-But don’t you understand she’s in danger? -he clenched his jaw- We need to help her! -he jumped off the sofa, walking back and forth in front of her mother. His eyes burning in fury and fear. Gine didn’t know what to do, never witnessed a seizure like this before, she finally stood up and slapped Goku on the face.

-I said sit down…now! -she commanded.

Caressing his sore face Goku took a deep breath, obeying his mother and sitting down on the sofa again. He was looking around, shaking his head in disbelief, feeling something was just not right.

-Mom -he sighed-What’s going on?

-You’re having a seizure, sweety -said Gine with a sad tone- You’ve been imagining Y/N to be real again. But you know it’s not true, right? -she faked a smile- She’s not your wife and not carrying your child…she just doesn't exist.

-But mom -Goku looked confident- She’s in the pictures…Look! -he grabbed a framed photo from the table, showing it to his mother.

-Honey…there are only you and the dog in that picture -Gine shook her head slightly.

Goku checked the picture one more time and he saw clearly that I wasn’t in the picture. Hurriedly he looked at all the pictures one by one, but he couldn’t find me anywhere in them.

-I just don’t understand it -he collapsed to his knees.

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Since the last seizure 6 months have passed and it seemed Goku was getting better day by day. He got some new medicines and treatments, which seemingly helped him to feel okay. Feeling happy and calm he tried to move on with his life. And even if not a single day passed without him thinking of me, he knew now that I wasn’t real. After his fight with Frieza his mind simply tricked him into a world, which seemed cruel enough to create a happy family for him.

He was handling the daily grocery, picking tomatoes from the box into a plastic bag, when he looked up and everything fell from his hand. I was standing at the pastries, picking some stuff to my basket. Goku couldn't control himself and rushed towards me immediately.

-There you are Y/N -he grabbed my arm- I knew you would have come back to me. No one believed me, but I knew it! Deep down I just knew it! -he smirked uncontrollably.

-What are you doing? -the woman pushed his hand off of her- I’m not Y/N, leave me alone! -she commanded.

-But…but you just look like my wife -Goku shook his head in disbelief- Even your hair -he fought the urge to touch it- Please don’t leave me again! -he begged.

The woman spun on her heels and walked away from him in a hurry.

-Mom! -Goku called Gine with a shaking voice- I saw her today in the grocery store. I swear to my life it was her, but she said she’s not Y/N and ran away -Goku was snobbing hard -Please mom, you need to help me!

-Son, you know there’s only one thing left to do. You have to get in the nursing home, they will be able to help you. They are the only ones who can help you!

-Yeah -he sighed deeply- you are probably right- he said, turning his face to the door, seeing me walking in with our new born son in my hands.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #goku x reader #goku x y/n #goku #songoku #gine #reader #y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #dbz #dbz goku #romance #marriage

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rebelwrites · 1 year

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Winner Takes It All || Going Through Hell With A Hangover

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina thought things were starting to look up but dealing with a mammoth hangover things start heating up in the paddock.

Warnings: Angry Valentina! That is all

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Before I even opened my eyes I knew I was in for the hangover from hell, the room felt like it was spinning, my stomach was churning and it felt like I had a baby elephant stomping on my head.

Pulling the pillow from the other side of the bed over my face, I slowly opened my eyes, at least the pillow would shield me from the brightness of Hudson’s beach facing property in Miami. It was like he didn’t know what blinds or black out curtains were.

“How’s the head?” Hudson’s gravely voice appeared, it was slightly muffled due to the pillow over my face but I could tell he hadn’t long woken up himself. “You gonna be able to get through the media day?”

Groaning into the pillow, I squeezed my eyes closed throwing it across the room. Right now I hated myself, as if media days weren’t bad enough, I now had to deal with it whilst nursing one of the worse hangovers I had ever had.

“I’m going to take that as a no then.” he chuckled.

The weight on the bed changed signally he had sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to go through hell with a hangover.” I mumbled, slowly opening my eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room, at least Hudson’s large frame was kind of blocking the rising sun. “I must have been a real bitch in a past life, I’ve had nothing but shit luck over the last four years.”

“I wouldn’t call getting into the most sought after sports unlucky, sweetheart.” he hummed, brushing some of my wild hair behind my ear. “And plus you have me now, so I think your luck is changing for the better.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at his statement, maybe he was right. This was my time to shine and I wasn’t going to let a hangover stop me from dominating the weekend.

“I also think it is time you get that ass outta this bed and get ready for your day of hell as you like to put it.” he winked before pressing a kiss to the centre of my forehead. Without saying another word, he pushed himself off the bed.

I couldn’t help letting my eyes drop to his ass as he waltzed out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a tight black pair of Armani boxer shorts. Maybe he was right, maybe my luck was starting to turn, I mean I had managed to end up with a relationship with one of the hottest models in America. Running my hands over my face I finally mustered up the energy to clamber out of bed, grabbing the first item of clothing I could find, which just so happened to be one of Hudson’s t-shirts. One glance in the mirror and I was laughing at my reflection, the shirt was at least double maybe even triple my normal size and I could have gotten away with wearing this out as a dress.

Tangling my fingers in my messy hair I slowly made my way into the main part of the apartment finding Hudson leaning against the counter, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. The smirk on his face was wide and his eyes were sparkling from the sunlight bouncing around the kitchen.

“Seen something you like?” I hummed, in amusement as I made a b line straight for the coffee machine.

“Harley Davidson just dropped the pic of our shoot,” he grinned, looking up from his phone. “I think the picture they chose has to be my favourite of the whole shoot.” He paused for a moment, as a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Well, that's a lie, they actually sent us the ones that didn’t make it onto instagram.”

Instantly I knew which photo he was on about, it was the final one of the day where I was in nothing but a red bikini and he decided it would be the perfect time to shake multiple bottles of beer opening them all over me and the photographer managed to capture the moment I was covered in beer flipping off Hudson.

“Let me guess, the one where I’m flipping you off.” I giggled, glancing over my shoulder.

“You got it.” he winked, dropping his gaze back to his phone. “You fans are going crazy in the comments, look.” he smiled, passing me his phone.

I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the comments I was reading, he was right they were going crazy and it was safe to say with the photo I posted last night, no doubt the press images of us at the gala and now this the whole world would know that me and Hudson had something going on.

“Alors, à quel point as-tu la gueule de bois ce matin ? So, how hungover are you this morning?.” Pierre smirked, pulling his sunglasses down his nose to take in my appearance before passing me a much needed iced coffee.

“I swear I am hanging out my arse.” I moaned, taking a much needed sip of the caffeinated goodness. “But at least everything has just about stopped spinning. I just need today to go perfectly, do the press conferences and interviews, then I am heading back to Hudson’s and sleeping for the rest of the day.”

It was like the universe had something against me today, from across the paddock I could see Becky storming towards me. “Seigneur, donne-moi la force. Lord, give me strength.” I snapped, feeling my fingers ball into a fist.

“Just ignore her.” Hudson hummed, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.

“Easier said than done.” I scoffed, chewing on the straw in my coffee.

The thing that annoyed me the most was the amused look on her face as she looked me and Hudson up and down. Her expression changed to a look of disgust quickly before she spat on the floor.

“Well, well what do we have here?” she said, rolling her eyes before checking on her false nails. “It looks like you like sloppy seconds just like the skank I knew you were.”

Shaking Hudson’s arm off my shoulder, I took a step closer to the bitch standing in front of me, not caring who was watching as I squared up to her.

“The only skank standing here is you, bitch.” I growled, feeling my nails digging into the palm of my hands. This was the last thing I needed, especially today. “You think you are so big and tough but you only ever seem to make a scene when the camera’s are around. What are you hoping for? Your five minutes of fucking fame on DTS?”

“You think you fucking have the world at your feet don’t you?” she snarled, flicking her gaze between me and Hudson. “You think you are fucking untouchable don’t you?”

“Because I am fucking untouchable, you seem to forget you tried to get my arrest record used against me but that one back fired on you didn’t it?” I hummed, keeping my tone venomous. All I wanted to do was wipe that stupid little smirk off her face but this wasn’t the time or place to do so.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charles rushing over, the sight of it made me roll my eyes. Of course he would come and try and save the fucking day.

“So I suggest you and your fake ass tits turn around and fucking walk away before you see a side of me you really don’t want to see.”

The moment Charles appeared next to us, Becky screamed with a frustrated look on her face before storming off into the crowd that had formed around us.

“Nothing to see here, people.” I shouted, holding my hand up in the air before turning back to Pierre and Hudson. “I fucking swear some people need to take a long walk off a short pier.”

Before anyone could say anything, I spun around making my way to the Alpha Tauri motorhome, knowing it would be the only place I could get some peace and quiet.

Today was going to be hell on earth.

Not even five minutes later the sound of the motorhome door closing echoed through the silence, I couldn’t help but scoff the moment that familiar scent invaded my senses. Of course he would come here, he couldn’t leave things alone.

“Vaffanculo, Char. Fuck off Char.” I growled, lifting my arm over the top of the sofa, flipping him off. “I want to be alone before the press conference.”

I was met with silence before the sound of his heavy silence filled the sound of the room before I felt his fingers brush against my legs.

I hated the fact that his touch still set my skin on fire, sending sparks throughout my body. The feeling of my legs being lifted up was followed by the weight of Charles sitting next to me on the sofa, placing my legs over his.

“The fuck you doing?” I snarled, refusing to acknowledge that I missed this contact, this closeness.

“I want to ask you something,” he said, aimlessly running his fingers over my skin. I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling, to block everything out but his touch still increased my heart rate, my body was betraying me right now. “I just want to know if you are happy, if he makes you happy?”

It was like someone had just dunked me into an ice bath the moment the words left his lips. Instantly I jolted away from him, throwing myself off the sofa, the feeling of being hungover long forgotten with the anger that was radiating through every bone of my body.

“What fucking right do you have coming in here sitting on the sofa, pulling my legs onto your and asking questions like that.” I growled, tangling my fingers into the roots of my hair. “Oh that’s right Charles, you have no fucking right. You lose those privileges the moment you picked her over me.”

He didn’t say a word as I paced around the motorhome, trying to process everything that had happened today. The fact he sat there in silence angered me even more.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I snarled, kicking the chair across the room, this finally got his attention.

“Je tiens toujours à toi. I still care about you.” he said, making eye contact with me. “I will always fucking care about you, so sorry for checking in with you, sorry for trying to show you that I still care about you and wanting to know if you are happy.”

Tears burned my eyes, my vision was starting to get cloudy. I had no idea why I was at the point of breaking down, whether it was anger or the fact that Charles still cared about me. All I knew was I needed him out of my sanctuary, I couldn’t think straight with him around and after the morning I had I really needed some time alone.

“If answering your question will cause you to leave, then yes.” I growled, trying to blink the tears away, I refused to cry in front of him. “Yes, Hudson does make me fucking happy.” I shouted, slamming my palms against the kitchen counter. “I haven’t been this happy in fucking years, now leave I need to get ready for the press conference.”

I didn’t stick around to see what he said next or to even watch him leave, instead I tried to put enough distance between us as possible.

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Hi darling,

Could it be (whenever you have availability and/or ideas come to you) do one where old acquaintances of Kate find her somewhere and insult and belittle her for how her family ended?

Situation of her that leads her to withdraw until the team finds her and helps her recover... High society can be ruthless and despicable when you no longer frequent those circles.

I just think, you decide (or maybe it already exists and I missed it)...

A/N: Thank you so, so much for the request! 💖 I changed this one up just a little for the crazy idea I had for it, so hopefully that’s okay! 💗

Also, hopefully this one isn’t as big of a mess as I kind of feel like it is 😅😬 I’ve had the flu the past few days and I’m kind of still suffering with it. However, I wanted to get this one done for y’all 💖

I hope you enjoy! 😊

Word Count: 2258

“It’s been so great to catch up with you guys,” Kate’s voice sounded off not too far away from where Natasha was walking by, and Natasha furrowed her brow a little in confusion as she paused near the doorway to the common room. She was not sure who Kate was talking to, but she thought that she would stop for just a moment to try to overhear what was going on.

“Yeah, sure,” someone replied to her, a surprising indifference in their voice.

“It’s been cool,” another unfamiliar voice piped up casually, and Natasha peered in just barely, trying to figure out what was going on and who was talking to Kate.

To her surprise, there were three fancily dressed girls that looked to be about Kate’s age, and Natasha could not help but remain still, trying to assess the situation as she attempted to understand what was going on. They seemed to be people that Kate knew, and based on their mode of dress, it must have been people that Kate knew from her past and during her time among the richer side of society.

Kate looked slightly strained as she remained standing there and speaking to them, and Natasha decided that she would stick around and keep an eye on things for a little longer.

Natasha had been heading off to go help Steve get some sort of gift together for Carol. However, at the realization that Kate was thrown in amongst what appeared to be wolves in sheep’s clothing, she figured that he could likely wait.

“Too bad it’ll be a while before we see you again,” one of the girls told Kate, and Natasha could immediately read the falseness in her tone despite how she reached out and touched Kate’s arm kindly. She wondered if Kate could see it, too.

“Oh, wait, but won’t you be going to the Annual Fall Charity Ball this year? Your mother did used to be the host,” the other girl pointed out, and Natasha instantly felt herself bristle as she kept an eye on the situation. These girls were definitely not here to see an old friend again. These girls were out for blood, and Natasha could just feel the aura coming off of them.

“No, probably not. I’ve got a lot of stuff to do here. Being an official Avenger-in-training has been a lot of work,” Kate admitted, chuckling as she overall looked somewhat nervous.

“Ah… Avenger-in-training…”

There was a moment of silence before one of the girls spoke up once again.

“I guess you probably weren’t even invited to the ball, though, were you?” she questioned in a manner that was more of an expectant statement. Kate did not have an overly physical reaction to the statement, but Natasha could see her slight change in body language that gave away the feelings beneath the surface.

“Well, not really. I don’t have time for it anyway, Jessica,” Kate expressed, and Jessica made a sad face, poking her lip out a little as she reached out and patted Kate’s arm.

“Oh, poor you… I’d tell myself that, too, if I wasn’t invited,” Jessica nodded, her lips drawn in a thin line as she looked at Kate. Kate furrowed her brow, stepping back a little as she drew in on herself somewhat.

It was at that moment that Natasha decided she was done hearing these girls push Kate around like this.

And as much as she herself wanted to charge in and take care of the problem, she knew that she was not going to be able to get through to these girls. Not in the manner that they needed to be communicated with.

So she withdrew her phone and started to text Tony.

“Stark, get to the common room right now, and I’ll tell everyone I see for a solid day that you are the smartest man I know,” Natasha texted quickly, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed to the one and only person that could successfully get Kate out of this situation right now.

After all, if the only language they spoke was rich snob, it was time to speak it right back to them. And if Tony played it the way that Natasha was explaining to him via text at the moment, then he should likely be able to send the message loud and clear…

Once she finally finished writing out the instructions, a text came back to her.

“Be right there. And you better be serious about that smartest man you know thing,” he replied almost as soon as she had finished typing, and Natasha huffed, figuring that she would respond to him once he had done the job as she tucked her phone away in her pocket.

To her great satisfaction, Tony suddenly came flying through one of the doorways, true to his word and dressed in his most advanced Iron Man suit. The rich kids immediately froze, gaping as they stared at someone who was easily one of the richest men in the world.

Tony made an elaborate show of it as his nanotech faded away, disappearing into the chest piece that was made into his button-down, and all that was left was him in a very fancy suit, wearing his FRIDAY-enhanced glasses.

“FRIDAY, identify our guests,” Tony spoke up as he approached, and Kate was somewhat staring at him as well as he walked toward her in particular.

“Cheryl Carrington, Elizabeth Meyers, and Jessica Buchanan, sir,” FRIDAY pointed out, and he nodded as he stopped next to Kate as he looked at the three of them. They were all standing with their mouths hanging open, and Kate was honestly somewhere close to their same level of utter shock.

“Tony… Tony Stark!” Elizabeth cried, and Tony just narrowed his eyes, looking at her as he remained completely unbothered.

“Yes. And who are you again?” Tony questioned, squinting a little as he looked at her.

“My dad’s Harry Meyers? The owner of the largest ice cream fast food chain in upstate?” she questioned, her demeanor only able to be described as utterly and painfully prissy as she stated her identity as if being the daughter of that person were actually special compared to the people that Tony dealt with on a daily basis.

“Never heard of him,” Tony indifferently replied, shrugging as he took off his glasses and looked down at them. He rubbed them on his shirt the best that he could as he cleaned them, and the one that Natasha remembered as Cheryl spoke up, her hand on her hips.

“Well, surely you’ve heard of my mom. You know… The creator of the sparkling water brand Pétillante?” she put special emphasis on the end of the word, beyond proud of herself for her mother’s identity.

“I don’t know her, but I know her water,” he declared, and she puffed up with utter and complete pride as she looked at the others with far too much happiness for her own good.

“It tastes like a dog peed in a bottle of ginger ale,” he continued, and she instantly deflated. Natasha chuckled from where she was standing in the doorway, and Kate seemed as if she were valiantly trying to hold back laughter at their expense as she gazed at Tony in awe.

Jessica finally stepped up, her voice full of fake positivity as she looked at him.

“Of course you wouldn’t know their parents, Mr. Stark,” Jessica informed him, trying to sound better than the other two as she stood before him. They shot her a resentful look, and she just grinned widely, showing off her far too white teeth that looked almost unnatural in her mouth.

“And who’re yours?” he questioned.

“Mine is Chandler Buchanan, owner of the company that’s the largest producer of steel in the entire state of New York,” she very proudly answered him, and he just eyed her tiredly.

“I am personal friends with the king of the country that is the largest and sole producer of vibranium in the world,” Tony informed her, and her smile quickly started to fade as she gaped at him.

“I honestly could not care less about steel. Much less the largest New-York-specific producer,” he bluntly finished her, and she clammed up quickly, moving back to stand with her other two friends.

Tony looked at Kate, smiling kindly as he placed his hand on her shoulder.

“And as nice as talking business is, my job as Iron Man and an Avenger comes first. That’s how we bring in new recruits like your very talented friend here who is nearly tied in record with the best archer in the world,” he explained, and Kate’s eyes were wide, but she quickly tried to control her shock despite the fact that the surprise was oozing off of her in waves.

Natasha knew that Tony had not been someone that Kate had ever really gotten to know too overly well, but it made her very happy to see that he was so willing to help her. It made her happy also to see those kids getting what they deserved for messing with her other little sister.

“But what would you three know about that? I guess outside of flouncing around at charity balls just to have the chance to show off new dresses and flirt with the sons of men richer than your parents, you three probably don’t have much to do with the do-gooder side of things, huh?” Tony questioned, and Natasha almost snorted as she leaned against the doorframe a little more heavily, crossing her arms as she listened.

They all three looked exceedingly and strongly offended at this point, and Kate almost looked like she was going to burst into laughter at any moment. Tony, to his credit, never changed his expression, remaining just as serious as he had been before.

“Well… You know,” Jessica picked up her phone, looking at it before quickly putting it away.

“We’ve got to go. We have a lot of important things on our schedule,” Jessica declared, and Elizabeth and Cheryl nodded along with her, agreeing as they got their stuff together. Kate furrowed her brow, innocence in her face but a gleam of something a little less than perfectly innocent in her eyes.

“I thought you guys came today because you didn’t have anything to do?” Kate spoke up, and they all immediately started stumbling over their words as they started toward the door.

“Well… Something came up. So we’ve got to go,” Jessica assured her, and they all scurried out. They watched them go, and as soon as they had gotten out the door, Kate laughed. Tony smirked coolly, pleased with himself as he straightened.

“Oh, my gosh… They were so embarrassed,” Kate laughed, and Tony shrugged, chuckling.

“They had it coming, honestly,” he replied easily, and Kate turned toward him a little more fully as she eyed him gratefully.

“Thank you so much for the save. How did you even know they were here?” she asked curiously, and Tony moved his head in a noncommittal gesture.

“As much as I totally did most of the heavy lifting, you can thank Romanoff over there for letting me know in the first place,” Tony gestured to Natasha, and Kate turned her head quickly, looking at her in surprise.

Natasha smiled warmly as she looked at the younger girl. Kate’s eyes softened, and a giant, loving grin came onto her face. Tony headed over to Natasha, aiming to pass by her and head back to his lab. However, just as he was even with her, he paused briefly.

“I expect you to pay up on your end of the deal,” he said to her, and Natasha just huffed, raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll see, Stark. I might just lock myself in my room with Yelena all day,” she informed him, and Tony clicked his tongue.

“I don’t think so. I’ll get you out one way or another,” he warned as he walked away, and Natasha shook her head, rolling her eyes fondly before turning her attentions to Kate and walking toward her.

“Thank you, Tasha,” Kate expressed, and Natasha shook her head.

“You don’t have to thank me,” Natasha expressed as she moved nearer, softly brushing Kate’s hair out of her face. Despite the adoration in Kate’s eyes, Natasha noticed quickly that Kate seemed to have just a little insecurity and hurt hiding within her gaze.

Natasha then raised both of her hands to cradle Kate’s face in her grasp. Kate slouched just a little to allow Natasha better access.

“Kate, you’re one of the best people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. And you’re definitely among the most pure and good-hearted. Don’t let those girls make you feel any less than just because you’re not going to those charity balls or other high society things,” Natasha explained to her as she held her face softly in her hands, her thumbs softly rubbing Kate’s cheeks below her eyes. Kate nodded gently, smiling as she gazed at her with nothing but the most love and the deepest admiration.

“I won’t,” Kate promised, and Natasha smiled gently as she pulled the girl into a tight hug. Kate wasted no time in returning it, leaning against Natasha heavily as she buried her face in Natasha’s shoulder with a gentle smile.

Natasha was telling the truth. Kate was truly one of the most special people in the world.

Natasha just hoped that Kate never lost sight of that.

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I Know No Other Way Than This | Ch 4

(Bruce Banner/OFC, Tony Stark & Bruce Banner Friendship, post-Avengers 1 Soulmate AU multichapter)

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Summary: Bruce tried to forget he had soulmate words entirely, but on the day of the Chitauri attack, he returned from his stint as the Hulk to find that his black words had turned silver. His soulmate must have watched him shift from the Other Guy into himself and said them while he was unconscious…

Length: 1,953

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Excerpt:

“It would be better if I had never met her at all.” Saying that didn’t have the ring of truth it had days ago.

“You’re going to run out of those by-rote responses and have to think up something original eventually, you know.”

“That will take a while. I’ve been writing them for years, Tony.”

Tony stood up and made a face. “I was trying to work the name ‘Bruce’ into ‘Benedictine Monk’ somewhere but it is just not working.”

Bruce smiled. “You went with the wrong name. ‘Bannerdictine Monk’ would have worked just fine.”

“Listen to you! I’ll have to relinquish my crown.”

Chapter Four: Breaking the Fourth Wall

Bruce didn’t wait until twenty-four hours had passed to tell Tony that he’d broken down and looked at the folder of videos of Cicely.

“Okay, you’re right. Someone’s following her. What do we do about it?” he asked the second he walked into the lab (late, with coffee for once instead of tea, and one for Tony, too, in case Stark decided to crow about that instead of the fact that his stupid plan might be working).

“So, interesting thing to note before you go all Blitz Hansen, To Catch a Predator on this guy, she seems to have caught on,” Tony said, snagging a rolling chair with his foot and collapsing onto it in a move that was equal parts smooth and frightening. “This was from yesterday morning.”

Bruce didn’t really like that the folder Tony opened was on his desktop, but then he looked more closely at Tony’s desktop. The cluster of folders kept rearranging themselves about every ten seconds or so. Tony looked over his shoulder at Bruce and then maximized the folder as if self-conscious.

“Yes, okay, I’m trying a new thing where JARVIS moves the files I’m most likely to mess with at any given point into a more prominent view. Honestly, it’s a compromise, because I used to just tell him what to open but Pepper thinks I’m relying a little too much on the automation.”

“That’s… more automation, though?”

“Cool the Butlerian Jihad.” Tony double clicked on the video he was looking for, and Bruce felt instantly guilty for recognizing Cicely’s apartment complex. “Here,” Tony said, pointing. Bruce watched as a few people left the building, but he didn’t see Cicely’s recognizable scrubs or black hair. “Missed her,” Tony said. “So did I, the first time.” He rewound the footage a bit and hit play again. “Right there.”

The woman Tony was pointing at had blonde hair, not black. She was also wearing jogging clothes, and had earbuds in, with a backpack. However, it was definitely Cicely, Bruce realized, when Tony rewound it a third time and hit pause.

“She dyed her hair and changed her typical outfit.” He was stating the obvious, but it was important.

“Your girl is smart,” Tony said, spinning his chair around to face him.

Bruce didn’t object verbally, but he frowned. She wasn’t his, that was the whole point! As he thought the words, some part of him wanted to change the word ‘point’ to ‘problem,’ which was new and concerning. He shoved the thought away, because Tony was still speaking.

“--to find out whether the guy has a secondary spy/accomplice at the hospital. Presumably when he doesn’t see her, Celery-boy here will have to assume she missed work. If he calls to find out she’s at work, she might hear about it and that’s confirmation right there. If he spots her right away tomorrow, that’s another kind of confirmation.” His grin at Bruce was more than a little teasing. “She’s your soulmate and even you had trouble recognizing her.”

“It would be better if I had never met her at all.” Saying that didn’t have the ring of truth it had days ago.

“You’re going to run out of those by-rote responses and have to think up something original eventually, you know.”

“That will take a while. I’ve been writing them for years, Tony.”

Tony stood up and made a face. “I was trying to work the name ‘Bruce’ into ‘Benedictine Monk’ somewhere but it is just not working.”

Bruce smiled. “You went with the wrong name. ‘Bannerdictine Monk’ would have worked just fine.”

“Listen to you! I’ll have to relinquish my crown.”

As with everything, Tony put all of himself into his look of admiration, and Bruce couldn’t help but feel proud, even if it was a bit of wordplay. He liked that about this man. Sure, he was narcissistic and selfish, but he was thorough, and when he liked you, he was thorough in his friendship, at least he had been so far. Even if so far, 40% of it was trying to get Bruce to accept a concept he’d painfully turned his back on after the accident. Today, that kind of thoroughness might be helpful to keep Cicely safe.

“So that video was yesterday, you said? What about today?” he reminded Tony.

“I don’t typically get them in until the evening. JARVIS, do you have the Hathaway building’s surveillance footage gathered yet?”

“Creating a new file in the Soulvengers folder for you, Sir.”

Tony cleared his throat and sat back down at the desk, as if he were avoiding Bruce’s gaze.

“Soulvengers?” Bruce asked.

“You aren’t the only lost soul in need of reconciliation,” Tony said loftily.

Just as Tony had predicted, the tall, skinny man with the thin mustache spotted Cicely right away. In the video, Bruce could see her noticing the man by holding her phone up as she approached the cross street. He could tell that she recognized the stalker, because instead of crossing the street, Cicely turned on her heel, pushed brusquely past him, and called for a taxi.

The stalker lurked against the facade of the building and watched until it drove away.

Bruce felt the Other Guy lift his head and take notice. “What time does she get off of work?”

“Woah, toss some sand on those coals, doc. Flattening the guy isn’t going to help things.”

“JARVIS?” Bruce tried instead.

“Cicely Besnard’s shift at Children’s ends this evening at 8 PM. She’s usually seen leaving the building between twenty-five and forty minutes later.”

“What are you going to do, tell the guy you were stalking her first?” Tony asked. It was a reasonable question, but Bruce’s blood ran hot in his veins.

“Not at all,” Bruce said, loosening the button at his throat. “I doubt I’ll have to do much more than encourage him to find a new target, one with fewer friends in high places.” He rolled his shoulders, loosening his body. If things went the way he planned them to, he’d be more calm, more persuasive, by that evening. “JARVIS, if you’ve got some sort of process set up to track her, can you track him? Can we find out if he does find a new target, and gather evidence to present to that new target in as minimal and helpful way as possible?”

“Yes, Dr. Banner. Might I suggest a more professional-sounding name for that folder? Though, dare I say it, ‘soulvenger’ would likely be more applicable to that venture, in the end.”

“And here I thought you’d chucked your morals,” Tony laughed, a bit nervously.

“Hmm? Oh, the comment about finding a new target. No, I just don’t want Cicely to have to deal with the court nonsense. If this guy makes a habit of stalking, he’ll dig himself into a new case soon enough,” Bruce said.

Bruce wore jeans, a baseball cap, and a nondescript jacket to stand outside the hospital waiting for Cicely to emerge. Of course, he wasn’t really waiting for her, he was waiting for the stalker, if he was around. He’d indeed calmed a little, but not much. There was a non-zero chance that he might lose control tonight. A part of him was screaming that he had no right to reject this woman but also act like a bulldog snapping at anyone else who showed interest, but Bruce felt pretty confident that the other man was not a potential love interest. The barge pole of a man had bad intentions, and Bruce would set him straight.

Hopefully without her noticing that it was happening at all.

That was why he’d come to her workplace, strangely enough. Cicely Besnard knew that someone was following her in the mornings. She’d changed her appearance to throw the guy, and had reacted in an appropriately freaked-out manner when she’d seen it hadn’t worked for very long. She’d be ready to see the guy tomorrow, or whenever her next work day was. Would she be as on edge leaving work? Bruce’s gut instinct said no. That made it the best place for him to confront the guy.

He used his years of experience having seen people standing outside hospitals to blend in. There was always one guy who looked deeply concerned, checked his phone all the time, and sometimes stood and just watched the entrance, as if hoping like hell his ex would come walking out and he could tell her he was sorry. With his attire so different from his normal clothing, Bruce didn’t think he was recognizable as Bruce Banner at all, particularly not to Cicely, if she saw him.

Then, he caught sight of the stalker guy. He was in a suit, one that had clearly been bought off-rack at a resale store by the fit. Bruce made his way over to him over the course of five minutes, focused on anything but the man himself. Cicely herself would probably not appear for another ten minutes.

“You here waiting for your girl too?” Bruce asked sheepishly, not looking at the guy.

“Fuck off.”

“What a coincidence, because that’s my message for you. From myself and a few friends.”

The Other Guy was lurking, waiting, watching. Bruce could feel his presence in the tightness of his skin, the heaviness in his chest, the heat in his veins. He was holding steady without concern of transforming, at least for now, but the odd thing about it was that Bruce could feel the interest, the investment that the Hulk had in what he was doing. It mirrored his own vested interest, which he hadn’t clearly understood was so deep until that very moment.

“Friends, sure. Thanks for your time, weirdo.”

Bruce shot a glance over to see the guy tapping out a cigarette into his hand, unconcerned and unmoving. “Find a new obsession. This young lady has friends in high places.”

“I can’t believe you assholes are checking up on me after not paying me for yesterday,” the guy said in a hoarse, furious whisper. “If you want multiple eyes on this bitch you’re going to have to pay for the ones you have, or I’m going to bounce.”

Bruce sucked in a deep, desperate breath and gritted out, “I’ll pass it along,” before turning and running in the direction of Central Park. His only thought was to get as far away from his soulmate before leaning into his absolute rage.

This went beyond stalking. This went beyond a single man’s obsession-- whether that man was himself, or the thin criminal haunting Cicely Besnard on behalf of some other, more powerful figures.

Bruce hoped to hell it wasn’t about him. He’d never forgive himself.

At the last minute, when he was leaning with both hands on a mailbox and watching them turn green, knowing that his neck has already done so despite desperately fighting against it, Bruce saw a blur of red and gold land beside him.

“Hold on for three more minutes and I’ll get you to the room,” Tony said, grabbing him with arms strong enough to lift twice his weight, thanks to his Iron Man suit. “If you Hulk out in midair, though, we’re going to have to try it the fun way.”

“Get going,” Bruce growled at him.

Tony took off, streaking toward the tower. “You might not be the only one with a vitamin deficiency. I should never have let you do this.”

Bruce couldn’t tell him it was worth it thanks to what he’d learned, but Tony would find out soon enough. Just that thought was enough to break his fragile grasp on sanity. After that, all he saw was green.

Next chapter, Bruce wakes up in containment, and has to figure out whether he is the most dangerous person in Cicely's life at the moment.

#bruce banner x oc #tony stark & bruce banner #soulmate au #bruce banner fanfiction #tony and bruce friendship #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bruce banner thinks he doesn't deserve to be happy #bruce banner is wrong #tony stark meddles in his friends' lives #ocappreciation

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perfectlullabies · 1 year

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since this dreadful year is finally coming to an end, here’s my DIARY ENTRY because i feel like writing it all down (well, just a short summary of some of the things that have happened)

let’s start with the way i finished 2021. i had a severe panic attack in a supermarket when i was on my way to weronika’s to spend new year’s eve together and had trouble calming down for over two hours. thankfully i took some meds, changed my clothes, called my mom and cooled off. not exactly a great sign for the upcoming year, was it?

first four months were pretty much uneventful, i was doing fairly well at uni even though i still had online classes. i was hoping to get a job (did not get it eventually). at the end of january i started taking meds which definitely helped a lot with my ocd i’d had since childhood and i also applied for therapy

then may 16th happened - your usual monday. the day before i was watching eurovision with weronika, having a great time drinking beer etc. morning after when i was drinking my coffee i got a phone call from my distressed mom. i immediately knew something terrible must have happened, i could hear it in her voice and the way i heard my aunt in the car with her. they never got together unless something was Happening. my mom called me straight from the place the accident took place. she was talking to me as she looked at the car wreck and her deceased mother on the ground, with the police still guarding the place. my 73 year old grandmother, who had just started her retirement after 50 years of working as a pediatrician, had been killed instantly in a violent car crash - a truck had driven right into her side of the car because the man had lost consciousness while driving due to brain tumor. my grandparents were on the way to the oncology centre bc my grandfather had been terminally ill. so that day my grandma decided to drive him to the centre, usually she wouldn’t do that

my grandfather survived the accident itself but passed away two weeks later on may 29th due to severe injuries and ongoing illness. the accident sped up the process. i said goodbye to him and promised him to visit him again - i didn’t have that opportunity

i hadn’t talked to my grandmother since 2017. we had a very complicated relationship, you could say we were estranged. we used to be very close prior to that. not gonna get into details because i find it irrelevant right now. however i wish i had a chance to apolgize to her and for her to have the chance to apologize to me and my parents. we never got the opportunity to reconcile. i hate to think about it

after the accident came funerals, just two weeks apart

my whole family’s crumbled, there’s an ongoing WAR that my abusive uncle and godmother initiated. no details here either, just know that when i use the word abuse i really mean it all - physical, psychological, financial. all kinds

from the very start it was me and my mom who took care of most things. we cleaned the flat back in june, we then cleaned the flat again back in august and today we emptied the basement and the rest of the furniture and stuff from the flat that has been sold. none of my cousins helped - instead they sent me disgraceful messages on facebook

i’ve just come back from their flat, having thrown out most of their stuff that was left there. i’m tired, pissed off and so melancholic

this year has shown me that people don’t have much empathy, pity and kindness in them. nobody helped us, nobody cared. none of my so called friends or relatives cared - they still don’t. people think that when such a tragedy happens, it’s over within a month or so. it’s been 7 months now and the things we’re dealing with have NOT been as intense ever before. everything takes months or even years here. it’s not easy. no understanding for it either

we had some terribly macabre and grotesque ‘’adventures’’ in the meantime such as having to deal with the funeral home who accidentally sold our 2nd burial place to some other family (they ended up digging up some deceased man. unimaginable)

around september i had to resign from therapy i had been attending from late april to late september because my therapist had been the most unhelpful, ABUSIVE so called mental health professional i’ve ever encountered. she further made me believe i am somehow responsible for the things that happened, also relating to my family past as some kind of ‘’curse’’ - as you know, my grandmother’s brother and his wife were killed in a similar car crash back in 1978. so she told me we were cursed. anyway it’s over and done with, i’m no longer seeing her and i won’t ever attend therapy again. gross

in 2022 i had been ill at least 5 or 6 times, each time ending up on heavy medication. so did my parents. my dad had to resign from his job because of health issues and other things. i am very worried abt my parents on daily basis

i haven’t slept well since may. i have nightmares, truly awful ones. almost always involving our trauma. i had shown many ptsd symptoms and i dearly hope it won’t develop further. but who knows at this point

when it comes to uni and everyday problems - my thesis supervisor proved to be especially unhelpful. i haven’t touched my thesis since may and i don’t know when i’m gonna continue. uni doesn’t help with anything, i’m all alone with everything there, more so than ever before

i have no support from anyone - it’s just me and my parents out there. doing everything, dealing with everything. on top of it all we received no money from the insurance companies - NONE AT ALL. two people have been killed. we get nothing from it

the man who killed them hasn’t contacted us, not even a message with an apology. nothing

and now the global things - ongoing pandemic and the terrifying war in ukraine which is so close to us. my heart goes out to all ukrainians, i love them all dearly, they’re like beloved family to polish people ALWAYS. i’ve got nothing but unconditional love and support for them

2022 made me believe that there is not much kindness in this world. not much pity and understanding. no empathy. no one cares and life goes on and this is the lesson i’ve learnt this year. you die and nothing happens - that’s what the terrifying truth looks like

#thank u for reading. i could write more but i started crying and also i'm so angry and idk if there's much point...i already said too much

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jelly1799 · 2 years

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Love You Anyway

I’ve had the same two best friends since I can remember.

My dad split when I was two and my mom was a drunk who was never present, but those two, they had come into my life when I needed them most and never left me.

Tae was ten and Kook was eight when they stumbled upon me in the park late one night. My mom had a visitor that evening and made sure I knew not to come home.

I was huddled in the middle of the tube slide trying to hide and stay warm when I heard the two rambunctious boys show up at the park. I knew them both from school but had never spoken to either. I tended to stay alone so no one would find out what was really going on with me.

Everything was going smoothly while they laughed and swung on the swings, but suddenly Kook had come rushing onto the jungle gym and gone down the slide I was hiding in, bulldozing me out of it. I had gone flying out of it, landing harshly on the Astroturf and scrapping my arms.

He was very apologetic as he rushed over to me to help me up, not even once questioning why I was there, but Tae, he had walked over quietly not saying a word. He watched me with a stoic expression on his face, his eyes took in my small form and I knew he could tell something was up.

“What are you doing at the park alone? What are you, like four?” he asked with a small smirk on his lips.

“Tae,” Kook hisses at him and I crossed my arms over my chest annoyed that he wanted to act like I was a baby.

“I’m six just so you know,” I say matter of factly.

“Whatever, why are you here so late?”

“Well, 'cause I can't go home yet,” I say with a shrug and plop myself down on the small rock wall that surrounds the jungle gym.

“Why not?” Kook asks as he sits next to me very closely.

I look down at my lap not willing to answer the question. I knew the rules, stay invisible, don’t draw attention, and don’t open my mouth. Kook nudges my arm and I look up at his kind eyes. They are kids too, what could the problem be? So I tell them…everything.

A six-year-old not being able to go home because her mom was with a visitor did not go over well with them, so the boys snuck me into their house. Tae dug through his drawers until he found some clothes he thought would fit me, while Kook cleared off his bed apologizing profusely for the mess he had.

It was nice, they were nice. They brought me some dinner and then a package of chocolate donuts that I instantly devoured. Kook talked my ear off that night trying to make me feel as comfortable as I could before he crawled into Tae’s bed while I crawled into his. The bed was soft and warm, it smelled like the sheets had just been washed. It was everything I wished I could have but knew I shouldn’t get used to.

So in the early morning sunlight, I crept out of their house and made my way back to my own home. Mom was passed out topless on the couch, hand hanging off the side with a half-full bottle of one of the only men she claimed really loved her. Jose, Jack, and Johnnie the three J’s were a staple in our house.

I gingerly took the bottle out of her hand and put it on the table knowing she’d be angry if it spilled. The man who visited last night was long gone, so I covered her with a blanket and made my way to shower before school.

I walked to school in a daze, knowing it would be the same as every other day, but the teachers didn’t pay me any mind. Mom had instilled in me that I have to look presentable to the outside world.

My clothes were always clean and I always had a shower, so there was no need for them to worry about me. I did often dream though that it would be like the Matilda movie I had seen on TV, a kind teacher would notice me and take me away, but that was wishful thinking.

“Why did you leave, Abigail?” Tae’s mellow voice sounded from behind me and I froze.

“I had to get ready for school,” I answered nonchalantly and his eyes bore into me.

Kook butted in feeling the tension and walked up to me holding out a package of chocolate donuts.

“I brought these for you since you liked them so much,” he said with a toothy grin I found myself returning.

“Thanks, Kook,” I said softly taking the donuts from him happily. He loops his arm around my shoulder and pulled me along to walk to school.

“I’ll bring you some every day, Abby.”

From that day on, we were inseparable. They looked out for me, offering me a safe haven when I couldn’t go home. Tae seemed to be a little harder on me as we grew up, always calling me out on things, but me and Kook were two peas in a pod. He was my partner in crime and I loved them with everything I had. They were my everything…

But you know, when you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives.

As we grew up, I looked for love anywhere I could find it. Despite the guys always being there and looking out for me, I kept trying to fill the void inside of me with something or someone else.

First I thought it would be with my middle school science teacher who had taken me under his wing and spent late nights tutoring me so I wouldn’t fail. The late nights turned into small touches and first kisses. Soon followed the promises of love and I found myself falling into delusions. However, in the end, he paid for my first abortion and abandoned me as soon after.

The guys never found out who knocked me up but held my hand as I waited in the clinic for my name to be called. Kook took me home that night and held me all night as I cried and he promised that he would never leave, everything would be alright.

I was a mess after that. I had fallen in love with the idea of love and anyone who showed me the slightest bit of affection. Except the two who were always there for me no matter how many times I fucked up. I moved on from boyfriend to boyfriend, some sweet, some abusive, and some just looking for a fuck.

Both guys stepped in when things would get out of hand, they were always looking after me. Kook beat the shit out of my ex Kyle when he saw him slap me and Tae quickly got me out of his apartment, letting me crash in his room while he slept on the couch for a month until I got myself somewhere else to stay.

I looked for love through drugs and the dealers who promised me that what they were offering would give me exactly what I was looking for. That was my lowest, I had fought with Kook so lost in the euphoria the drugs gave me. I didn’t want to hear him hound me about how I had changed. I pushed both boys out of my life at that point.

Kook stayed away, I knew it was too painful for him to see me like that, but Tae, he never left. He would come every other day with some groceries or hygiene products. He would do some light housework, and make sure I showered and ate some food. He never once yelled at me or belittled me, he would just remind me he was there when I was ready for some help.

That all changed the day he walked into my place and found me half-dead on the couch choking on my own vomit. That was the day Kook decided to join him and it nearly broke them both. Kook froze but Tae jumped into action.

Lifting me up, he sprayed some Naloxone into my nose before shoving his fingers down my throat to make sure I got everything out. Kook dragged me into the shower and held me as I cried.

They never left me alone after that day. Kook questioned me over and over as to why I would do that to myself while Tae quietly watched from afar.

“Don’t you know I love you? That we love you, Abby?” Kook mumbled into my hair as he held onto me tightly.

That night passed out beside me, he was sensitive to every move I made. He bolted right up when I finally dragged myself away from his grip to go to the bathroom. After I explained where I was going he sleepily nodded and laid back down.

Tae had been gone for a few hours saying he had to go do something, but when I stepped out of the bathroom he was just coming through the door.

He gently took my hand and lead me out of the dodgy motel room I was staying in. The cool night breeze blew against my skin as we leaned against the balcony railings. I could tell he had something to say so I nervously broke the ice.

“I’m sorry, Tae. It’s just tha-” I started before he turned his gaze to me and my voice died.

“I could have lost you today, I mean, we could have lost you,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t you know how scared we were walking in on you like that?”

“I’m perfectly okay,” I said cheekily and he looked at me annoyed.

“You can’t keep doing this anymore, Abigail. I have been coming every day just to make sure you don’t kill yourself, but this is too much. You need to stop.”

“What will I have left if I stop, Tae? What am I supposed to do with this overwhelming sadness?” I asked looking away knowing he was right but not willing to accept it.

“You have me. You have us. We have always been here, Abigail. If you are sad, tell us and we will fix it; if you are lonely call and we will come running.”

“What about when you both have had enough? When you stop pitying me and move on with someone you love?” my voice quivers and I can’t stop the tears that roll down my face.

“We will always love you,” Kook's voice thick with sleep said from behind us and I turned to face him. He saw my tears and didn’t hesitate to step forward and pull me into his embrace.

“I’ll never leave you, Abby.”

“I have an idea,” Tae says smiling at me, his full wide boxy smile lit up his face and I felt my heart skip a beat.

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Six years later I’m smiling as I apply Rich Berry Red to my lips before heading out on stage with the two men who are my best friends in the whole world. We are about to perform in front of a crowd of 500 people and, in that crowd, there’s a talent agent that will be our chance to finally hit our big break.

“Berry Red again Abby?” Kook teases me as he drapes an arm around my shoulders keeping me close. His comforting smell of powder soothes my pre-stage jitters and I playfully elbow him in the gut.

“I love this color. It really suits me,” I say omitting the fact that I love it so much because Tae picked it out for me.

“Hmm, I really think a nice peach shade would work for you,” Kook says as he stares at my lips a little too long. His tongue darts out and glides across his lower lip and I quickly pull out of his embrace.

“Uh, sorry,” he says nervously ruffling the hair at the nape of his neck. “I’ll see you on stage, beautiful.”

He rushes out of the dressing room leaving me standing there watching as he trips over his own feet in his haste to get away from the awkward situation.

“When are you going to put the poor guy out of his misery and tell him you don’t love him?” Tae’s deep timbre sounds from beside me with a hint of amusement.

“I do love him,” I argue back as I turn to face him crossing my arms under my breasts and pushing them up. Tae’s eyes never stray from my face and I feel my heart speeding up as he steps closer.

“Not the same way he loves you.” Tae holds my gaze and I can’t breathe.

He’s right. Kook had grown into a wonderful man, he was sweet, caring, and funny. He worked out like no one’s business and the tattoos and piercings he acquired through the years only added to his appeal. Women constantly threw their bras and panties on stage at him but never once was he able to make my heart speed up like Tae did.

Kook was my partner in crime, he was the boy I told everything to, the first person I think of in the morning, and the last person I speak to at night. I did love him more than anyone in the whole world but just not romantically.

“No, I don’t, but I do love him,” I say quietly and Tae ducks his head so his eyes meet mine.

“But you love someone?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and I quickly look away.

“Ooo, you do! Who is it, Abigail?” he says playfully and I can’t stop the way my heart flutters.

Tae is always serious, it’s a trait he never quite grew out of but I loved it. He always balanced Kook and I out, he made sure we stuck to plans and that we were taken care of. But every now and again, when it’s just the two of us, he’d relax a little and his silly side would come out. We would laugh and play with each other, he would tease me and it was just another thing I loved about him.

I turn around avoiding him and he grabs my sides to tickle me as I squirm.

“Tell me who it is, Abigail! I need to approve of him if he’s going to be taking a place in your heart.”

He flips me around to face him, both of us struggling to catch our breath from the little tussle. I get lost in his eyes and throw all caution to the wind. Before I can second guess my moves, I close the distance between us and press my lips to his softly.

He freezes shocked by my bold actions, but I wrap my arms around his neck and he groans. His large hands tangle in my hair as he deepens the kiss. His lips devouring mine like he’s a starved man and I’m the meal he’s been looking forward to.

“You,” I whisper pressing my forehead against his, “I’m in love with you.”

“Abigail…he’s my brother, we can’t,” he says dropping his hands, his face full of regret, and I feel my heart starting to break as my panic sets in.

“He will understand, we can explain it to him,” I argue holding his face in my hands.

“It will break up the band.”

“It won’t,” I lean in to kiss him again with all the love I’ve been holding inside. We are both completely lost in the moment and we don’t hear the footsteps that approach.

“The fuck is this?!”

Tae jumps away from me as if my touch burns him and the small crack I was feeling earlier grows even larger. He moves to talk to Kook holding up his hand to stop him in his tracks.

“Kook, it’s not what it looks like, she kissed me an-” Tae starts.

“Don’t! You know how I feel about her. You’ve known since we were kids, Tae! How could you?!” he says angrily.

“I- we didn’t plan it, Kook,” I try to reason with him and he turns to look at me. No anger in his eyes, just sadness.

“I’m done.” he turns and walks out leaving Tae and I.

Tae rushes after him not even bothering to look back at me. When he returns a few minutes later he’s upset and doesn’t want to talk about what just happened.

We wait for Kook to come back but he doesn’t. We go on stage alone that night…

…and for many nights after.

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I saw something that reminded me of him today. I held the silly t-shirt in my hands and just thought of him.

Is he doing okay?

Are things better now?

Does he sleep earlier?

I wish he was still here, it’s hard not to sit in the memories and reminisce. There are so many things I want to tell him.

I miss you.

But I’m learning to be okay with the fact we’re apart now, so I quietly send him well wishes, grab my keys and head out to the studio to meet Tae.

It’s been a year and six months and not a day goes by where I don’t think about him.

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“Have you listened to his song?” Tae says as he sits beside me on the couch.

“No…I heard the title and thought I probably shouldn’t,” I sigh and rest my head on Tae’s shoulder.

After that night, Kook cut all ties with us. We went on stage and the talent agent picked us up for his label. We tried to speak with Kook and keep the band together but he refused to speak to us.

Tae took it terribly and when everything was said and done, he explained that he never felt that way for me. That I was like a younger sister to him and that was it. My heart was broken, I lost my person and my first love in a span of a few moments. All that heartbreak led to the success of our first album as I poured all of my feelings into our songs with Tae’s help.

We heard through the grapevine that Kook had been signed to a label on his own and he recently dropped his album but I was terrified. His debut song was a hit, people were eating it up and I knew from the name that it was going to hurt.

“Should we listen together?” Tae offers as he pulls out his phone and I reluctantly shake my head in agreement.

It’s a slow song, with a piano being the only distinguishing sound besides his soft voice. The second verse starts and I break.

Drug fueled fights

Ride your lows and highs

We played it all out

'Til we died

While you were busy breaking hearts

I was busy breaking

I was giving all my love, you were busy taking

Summer haze of summer wine reminded me of better times

But I let you in my heart

So now it's busy breaking

“Tae,” my voice cracks as the song ends and he looks at me with all the sympathy in the world.

“It will be alright,” he tries to reassure me pulling me into a hug.

But it's not. I miss him, I miss our family. I never realized how big of a role Jungkook was in my life ‘til he was gone. When we were signed, all I wanted to do was celebrate with Kook, when we finished our album, I wanted to share with him and know his thoughts, when we were nominated for a BBMA, I wanted him there with me and Tae, dressed in our all black outfits as we had planned, but he wasn’t there.

I spent the next few weeks working on a song. He wasn’t talking to us but maybe if I attracted enough attention, he would hear it. So I sat in front of my computer and nervously started a live and waited as our fans flooded into the chat.

“Hi everyone, how are you?” I greeted and tried to read comments as they whizzed by.

“Tae? Oh, I think he’s somewhere around the house. We finally have a day off so we are relaxing,” I smile at comments, people we happy we were enjoying some time off and wished us well.

“I’m actually here because I’ve been working on a side project and I’m so excited to share it with you all and know your thoughts.”

I quickly pull out my phone from my hoodie pocket and start the instrumental that Tae had made to go with the lyrics I wrote. I clear my throat already feeling emotional but I close my eyes, take a deep breath and let my voice out.

Wrote you a letter

Now that I'm here without you

Hope that you're better

Hope that you found someone new

'Cause I'm getting older

Know that I've changed

And I can't go back now

Nothing's the same

But I won't forget how

You called my name

When I was afraid

And now I'm afraid

Will you remember me?

Will you remember the way that I was?

Will you remember me?

Will you remember the way that you felt when you're next to me?

Will you remember?

Do you remember me?

Do you remember?

Will you remember me?

When I stop I feel the tears threatening to fall and I will myself not to let it happen. I need to end the live so I turn off my phone and give a small smile to the camera.

“That’s just a little something, let me know what you all think, if it gets enough likes I’ll convince Tae to let me add it to the new album,” I playfully wink at the camera and give a quick goodbye to the camera and shut it off.

I hear feet rushing to my room and Tae doesn’t even bother knocking before he comes in and throws himself on the bed beside me.

“Everyone is going crazy Abigail,” he says handing me his phone.

#WhoHurtAbby is trending along with #RememberMe.

“Do you think he will see it?”

“There’s no way he won’t. The people already love it and there are so many theories already about who it could be about.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks, Tae. I just want Kook to hear it and maybe reach out to us,” I say as I snuggle next to him laying my head on his chest.

“Me too. Hopefully, he will,” Tae sighs out as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head.

The weeks pass and the record label insists we add the song to the new album after it blew up all over the internet, but Kook never reaches out.

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“He released a song on SoundCloud,” Tae says walking into the studio. I rush out of the recording booth and hover over Tae’s phone as he pulls the song up.

It’s titled me & ur ghost and sits at 3 minutes and 21 seconds. The song starts with a funky beat that’s always been right up Kook's alley.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do with all these pictures on my iPhone

Even all them videos, only you and I know

You never cared about me, you just care about the likes though

Every time you pop up, you should see my fuckin' eye roll

I can't even kick it with the homies that we both know

I can't even fuck with any places that we used to go

Now all I got is just the memories of us, though

Burn it all down to the ground with your ghost

I'm not alone

It's just me and your ghost

And this cripplin' depression

I thought I learned my lesson

But, I threw out my phone

And I burned all your clothes

And now I'm not alone

It's just me and your ghost

“I guess it's safe to say he’s still angry,” Tae tries to say with a small smile but I find it in me to smile.

I never realized how much I had hurt him, I never thought of him in any other capacity except friendship. As the years have gone by without him, I can’t help but realize how empty I feel without him.

But I see now there’s nothing I can do to get him back. I just want him to know I still love him and I miss him.

“Tae you remember that song I didn't wanna put on the album 'cause it was too personal?”

“Yeah…” he says skeptically.

“I want it to be the debut song for the album. I don’t care what the company says,” I say pulling out my flash drive and plugging it into the system.

“Are you sure? You know what it’ll mean to him.”

“It’s gotta end and I can’t keep beating myself up for how I felt at the time,” I argue and Tae nervously agrees with me.

“Okay, then I want to do the first half of the song, I think you resonate best with the second verse. Then the last chorus we can come in together?” Tae suggests leaning over my shoulder messing with the mix a little.

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Our song was a hit, the fans ate it up and I felt like I had said my piece. Tae and I had been nominated for a Grammy and we got to perform. Kook was here too, he was up for one also, but didn’t spare us a look.

It hurt when I noticed him across from us at another table. I wanted to go up and say hi, tell him how much I’ve missed him, and congratulate him on his album, but when our eyes finally met, he quickly turned away and I felt my heart shatter.

“Just go and tell him you love him,” Tae whispers to me and I shake my head no.

“It’s too late now, I messed everything up. Plus I’m a mess, I’ve never been good enough for him, or you for that matter. I dunno how you guys put up with me for so long,” I sigh out and nervously pick at the sequins on my dress.

I had come to terms with the fact that I was in love with Kook months back. What I felt for Tae was puppy love, what I thought I wanted in a partner. As I went on without Kook, however, it became all too clear that he was the person I truly wanted. It was him who was my other half, he was the one I wanted to share all my ups and downs with. I realized it too late…

“Don’t do that,” he says harshly and I look at him surprised.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that, Abigail. You were dealt a shit hand and did the best you could, we aren’t better than you in any way and we stuck around because we love you.”

“I love you too, Tae,” I whisper and hug him tightly only to catch the cameraman zooming in on us.

“It’s time for us to go get ready,” Tae says pulling away and taking my hand to lead us backstage.

I switch into my stage outfit and wait in the wings while Tae stands on the opposite side waiting for his cue.

“All right everyone, now the performance we have all been waiting for. Please welcome to the stage, Abby & Tae,” the announcer says and the crowd applauds loudly.

Tae walks out, a lone spotlight on him as the mist fills the stage. The crowd is quiet as his deep voice lets out the lyrics that are also close to his heart. The stage goes dark and I rush out to my mark and let my voice out softly before the spotlight hits me.

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black

Oh Oh, there's nothing more painful

Nothing more painful, oh-Woah

I start to imagine a world where we don't collide

And it's making me sick, but we'll heal and the sun will rise

If you tell me you're leaving, I'll make it easy

It'll be okay

And if we can't stop the bleeding

We don't have to fix it, we don't have to stay

I will love you either way

Ooh-ooh, it'll be oh, be okay

Tae’s voice joins in with mine as we sing the last of the song, the stage bursts into bright light as we both sing with all the emotion we have. When we are done, the audience stands clapping for us and I find my eyes darting to Kook’s table only to see he isn’t there. I instantly start crying and then Tae rushes over to hug me tightly, the crowd cheers even louder.

I find it hard to continue faking my smile as the night goes on, I never see Kook go back to his table. Tae and I won our nomination and all that is left is Record of the Year. Kook, Tae, and I are all up for it and I nervously hold Tae’s hand as the announcer lists the nominees.

“And the winner for Record of the Year is…” the announcer draws out as he opens the envelope. “Jeon Jungkook with Breaking Hearts!”

I stand happy for him, clapping enthusiastically as I watch him stride onto the stage wearing a different suit than earlier.

“Wow! I mean like, I didn’t even think there would be a chance that I would win. Breaking Hearts is such a personal song for me and I’m so thankful for the fans who were able to connect with it. I wanna thank my team for all their support and my fans, but there are two other people,” he clears his throat and I grab Tae’s hand.

“No one knows this but my brother and my best friend are here today. I wouldn’t have pushed myself so hard to make this album if it wasn’t for them. They made me who I am today so…Tae, Abby, thank you! This is for you guys too,” he says and the crowd turns to us and we both start clapping loudly for him, ignoring the curious looks from everyone else.

A stagehand rushes onto stage taking the trophy from Kook and handing him a guitar. He smiles at the crowd and holds the mic close.

“I was supposed to perform Breaking Hearts tonight but there’s been a change in plans. This is a new song for the girl I never stopped loving,” he makes eye contact with me and I feel my heart race in my chest as he starts to sing.

Through the storm in your head, let me be your shelter, yeah

Put your heart in my hands and your hand on my shoulder

Oh, 'cause when I'm looking at you, I can see forever

So go ahead, go ahead and tell me I shouldn't love you

Tell me I shouldn't fall

Show me all of your scars and the beautiful parts that you call your flaws

Tell me I shouldn't be here

But I don't care what you say

Darling, watch me, watch me, watch me love you anyway

“Go backstage,” Tae whispers as he pulls his hand away from me

“I can’t,” I mumble out and Tae chuckles.

“If you don’t go backstage right now all my hard work will be for nothing,” I turn to look at him confused and he just smiles at me.

“He got in contact with me after ‘It’ll be okay’ dropped. He apologized and we worked things out, and then I helped him plan for tonight. Now hurry up and go backstage before the song finishes,” Tae shoves me gently away from our table and I start rushing to see him.

I make it there and can hear the announcer giving the closing speech. I look around for Kook but he’s nowhere to be found. I frown thinking maybe he’s changed his mind, he’s probably thought better about being with me.

“Why would you be frowning when I just told the whole world I’m in love with you?” I hear Kook beside me, and my head whips to face him.

“Kook…” I breathe out nervously.

Now that I’m faced with him, I Have no idea what I’m meant to do. He watches me nervously fidget but then I feel him grab my hand and pull me into his embrace. The smell of powder engulfs me and I feel my body relax as his warmth surrounds me.

“I’m so sorry, Kook! I’ve missed you so much,” I mumble into his chest as he holds me close.

“I’m sorry, I let my feelings get the best of me. I let it, make me bitter and angry and keep me away from you two. I’ve missed you more than you could ever know,” he says against the top of my head.

“I have something for you,” he says gently and takes my hand, and leads me back to his dressing room.

He ruffles inside his bag before telling me to close my eyes and hold out my hands. I do as he asks, and feel a light weight in my hand. When I open my eyes, I see a small package of chocolate donuts, just like the ones he would give me when we were kids.

I laugh at the silly gesture that means everything in the world to me. Then look at the man standing in front of me who has known me almost my whole life, who has seen me at worst but never left me behind. The man who was part of all my highs in life and held my hand in my lowest lows. The man who knew all my ugly and my faults but still loved me despite it all.

“Jungkook,” I draw his attention back to me and hold his gaze. “I love you too.”

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wind-becomes-lightning · 1 year

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Idk if this did sent yesterday since my internet crashed, so I'm sorry if I sent this to you twice D:, don't wanna spam you ahhh!

For your 600 follower event, I was wondering if I could request some Anko x my OC Fuyu fluff, with the prompt no. 24, if possible! Your writing takes my breath away time and time again, so I wanted to send in a request!

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hello lovely! Here it goes! It is not super fluffy (mor like hurt and comfort I guess?) Thank you for letting me write the girls! <3 It's a little shorter but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you for always being such a kind commenter.

Anko x OC

mentions of child experiments (their teacher is orochimaru, you understand.)

prompt was: The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.

1857 words.

One of the many great things about Fuyumi was that Anko could always tell when she was sad, mostly because it was raining ice from the ceiling, even in the middle of summer, even if they were inside. Somehow her worries and fears would inspire her body to work on its own. Anko never quite understood if it was her wishing to sit in cold and sadness or if Fuyu’s ice was something that was comforting her in times of crises, either way, it was raining ice when she was in a bad mood, so Anko always knew.

This day for example, she came home from a short few hour mission with a group of younger children, Genin freshly graduated from the academy, and could smell the snow the moment she opened the door. Anko had recently started doing jobs with and for the academy and found herself good at it. After she had first proctored at the Chuunin exams some years ago she had found it pleasant to work with younger shinobi and was now considering becoming a sort of teacher. Possibly at least. It wasn’t decided.

“I’m home!” she yelled from the entrance and got no reply but cold air coming from the living room. In the morning Fuyumi had still seemed her usual cheery and upbeat self as she had gleefully burned an egg in the frying pan. Anko had made fun of her for the mistake, just some light teasing she thought. Surely Fuyu wasn’t upset about that?

She took her shoes off and then walked through the apartment they both shared in quick steps only to find Fuyu laying with her stomach on the couch, snow slowly drilling over her long locks. There were bags of comfort food on the couch table in front of her further making clear that she must feel terribly. Anko put her hands into her sides: “Is it winter already?”

Fuyu looked up and shook her head, which instantly let the tiny clouds that had been snowing disappear. She sat herself up and straightened out her clothes. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Oh, I would never make fun of you, come on,” Anko sat down beside her and pulled an arm around her girlfriend. Technically that was not true, because in the many years that they had both known and fought alongside each other Anko had made fun of Fuyumi many times, the other way around also. They had even fought about it occasionally, but never deep enough that what they had could be ripped apart.

Fuyu sighed and then smiled: “How was your mission?”

“I absolutely aced it as always.” Anko wrapped one strand of Fuyumi’s hair around her finger. “But that is not important right now. Why don’t you tell me what is bothering you?” She wiped some rest of the snow from the other woman’s shoulder.

“It’s confusing,” Fuyu pulled her hands together in her lap. “I don’t really know how to explain it…I’ve been thinking of him and.. I don’t know..”

Ah, yes, Anko had already suspected something like this might be the case. She sighed and pulled her girlfriend a little closer still. Just yesterday they had been ordered to the Hokage office with their former team mate Ume and were briefed by Lady Tsunade on the fact that their teacher Orochimaru had apparently finally been killed. That last boy he had taken, Uchiha Sasuke, had overwhelmed him or so the sources said. All three of them had not known how to react to that revelation.

Rationally, they should have all been elated to have him dead for all the things he had done with them, experimented on them, but his grip on all three of them had always been unusually tight and despite many terrible things he had done to them, they had trusted him still. In that first exam she was supervising, Anko had seen Orochimaru again and for months after she had the feeling snakes were strangling her in her dreams. Fuyu had woken her up several times from a nightmare.

Still, hearing that he had died was like a punch in the face. “I understand,” Anko said and meant it. Ume and her were maybe the only people who could understand Fuyumi’s feelings of confusion, maybe outside of Lady Tsunade and Lord Jirayia. So she took Fuyu’s hand and pressed it supportively.

“I am relieved in a way,” Fuyu murmured, staring down in front of her. ��At least he can’t come after us anymore or misuse the cursed seal like he did with you…” Anko rubbed her neck. “.. but somehow I’m not really happy. I kind of am sorry for it all too. It makes no real sense.”

“No, it definitely does make sense. I feel very similar and I suspect Ume does too. We are… like abused children that lose a parent. He was a terrible person, but he was still our parent.” Anko knocked her foot a little against the table in front of her. “I think what is the most confusing is that it was not all bad.”

It was the truth. There had been times in which Orochimaru had been a good teacher. Anko had always suspected that he had only trained the three of them when it served his purpose of learning more about the curse mark or Fuyu’s special power, but even so he had individually spent time with each of them to get to know them. Anko specifically had gained a lot from him as a tutor: many of her special jutsu and especially her affinity with snakes were inherited from Orochimaru. He had definitely left more of a mark on her than just a cursed one.

Additionally he had taught the three girls that the most important thing in a shinobi was loyalty, loyalty towards the leader and the fighting comrades. Maybe that had also been just another tactic to get them to never run back to Konoha and tell someone who mattered about his shady experiments, or maybe he had been honest with himself for that point at least, but all of them really internalised that lesson. For a long time they had been sewn together at the hips.

“No, there was a lot of fun too,” Fuyu said now and leaned her head against Anko’s a little. “We could be quite chaotic together all of us.”

Anko laughed: “You and I can still be super chaotic. Remember when we tried to cook a meal when we invited Gai and Ume over for a housewarming?” Fuyumi laughed at the memory. IWhen they moved in they had decided to invite the other couple over for some nice adult time and almost burned down their new apartment in the process. Ume had looked at them with a frown and told them to never cook again. She was probably right at that.

“Yes, but we had each other because of him. He sort of introduced us to each other. He bonded us.” Fuyu sighed. “I think I am sort of thankful for that, even if… all the rest…”

“He didn’t introduce us at least,” Anko shrugged. “You and I were always together. I mean he has given us experiences that we now have to both work through and that means we have a great understanding of one another, but he didn’t give you to me. You were already mine when we became genin.”

Fuyumi giggled. “What are you saying I was already yours.”

To Anko there had never been anyone more important than Fuyu, never, not even when they were small, not even before the snake bite marked them both as damaged goods. From the moment they met each other Anko wanted to be in Fuyu’s orbit as if it was dragging her in. They were similar and different on just the right aspects and Anko had always loved that, probably even before she had understood what love meant.

“I don’t want to believe in destiny because I think it is bogus to live your life as if you have no choice of my own,” Anko said, “but I have to say that it is easy to believe that it was destiny that I met you. After all - the first time I saw you smile it sort of felt like the university realigned, like all the clouds opened up to shine on your face.”

The other woman opened her mouth and then closed it again and when Anko looked up she was clearly blushing deeply. “That's…. Very nice of you to say.” Fuyu seemed speechless.

“Ah, you are so cute,” Anko said and pressed a soft kiss to Fuyumi’s cheek. “I don’t just say it to be nice, it was really like that.”

Fuyu raised Anko’s hand and softly kissed the knuckles. “Well, I agree. Our meeting was cataclysmic. Even more important than the foundation of the great villages, will be remembered in history books.” She laughed.

“Now you make fun of me!” Anko protested.

“I would never make fun of you, my dear” Fuyu copied Anko’s tone of voice perfectly, winked cheekily and then continued. “All jokes aside, you are right. The most important thing Orochimaru has given us is each other and we really don’t need him for that. In fact, we never needed him for that. He just made our lives miserable.”

Anko nodded. “And now he will never do that again. We are free and we still have each other. We will always have each other.”

They looked at each other with a smile, their hands still pressed against one another. To Anko, it felt a little like a revelation and she hoped that Fuyu felt the same. It was necessary for them to move on to understand that their teacher had not been the only good influence in their lives. That their friendship, their love, had made them stronger than he could have ever made them with one of his stupid seals.

But most importantly, they needed to accept that it was a good thing that he was dead. They needed to allow themselves to be relieved fully, without feeling remorse about it. Then, and only then, would they be able to move on and be happy.

“I wish he would have faced some consequences at least,” Fuyumi said now as if she had perfectly followed Anko’s wandering thoughts. “I don’t think this village will ever give us the recognition we would wish for, but I would at least have liked to see him being punished. Dying is too easy.”

Anko nodded. “Yes. He got the easy way out there, but I’m sure Sasuke-kun really hurt him, so at least we can revel in that.” Fuyu laughed again.

They knocked heads again payfully and Anko said: “So no more winter in the living room from now on?”

“Promise,” Fuyu replied. “There is only going to be snow in real winter from now on.”

Their heads touched and the tips of their noses pushed against each other. Anko leaned forward for a kiss. The only way forward was together, and the idea of that made Anko very happy.

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awalkthroughstellis · 10 months

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Season Of Gifting

Warnings: Spoilers for Luke’s SRR card “Warm Embrace”, the ending is a little suggestive

Summary: Shopping for gifts isn’t the easiest thing in the world, and it’s even harder when a major distraction comes up. At the end of the day, the price of a gift doesn’t matter. The intention behind it does.

With the holidays approaching, the mall was decorated and ready for the Christmas season. Stores were promoting sales and new vendors were popping up with limited time goods. Now was the perfect time to start buying gifts.

It goes without saying that gift-giving wasn’t the easiest task. Knowing someone too well or not enough seemed to make it even harder, as opposed to small, formal gifts for a co-worker or boss. Luke and Rosa were stumped as to what to gift Granny Jones, and I, who had met her for the first time the other day, wasn’t much help.

I placed a hand on each of the childhood best friend’s shoulders, comforting them as we left another store empty handed. “It’s still early in the day. Don’t give up now.”

Instantly, Rosa perked up. “You’re right. There are still plenty of other places we can try.”

“Maybe we should approach this from another angle.” Placing one hand on my hip, I pinched my chin with the other. “If Granny Jones isn’t in need of anything practical like clothes or appliances, then how about we look for something sentimental with emotional value?”

Luke plastered on a proud smile. “And this is why I brought you along.”

I giggled and slipped my hand into his. “You’re the one that taught me how many different angles there are to go about things.”

Rose hummed as she thought. “Something sentimental… There is a store known for their picture frames.” She sighed. “But maybe that’s too common.”

Although I’ve only met Granny Jones once, Luke has told me stories about her, like how she taught him the recipe for a dish Rosa really liked in her childhood. She was a very kind woman who clearly adored these two.

“Rosa?” An unfamiliar man called out, his smile excited as he approached us. “Luke too? Wow, I haven’t seen you two since high school.”

“Nikolas?” Rosa asked, to which he nodded. “It’s so nice to see you! How have you been?”

Nikolas shrugged. “Oh, you know, nothing too exciting. A group of us are meeting upstairs to play karaoke, why don’t you come join us? Your friend is welcome to come along.”

Luke smiled but kindly refused. “Maybe another time. We’re trying to find a gift for our granny.”

“I see. Well, at least come say hello, then?”

Neither of them seemed to be able to turn the offer down, so we followed Nikolas to the karaoke place. Several others were sitting in one of the rooms when we arrived, and they all jumped up at the sight of us.

“Luke! You’re back!” A woman exclaimed, bright eyes landing on me. “Who’s this?”

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “This is Robin.” His cheeks turned red. “She’s… well-”

Rosa cut him off, smirking playfully. “She’s his girlfriend.”

I giggled and smiled at everyone. “It’s nice to meet you all.”

Even though the intention was just to say hello, we somehow found ourselves sitting on the couch talking with everyone. I stayed quiet since I didn’t know anyone, but Luke’s warmth was comforting and kept me from feeling awkward. He held my hand the entire time and didn’t seem to mind my weight leaning against his side as I listened to old high-school stories.

It wasn’t long before the conversation switched to Luke and I.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Allison, one of the woman, asked.

“About a year and a half.” I replied, unable to contain my smile. “We met in the late months of 2028 and got together the following summer.”

One of the men, Randall, cocked his head to the side. “Last year, huh? I thought you just got back to Stellis recently, Luke.”

My boyfriend nodded. “That’s right. Robin came with me.”

“Wow.” Allison said, eyes widening a little. “You’ve known Luke for such a short time, yet you moved cities to be with him? You must really love him.”

An intense blush attacked my cheeks, and I knew Luke’s face was the same. “I do.”

Nikolas chuckled and crossed his arms. “I’ll be honest, Luke, I didn’t ever think you would get over your high school crush.”

I felt the man beside me tense up. Nikolas must have been referring to Luke’s old crush on Rosa which, yes, I knew about. He shared it with me back when we were still just friends, and for a while I was hurting because at that time, I had just come to terms that I had feelings for Luke. Not that he knew, of course, and I wasn’t going to tell him in fear of rejection. Then I had a near-death experience, Mom let it slip and, well, turns out he felt the same way about me.

Anyway, I knew about his old crush, but Rosa didn’t.

Said woman turned to Luke. “You had a crush in high school and didn’t tell me?”

Luke stumbled over his words. “Well… I…”

Luckily, Allison jumped in to save the day. “Don’t bring that up in front of his girlfriend! Are you trying to make her uncomfortable?”

I laughed, doing my best to make it genuine and believable. “I’m sure everyone had a crush in high school. It’s no big deal.”

“R-Right.” Luke said, turning to me. “We should probably get going. That gift isn’t going to find itself.”

Rosa looked hesitant to leave, seeming as though she wanted to stay and catch up a bit longer. We offered to message her if we found any good gifts from Granny Jones, which she agreed to and so, Luke and I left the group and headed back to the main body of the mall.

“Are you okay?” I asked, looking up at him.

He nodded, cheeks still slightly red. “Yeah… I’m sorry.”

I stopped walking. “For what? You did nothing wrong.”

Luke scratched the back of his head, a nervous habit of his. “I’m sure that conversation must have put you in an awkward spot.”

The biggest secret he’s been hiding from Rosa for years was almost exposed, and yet, his main concern is my feelings.

Reaching out, I took both his hands in mine. “Luke, what’s past is past. It doesn’t bother me. I know you love me, and I’ll never doubt that.”

The shadow of uneasiness that covered his face faded, a bright smile gracing his features. Suddenly, his head turned to the side, coral eyes focusing on the large glass windows. “It’s snowing.”

I followed his gaze. A gentle shower of snowflakes fell from the sky, and with the light bed of white covering the ground, it must have been snowing for a while. It likely started when we were talking to everyone in the karaoke room.

Without warning, Luke grabbed my hand and led me out the nearest set of doors. His strides were so long and quick I had to jog to keep up, but he wasn’t being rough at all. Once outside, we stopped to admire the scenery.

“The first snowfall is my favourite.” I said, catching a snowflake in my palm only for it to dissolve from the heat of my hand. “There’s something peaceful about it. The cold that comes with it, though, I can do without.”

Luke chuckled. “Once, when I was a kid, I got a really bad cavity and was forbidden from eating sweets.” He began, voice soft as he recalled a memory. “I was so upset about it. Rosa told me the snow was ice cream from heaven, and turned into cotton candy by the time it reached us. It made me feel better.”

The story made me smile. “I’m glad you grew up with Rosa. I think she helped shape you into the incredible man you are today.”

He looked from the sky to me, cheeks bright red.

I laughed and stood on the tips of my toes, pressing my lips to his cheek. “I only speak the truth, Detective Pearce.”

Something in one of the store windows caught my eye. Dropping back onto my heels, I strode towards the glass for a better look at the countless snow globes lining the shelf. Other items were on display too, but none of them stood out like the globes did.

“Do you see one you like?” Luke asked, coming up beside me.

“They’re all so pretty and well detailed.” My eyes shifted to one in particular. “Woah, look at the tiny shrine sitting on the mountain in this one. Whoever made this must have such steady hands. The plaque says it’s called ‘Snow Ridge Mountain.”

“Snow Ridge Mountain?” He titled his head. “That mountain is in Granny Jones’ hometown. Her health is poor so she doesn’t get to visit often, let alone walk around in the snow at her age.”

“Should we get it for her?”

Luke texted Rosa for her opinion, and while we waited for her to reply, stepped inside the shop where it was warmer. She agreed, and while Luke placed the custom order with the clerk, I wandered and looked at the other holiday trinkets and wares. The vast variety of ornaments reminded me that although this was my second Christmas with Luke, it was the first one we would be decorating for by ourselves. Our first Christmas was celebrated at my parents house.

I looked up as Luke approached. “All done?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Do you want anything from here?”

I giggled. “Let’s worry about decorations after we pick out a tree.”

He held my hand and led me from the store, bidding goodbye to the clerk on the way out. Instead of passing through the door we came through, we went under the larger one that led back into the mall.

“Mission complete. What do you wanna do now?” I asked, swinging our clasped hands back and forth. “Should we rejoin Rosa and your old friends?”

Luke typed something on his phone before responding. “They’re stopping by a restaurant on the second floor. If you’re not hungry, I was hoping you’d help me pick out some new winter clothes.”

My face flushed. “Can I…?”

My blush triggered Luke’s. “Yeah. I-If you’re not comfortable with that-”

I quickly shook my head and gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that, it’s just… You’d really let me?”

“Of course. I trust you’re judgment.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say it out loud in fear of both of us melting into a puddle of slush in the middle of the mall, but moments like these made me feel like we were married as opposed to just dating and living together. I’d love to call Luke my husband one day.

We stopped at several stores but none of them had anything that fit right or suited him. We jumped around the mall for an hour, and just when I was about to give up, Luke asked to drop by a vintage store. I thought it was a bit of an odd choice, but went with him anyway.

The woman behind the counter greeted us with a smile. “Mr. Pearce, you’re here. I’m so sorry for the delay. Your order is in the back, I’ll fetch it for you right now.”

I turned to him as she disappeared behind a door. “You must come here a lot for her to recognize you.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “She was a client of mine in the past.”

“Ah.” I said. “So, what did you get? A new coat?”

The woman returned just then, placing the box on the counter and using a box cutter to break open the seal. “Try it on and let me know what you think. If it’s unsatisfactory, we’ll have another one done up for you.”

Luke lifted a pile of cloth from the box, and without a word, started wrapping it around my neck.

I looked at him with confused eyes. “What?”

He smiled and placed his hands on my shoulders, turning me around to face the mirror. “Do you like it?”

I lifted a hand and ran it over the fabric, feeling how soft the material was between my fingers. The scarf was rose pink, the perfect shade against my fair skin and black-brown hair. It had another layer in a plaid pattern, a darker shade of pink. One of the bottom ends had silver embroidery that spelled out my name.

“I love it.” I breathed, turning to face him with a wide smile. “You got me a matching scarf?”

The one around Luke’s neck was yellow, the plaid layer white. When he’d come home and take it off, I’d wrap it around me and soak in his lingering warmth and smell.

“You’re always stealing mine, so I figured it was time to get one for you.” He said. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Mr. Pearce has a good eye. That colour is perfect on you.” The woman said, smiling happily.

I blushed again. “Yeah, he knows me very well.”

The woman placed the scarf into a nice bag and saw us out. The mall was closing soon so Luke texted Rosa to see if she was ready to go, but she told us to go on ahead and that Allison would drive her home.

I yawned as I stepped outside. “I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight. I didn’t realize we were here for so long.”

Luke made a guilty face. “I’m sorry, it really wasn’t supposed to take this long. Your scarf delivery was late so I had to find excuses to buy time.”

Something in my mind clicked. “So that’s why you wanted me to pick out clothes for you.” My phone suddenly buzzed. Pulling it from my pocket, I clicked the text message. “Rosa’s friends are offering us a ride home. Do you want-”

Luke suddenly unwrapped his scarf, keeping it around his neck but also wrapping it around mine. The look in his eye sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. He was still the same man I was in love with, but the energy he put off now was serious and a little possessive.

“It’s colder now then it was before. Didn’t you notice the snowfall getting worse?” He asked, voice low but at this close of a distance, I heard him perfectly.

I shook my head. “No, I didn’t… Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, I’m not mad.” While one hand held the tail of his scarf, the other wrapped around my waist and pulled me a little closer. “If you’re too cold to walk home we can accept the ride but, I don’t want to share you with anyone else tonight.”

My cheeks, neck, ears, every patch of skin turned red at the intimacy of his words. “I’ll be fine. Besides, I don’t really want to share you either.”

Luke leaned in closer, pausing just above my lips. When I closed my eyes and didn’t move away, he kissed me slowly. I clung to his coat as a way to stay grounded, getting lost in his love and the winter wonderland around us.

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The bell above the antique shop rang as the door opened, a pair of boots against the floor another sign that someone was here.

“I’ll be right there!” I called, placing a small bowl of bird seeds on Peanut’s perch.

“It’s just me!” A familiar voice responded.

The black and yellow bird cooed and flew from his branch, soaring over the shelves to greet his friend. I giggled and dusted my hands on my pants as I followed the same path he took, on the ground of course.

“Welcome home. How did Granny Jones like the gift?” I asked, pecking his cheek in greeting.

Luke grinned as I pulled away. “She loved it, and she says thank you for helping pick it out. How did your appointment go?”

“It went well. I’m as healthy as someone in my condition can be.” Just then, I noticed a bag on the counter. “What’s that?”

He pulled a small box from the bag and placed it in front of me. “Another gift.”

“Luke!” I exclaimed, looking at him with wide eyes. “You just got me the scarf.”

“I got you the scarf two weeks ago.” He winked. “You’ll like it, I promise. Be careful, though. It’s fragile.”

With a playful sigh, I opened the flaps and reached inside. Something cool and smooth touched my palm, and when I lifted it, I gasped.

“You didn’t.” I said, unable to believe my eyes as I adjusted my grip on the snow globe. “Is that us?”

Two tiny figures stood inside the snow globe, admiring a miniature, very detailed Christmas tree. As I looked closer, I spotted a teeny tiny Peanut sitting on Luke’s shoulder.

Balancing the globe in one hand, I covered my mouth with the other. “I don’t know what to say.”

His face turned a light shade of red. “It’s our first Christmas living together. I thought our first decoration- Oof!”

Setting the globe safely on the counter, I turned and jumped on Luke, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Luckily he reacted just in time to catch me, holding me against him as I attacked his face in kisses.

“I love you so. Freaking. Much.” I said between kisses, planting the last one on his lips. “Thank you, Luke.”

The air around him shifted as he carefully set me down. “Do you think anyone would complain if we closed early today?”

I bit my lip and shook my head. Luke set the lock in place and flipped the sign, following me to our apartment on the third level where there was more privacy.

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warm.

it’s too warm, was your first waking thought as you sluggishly waded through the mound of blankets that encompassed you to get a breath of fresh air (you assumed bokuto and kuroo were the culprits for your warm and fuzzy hellhole). your eyes first fell on the television playing the credits to the second or third pirates of the caribbean movie on mute, the remote haphazardly thrown somewhere to your left as though the person who did so left in a hurry.

speaking of people, there was no one left in the room as you slowly joined the land of the living. a part of you suspected everyone had gone to bed but atsumu or akaashi would’ve woken you up if that had been the case.

belatedly, you recognized voices coming from the front door and your still sleep-addled brain lit up. oh! you thought. food must be here! untangling yourself from the blankets proved to be an exhausting feat because by the time you were done, your body was covered in a sheen of sweat underneath oikawa’s sweats and sakusa’s hoodie.

ugh, gross.

you began to make your way towards the door, the blood rushing through your head preventing you from hearing the details of conversation but knowing atsumu, he was just haggling for a lower price even though you told him repeatedly, that isn’t how pizza places work tsum.

as you drew nearer to the commotion, you started to pick up on the heavy tension in the air, leaving you extremely uncomfortable. you had no idea what the cause of it was but you did know it was making most of the boys upset, who, by the way, hadn’t noticed you creeping around just yet.

a feminine voice rang out from outside the doorway and though you were still attempting to gain your hearing, the sound sent chills down your spine. it sounded saccharine, sweet, familiar, and oh so evil.

even with a head full of cotton, you figured now wouldn’t be the best time to reveal yourself, what with the clear discomfort permeating the atmosphere, but your big fat mouth apparently had other plans.

“‘tsum, just let the poor pizza lady go,” you muttered, the beginnings of a headache making itself known at the back of your skull. you were a little too caught up with the dwarf banging at your head with a sledgehammer to notice the shock that everyone in the room turned to look at you with.

a gentle hand grasped at your forearm, whispering something into your ear before attempting to pull you back to the living room, but that same familiar voice from the door kept you planted where you stood.

“oh, the princess finally makes herself known,” meiko sneered, her face finally coming into focus, striking you with pang of fear straight through your heart. “funny, i thought i left you speechless the last time we... ‘talked’.”

“ya shut yer fuckin mouth,” atsumu lunged at her but was stopped by sakusa’s arm around his waist, successfully holding him in place. meiko just giggled, taking a step into the house, her heels clicking as she glided across the hardwood floors.

in the back of your head, you noted that meiko looked unusually beautiful, her makeup flawlessly done and her outfit complementing it perfectly, almost reminiscent of how she used to be before... well, just “before”.

you watched the boys unconsciously angle themselves as a protective wall around you, the person holding your arm (who you now realized was koushi) pulling you in tighter until your back was resting against his chest.

a part of you couldn’t help but feel a little suffocated but the other, more self preserving, bit felt irrationally safe and protected around these boys. it was nice... or it would’ve been if meiko wasn’t taking herself on a tour around the house as though she hadn’t been living there for almost the past year.

“you all can tone down on the guard dog act. i’m not here to fight,” she said as she pretended to wipe dust off the island. “you’re not?” bokuto’s skeptical voice rose up from behind you, one of his hands finding yours underneath the massive sleeves of your (sakusa’s) hoodie.

meiko shook her head with an empty smile, her perfectly painted red lips stretching unnaturally wide. “no, of course not! i’ve just come here to collect.”

the boys collectively tensed around you, akaashi whispering for kenma to go find yachi and quickly. as he slipped away, you made eye contact with sakusa who gave you an imperceptible nod that you assumed meant one thing — keep her talking.

“collect what?” you asked, your voice coming out weaker than you wanted, but you hoped she didn’t notice. she cocked her head as her eyes snapped to you as if she’d forgotten you were there, but judging by her growing smirk, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“my boys of course!” meiko clapped gleefully, clicking her way over toward kuroo to run her hand over his bicep, laughing when he jolted away from her touch. “they’ve always been mine, you know that don’t you?”

it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dropped over your head. you felt frozen again, the same feeling of dread creeping up your spine as it did when meiko attacked you. in turn, you barely noticed kenma’s return who whispered something to sakusa — an action that didn’t go unnoticed by meiko.

“what’re my boys talking about? are you plotting against me?” she pouted, scooting closer to the pair. kenma visibly paled and moved to hide himself behind sakusa’s broad shoulders. “we aren’t doing anything, meiko.”

wrong answer.

“oh, we both know that isn’t the case kiyoomi. i’m not a fucking idiot.” meiko’s voice filled with venom before moving even closer still. you felt your heart beating rapidly in your chest, your hand gripping bokuto’s even tighter.

what if she brought some kind of weapon to the house? what if she hurt you? what if she hurt them?

before you could think, you were standing in front of the group, the boys calling out your name as meiko’s face lit up. “so the precious little princess wants to take a stand! let me have it then, huh? let me see what all the craze is about!”

despite the fear thudding in your chest, you stood tall, glaring at her with your head held high. “the boys are not yours, meiko,” you declared, her mouth instantly opening in protest but you refused to let her speak.

“they aren’t possessions or objects you can own and treat like shit. they are people, real living, breathing people and they aren’t mine either. they have full reign to do what they want, when they want, to make their own choices and decisions. and you know what? they didn’t choose you or me. they chose themselves and their happiness over any bullshit you or i could try and sell them. so please, for the love of god, get your shit together, put it in a box and take it to fucking therapy.”

by the end of your impromptu speech, your chest was heaving but you felt good. really good. adrenaline was rushing through your veins and you felt powerful. out the corner of your eye, you noticed osamu and daichi standing at the bottom of the stairs with something akin to awe on their faces.

yeah bitches. take it all in.

unfortunately, while you were basking in the feeling of badassery, you completely missed meiko’s eyes lighting up with pure, unadulterated,

rage.

you faintly heard someone call your name before you were taken to the ground by meiko leaping at you like an animal. the two of you scrambled about on the hardwood, her hands yanking at your clothes and leaving scratches on your skin but you were sure as hell giving her a run for her money.

you finally managed to get on top of her, pinning her arms to the ground but that wasn’t before you gained a hard elbow to the side and a bruise to your face. meiko thrashed and shook in your hold but you were not wavering, trying to keep her entirely still for...

well, for what exactly?

almost as though they were on cue, you heard the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance, growing louder as they drew closer to the house. underneath you, meiko’s eyes widened before she began fighting even harder than she’d done before, her erratic movements making it much more difficult to keep your hold on her.

luckily, you had extremely muscular men at your disposal, one of which (osamu — even though he was a dick, he was still incredibly muscular dick) held down meiko’s arms as the lapd stormed the building.

the police officers easily retracted meiko from your arms and cuffed her, taking her to the back of the cop car, despite her loud and insistent threats on you and everyone you love.

very disney villain-esque.

a kind looking officer helped you to your feet and walked you out to the porch where he began to ask you and the boys a few questions. you answered them honestly and you were genuinely proud of how well you were handling the whole situation when—

“bubs, you’re shaking.” sure enough, when you looked down at your hands, you were twitching uncontrollably, the reality of the events that just occurred finally sinking in.

you were just attacked. again.

you and your friends were threatened.

meiko was sitting in the back of a fucking cop car.

“what the fuck,” you whispered, eyes staring unblinking at your palms. the same officer mentioned something about shock, prompting all the boys to gather around you; atsumu pulled you in between him and sakusa, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, kenma and bokuto took hold of your quivering hands, sugawara and oikawa sat off to the side watching you with blatant concern, and kuroo and akaashi spoke to the officer in hushed tones.

the man nodded and shook their hands before shooting you a pitying smile and heading back to the car where meiko was waiting.

“it’s over angel, ‘s over,” atsumu muttered into your hair, pressing kisses to your forehead in between each phrase. you leaned into his touch but you refused to take your eyes off meiko who was watching the whole scene from the backseat, her eyes wide with anger, hurt, and confusion.

you didn’t bother dwelling on it, instead focusing on evening out your breathing and looking at the car drive over the horizon. you heard yachi’s soft voice calling everyone inside, atsumu lifting you up to your feet and walking with you, never once taking his hands off of you.

still, his words echoed in your head, even as yachi spoke of the end of the hyper house, even as the boys brought you to your room, and even as they all automatically cuddled around you in an attempt to get you to sleep.

it’s over. it’s all finally over.

you couldn’t keep the grin off your face if you tried.

℗ poker face

it’s over

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