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genshin-utopia · 3 years

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xiao | memories

note | thank you for the 1000+ followers. I don't deserve it with the lack of updates and motivation. Half a year and I finally decided to write again. This is similar to the "Moments with you" headcanons I do. I hope you like this new series I will be starting with each/most/some characters. Also big thank you to @arthurhastingpoems for betaing! This was suppose to end with smut but lol what happened.

Tags: Established relationship, extremely corny/cheesy lol, hurt/comfort, a tiny bit of violence, fluff, bittersweet if you squint

You never expected to fall deep in love with the man beside you, who’s seldom rough and cold. But also, so soft towards you, as if you were something precious to him. A collection of stories shared between the two of you.

It was rather unexpected when you first discovered you had a peculiar interest in Xiao’s arms or more specifically, his strength. You love how easy it was for Xiao to pick you up, as if you weighed nothing – that raw power that’s contained within. The first time you consciously discovered this fact was when you were playfully wrestling him due to playful banter.

You were both on the sofa, a soft comforter that left you unintentionally drowsy as you sink deeper into a comfortable state. On the other hand, Xiao was seated upright on the other end with a book in his hands. These were rare peaceful days that you both couldn’t afford frequently as duties kept you two occupied and most importantly, separated. As sleep started to overtake your senses, you started poking him lightly with your feet to draw his attention.

The slight twitch in response did not go unnoticed, however his gaze continued to be fixated on the literature in front of him. You, of course, did not mind as much but continued your ministrations to escape your drowsy state.

As time went by, you rose from your laying position and snuggled closer to him, laying your head softly onto his shoulders. You peered over curiously at the pages in front of you. Almost immediately, the words, “Rex Lapis,” neatly printed on the paper caught your eyes. Slightly irked at the fact that Xiao was paying more attention to Zhongli even in this situation, you started slowly tracing his arms with your fingers.

“Stop,” he commanded softly, not sparing a glance at your direction.

You ignored his words, your hands trailing further down to his chest before swiping the book from his hands quickly.

Chuckling to yourself in triumph, you edge yourself towards the other end of the couch, away from him. However, you can’t escape from Xiao. Within seconds, your back is on the sofa with him hovering above you.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you attempted to stretch your arm, with the book in your hands, up to where Xiao couldn’t reach. That attempt was proven to be futile as his body presses you down with his larger one, ceasing all movement. You continued to squirm away from his grip until suddenly Xiao traps both your wrists above your head with one hand, the book slipping away in the process.

Xiao’s free arm cages your head, not allowing you to look away. He slowly lowers himself to your ear, whispering, “Where are you going?”

Hues of pink flushed your cheeks at his husky voice that was so close to you. Suddenly realizing the precarious position you were in, you shifted your eyes away from his gaze and onto his arms. Despite the initial embarrassment, you loved how he cages you with his arms. Ironically, you felt protected and safe.

Not liking that your gaze was averting from his, he gently lifts your chin with his free fingers, “Look at me.”

You quickly followed his command only to meet his darkening gaze. Hypnotized by his eyes, you squirmed once more but this time to get closer to the source of heat above you. “X-xiao, kiss me.”

He obliged quickly, closing the gap between you and swallowing your whimper. His tongue delves between your lips, unhurried and tender. Xiao has one hand up your shirt, stroking the soft skin of your chest as he steals your oxygen. The slow and soft touches were torturous, you started bucking your hips up impatiently. However, before you can get the friction you so desire, he anchors himself up slightly. His arms are still caging your body, but this time he leaves a small space between the both of you. A small smirk etches onto his face as he looks at your needy expression, wanting more of his touch.

You love his strength and his arms caging you.

But he loves your docile self as a result.

ii.

Xiao is very much like the element he holds.

Like the storm, the wind can be very turbulent.

Yet it can also be soft, gently caressing your cheeks as you walk.

He also has a quirk of disappearing and appearing before your eyes randomly.

Much like right now.

You are currently taking a break on the hilltop after a long commission you just finished. Your back rests on the trunk of the tree perched on top of the hill. Its leaves serve as an umbrella, shielding you from the sun's harsh rays. You close your eyes as the gentle breeze wafts through the air, enjoying a peaceful and tranquil time to yourself.

It has been several days since you’ve last seen Xiao as the both of you are quite busy, especially the latter.

At times like these where you are unoccupied with only your own thoughts accompanying you, you find yourself missing Xiao the most.

You close your eyes, his silhouette forming inside your mind as you start to reminiscence the times you’ve shared with each other.

“Xiao...” You whispered unconsciously.

For the next few seconds, only the leaves soft rustling could be heard.

Just then you sensed a presence in front of you. Your instincts kicked in and you hurriedly open your eyes and unsheathed your weapon.

However, it wasn’t a lone hilichurl in front of you like you expected, but the person you longed for the most.

You quickly sheathed back your sword and stood on your feet, a bright smile adorning your face at the sight of Xiao appearing before you. You ran to his awaiting arms, wrapping your arms around him, and leaning your head on his broad chest. He reciprocated the hug, enclosing your body with his arms. It felt like time halted for the both of you, like nothing existed except you two.

You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a slight weight behind your ears. Curiously, you withdrew from his loving arms and directed your attention to his hands.

“Crystalflies for you,” he stated as his right hand were filled with numerous crystalflies, “I caught more than I intended. I hope you don’t mind.”

Happiness surged through your body; your previous loneliness long forgotten as you took the batch of crystalflies from his hands gratefully.

A small smile carved its way to his face, his gaze softening at your ecstatic self. He combed your hair softly with his right hand, “As I thought you look very nice.”

He leaves a quick kiss to your forehead before disintegrating with the wind.

“If you wish to seek me, call out my name.”

iii.

The sharp arrow plunges into your stomach, halting your movements and loosening your grip on your sword. You felt as if your insides were ripped to shreds by a mere arrow due to your carelessness. You were fulfilling a commission which entails you emptying a hilichurl camp. What was thought to be a simple task became a nightmare as you let your guard down when reinforcements came unexpectedly. You scoffed to yourself at your idiocy for ever letting your guard down in a fight.

A sense of dread overcame your senses, your vision blurring momentarily, and you lose footing for a split second.

Flashes of images depicting your moments with Xiao crossed your mind.

You wonder how he was doing at the moment. Probably also fighting demons like he always did.

You wished to see him right now.

With that thought in mind, you gripped your sword firmly with more determination.

A blue magic circle formulates beneath your feet as you send ice shards at the hilichurl sharpshooters hidden within the trees. You ignore the sharp pain of your stomach at your sudden movement, and instead you diverted your attention at the several Mitachurls with axes surrounding you.

“Come at me you assholes.”

The area immediately became colder as shards of ice flew everywhere. Your stamina is decreasing at an alarming rate as you quickly cleared the area with your sword and magic.

You shoved your sword into the last mitachurl when you heard a distant horn in the distance, signifying to you that there were more to come.

You could no longer ignore the pain of your new wounds all over your body and kneeled slightly while clutching at your stomach.

Were you going to die?

No, you couldn’t.

Just then when all hope was lost, the clear blue sky darkens into a gray hue as the wind around you started to pick up ominously.

Could it be?

“Block it."

Reflexively, at the sound of a very familiar voice, you immediately surround yourself with thick shards of ice and braced yourself.

A turbulent force plunged down from the sky, the surrounding area immediately getting hit by explosive wind, rendering all enemies powerless and dead within seconds. The shards of ice protecting you cracked, before crumbling away. You peered up and met the eyes of Xiao, his normally impassive face deforming into one of pure anger.

“Why?” He gritted out, “Why didn’t you call for me?”

“Because I’m strong,” you managed to mutter out. As if to prove your point, you staggered to get on your feet to demonstrate you didn’t need his help despite the pain consuming your senses.

“No, you humans are weak,” he stated harshly, voice icy cold.

You shook your head, ready to retort. However, whether it was the relief of seeing Xiao again or the fact that you survived the whole ordeal, you couldn’t fight the pain of your wounds. You braced yourself for a harsh drop, but instead something soft embraced you.

You couldn’t figure out what it was before you faded into a deep slumber.

iv.

Drifting in and out of consciousness resulted in your inability to depict what was real and what was fake.

Your wounds from that day were proximately fatal and you spent the majority of the day and nights recuperating.

You would dream of getting impaled by several arrows.

Sometimes you would dream of horrific images of ways you could’ve died that day, like you are right now.

However, before the nightmare could get any further, a green butterfly would always spreads its wings, painting the canvas with new colors instead of the dreadful gray and red images.

The nightmare would disintegrate slowly into shards that would evanesce into a better scenario.

You would open your eyes only to be greeted with golden orbs who covered your vision, “Hurry and go back to sleep.”

Those nights you would dream of a green butterfly accompanying you and circumventing you with warmth.

You have come to a startling conclusion that Xiao was ignoring you for weeks.

Xiao often wanders and if he wasn’t at home or wouldn’t appear out of thin air at your call, you couldn’t pinpoint where he is.

Rummaging through your head, you couldn’t come up with a decisive moment where it led to this.

Clutching onto your soft blanket, you pulled it closer to you for warmth. The spot on the bed adjacent to you felt even more emptier than before.

For weeks you endeavored to dissuade yourself from coming up with the revelation that he doesn’t want to see you. You continued your everyday obligations, diverting yourself with dispiriting thoughts that plagued your mind. Unfortunately, you were at your breaking point, the rain pitter-pattered against your windows made the atmosphere even more dejecting.

Tears formulated at the corner of your eyes and leaks reluctantly down your cheeks.

“Xiao,” you called out softly.

Just then, familiar hands caress your cheeks, wiping away the tears that eluded, “Why are you crying?”

The person you wanted to see the most was now in front of you yet simultaneously was the last person you wanted.

You chuckled monotonously, “Is this a dream?”

Xiao shook his head slightly, hands never once leaving your cheeks. Slight anger submerged within you at his nonchalant attitude as you push his hands away from you. “Why are you here?”

Silence emerged with only the sounds of the rain reverberating around the room. No one moved an inch. You were still sitting up on your bed, clutching onto the white blanket whereas Xiao was standing next to the bedside unnervingly.

You half anticipate him to disintegrate into thin air once more, but what you didn’t expect was him to sit next to you on the bed. He grasps your hands with his, holding it carefully as if you were a porcelain doll ready to shatter at any given moment.

“I don’t deserve you.”

Thousands of rebuttals were ready to be hurled at him, but you waited patiently instead for him to continue. After weeks, you were finally getting some answers.

“One day I might be contaminated with evil itself. These hands...” He trailed off, hands withdrawing from yours.

Your eyes trails from his hands to his face. The moonlight reflecting through the window, illuminates his beautiful face. Now that you gotten a closer look, you realize that he looks tired, worn down from years of torment.

The anger subsided, leaving nothing but love for the man in front of you.

You reach out for his face, lifting him out of his thoughts. Your eyes never left his, hoping to convey your adoration towards the man. You reach out for his rough hands littered with callouses that developed over the years.

You bring his hands to your cheeks, resting on them before leaving a soft kiss onto one of them. “These hands have brought so much happiness. The crystalflies you gathered that day, the soft hands that would comfort me during a nightmare...You’ve done so much.” You crawled onto his lap, resting your forehead on his, hands never once leaving his.

“No matter what, I want to be with you.” With that you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips onto his. Compacted In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, thousands of loving thoughts condensed into this kiss. Your heartbeats resonated in each other’s ears, and you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictively he invaded all your senses. You continue to place soft kisses to convey how much you love him, before slowly, detaching yourself from his embrace and resting your forehead against his, “Even if my time is short...”

The two of you remain in the comfort of each other's arms, with only the wind reverberating against the window in this long night. Instead of an everlasting adepti and an ordinary human, it was just Xiao and you, hearts connected. The sand in the hourglass can’t be stopped until it reaches its end, but for now you will enjoy the flow with the person you love most.

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petersshirts · 4 years

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Honey / tom holland

summary: a summer day in Greece and you make tom feel some kind of way

words: 1330

A/N: this is something to cheer you up in those dark times, i hope you enjoy.

(i actually wrote something after one year and i’m pretty proud of myself lol)

Sun rays tickled your nose and you slowly opened your eyes and blinked, trying to adjust to the bright light. For a few seconds, you tried to remember where you were, and when you heard the calm breaths next to you with the birds singing outside, you knew exactly where you were.

You looked over to your right where there was a boy sleeping, a slight smile on his lips while his eyes were fluttering. You could only smile, feeling completely at peace in this moment. For once, it felt like you weren’t losing time. For once, everything was just perfect.

You didn’t notice that the chocolate-haired boy next to you had opened his eyes and was now watching you, the smile on his lips growing even bigger than yours, remembering the same thing just as you.

„Morning, beautiful.“ His morning voice pulled you out of your day dream and your eyes fixated on your boyfriend, a grin on your lips.

„Mornin’ sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?“

„Always when I’m next to you.“ He opened his arm so you could cuddle up next to him, a sigh leaving both of your lips.

„I love this so much, Tom.“ You mumbled into his warm skin, closing your eyes to appreciate the moment even more.

„Me too, baby. Nothing to worry about. Nobody to disturb us.“ You hummed in response and cuddled even closer, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend.

It had been a long time since the two of you had felt this free. After six months of work and pure stress for the two of you, there had finally been a slot for your summer getaway. When Tom had mentioned that he had three weeks off a couple months ago, you immediately booked a plane and a little cabin far away from London, far away from work.

And that’s where you were now. On a little island in Greece, with lovely people all around you and a delicious smell of oranges in the air. You never wanted to leave. You had only arrived last night and it already felt like all the pressure had been lifted.

Tom had left his work phone at home, meaning that no work mails could reach him. This was your time together, and no one could take that from you.

„What do you wanna do today?“ Tom murmured in your ear, his raspy morning voice definitely doing things to you. You ignored your heightened senses, knowing that Tom was still exhausted from last night. Plus, you wanted to explore the island.

„We could take the scooter and drive around the island? Find all the good spots for the next weeks?“ Tom grinned at you, loving how you were just as adventurous as him. The two of you had been very spontaneous when you had found this AirBnB on the internet, but you had instantly fallen in love with it and booked it straight away.

Tom couldn’t complain - the house was on a cliff right by the sea, giving you a spectacular view to the other islands, leaving him excited for adventures. He just couldn’t wait to spend all this time with his loved one.

„Come on then, let’s get breakfast.“ And with that, he took your hand and helped you up to find a café around the island to satisfy his need for coffee.

An hour later, you had found a coffee shop right by the sea, that was full of people, laughing and talking, giving you a warm feeling. It had been such a long time since you could finally let go of all the tasks in your head. It had never been easy for you to disconnect yourself from work while at home and Tom was just the same.

You ordered two coffees and sat down on a bench where you could watch the waves crash at the cliffs. The two of you were quiet - it was a comfortable silence. The two just took everything in; the happiness and the care-free mindset settled around you.

When you finished your delicious breakfast, the two of you started your adventure around the island. Before you left for your vacation, you didn’t have a chance to read a travel guide due to work, but at this moment you didn’t care. It was even more exciting to find these places all on your own - somehow, it felt lie a little secret to you even though there were a few other tourists around here.

You spent the morning driving along the coast with a scooter they had at your small house and settled into a restaurant with delicious fish for Lunch. Tom took your hand while you waited for your food, grinning at you.

„This was the best idea ever, babe.“ You grinned back at him, knowing how much he enjoyed to finally spend some time alone with you.

„I know.“ Your grin was cheeky and Tom could only chuckle, loving your care-free attitude.

His work had always been more fun to him than actual work, but he knew how stressful you got while working. For you, it somehow never stopped. He was just happy to finally get away from England to enjoy some time with you in the sun. And maybe do some other things in bed that he had thought about for a long time.

After Lunch, you drove into the up-country. A local had told you at Lunch that there was a beautiful olive grove only thirty minutes away from the sea. You had always wanted to see one (if you haven’t watched Mamma Mia and seen the olive groves, go DO IT), knowing the beautiful tracks through the grove only from pictures.

You squeezed Toms’ waist while the warm wind was blowing through your hair. Tom concentrated on the road while driving, but a smile never left his lips. This must be paradise.

You found the grove on a small hill where you parked the scooter and walked through the olive trees hand in hand. It was completely quiet, you could only hear the wind rattling the trees and a few birds singing. You didn’t even notice that Tom let go of your hand as you continued walking, eyes lit up with happiness.

Tom watched you in awe, his eyes fixated on your figure. He tried to take it all in, but it felt like his heart was gonna burst. You turned around towards him, your eyes meeting his. Honey met chocolate. And in that moment, Tom knew.

He slowly started walking towards you but right before you, he dropped to one knee. Your eyes widened in surprise, trying to process what was going on. But Tom just smiled, knowing that this was the right thing to do. He would always choose you, over everything else. Even in the chaos at home, even at your worst and especially in this beautiful olive grove.

„Y/N, I love you. I didn’t even think about this before today, but there’s just you. It will always be you.“ Toms’ voice was shaking but everything was just so clear at that moment. Everything made sense. And then he realises that he didn’t even have a ring.

You noticed his shocked expression, but before you could say anything, Tom continued his speech.

„I actually don’t have a ring right now because this is really spontaneous but would you please do me the honour and marry me?“

„Yes, a hundred times yes!!“ You croaked the words out and fell into Toms’ arms, soaking his shirt. Tom only pulled you closer, his heart pumping really fast. But you slowly pulled away to press a kiss to his lips, his tongue meeting yours.

Tom moaned into the kiss, knowing that this was right. This was the perfect time. Perfect place. Honey and Chocolate were finally one.

I’M BACK BITCHES

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mork-lee-bee · 4 years

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Broken Lovers IV

Summary: Y/n is a hopeless romantic in love with someone who will never love her back and Jaehyun is helplessly in love with someone who only continues to hurt him over and over again, sounds like a match made in heaven right?

Pairings: CollegeStudent!Jaehyun X CollegeStudent!Y/N X CollegeStudent!Jaemin

Warnings: toxic relationships, toxic behavior, gas lighting, making you question your perception and memory, cursing but not excessively

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Word count: 2k

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You brought a fist up hesitantly, unsure whether you should knock or not, you aren’t even sure you have the right room. But you brought your fist against the door knocking to let them know you were here. A few seconds after the initial knock the door swings open almost hitting you in the face.

“I’m sorry!” you’re met with Jaemin’s Panicked face clearly not knowing you were that close to the door.

“It’s okay Jaemin,” You smile up at him before he grabs onto your wrist yanking you inside the classroom lightly. You take a glance around the class, there are different groups of people talking and smiling, one girl has a very heavy and expensive-looking camera and you can also see her arms are completely covered in tattoos and her hair has a variety of blue streaks in it making her stand out.

“This is the photography classroom, we use it for our club, of course, the teacher Mrs.Choi is here to make sure we don’t destroy her class,” Jaemin explains pointing to the woman who had caught your eye for her appearance.

You look around the room and the pictures on the wall taken by all kinds of people as you spot one in particular that you were interested in, in the picture, there was a blue butterfly that had landed on some type of log and you just thought it was a beautiful picture. Jaemin follows your line of sight to the photo hanging as he makes note of your interest in the picture.

“You must be Jaemin’s new recruit he’s been telling me about,” someone breaks your attention as you turn to the voice smiling nervously.

“The coffee girl,” Mrs.Choi smiles as you feel your ears redden with embarrassment as you twist a piece of your hair between your fingers, the woman’s voice was oddly soothing and quiet which contrasts her very loud appearance.

“Hey, Mrs.Choi, yeah this is ____,” Jaemin introduces you nudging you lightly to shake her hand which she had extended which you do.

“So what brings you to our club, why are you interested in photography?” She asks as Jaemin pats you on the back before leaving you to talk as he goes to greet and talk with the other club members.

“I want to get better, and I just find it so beautiful,” You keep it simple glancing back over to that butterfly picture and then talking some more.

“Jaemin will be a great help then, he’s very talented and has a good eye, he took that photo,” Mrs.Choi stands walking over to the wall before taking a picture off the wall leaving an odd empty spot before showing off the photo, it shows a very beautiful clearing in a wooded area and light hitting the freshly rained on area. You look at it in awe, Jaemin is extremely talented and clearly this meant a lot to him.

“HEY, sorry I’m late,” Someone announces as the door opens to reveal a very tall male with brown hair, he was dressed in a pair of jeans and a very simple gray hoodie, the voice felt familiar but you couldn’t figure it out, maybe it was just in passing you had heard it.

Johnny had struggled to get the door to the photography class open, his camera bag in one hand and iced coffee in the other as he managed to carefully twist the doorknob before pushing it open and announcing his late arrival to the dismay of some of the people.

A girl almost instantly looks up and meets his eyes blushing as she turns away before she fiddles with her camera taking a couple of test pictures. Johnny’s eyes locked with yours after a few minutes of looking around the room. It didn’t feel like a coincidence that you were here. Johnny made his way over to where you’re sat with Mrs.Choi talking before chiming in himself.

“Hey! You’re new here right?” Johnny raises an eyebrow before taking a sip of his coffee, you give the boy a smile nodding.

“Yeah, it’s my first day,” You explain and Johnny immediately realizes you don’t recognize him, you had your eyes fixated on the ground when he met you and you were in a rush so you weren’t taking note of him but he definitely was of you and he had a million thoughts.

“Yeah? Well, I hope you stick around, everyone is pretty welcoming,” Johnny smiles down at you, he’s a tower and you couldn’t believe his height.

“I know, Jaemin offered to help me out and teach me some things,” Your gaze drifts from Johnny to the blue-haired Boy who is laughing with someone before you look back up to the male. His mind is turning and thinking as he slowly develops a plan in his mind almost like a picture developing it slowly appears.

“Hey, Johnny,” A girl approaches the table her head down as she pulls Johnny away to talk about something you’re unable to hear before Mrs.Choi starts talking again.

“I think you’ll like it here, it’s all about angles, See when I look at a photo I might see a whale but in your eyes, you could see a butterfly, it’s all about perception,” Mrs.Choi explains smiling before she gets up patting you on the back and rejoining a different group leaving you to think about her words a bit confused but understanding it simply as to take a photo you have to find the best angle.

“Hey Coffee girl!” Jaemin smiles rushing over to where you are before engulfing you in a hug, his scent hitting you like a truck as he squeezes you tightly. Confused you raise an eyebrow at the sudden affection but that doesn’t stop the pounding in your chest and warmth that engulfs your face.

“What was that for?” You ask meekly barely speaking above a whisper as he shrugs slinging an arm over your shoulder.

“I don’t know, I kind of just like hugs,” He ruffles your hair lightly making you groan.

“You’re cute,” Jaemin pinches your cheek while you pout but don’t disagree.

Rep after rep after rep. Jaehyun is giving his all exerting as much energy as he can as he takes his confusion and confliction out on his body pushing himself.

Jaehyun lets out a breath as sweat drops down his entire body, he is drenched, hair sticking to his forehead as he checks his Apple Watch before taking a seat. Taking a break before his next set as he unscrews the cap of his water before downing it. With every movement, he feels his mind clearing up and better in general. That doesn’t take away from the many memories that came flooding his mind.

Heejin watched in annoyance as Jaehyun packed up his gym bag, placing a towel, water bottle, and other necessities inside it. Her phone vibrated with a text but she ignored it as her eyes watched her boyfriend’s figure. She cleared her throat to announce her presence in his room as she drove herself all the way over to the frat house to Yuta’s dismay as soon as he saw her smirking in the doorway.

“What are you doing?” She asks smiling sweetly before entering his room completely and him turning around to meet her eyes.

“Hey baby, I’m just getting ready to go to the gym. I didn’t know you were coming over,” He smiles going over and placing a sweet kiss on her forehead.

“Well, I texted you so you should have known.” She rolls her eyes when he turns his back to continue only to put on the smile when he turns back to her.

“Oh, well I didn’t get a text you’re free to stay and wait till I get back,” Jaehyun zips up the bag taking a glance around to make sure he’s not forgetting anything

“I know you did. Anyways why don’t you just stay with me?” Heejin tugs at Jaehyun’s arm pleading with the boy. Her voice came out as more of a demand which Jaehyun shook off laughing.

“How do you expect me to keep up my body that you love if I don’t go to the gym?” Jaehyun cocks an eyebrow smiling at his girlfriend who clung to him like a child.

“Then bring me with you,” Heejin let’s go, her arms crossed and a pout on her face.

“You hated it last time you tagged along saying that it smelled like sweat,” Jaehyun points out as he picks up his gym bag swinging it over his shoulder.

“Ugh fine then. I guess I’m not as important as the gym then.” She faces away from him coldly.

“You know that’s not true.” Jaehyun places a hand on her shoulder only for her to shrug it off with ease and walk further away.

“No, it’s fine! Maybe you’ll find a new girl who likes the gym and you can just leave me!” She swings her arms around exaggerated, she’s getting worked up.

“Hey, why are you acting like this? You know I love you,” Jaehyun frowns, walking over to her slowly trying to calm her down by not raising his voice at her.

“If you did, why would you want to leave me?” She accuses almost hissing it out at him.

“I’m just going to the gym Heejin,” Jaehyun groans in annoyance.

“Just go tomorrow, stay today,” She sighs, making Jaehyun out to be a bad boyfriend for not wanting to spend time with his beautiful girlfriend.

“Fine I guess we can compromise, but don’t complain tomorrow please?” Jaehyun asks as she runs over, giving him a kiss on the cheek wrapping her arms behind his head.

“No promises Jae,” Heejin whispers before kissing his lips to prevent him from asking her the same questions.

“Maybe we can do some exercise of our own unless you’d rather go to the gym?” Heejin asks trailing her lips up his neck and kissing right behind his ear eliciting a deep groan and she can’t help but smirk over the power she has, the control.

“I like that idea,” Jaehyun smiles, his dimples showing as he drops his bag back onto the ground picking her up with ease as she wraps her legs around his waist before he moves over to the bed.

Beep beep, Jaehyun’s watch goes off letting him know to continue onto the next set. He shakes the memory away but glances at his phone for a second as if she would call at any minute her annoyed voice asking every ten minutes if he was done yet.

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blu-joons · 5 years

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BTS Reaction: He Looks After You Whilst You Have Surgery

Jin:

He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, flashing you a comforting smile.

You nodded as Jin drove out from the house, heading for the hospital. “I think I’m alright, I know the surgery is going to make my ankle better, so it’s going to be worth it.”

“I’ll be there for you throughout it all.” The sun had barely risen as your four o’clock alarm woke you. “It’s not too long of a procedure either, and then once it’s done, you’ll be pain free.”

“I know, plus, it means you’ll have to look after me for the next few days and cook me any meals I want.”

His eyes rolled, chuckling at the smirk on your face. “I will look after you, and cook for you, as long as you look after yourself. No trying to run before you can walk.”

“I can agree to that.” He raised your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I just think I’m too tired to understand what’s fully happening right now.”

“It’s your fault I’m up at four in the morning, I blame you for all of this.”

“Hey! Just be quiet and drive, you’re not the one having surgery.” He winked across at you, nudging your shoulder.

“Very true, but you’ll be absolutely fine jagi.”

Yoongi:

The anaesthesia soon set in as you felt yourself go limp in Yoongi’s grip. He smiled down at you as your eyelids fluttered shut and then open.

“I’ll be right here waiting for when you get back jagi, everything is going to be just fine. I’ll be thinking of you.”

His lips pressed to the top of your head, letting go of you so you could relax on your hospital bed. “Yoongi, don’t leave me.”

“Hey,” he cooed, stroking your hair, “I’m not going anywhere, don’t get yourself worked up. I’m not going to move from this chair, I promise you.”

You nodded, trying to reach for his arm, but you were too tired to do so. “Kiss,” you whispered, your eyelids slowly shutting,

He leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to your pouted lips, and then to your forehead. “Just stay calm, everything is going to be alright.” He took your hand as you slipped unconscious, the nurses around you doing their final checks before taking you to theatre.

He tried not to panic, but it broke his heart seeing you like this. The room fell silent as an oxygen mask was placed over you.

He smiled softly, whispering quickly, “I love you,” before watching you be wheeled away.

Hoseok:

His hand linked in with yours the entire time, eyes fixated on your body for any sudden movements. At first, he noticed your fingers twitching, followed by a small smile, finally your eyes opening.

“Hey,” he smiled, leaning forwards to kiss you softly, “how are you feeling?”

“Good…I think.” You chuckled, looking down to see a cast around your leg. “Did it go okay?”

He nodded, shuffling to sit on the bed beside you. “They said it went perfectly, it couldn’t have gone any better if they wanted it to.”

“How are you?” You asked, brushing the side of his face softly with your hand, cupping his dimpled cheek.

“I’m better now that I know you’re safe. I’ll have you up on your feet in no time, I’ll be your personal doctor, looking after you.”

“I could get used to that,” you joked, kissing his lips softly. “Actually, do you think you could get me a drink of water or something, I’m really thirsty.”

He rolled his eyes, standing up to grab a bottle of water. “You’ve barely been awake five minutes and you’re already making demands.”

“Stop picking on me, I’m injured.” You pouted making him chuckle, throwing the bottle of water at you. “Rude.”

“I’m going to let that slide as the medication, must still be messing with that cute brain of yours.”

Namjoon:

You sat up on your bed, stretching your shoulder a tad. Namjoon jumped at the movement, sitting up, holding onto the side of your bed.

“Namjoon, I’m fine, it’s just an ache, what are you jumping at?”

“Sorry,” he whispered shamefully, “just wanted to make sure everything was fine.”

He rested his hand over the strapping on your shoulder, brushing along your bare skin with his thumb. “I’m just worried about you, I know you’ve had the pain relief, but it’s not always effective, I read in a study somewhere.”

“Joon,” you whispered, taking a hold of his hand, “I’ve had surgery, the worst part is over, I’m thankful you’re worried, truly, but just take a moment to breathe, I am absolutely fine.”

“I know, you’re right, my girl is made of strong stuff, it’s going to take a lot more than a little surgery to knock her down.”

“Exactly, and with you looking after me, I know I will be fine. You’ll get sick of the sight of me soon, constantly hanging around with you.”

He shook his head, a little chuckle escaping. “I could never get bored of your gorgeous face, I love you jagi.”

“I love you too Joonie.”

Jimin:

You hadn’t even realised what was happening, it was only when his small hands brushed under your eyes did you realise that you were crying.

Jimin laid beside you as you awaited your surgery, poking the IV line in your hand. “Nervous?” He asked, resting his hand over your other hand.

Your head nodded, “petrified.”

“You don’t need to be, it’s only a minor procedure, they’re all professionals, you’re in the safest hands.” His arm draped over your shoulders, pulling you into him with a kiss on the head. “Please don’t cry, it breaks my heart.”

“I’m sorry Jimin, you must think I’m such a baby.”

“Of course, not sweetheart. I’m a little bit nervous for you too, but I know everything will be fine, those doctors are going to take the best care of you.”

You nodded, feeling his head rest on top of yours. “I’m fine,” you smiled, wiping the last of your tears away, “everything will be fine.”

“Exactly, I understand it’s a scary thought, it’s only natural to worry, just know that I’ll be here through it all, when you leave, when you wake up, I’ll be right by your side.”

“Thank you for coming to support me and look after me today, I couldn’t face this without you.”

“You’re welcome jagi, I’ll never let you face anything alone.”

Taehyung:

The door swung open, your doctor sitting down with a clipboard in hand. He studied the cast around your ankle briefly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Well, Y/N, you’ll be pleased to know everything went perfectly, and you are now well on the way to recovery.”

“Thank you, doctor.” You smiled, feeling Tae squeeze your hand. “Where do we go from here?”

He handed Tae a piece of paper of all the pain relief you need to take. “With the help of your boyfriend here, we’ll have you doing some physiotherapy, they’ll be some medication to take of course, which we trust you will take.”

“I’ll be keeping a very close eye on her,” Tae interjected, smiling widely at you.

“I have to say, we’ve never had such a nervous boyfriend, your boyfriend was incredibly worried about you Y/N, he’s barely been able to sit still.”

“Really? Taehyung that’s so cute.”

Tae blushed, looking down at the floor, trying to hide his crimson glow. You chuckled, poking his tummy a few times to force him to look at you. “Did you cry?”

“No,” he mumbled shamefully, but the laugh of the doctor told you otherwise. “Alright, maybe a little.”

“Oh Tae, you are adorable darling.”

Jungkook:

Your hands intertwined, his squeezing yours gently. His eyes scanned your figure, all the wires and machinery terrified him as he watched on helplessly.

“I’ll be here when you wake up,” he informed you, kissing the back of your hand. “Everything is going to go well; you’ll be out of here in a few hours and then we can lay down in bed and watch all the movies in the world.”

“You can go home or to the studio for awhile if you want, it’s going to be a couple of hours.”

“No,” he forcefully replied. “I’m not going anywhere; I want to be here as soon as you come out of theatre. Or, if anything happens, which it won’t, I want to be around.”

You weren’t sure who was more nervous of your surgery. You’d prepared yourself for it over the past few days whilst Jungkook became more anxious as he watched it all unfold.

“I’m beginning to feel quite tired,” you complained, “this anaesthesia really knocks it out of you.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what it’s supposed to do,” he chuckled, “have all those drugs gone to your head already?”

“No,” you giggled, “I feel on top of the world.”

Your delirious state made him smile, pressing a kiss to your lips as you began to doze off.

“See you on the other side jagi.”

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punkrockmads · 4 years

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Close Call

Chapter 5

Yara, Lev and I are riding our bikes through the neighborhood. It's a peaceful afternoon. The sun is shining and a light breeze rustles through the treetops. Manny and Abby are at work so the three of us decided to hang out and enjoy the sunshine. We're coming to a stop sign when I get this feeling of dread. I look just ahead of us, noticing a young boy walking in the street... and a car coming towards him. Something in me snapped and I jumped off my bike, running toward the kid with Yara and Lev rushing behind me. The car isn't stopping. Why isn't the car stopping?!

"Kid! Move!" I yell as loud as I can, but the kid doesn't even notice. The car keeps moving. Closer and closer. I keep running, thinking only about getting the boy out of the way. "No!" I scream. I can hear Yara and Lev shouting but I can't make out what they're saying as I run into the road and shove the kid out of the way and onto the sidewalk. The sound of the car's screeching brakes make me panic, realizing what's about to happen. Before I can even react, the car smashes into me and I fall to the ground, head hitting the road. My ears ring loudly and my vision blurs slightly as I reach to touch the right side of my head. Something wet... I pull my hand away, seeing it covered in blood. Pain shoots through my entire body as Yara and Lev rush to my side, looks of pure horror and panic on their faces. I try to sit up but Yara holds me down, leaning over me. She's saying something...

As I try to focus on what she's saying, the ringing slowly dies down. "It's okay. Just stay down. You're gonna be okay." Yara coos, a warm hand on my cheek.

"The boy..." I mumble, almost too quiet for Yara to hear, especially when the driver is talking on the phone with 911.

"He's okay." Yara says, trying to smile. Her hair drapes down like silky black curtains shielding her face. "He's okay. You saved him." I close my eyes, trying to hide from the sunlight that makes my massive headache worse. Yara puts a hand on my other cheek, cupping my face. "No, no, no. Keep your eyes on me, Maddy. Stay with me." I open my eyes again, despite my inner protests, and gaze up at Yara. A small, clear droplet falls from her face onto the ground beside me. Is she... is she crying? I'm completely unaware of the sirens in the distance.

"Don't leave." I whisper, placing a hand over one of hers. I'm not sure why I feel the need to say it, but I know I need her to stay with me. "I'm scared. It hurts." I sniffle, letting a few of my own tears fall. Everything hurts. I can't pinpoint any exact injuries because everything feels injured.

"I won't leave you." Yara promises. It's then that I notice a few men moving to lift me onto a stretcher. I panic when Yara lets go of my face so they can move me. Yara senses it immediately, grabbing my hand. I try so hard to turn my head and look at her but it hurts too much. "It's okay, Madison. I'm right here." Yara squeezes my hand, my heart rate slowing a bit. I'm lifted into the back of an ambulance, Yara and Lev climbing in with me. Yara never lets go of my hand. I focus on controlling my breathing and keeping my eyes on her but I get really tired and eventually fall asleep.

*MANNY'S POV*

I'm just finishing changing a patient's catheter when another nurse walks into the room. I smile at her and she asks me to step out of the room with her for a minute. I nod, following her out into the hallway.

"What's up, Rose?" I ask my coworker. She gives me a pitiful smile... bad news.

"Manny, your sister's on her way to the hospital." Rose pauses, clearly seeing I don't understand what the problem is. Maddy visits the hospital all the time and even helps Abby and I with patients now and then. "She's been in an accident." She explains. I feel my heart drop into my stomach, eyes going wide. No. No, not her. This can't be happening.

"What happened?" I ask, trying to keep my composure. It's not working. I think I'm going to be sick.

"She was hit by a car." Oh, God. "Her injuries don't look too serious but she did fracture her wrist. We can't be sure of anything else till she gets here."

"Oh my God." I mumble, covering my mouth with my hand and looking to the floor. Rose puts a hand on my shoulder, making me look back at her.

"She saved a five year old boy." I look at her, completely shocked and confused. "She jumped in front of a car to save a little boy. He would not have survived if she hadn't done that." My sister is a hero. I want to feel proud but I'll save that for when I know she's okay.

I remember she was supposed to be hanging out with Yara and Lev today. "Are Yara and Lev okay?" I ask, folding my arms over my chest.

"They're okay." Rose nods. "They're on their way with Maddy now. They'll be able to stay with her." I sigh, closing my watery eyes and nodding. "Do you want me to cover the rest of your shift so you can go see her?"

I contemplate it for a moment but I know Maddy wouldn't like if I stopped taking care of people who need me. "No, it's okay." I decide. "She'll be pissed if I do. Can you... can you have Abby take care of her? She has a pretty empty schedule and Maddy trusts her." Rose nods, patting my shoulder before turning and walking away.

"Oh, Maddy." I mumble to myself. "What did you do?"

*MADDY'S POV*

"Ow..." I groan, waking up to find myself laying in a hospital bed. The pain has dulled down quite a bit but it's still present. My right wrist is in a cast. It's dark outside, the room is lit up by a small lamp in the corner to my right. To my left, Yara is sitting in a chair, sleeping peacefully, hand holding mine. I squeeze her hand using the bit of strength I have and she shifts, eyes opening slowly. She turns and looks at me with a wide smile when she sees me awake.

"Hi." Yara whispers, leaning closer to me. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay." I take a deep breath, noticing the slight ache in my side. "How bad is it?"

"Bruised lung, couple cracked ribs, fractured wrist and a concussion. No stitches, though so I guess that's a plus." Yara lists. I touch the side of my head to feel a thick bandage probably covering up the gash. "You could've died." She tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.

"That little boy would've died if I didn't do anything." I say. "I couldn't let that happen."

"You're a hero, Mads." Yara says. "But seriously... never do that again."

"I don't make promises I can't keep." I tease with a grin. Yara rolls her eyes, kissing the tip of my nose with a warm smile. For a moment, all of my pain vanishes at her touch. "Where's Lev?" I ask, noticing her brother isn't with her. She looks down and I follow her gaze to see a familiar sleeping boy on the floor, curled up with a blanket and pillow.

"He didn't wanna leave, either." Yara explain, nudging Lev awake with her foot. "Lev. C'mon." Lev sits up and blinks at me a few times before he realizes I'm awake. He scrambles off the floor and hugs me with a giant grin on his face. "Hey, careful!" Yara warns.

"I can't believe you did that!" Lev mumbles into my shoulder. I let go of Yara's hand to wrap my good arm around him, looking at Yara with an assuring smile to let her know I'm okay. "Oh my gosh." Lev sits up. "I'm supposed to go tell Manny you're up!" And with that, he speeds out of the room. I look back at Yara. I can tell she wants something but doesn't want to ask, her lips are pursed and her eyes are fixated on her hands that are resting in her lap.

"Yara..." I mumble, reaching to take her hand once more. "Lay with me?" She looks at me, a bit of confusion mixed with worry. I scoot to the right, making a space for Yara. The hospital bed isn't exactly big, but it's the perfect size for the two of us to lay in together.

"I don't wanna hurt you." Yara says, a tiny frown on her lips.

"You won't. I promise." At this, Yara lights up a little and sighs, giving in. She stands up, pulling back the covers and crawling in, careful not to jostle me around or bump any monitors or IVs. When she's laying under the covers, I shift to lay on my side, cuddling into her. Yara wraps her arms around me delicately, hesitant to put too much pressure on my aching body. I hide my face in the crook of her neck, wrapping a leg around hers and carefully resting my injured arm on her torso. "You can hold me, Yara." I hum, looking at the wall mounted TV to see Bolt is on. Someone probably turned it on for Lev. It's cool I have the same favorite movie as him. I could watch this movie about a loyal dog and his owner for days and be perfectly happy.

Hesitantly, Yara holds me tighter, relaxing when she finds no sign of discomfort. "You really scared me, Maddy." She says after a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry." I mumble, leaning up to kiss her cheek.

"It's okay." Yara says with a hint of a smile in her gentle tone. "I'm just glad you're alright." She kisses my forehead before we turn our attention back to the movie. She's so warm. A few minutes later, Lev comes back with Manny and Abby. They're both still in their uniforms. Manny immediately rushes to my side.

"Thank God you're okay." He breathes, kneeling beside the bed and scanning my face as though he's trying to prove to himself that I'm here and alive. He touches my cheek, another way to prove that I'm not a zombie or something. "Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah, actually." I respond. "A little sore but... okay." Manny sighs.

"I'm proud of you for saving that boy." Manny starts. "But, if you ever do that again, I'll kill you." I know the last part is a joke because of the way his lips curve into a teasing smile. I flick his nose and he backs away, rubbing at it with a small chuckle.

"What happened to the kid?" I ask.

"His mom came out after hearing the ambulance sirens." Abby speaks up, standing by Yara. "Apparently her son figured out how to unlock the front door and she was in the middle of ordering a cover for the handle when he got out. She doesn't know how to repay you."

"How about get that damn cover?" I joke. Abby laughs, lightly.

"You saved a little boy's life today." Abby says. "That's something no mother could ever repay you for."

"And, like I said, we're very proud of you. But never ever do something like that again." Manny says. I nod, giving him a tiny smile. "Okay, you need to sleep." Manny stands up. "You're being released in the morning."

"I can stay... right?" Yara asks. Manny looks to Abby for confirmation.

"I don't see why not." Abby shrugs. I smile, glad I won't be alone here.

"Can I stay, too?" Lev asks. Abby shakes her head and Lev deflates a bit.

"No way." Manny says, lifting Lev onto his shoulders. "You have to help me decorate Maddy's room for when she gets back!"

"Can we use balloons?" Lev's voice is hesitant.

"Absolutely!" Manny laughs.

"... I guess I'm okay with this." Lev decides. Abby snorts and Yara and I chuckle at Lev's need for balloons.

"Goodnight, you two!" Manny calls, leaving with a cheering Lev.

"Goodnight!" Yara and I call back. Abby just smiles at us before chasing after the two children... well... child and manchild.

"You tired?" I ask Yara once the door is closed.

"Not really." She shakes her head. "You?"

"No." I say. "...Wanna watch the movie again?"

"Definitely." She says with a small laugh, reaching for the remote.

#abby tlou #tlou2 #lev tlou #personal #the last of us 2 #the last of us #manny alvarez #manny tlou #yara tlou

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sayingthesamethings · 4 years

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Through the Camera Lens (Oneshot)

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x GN!Reader

Summary: It’s hard to for (Name) to see the outside world through the small hospital room window from their bed on the other side of the room. Taehyung is determined to close the gap.

Warnings: Hospitalization, mentions of ivs, light angst

Author’s Note: I’ve been really inspired recently for these oneshots. Don’t worry about Magic Shop, I’m just taking a break by writing other content. It’s a nice breath of fresh air for me.

Taehyung thumbed at the rough material of his camera strap. He smiled politely at the nurses and patients he passed by on his way down the long corridor.

The idol wonders to himself if he should’ve brought flowers, but he was quick to remember that (Name) didn’t particularly like the mess they caused last time. Taehyung had also wanted to bring a few stuffed animals to keep (Name) company, but they weren’t allowed on their bed for long, as it would disrupt the ivs and monitor wires.

Taehyung did the next best thing.

“(Name)? It’s me,” Taehyung called out as he gently knocked on the open door. He peeked his head in and smiled at the sight of his significant other eagerly awaiting. “Hey, jagi,” Taehyung greeted cheerily as he slowly approached (Name)’s hospital bed.

“Tae,” (Name) greeted fondly. “You’re early today.” Taehyung pulled the faux leather chair up to their bedside from its position against the pale blue wall. He wanted to sit beside (Name) on their bed, but he was always too scared of pulling a wire or tube.

Taehyung giggled through his boxy grin and replied, “I wanted to see you as soon as possible.”

The smile faltered on (Name)’s lips. “You didn’t get in trouble, right, Tae?” Taehyung earnestly shook his head. He gently cradled one of (Name)’s cold hands in both of his.

“Of course not,” the idol answered and bent down to kiss the knuckle of (Name)’s thumb. “We finished our schedule a little early today. You know Bang PD-nim is okay with this,” Taehyung reminded as he tried to rub some of his warmth into (Name)’s fingertips.

(Name) breathed, “Of course.”

This had been Taehyung’s only request. He wanted full privacy with his jagiya. No bodyguards following him past the front desk, no shooting or photography for any reason by the company, no exposure to the media and press. Taehyung wanted for (Name) to heal and recover in total peace. He wouldn’t use their harrowing time of need to paint himself an image. Bang PD was kind enough to comply with Taehyung’s request so long as the idol worked hard and stuck to his schedule.

Taehyung has been more than willing to agree to the producer’s terms, and worked harder than ever to complete his schedules so that he could go and spend time with his sickly lover.

(Name) gazed lovingly at Taehyung with tired, sunken eyes. They knew that Taehyung was working hard and stretching himself thin between his work and making trips to the hospital to visit them. It took quite some convincing from Taehyung for (Name) to allow themself to be selfish for once and bathe in their boyfriend’s attention. The male had assured (Name) plenty of times that it was okay for them to want to see him after work.

“You brought your camera today,” (Name) noted excitedly. Taehyung nodded and turned the camera on. “Where did you go this time?”

Dismissively, Taehyung said, “We just walked around a field this morning before we went into the studio.” His charcoal eyes became fixated on the screen of his camera as he began scrolling through the gallery. He absently commented, “I’ll get to bring some more exciting ones next week since we’re driving to Incheon for a commercial shoot.”

(Name) frowned and protested, “All of your photos are exciting, Taehyung.” At the sound of his full name, the idol lifted his head to show his curiosity.

“Huh?” Taehyung mumbled dumbly. (Name), with what little strength they had, reached over to squeeze one of Taehyung’s hands, frozen on the camera.

“I love seeing all of your photographs,” (Name) declared with a shallow wrinkle between their eyebrows. Taehyung swallowed stiffly as (Name) continued, “Every single one of them. I love them all. They’re all masterpieces in their own right.”

Taehyung visibly shifted in his seat, and his eyes darted to the side. He licked at his lips nervously.

“Some of them are so boring,” Taehyung argued and pulled up a shot he had taken of an elderly woman standing outside of a corner shop. He whispered, “There’s nothing really there.”

(Name) shook their head and retorted, “But there is. Or else you wouldn’t have taken a picture at that moment.” Taehyung was rendered speechless for a moment. (Name) gently eased the camera out of Taehyung’s limp hands. “I love seeing the world through your eyes. Because you see something special in the littlest of things.”

Taehyung leaned over the edge of the bed and closer to (Name) to look at his photographs together. (Name) suddenly stopped scrolling through on the picture, taken by Jimin, of Taehyung and them celebrating the group’s album release.

“You saw something special in me,” (Name) whispered as their eyes began to water. Taehyung nuzzled his forehead into their temple. “You’re my window to the world, Taehyung.” The male shut his eyes tightly and pressed his lips into a tight line at the slightest hint of strain to (Name)’s voice.

“Anything for you, jagiya,” Taehyung murmured as his free hand cautiously caressed the crown of (Name)’s head. His deep voice helped soothe the pressure building in (Name)’s chest. “Just focus on getting well so we can see it all together,” Taehyung cooed as he planted a firm kiss on the curve of their jaw.

(Name) tittered at the feeling of Taehyung’s lips grazing their cheek. Taehyung hummed happily at the sound and cradled their chin to pull them into a soft kiss. (Name)’s chapped lips were rough against the even texture of his own, but it never bothered him enough to consider pulling away. The idea of showering the love of his life with affection was much more pressing than giving them chapstick.

Pulling away reluctantly, (Name) beamed at their boyfriend before they requested, “Let me see the photos from the field! What were they growing?”

Taehyung chuckled and pulled up said pictures. He watched on as (Name) examined the photos in pure awe and amazement. The idol was more than happy to answer whatever questions his significant other had and rant to them about his thoughts and feelings in the moment.

Eventually, visiting hours would come to an end, and the two would exchange their quiet farewells before the nurses could come to escort the idol out of the room. (Name) would sadly return Taehyung’s camera but not before making their boyfriend promise to bring them more the next time he visited. In return, Taehyung would ask for them to take care of themselves and be good for the nurses.

And so, the curtains would slowly draw close over (Name)’s window to the world. Never for long, though. The morning would come again and with it, Taehyung would arrive to pull back the curtains and show them his world over and over again.

Until the day (Name) could be by his side again.

#kim taehyung x reader #x reader #reader insert #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x gn reader #x gn reader #taehyung x gn reader #kim taehyung x gn!reader #x gn!reader #taehyung x gn!reader

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slashhinginghasher · 4 years

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Midnight Star - Chromeskull x OFC - Part 5: Gratitude

Summary: Marena meets some of the staff. No one gets a good first impression.

This work is on Ao3

It wasn’t the worst night Marena had endured - not by far - but it still sucked. A lot. At some point between the beginning and end of her bout of hysteria, she’d gone from sitting upright to lying sprawled across the concrete floor. Her throat felt raw, her face wet with blood or sweat or tears, or maybe all three, and her limbs didn’t even have the strength to tremble anymore. The room seemed to lurch and sway like the berth of a ship in some terrible storm, like the ship that had taken her away from...

Her stomach clenched violently. She tried to stand, but somehow found herself face down on the ground. Long past any semblance of dignity, she dragged herself in what she hoped was the general direction of the drain she’d seen in the corner. Her fingers brushed cold metal moments before her empty stomach revolted, retching up thin strings of spit and bile. This went on until it didn’t, and then her arms gave out, and she was curled up on her side, and her brains were probably leaking out through her eyes and nose.

She felt… split. Outside of herself. Like there were two of her, one limp on the floor and choking on occasional hiccups of laughter, the other suspended in air and looking dispassionately upon her wretched counterpart. An abyss was opening in the back of her skulls, filled with the fog and static of greyspace. Her heads throbbed, the gaping emptiness yawning wider and wider with each pulse.

The lights snapped on like a dagger to her eyes. She tried to flinch but couldn’t figure out which body to move. There was a sense of motion, of lifting. She swatted blindly at the hands grabbing at her with all the strength of a milk-drunk kitten, digging her nails in when they encountered soft skin. A sharp pinch in the crook of her elbow. Marena tasted blood and fell back into the grey.

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Two black-haired girls stood face-to-face in a stark grey void, twin reflections like a mirror. The one on the left shivered in a threadbare linen shift.

“Please.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Help me.”

The one on the right stood silent, stoic in her heavy hooded cloak.

“Then let me die,” the Left One pled.

The Right One pushed back her hood, letting the cloak fall to the floor. Her flesh was cracked like porcelain, meat and bone showing through the larger gaps. Black blood oozed slowly from the wounds like tar..

“This is nothing but what you deserve.” Blood dripped from her mouth and eyes.

The Left One shuddered as her skin began to crack in patterns mirroring the Right One’s. Orange firelight glowed in the fissures, burning brighter by the second. Black smoke seeped from the Left One’s wounds, poured from her mouth and nose. The Right One bled faster.

They reached for each other, and crumbled to dust the moment before their fingers touched.

***

She was handcuffed to a hospital bed. An IV was in her arm. And she was clean. She could feel, without opening her eyes, that someone had scrubbed away all the sweat and dirt, bandaged her cuts, even neatly combed her hair. And it was that, out of everything she’d been subjected to over the past few days, that almost broke her.

Marena was no stranger to abuse. She was deeply familiar with it, almost used to it, if one could ever get used to the kind of violence she’d survived. She knew how to switch herself off during a beating, how to hold back the pain until she could get to a safe (as if safety was something she’d ever known) place to lick her wounds. But the thought of having such tenderness inflicted upon her, especially while she was unconscious and vulnerable, made her want to rip her skin off. People were never gentle without ulterior motives, and she felt sick thinking about what those motives might be.

An impatient shifting drew her attention to the man sitting in the chair next to her bed. He was unfamiliar to her. Unlike SkullBitch, this one had a full head of hair, a wicked Glasgow grin across his pretty-boy face, and although he was sitting, Marena could tell he was a normal human height, unlike his freakish giant of an associate.

“Sleeping Beauty awakes at last!” One thing Marena had learned fairly early on was that Americans were obsessed with referencing fairytale princesses in daily conversation. It annoyed the shit out of her every single time. She fixed the man with a blankly impassive stare and waited. His smug grin shrank with each passing second of silence until he looked as irritated as she felt.

Good. No one gets to enjoy themselves, suka.

“You’re not his usual type,” he said, switching tactics. He dragged his gaze over her, but it felt impersonal, like a farmer at the meat market. “Not sure if that makes your chances better or worse.” His smile held a malicious edge this time as he leaned in conspiratorially. “You’re his new Veronica.”

Marena lunged at him, teeth snapped shut a scant inch from the tip of his nose as he jerked back. She hadn’t really been trying to get him; she just wanted him out of her face. The brief flash of panic in his eyes was a nice little bonus, though. He shot to his feet with a poisonous glare, trying to look menacing, but he was too much of an open book to be a real threat, even though Marena’s hands were literally tied.

“You little--”

“Preston!” The sharp voice startled both of them. A short brunette stood in the doorway, a lanky figure in scrubs hovering behind her. “You aren’t authorized to be in here. Leave. Now.” To Marena’s surprise, Preston, as he was apparently called, didn’t argue. He gave Marena one more murderous look, then stalked out of the room with his fists clenched at his sides. The small woman sighed once and smoothed a non-existent wrinkle from her slacks.

“Sorry about him. He’s a pain in the ass.” The woman strode forward with a placid smile that reminded Marena of Dr. Call Me Linda, the “let’s be friends even though you have at least five reasons to kill me” smile. She stopped next to Preston’s vacated chair and folded her hands behind her. “My name is Spann. How are you feeling?”

Of all the dumb fucking… Marena couldn’t have formulated a response to that if she’d wanted to. Unfazed by the lack of response, Spann continued.

“You had a nasty concussion, as well as--”

“Stop.”

“Excuse me?” To Spann’s credit, her courteous expression barely wavered.

“I don’t give a fuck what’s wrong with me. Just shut up.”

Spann was probably excellent at poker.

“I know this is a difficult situation for you, but after your little stunt in the basement, a little gratitude wouldn’t be out of place.”

This bitch is delusional.

“Gratitude.”

“Yes. Very few people have seen my employer’s face and lived, let alone been left in one piece.” Marena chewed on that for a moment, though she was mostly fixated on the “employer” bit. She briefly wondered if she’d fallen into the hands of the world’s most melodramatic bounty hunter, then decided that it was unlikely and also that she didn’t care.

Spann appeared to be waiting for an answer.

“If he was on fire and I had a hose, I’d strangle him.”

Marena didn’t get to see the other woman’s composure slip, as Spann chose that moment to turn and gesture the person still lurking in the doorway forward. He was a lanky, nervous-looking man with glasses. He was carrying a metal tray, and when he set it down, Marena could see a syringe with an intimidatingly thick needle, and a black leather collar.

“The syringe has a microchip with a built-in tracker,” Spann explained. “The collar also has a tracker. Pick one.” Marena eyed the tray, a tense ache rising in her chest and throat.

“Is quick death an option?”

“No.” That infuriating smile had returned to Spann’s lips. The man in scrubs shifted on his feet. “I recommend you make up your mind quickly. None of the others were even given the option to choose.” Spann gave her a pointed look. Fucking gratitude again. The ache grew sharper.

“The fucking needle,” Marena spat between clenched teeth. Spann raised her eyebrows in mild surprise but said nothing as she gestured at the man again. Marena fixed her eyes on the ceiling and barely flinched as the needle slid home just above her collarbone. It was over in a heartbeat; the man dabbed a spot of blood away with a cotton pad, placed everything back on the tray, and left. Spann was halfway to the door when Marena couldn’t hold her silence any longer.

“How many?”

“Pardon?” Spann glanced back over her shoulder.

“How many other girls in the house?” Forcing the words out was like pushing boulders up a hill.

“None,” Spann said, seeming confused. “There’s only you.” Marena shut her eyes briefly and swallowed hard.

“And how often do I...” The question stuck in her dry throat, the threat of a revolving door of faceless men looming over her. She didn’t need to finish the sentence for comprehension to dawn on Spann’s face.

“Mr. Cromeans is not in the habit of sharing,” the brunette replied. “It’s just you and him.” She walked out, the door clicking shut behind her. Marena sagged back against her pillows and tried to focus her breathing.

She was not reassured.

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donatello-writes · 5 years

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Not Quite Human, Part III - Donatello x Reader

Part II can be found here --> (x)

Part IV can be found here -> (x)

Here, catch this casket; it is worth the pains. I am glad 'tis night, you do not look on me, For I am much ashamed of my exchange: But love is blind and lovers cannot see.

-The Merchant of Venice

Trembling still, Donatello started backing away again slowly with intent to abscond through the window behind him. Not seeing the chew toy in his path, he tripped over it and fell backwards, and he kept falling...and falling...The vision of your fear-stricken face at the forefront of his mind. Awakening with a start, he sat up in his bed and buried his face into his hands.

"It was...just a nightmare?" He asked himself in shallow breaths, shaken from how real the illusion felt. Taking a few moments to find calm, he finally rose from his bed to go about his routine. As the day wore on, the genius became caught up in his work, and lost track of time. Before he knew it, he was already running late for his date with you.

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Your nerdy sweetheart waved to you as he ran up, this time he came wearing a new and intriguing accessory which promptly caught your attention, "I like your goggles, very steampunk." Surprised, he felt the top of his head to find that he'd forgotten to take them off. So accustomed to having his goggles on all the time, he didn't even notice that they were still there. He was honestly shocked that this had not happened sooner. With a small smile, he prepared to humble brag about his creation.

"You make fun, but these are actually functional," He stated matter-of-factly while pushing his glasses up his nose. When you gave him a look of skepticism, he removed the item from his head and held it out to you. "Would you like to test them out?" He offered, trying his best not to appear too overly confident as he did so.

Laughing incredulously, you humored him, and donned the apparatus. Much to your amazement, they were fully operational. The invention provided biological breakdowns of various objects within it's range. When you turned your gaze to Donatello, he was careful to avoid your line of sight. For just a few seconds, his chemical make-up flickered before your eyes as you managed to catch a glimpse of him through the lenses.

The information disappeared before you could read it as your lanky beau slipped behind you and attempted to pluck the gadget from your head. Removing them yourself, you held the invention out just far enough to keep it from his grasp. The device listed so much data at once that it was difficult to fully absorb. However, one thing in particular stood out...His heat signature, it was far too low for a human being. You stored that information into the annals of your mind for future contemplation.

Mouth agape, you began your adulation, "You...made these?! They’re incredible!" You exclaimed as you proceeding to marvel at the technical intricacies of the small apparatus.

He chuckled heartily at your response as he pursued the repossession of his belonging, "Try not to sound so shocked, I'm an...inventor, of sorts." You swatted away his hands and released a haughty laugh.

"Alright, give them back, you cannot be trusted with those!" He finally demanded, and you continued to deny his request, holding them behind you with a firm shake of your head.

"No way, they're mine now!" You refused him once more, and the two of you continued to wrestle for the trinket; all the while laughing hysterically. The young man's chortle quickly turned into snorts as he continued to reach for his possession.

"That is insanely adorable," You complimented his dorky laughter and his face became flushed.

The position in which the two of you had found yourselves was incredibly romantic, and his heart fluttered in his chest. Only mere inches separated your lips from meeting. Locked in a introvert's stale-mate, you both waited for the other to make a move. Despite his outwardly human appearance, Donatello still felt like a mutant. He couldn't believe that someone as attractive as you would ever want to kiss someone like him. He especially didn't expect you to reciprocate if he were to attempt a lip lock with you, but that fact failed to quash his yearning.

Being very methodical, it was unlike the genius to act on impulse. He would always plan out a strategy before taking action to ensure the most favorable outcome. However, at that moment, he threw caution to the wind. He knew that if he didn't act now while he had the perfect opportunity, he never would. As if you both were dancing, he held you in a dip and slowly moved in. Your widened eyes followed his lips as they lingered longingly over yours. He wanted to kiss you, but hadn't the courage. Shying away at the last second, he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

In an act of bravery fueled by need, you decided to take his action further. It was just a quick peck, but the spontaneity of the gesture roused something deep within Donatello. A shudder of anticipation suddenly ran throughout his body. What followed was a low, mellifluous, churr that welled up from his chest. The unexpected vocalism caused both of the young lovers to flinch. The amorous lad reflexively gasped as his mind quickly placed the sound, making you fear that you had been too forward.

"I'm sorry!" You panicked, breaking the embrace, and taking a few steps away from him. Unsure of what else to say, you waited for his response on held breath.

"Y/N, don't be sorry! It was...nice." He said dreamily, unable to forget the softness of your lips on his. In the back of his mind, he was concerned about his clearly inhuman bodily hiccup. Thankfully, you didn't appear to be too concerned about it. Not even Donatello, himself, was aware of this uncontrollable trait. The braniac knew actual turtles churred when mating, but never thought he'd exhibit it; writing it off as an impossibility, given that he was part human. He wondered why it never manifested before now. Perhaps the emotional connection that he shared with you drew it out.

But the two of you weren't even close to engaging in what was scientifically considered to be mating. It was merely a kiss, and a chaste one at that. Admittedly, he was getting hot and bothered from that alone, with the help of his imagination. When his mind fixated on the idea of the two of you being intimate, his face turned red. Another humm emitted from his body, this time much louder. It served as a rude awakening from his daydream. That one was impossible for you to miss, and you gave him a vexed look.

The infatuated young man's blissful expression quickly fell as he searched his mind for a response, "That was...my...stomach! I'm starving! A-are you hungry? Do you want to go and get some food? I'm thinking Italian," His words stumbled out feebly, eyes refusing to meet yours. Meanwhile, all you could do was guffaw at his odd reaction to something as normal as stomach rumbling.

"What's inside that stomach of yours? A zoo?" the well-timed joke lifted the awkwardness of the situation, and successfully calmed your beau's nerves. This was feigned ignorance, however, as you perceived something strange in his so-called stomach noises; but you chose not to broach the subject, as he appeared to be extremely self-conscious about it.

The sounds were far too guttural to be of the stomach, they almost sounded...bestial. You'd heard a similar sound before, but couldn't place it. Deciding that you needed to investigate further, you returned to the reality from which your mind had wandered. Donatello was guiding you along as he prattled away about this amazing Italian restaurant that he loved, which just so happened to be nearby. This was a insubstantial attempt to distract you from what had just occurred.

Stopping without warning, you brought your chatty date to a halt as well. The bespectacled boy turned to you in confusion, "Is everything alright? Why'd you stop all of the sudd-" not allowing him to finish his inquiry, you threw your arms around his neck, and pulled him into a kiss. Though surprised, he hesitantly embraced the sudden display of affection. Shaky hands meeting your waist, and resting there apprehensively.

Curiosity got the best of you, as you tried to draw out that unusual sound from him again. You'd noticed that it previously happened during your close encounter earlier, and decided to test the theory. When the result that you expected failed to occur, you released him, trying to mask the disappointment you felt in the experiment's failure.

Perhaps it really was his stomach after all, you resolved to put it to rest...for the moment. Donatello gave you a look of befuddlement, but swiftly picked up on your motivation after brief contemplation. While the likelihood of you coming to the conclusion that he was a giant mutant turtle was statistically improbable, giving you a cause for suspicion still wasn't good.

The brainy young man was partially impressed that you'd gathered so much information from such a quick, and unpredicted irregularity. This was truly unsurprising, though, he knew that you had a brilliant mind. Donatello cursed his biological makeup, his errant turtle moan was costing him dearly.

Sudden booms of thunder offered a perfectly timed distraction from the shenanigans at hand. Darkened clouds swirled in the distance, threatening a coming storm. Exchanging glances of concern you both agreed to seek cover, and the aforementioned dining establishment was the perfect place to go.

The eatery was everything that Donatello had promised and more. The two of you indulged in pasta, delightful conversation, and of course...tiramisu. Upon finishing your meal, you walked outside together to discover that it still had yet to rain. And the threat was still promising, as the sky remained a deep purple. This unforeseen weather complication put a kibosh on your outdoor date plans. Given the circumstances, the two of you agreed to cut the date short. Much to the dismay of both parties.

As per usual, your date bid you goodnight outside of your high rise apartment, being far too shy to invite himself in. Glancing at him flirtily, you offered hospitality, "Would you like to come up to my place?"

He shrank at your inquiry, knowing full well that he only had an hour or so left until he changed back into he old turtle self. That wasn't much time in the grand scheme of things, and he simply didn't want to risk it. The once distant rumbling suddenly grew louder, and raindrops began to fall, swiftly escalating into a downpour. Hand-in-hand, you ran for shelter at the door of your building. The space was barely enough to cover you both.

"Wow, these rom-com clichés follow you like a shadow, huh?" You tittered as the two of you huddled together underneath the small overhang, nearly soaked to the bone; bodies firmly pressed against one another in order to fit. The intimate proximity enticed romantic ventures, chests rising and falling with synced breaths. Desire swirled in his golden eyes, and at that moment, he didn't overthink. Instead, he took your lips in his with adrenaline-fueled confidence. Impassioned and deep, it felt as though the storm had stricken you both with it's threat.

An electricity passed between your bodies, coursing through, and enlivening you with each traded kiss. Having no prior experience in kissing wasn't too much of a problem for the mutant in disguise, it was simply the proper application of jaw mechanics and tongue movement. In technique he was prepared, but what he wasn't prepared for was the passionate intensity of the experience. He felt as though his heart would break free from his rib cage at the rate it was beating. When you came up for air, all that you could do was utter a single word with shaky breath...

"Wow." and when you stumbled back a bit, he caught you, an unfaltering smile lighting up his features. You then cupped his face with both hands and locked eyes with him as you prepared to deliver the most unparalleled of witticisms.

"I'm cashing in my raincheck." You voiced with a prideful grin, and your beau stifled a laugh. The cleverness of your one-liner was undeniable. He couldn't resist such a convincing argument, especially not after that kiss.

"Okay, but I can only stay for one hour!" Donatello stated his time limit decisively, and you nodded in agreement.

Together, you headed up to the apartment and made your way inside. Various framed posters lined the corridor of the entrance, all from iconic horror and fantasy films. The first was The Wolfman, followed by Creature from the Black Lagoon, Pan's Labyrinth, and finally, Frankenstein. You watched as your guest scanned the hangings with delight, and continued leading him to the main room. It was spacious and well decorated with paintings, and knick-knacks, but not overly cluttered. Several art supplies laid on the tables, and there was even a sewing machine on it's own desk.

"Wow, you're quite the jack of all trades, huh?" He chuckled as he gestured to the Singer Quantum Stylist 9985 in the corner.

"Yes, I dabble in many hobbies." You answered with a cheeky smile.

The young man's eyes continued to travel the room in awe before finally settling on one painting specifically. A relatively large oil painting that was hard to miss, but not because of it's size. The subject matter was of particular interest to the turtle in human’s clothing. On it was a woman with a sea monster, the two of them exchanging a deep loving gaze as they floated within the murky depths of the ocean. Recognizing it immediately as the final scene from The Shape of Water, Donatello smiled wide.

Drawing close for a better look, he couldn't hide his appreciation for the work. He knew the patience that it took to paint with oils, but moreso, admired the piece because it gave him...hope. Becoming entranced, he absendmindedly muttered under his breath, "For loue is blynd alday and may nat see."

You barely picked up what he'd said was it...Latin? No, Middle English. Watching as he marveled at the work you let out a muffled chuckle. His facial features spoke volumes: amazement, respect, and something more. There was an evident understanding in his expression, gaze fixed on the monster, as if they shared some sort of kinship.

Realizing that he was acting peculiar, he turned to you with a dorky smile and bestowed a compliment, "Y/N...This is...gorgeous."

Jolting at the admiration, your breath hitched, "T-thank you...I painted it." You stuttered as you grabbed two towels from a nearby closet. Feeling warmth flow to your cheeks, you ran into the other room to gather dry clothing. After taking a few seconds to calm yourself, you returned, throwing a hooded sweatshirt and basketball shorts to Donatello.

Catching the garments launched in his direction, he continued to shower you with adoration, "You really painted this?! That's incredible...It's amazing!"

All you could do was nod sheepishly. "Thank you! It's not really that great, there are so many anatomical errors and..." Your train of thought trailed off as you noticed his clothes dripping still from the rain.

With a chuckle you shifted the conversation, "Alright, you've appreciated my artwork enough! We should get changed before we catch colds." Just as you finished your sentence, your date absentmindedly removed his shirt. Stunned at the sight, you couldn't help but stare. You'd never noticed his lean muscular build previously, since he always wore long sleeves.

Once he became aware of his social blunder, he swiftly recovered with a joke, "Do you mind?" He then placed a hand on his hip, raised one eyebrow, and shifted to a stance that radiated sass.

Still awe-struck, you responded in an unbothered tone before getting the hint, "No--Oh-oh-oh! Excuse me." before retreating into your room once more. Peering through the crack in your door, you looked him up and down while biting your lower lip. Once he shot a playful glare in your direction, you swiftly closed it, but not without getting one, "Bye!" in before doing so. Both of you exploded with laughter at your near-perfectly executed Road to El Dorado scene.

Following your wardrobe change, you wandered out of your room. Hands over your eyes, you loudly announced your entrance. When you peeked through your fingers to see him decent, a huff of disappointment escaped your lips and he chuckled. The nerdy lad then gave you an amused look as he gestured to the graphic on the kelly green sweatshirt that you'd chosen for him, "Ha ha, very funny."

Twisting your face into a mischievous grin, you suppressed the urge to giggle and shrugged, "It was the only long sleeve thing I had that would fit you." unable to withhold it any longer, you finally burst into laughter upon reading the ‘Talk Nitrogen, Erbium, and Dysprosium to me’ periodic table of elements joke that adorned the garment. The merriment was cut short when the sound of barking echoed from the other room.

"Oh no, my poor baby! I'm sorry, do you mind if I let my dog, Noodles, out to meet you?" You asked, and your handsome suitor responded with an affirmative nod of his head.

The dog bounded out into the living area once he was released from confinement, eager to meet the new guest. Prior to getting close, the chocolate brown labrador retriever froze in place and sniffed the air. The animal then proceeded to hesitantly approach, almost as if he was unsure what to make of Donatello. Tilting his head in confusion, he refused to draw in too near. Matching your canine companion's response, you were equally perplexed as you watched the interaction. The pooch didn't growl, nor did he cower, he merely stood at attention before your lanky beau. Finally coming to the decision to lay down on the floor, the pup wagged his tail lightly while keeping his eyes focused on the visitor.

"That was a little weird, but I suppose that it's a good sign...he typically gets aggressive with the men that I bring over. He's my barometer for character." You smiled as you made your way over to the couch, gesturing for Donatello to come and sit with you. Plagued by nerves, he sat a fair amount of space away from you.

"So, how'd you know that I had a dog when we first met?" a question meant to distract from the awkwardness of the situation, but only worsened it. The nervous young man flinched at your question, he hoped that you had forgotten, but he should have known better.

"You just...looked like a dog person," He knew that was a terrible explanation, and judging from the look on your face, you didn't buy it.

"I suppose that I can accept that as an answer." You motioned with just your index and middle fingers from your eyes to him, in a silent indication that said I'm watching you. The reasoning for how he had guessed your dog ownership was not at the forefront of your mind, however. The nerdy young man chuckled at your attempt at intimidation, snort making an appearance. His laugh made you weak and you fought yet another blush that tried to form on your cheeks.

Meeting his gaze coyly, you closed the gap between the two of you. Donatello knew what was coming, the burning look in your eyes was telling. Regardless, his heart nearly burst through his chest when you drew in intimately close; bringing your face just inches away from his. The shy young man's nerves got the best of him, and he froze like a deer in headlights. The moment the two of you shared outside of the building was a fit of spontaneous passion. Now, with a clear head, the anxious lad's overactive brain stole his bravery from him. All of his insecurities flashed before his eyes, and proved to be an imposing force.

The blush that crossed his cheeks was accompanied by a broad smile, indicating his interest. He was simply immobilized by uncertainty. Expecting this hesitation, you happily took the lead, pressing your lips softly to his. Your lips tasted so sweet, just as they had before, and Donatello could barely handle it. Without realizing it, he allowed a soft, blissful moan escape him. You responded with a giggle causing him to stammer out a flustered apology. For him, this experience was entirely new, but he couldn't tell you that.

"It's okay, it was cute." You assured him, and he simply replied with an awkward chuckle.

Slowly, you moved in closer and Donatello followed your direction, sliding down into a reclining position. It wasn't long before you found yourselves laying together on the couch that you'd previously been sitting on. With you on top of him, his heart was now racing, face still beet red as he scrambled to keep up. His body began emitting the low humming sound that you'd since become accustomed to hearing.

"Jeeze, you work up an appetite pretty easily, huh?" You teased.

"Yeah, but I'm not hungry for food...I'm hungry for you--S-sorry, that was awful." He snorted, critiquing his own terrible pick-up line as he made it.

Tilting your head you grinned, "I liked it," upon hearing your positive feedback, he then found the courage to wrap his arms around you. This gesture caused you to move from his lips to his neck. Donatello wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, his sensory levels were about to hit critical mass.

Oh, no...

The fun came to an abrupt end when he felt that indicative tingling overcome him, which only meant one thing. Panic replaced pleasure when amorous young man realized the effects of the ooze were beginning to wear off. It would not be long before he began reverting back to his actual form. He searched his mind for a plausible excuse, but in his flustered state, couldn't come up with even one.

By this time you had moved back up to his lips and continued kissing Donatello, who couldn't help but reciprocate. Sure, he was concerned for his current state of affairs, but he wanted this so badly. Knots twisted inside his stomach, and he could feel the plates of his plastron reforming underneath his clothing. In the most inconvenient timing, you happened to find your hand on his abdomen, and he whimpered.

"Huh. That's odd." you were rightfully baffled by this unexpected sensation. Just as you positioned your hand to lift the hoodie, the fretful lad quickly intercepted it.

"S-sorry, I gotta go!" He blurted out, unable to hide his discomfort. Proceeding to slide out from under you, he leapt from the couch nimbly, and made his way towards the door.

"Wait! Donnie...what's wrong?" You reached out and took a gentle hold of his wrist, feeling a roughness that wasn't there previously. The panicked young man looked down in horror at his now lightly scaled forearm, watching as the rough skin slowly became more prominent and attained a greenish hue. Yanking his arm away, he pulled down the sweatshirt sleeve to conceal it.

Words fell out of his mouth clumsily, "uh...uuuh...it's a skin condition..." a flimsy elucidation only made worse by the addition of an awkward smile.

When both of his hands began to tremble, and he instinctively hid them behind his back. He then started to walk hastily in reverse to the exit. Meanwhile, his index and middle fingers began slowly fusing back together with his ring and pinky fingers following suit. Once he made it to the door he fumbled nervously with the handle attempting to open it, a task that proved difficult given his current complications.

The door finally opened, and without looking, he backed his way through. Before closing the door he gave you one last apologetic look from across the room, hoping that you'd forgive him for his unusual behavior. Much to his dismay, he found himself in your bathroom. He'd made a critical mistake. Donatello swore up and down this was the exit. Now he was effectively trapped by both embarrassment for what had just transpired, and fear that you'd find out what he really is before he was ready to tell you.

A soft knock came from the other side of the bathroom door making the fretful anthropomorphic young man yelp. "Donnie...are you okay?" You called to him, with genuine concern in your voice.

"Ye-yeah...everything is just fine." He lied, clenching his teeth as he did so. The vanity mirror gave him a perfect view of his current appearance, skin slowly becoming saturated with green and nose flattening into a cream-colored snout. He turned his head away, not wanting to watch his reversion. Scanning the expanse of the the bathroom, he was relieved to find a window. He clambered through the aperture before even giving it a second thought. And then he was gone, down the fire escape of your high rise apartment building. Like a coward he ran, with his transformation nearing completion, and an overwhelming sense of guilt washing over him as he fled into the shadows.

...to be continued.

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iv. Child

A bowl of hot soup hadn’t been the trick. Once Arnalt had taken that young boy to his palace from the Jungles of Tahr, it required several bowls, more than a few butchered pigs and quite the large amount of bags of rice. The boy was insatiable. It wasn’t a normal appetite either, any stomach would’ve given out. It shouldn’t have been so alarming, but with rumours of his status as a Kurian child, the state in which he arrived, the hunger with which he ate— in an unrefined matter no less, it didn’t take long for the kitchen staff to stop sending out dishes.

“More.” Arnalt demanded, his chilly gaze sweeping over the service.

“Sire… we, we’re not able to continue.”

“What, did we run out of chickens? Is the State in my name so devoid of birds?”

The servant daren’t speak, but they had already crossed a line. Any other household would have them released. That’s probably what they wanted.

“Here then,” Arnalt tossed his bow and signaled with his chin towards the bag of arrows in the corner of the room. “Go hunt something then. Pallax!”

Pallax came walking swiftly.

“Can it be we really ran out of chickens?”

“Sire, they…”

He waited for the servant to clear the room. Nervous glances thrown sideways at both him and Tyssen.

“They don’t want to keep… feeding a Kurian.”

Arnalt pinched the bridge of his nose and slowly rubbed it, eyes closed.

The boy started coughing behind them. Arnalt approached him and slapped his back, making him spit a bone.

“No wonder you’re choking. Slow down!”

Pallax grimaced.

Nobody wanted to touch the Kurian, or look at the Kurian, or acknowledge it was there anymore. But Pallax was a loyal vassal, and willingly stepped in to try and place a fork and knife or other cutlery on the child’s hand.

Arnalt smiled at him brightly. “Thank you.”

It disturbed Pallax momentarily, who nearly dropped the fork. But just as quickly, Arnalt was once again stern-faced and pacing the room. He then sat in front of the child on the table.

“You.”

The boy didn’t pay attention, so he snapped his fingers in front of his face to draw his eyes. “Yes, you. What’s your name?”

“Mar… Marius.” He tried to speak between mouthfuls. “Marius Ihnat di Aedan.”

“So you do speak.” And had a strong name actually. Arnalt had already assumed the boy probably came from a wealthy merchant family, with the quality of his tattered clothes and the few jeweled accessories they found in his pockets. It seemed he might be of one with rank and title too.

“What about your age? You look about 7? 8? Do you know how to count?” Arnalt raised his palm up to try and signal the numbers with his fingers.

“12.” He chewed the remaining bits of rice and potatoes in his mouth and swallowed briskly, immediately reaching for another bowl of soup and drinking it down, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down with large gulps.

Arnalt and Pallax both blinked, looked at each other, then back at Marius.

“That’s… then why do you look so…” Pallax said.

Arnalt lifted a hand to stop him. “Nevermind, so you’ve been quite hungry haven’t you?”

Marius nodded and finally seemed to be done with the food he could safely consume. He burped generously and quickly covered his mouth.

Arnalt snorted, while Pallax looked offended beyond belief. “Such lack of manners in front of his Highness, how dare—“

“It’s alright, he doesn’t understand what I am.”

“You’re the prince.” Marius said simply, his eyes suddenly wide and honest. “You’re the seventeenth prince, his royal highness Arnalt Azuria. The Eagle.”

He sounded like a pamphlet. Arnalt was mildly shocked. “Right.”

“…”

“Where are you from?”

“…”

“How did you end up in the Jungles?”

“…”

And the most difficult question. “Where are your parents.”

“They’re gone.” Marius looked down, fixating on his lap.

“I see.” Arnalt didn’t know what else to say.

“I know what they say. I know I’m cursed. Is it true this is my last meal?”

A lightbulb suddenly popped in Arnalt’s head. He started laughing heartily, slamming his fist on the table and shaking all over with his head lowered. “Is this why you’ve eaten all my chickens? Hahaha!”

Pallax was mortified.

Marius’s eyes watered.

“You silly child. I was just confirmed and crowned into the Azurian pantheon thanks to that Vegna Spyralia you carried in your fist.” Arnalt felt his face grow a little hot suddenly, having called him a child wasn’t quite right, considering he was only 4 years younger, but his body looked so young he couldn’t help himself. He wondered how long he’d been malnourished in those Jungles. It must’ve been several years. How did he learn to speak so eloquently? Why did he know his name, rank and title? How was he informed of the goings on of the world? Did he sneak out of Tahr? He might’ve unknowingly contaminated others so Arnalt made a mental note to order a full territory sweep. “I owe you a debt of gratitude, I’ve granted you my Mercy. You will not die under my watch, you hear me?”

The boy’s wet eyes blossomed, his arm immediately coming up to wipe at his suddenly wet cheeks.

Arnalt thought it was both a silly and happy occasion, so he kept laughing to Pallax’s horror. “Now, now, no need to cry. You’re safe.”

“I see.” Marius said, his voice trembling. “In that case…” he sniffed and composed himself, straightening his shoulders. “Use me as you will. I pledge myself to your house.” Marius lowered his head solemnly. It was a bit amusing coming from someone so young, who looked so much younger than his age.

Arnalt smiled, his chin resting leisurely on the back of his hand. “As you wish.”

***

With the battle aganist Ithana squared away and scheduled, and a few other council duties and reprimands already brought over to his desk, Arnalt wrapped up the final tasks of the day and went back to the kitchen quarters.

He entered Marius’s chambers like a sudden gust, a heavy bag strapped on his back.

Marius instantly moved to stand from the bed where he’d been resting from his relentless training, no doubt ready to assist with the bag, but Arnalt had already sat down in front of him, and Marius remained with his torso raised but the rest of him firmly laying on the bed. He awkwardly tried shifting so that he could at least move into a more formal sitting position, even if the coarse robes he wore could never lend an air of formality to the situation, at the very least his posture could contribute. Next to him was a bowl of hot soup made with chicken stock, boiled chicken strips, corn and sliced potatoes, prepared exactly as they’d been years ago when he was still a child.

Arnalt had gone to the kitchen to order it and asked the staff to keep it coming throughout the night. Naturally he wouldn’t deliver something like that himself, and he didn’t want to make it so important that Marius would suddenly inquire about it.

A servant came in with another bowl and this time Arnalt waved a hand. “Alright that’s the final one, you’re dismissed and no need to send more until the morning.”

The servant quietly placed the bowl on the small wooden table next to Marius’s bed and just as quietly shuffled out of the room--their steps eagerly faster as they were allowed to leave.

Arnalt kept staring with an icy glare which to others would’ve seemed combative but to Marius merely showed Arnalt was deep in thought. It was still a little nerve-wracking, his whole countenance was already so cool and refined, like a porcelain doll with marble grey eyes. At times it felt like staring into a storm, and others like speaking to a stone. The eerie silence begged to be broken.

“So, now can I say this is my last meal?” Marius said.

Arnalt was surprised by the sheer cheek of that remark. “Your humor is astounding.” And also how perceptive! Just like that, the porcelain glimmered back to life and a bit of peachy softness rose up, as if Arnalt was ashamed to have found that particular joke charming.

“My impulse is to punish you, everything that’s happened, everything you’ve done, it’s all led to this. This is your fault. You need to bear responsibility. I did my best to warn you and you still won’t listen. And don’t say your duty is to protect me.” Arnalt pre-emptively raised his hand to pause Marius’s reply. “Your duty, first and foremost is to serve, and to listen. I expect my orders followed. Now with everything coming up, this time you will follow instructions precisely or so help me Aegerian gods I will deliver you to the Glaes Winterlands myself.”

Marius glanced at Arnalt’s fist. It was clenched unconsciously. Arnalt quickly released it.

“Tomorrow, I’ll duel Ithana to secure a vote in your favor in the High Council.”

“As if a vote would matter much...” Marius muttered.

“Of course a vote matters for shit.” Arnalt exclaimed. “I’ll just act as a distraction.”

“My Lord-- why would... that’s not--” Marius looked deeply uncomfortable and ready to jump in and make some bold statement, but Arnalt cut in before he could even start.

“And you, so-called hellhound of Kur,” Arnalt threw the bag he’d been carrying on his back on the ground, a weight off his shoulders that was so visible his body practically lifted once he’d let that bag go, “you’ll run away.”

Marius paled.

“This is where we say our goodbyes. May you have a good life.”

He couldn’t understand why Marius looked so shocked, or why his fists clenched.

True, his life might be difficult outside of the palace of the 17th Prince, but he could manage at least a few weeks on his own before anyone recognized his identity. There were ways to hide the marks that made him a Kurian. Either way, the boy had been extensively trained and should if anything find some manual labor in a small village somewhere.

They both heard a few hard steps and then the door slid, Tyssen had entered and bowed quickly. “Your highness, I’ve arranged everything.”

“Tyssen will brief you on your escape route.” Arnalt stood up.

Marius quickly rose to his feet. “My Lord, wait I—!”

“Make sure he memorizes that map tonight and have him equipped by dawn. I’ll try to keep the battle going until noon.”

Even Tyssen’s eyes widened, but he knew better than to contradict. He bowed once more. “Yes, your Highness, and-- Calm down you!” He pushed Marius back and locked the door as Arnalt left.

Arnalt heard Marius yelling behind him. “My Lord please reconsider. This is impossible! My Lord listen—!”

But Arnalt quickly walked away to avoid changing his mind. This was as much as he could do, battle Ithana until his body gave out, at least by then Marius would have escaped, and he would’ve kept his word.

Marius would absolutely not die under his watch. And he’d already made as much use of Marius’s oath as he could. The boy had downright become a liability anyway.

Even if the idea of remaining in the arena, standing, for seven hours straight against Ithana… was probably exactly as Marius had said: impossible.

Well fuck impossible.

Arnalt unconsciously gripped his Aerial ring between two fingers and turned it nervously. After a while, he’d already let go.

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When Kai had grabbed the guard standing at the side of the laboratory doors, he did not expect the guard to be so light...or scream like a girl.

Nor did he expect the guard to cry in a corner for hours after he had brought her to his cell.

Kai had planned this out for days after he had woken up. He wanted revenge and payment for everything he’d been promised. He’d gone through weeks of hell and was treated like a slave after all the experiments.

He had thought he would get the upper hand if he could kidnap a high-ranking guard and hold them hostage until he got what he wanted. He thought anybody left to guard the laboratory was high enough on the ranking that they’d be important.

But no way the crying woman that was glued to the wall could have been an important asset to Kai’s enemies.

Kai cursed under his breath when he heard another sniffle from the other end of the room. That was the only sound she would make ever since he grabbed her hours ago. Nothing he said could make her talk...not that he had spoken to her much.

As soon as he had taken her, he put the cuffs he’d stolen around her tiny wrists and then pulled her behind him as he ran toward his cell where he’d spent the last few weeks.

The moment he pulled off her helmet and saw the watery eyes and wet cheeks, he knew he had made a mistake.

But there had to be a reason why she was the sole guard left to man the laboratory doors. Kai kept her cuffed while he interrogated her, but she would not say a word. She just kept looking at the ground while fat tears dripped to the floor.

He couldn’t bring himself to threaten her, not when her lip trembled after he raised his voice even a little. She reminded him too much of his older sister who often took the blame whenever he got them into trouble back in town. She would always shut down and take it, no matter that none of it was her fault.

He refused to be the one to hurt this woman who happened to be caught in a bad situation by circumstance.

But now he was stuck in a rut. He couldn’t let the woman go; that would only land him in a ton of shit and without any leverage. But it had been hours and nobody had come looking for her. Obviously she was not as important as he had thought.

Another sniff from the other side of the room made Kai’s head hang low. Guilt was starting to seep into his bones.

Then a faint grumble.

Some days, Kai was glad he had ultra sensitive hearing.

He grabbed an energy bar from under his bed, ones that tasted sweet and salty—his favourite—and walked over to the corner where the woman cowered.

And man, did she cower.

Even though her back was facing him, her body seemed to shrink even smaller when his shadow approached her.

“Here,” he said softly, not wanting to make her jump. “Food.”

He came around and held the snack out to her.

But she seemed to be on a hunger strike because though she looked at the energy bar with longing, she shook her head.

“It’s safe to eat,” he said. When she still didn’t take it, he let out a sigh and took a seat in front of her. “I’m not trying to starve you.” The energy bar would keep her full for a couple of hours.

Her only response was to cross her legs under her, farther away from him, as she wiped the fresh tears from her face.

Man, how long could somebody cry before they dehydrated themselves?

He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, the one he usually used to wipe his sweat on his training days, and held it out to her.

When she refused to take that too, he decided to wipe her cheeks for her.

He took it as a good sign when she didn’t pull away, but she did close her eyes and shake a little.

Then more tears fell, and he felt like the ultimate asshole.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured, but he knew no matter what he said, he wouldn’t be able to convince her.

Would he trust somebody who kept him prisoner?

He let out a mental laugh because that was exactly what he did when he left his home in search of work to support his family.

After he dabbed her cheeks for a bit longer, he pressed the handkerchief to her hand, leaving it for her when she needed it. “What’s your name?” he asked, because he was tired of being the bad guy in this situation. “I’m Kai.”

She stared down at the wrinkled handkerchief. It was worn down but there was a clear K embroidered in the corner with black thread. Her gaze flickered upwards to his face and he could see the tears that made her eyelashes clump together. “I’m Joori,” she said.

The gears in Joori’s head turned back and forth. A few hours ago, she was on a mission to rescue a kidnapped teammate, and now she was the one kidnapped. Her anxious brain wouldn’t stop telling her that she was going to die here.

Why?

Her teammates had made no contact.

And her kidnapper proved to be stronger and faster than most humans when he had dragged her up and down dozens of hallways. Her teammates didn’t stand a chance even if they did find her in this jail cell.

But now her kidnapper was being kind to her. And she had a name for him.

Kai.

If she could pretend to be his friend, he might spare her.

So she offered him her name.

She watched as he unwrapped the granola bar he had brought and broke the bar in half, handing one half to her while he took a bite out of his half.

Her stomach growled once again and she couldn’t say no. She was really hungry.

She stuffed the granola bar into her mouth, almost moaning at how sweet and chewy it was. Her eyes were fixated to the ground as she chewed slowly, but she paid close attention to all of Kai’s movements.

Just in case.

The only sound in the small room was that of the crinkling wrapper as she folded it in her fingers.

Then Kai was holding out his unfinished half of the granola bar to her.

She looked up, surprised, and shook her head.

He lifted his chin, indicating she should take his offer. “C’mon, I’m sure they feed you guys well up there, but this is pretty good right? You’ll never get another chance to have it ever again if you don’t take it now.” She didn’t know what he meant, but when she still didn’t accept his offer, he added, “Don’t worry, I have a whole stash.”

Fine, if he said so.

Joori took the rest of the granola bar and popped it in her mouth in one bite.

Kai turned and leaned against the wall, resting his arm on a bent knee. She studied his physique, needing to find some weakness.

Except his arms looked like he lifted elephants for a living, and his grey eyes made him look out of this world.

How was she supposed to run from him?

She looked down at the cuffs around her wrists, knowing they were a special brand. When she had tried to get out of them, spikes grew out and poked painfully at her skin even with the sleeves of the guard suit in the way. It was an interesting prototype, if only they weren’t keeping her trapped here.

She was too small and weak to run. All she could do was wait.

“Joori?” a female voice rang out in her right ear.

She tried not to gasp.

They finally contacted her. Her teammates finally—

Her shocked gaze flickered up as Kai’s head turned her way. She held her breath and begged for silence.

“Joori, are you there?”

No, no, no. That was too loud. Her ear piece seemed to be on max volume.

But no way Kai could hear that, could he?

He narrowed his eyes, leaning forward. Maybe if she kicked him in the balls right now, he would pass out and she could run.

Where the heck would she run?

Joori cleared her throat as she heard her name being called out again. She couldn’t let him hear her only source of communication with her people.

But he seemed to know exactly where the sound came from as he crept closer and brushed her hair behind her ear.

It wasn’t visible on the outside, but the microchip was loud enough if you pressed your ear against the user’s ear. That’s exactly what Kai did.

“Joori, can you hear me? We’re coming for you so please stay safe, okay?”

She was both relieved and scared. Her team was coming to rescue her, but they were also coming back to a danger zone. She wanted to tell them to stay back, to leave her here to figure things out herself like she’d always done.

It was hard to have people care for you.

“If you can hear this,” Kai’s voice was deep and low as he whispered in her ear, his warm breath brushing the hairs on her neck. “You have forty-eight hours to produce $500 000 as payment for your Joori.”

Joori could only hear a tiny gasp on the other end. If her body wasn’t frozen in fear, she would’ve totally kicked Kai in the balls right then. But what would that get her? Probably a kick in the head right back.

“She will be at the Rich Valley escarpment at sunset. If you don’t have the money, then you won’t have Joori either.”

Joori went cold. Rich Valley escarpment was one of the highest cliffs in the country, looking over white water rapids. She could only guess that if her team didn’t produce the money, then Kai would throw her over the edge.

“Copy.” A man’s voice came through her earpiece. It must have been Jongin.

Then silence.

Joori closed her eyes as Kai pulled away. When she had been recruited by her uncle to join his unit of spies as their developer, she had expected to be behind a desk, tinkering away at gadgets and weapons. Never had she thought she would actually be on the front lines.

This line of work is dangerous. Mr. Lee had told her. She had nodded in agreement but her naivety got the best of her. Now here she was, a hostage who couldn’t even do anything to save herself.

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Mwahahaha! Kidnapping! Hostages! Stockholm Syndrome? >:) Anything is possible in the world of ~fanfiction~

I’m putting this chapter out a little earlier than usual because I’m going to be pretty busy this weekend but also because OBSESSION IS OUT! WHOO!

#exo #kai #exo scenarios #kai scenarios #exo fanfiction #kai fanfiction #jongin #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfiction #tag team #superm

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savage-rhi · 4 years

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Hey there! Can I request a hurt Higgs story with a concerned Fragile? 🥺🥰

@argetlam007

Coming right the fuck up! :D Have a Bitchin’ Christmas you beautiful person!

Fragile arrived at Higgs’s bunker with supplies in hand. She carefully made her way inside the terminal, and then proceeded to go through the door leading down to Higgs’s residency. Despite how much he cleaned up the place, Fragile couldn’t get the smell of stale pizza boxes out of her nose. She always wondered why he had such fancies for them. Pizza was never something she took a particular liking too, but back when they were business partners, it was something Higgs purchased for them regularly when they had their meetings. Fragile chalked it up to some form of childhood comfort that Higgs would never admit to.

Venturing down into the lair of the former beast, Fragile took in a deep breath and found Higgs’s was sitting in the new bed he purchased for himself. His back was pressed to the wall as his breathing labored. He meekly turned his head to look towards her direction. A sense of awe transpired over his features.

“Didn’t think you’d come back,” Higgs said quietly as he swallowed, trying to stifle a cough. Fragile sighed and shrugged.

“I know you, Higgs. The last thing you’d do is take care of yourself.”

“Look at you gettin’ all sentimental over me. You finally decided to chisel some ice off your heart?” Higgs remarked sarcastically, his lip pulling into a tired smirk as Fragile did her best not to smile. She shook her head, trying to play it off.

“Funny you should mention that. You might need some before your brain overheats.” Fragile countered, finally putting the cargo box down that had the supplies Higgs was going to need.

Fragile looked around the bunker in silence, seeking out a stool or something she could sit on while tending to Higgs’s injuries. He had gotten into a turf war with MULEs, and never being much of a fighter, got his ass handed to him. Fragile had been occasionally meeting up with Higgs, checking on his progress since then. She owed him that much considering he saved her life from said MULEs, having been ambushed on a delivery. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect considering Fragile was ill-prepared, to say the least this time around.

Coming across an old chair, Fragile pulled it up to the bed and Higgs adjusted then began to pull off his shirt, exposing his chest and the various cuts and bruises, patched with bandages that painted his form. He swallowed nervously, still not used to this part of the treatment Fragile had cooked up for him. Higgs didn’t like being vulnerable, and in a way, considering what he had put her through in regards to her body, this was karma putting him in his proper place.

Higgs let out a cough as Fragile’s eyes roamed over his body, her gaze calculating as she observed how far along Higgs was healing.

“Am I dying, doc?” Higgs asked playfully as Fragile’s eyes briefly met with his before lifting up some of the bandages, causing Higgs to wince.

“There’s some infection, but once I give you the medicine it should clear up in a few days.” Fragile said.

“Didn’t you tell me that last time you were here?” Higgs asked while Fragile opened up the cargo box and began to pull out bottles of pills and other medicinal goods. Higgs carefully observed everything she pulled out while keeping still, not wanting to hurt himself further. He could take the pain, Higgs was accustomed to it, but being sick on top of it all had been a struggle even for the likes of him.

“I might have.” Fragile commented, then started cleaning the wounds on his abdomen. Higgs winced and let out a pained laugh at her response.

“You tryin’ to give me false hope?” Higgs asked.

“Maybe. You’ll never know.” For once in what felt like an eternity, Fragile smiled up at him. It was brief, maybe even less than a millisecond, but Higgs dedicated it to his memory. His own lips forming into a satisfied grin before he winced, his body tensing up from the stings.

“Try to hold still. I know it hurts.” Fragile reassured him, occasionally looking at his face to see his reactions. She tried to make her movements gentle, but quick enough to where Higgs didn’t have to endure too much pain on his end. Fragile sighed from time to time as she cleaned, then worked her way to the gashes in his upper chest. He was quite lucky he didn’t need stitches, but regardless, Fragile had brought in a kit just in case.

“I’m a little dizzy. I feel like I got pressure building up behind my eyes.” Higgs remarked his tone honest which surprised Fragile. She was prepared for more bantering on his end, so the sincerity took her aback.

“Close your eyes. That always helps when I get migraines.”

“You get migraines?” Higgs quirked a brow, looking at Fragile as she nodded.

“I get them often. Avoiding light and sleeping it off helps me.”

“Well, shit.” Higgs remarked with a tired chuckle as Fragile stared at him. He took a moment to clear his throat, swallowing some mucus that had built up in his mouth. “I’ve known you for a long time and I never took you for someone with headache problems.”

“You sound a little too enthusiastic to hear that.” Fragile said as Higgs scoffed, deciding not to say anything further on the matter. He was thankful when Fragile finished up cleaning the wounds and started throwing another set of bandages on after applying medicine to each cut. The cool liquid made Higgs tremble from the stinging sensations, but Fragile’s touch soothed them over. He took her advice to heart and closed his eyes. His breathing becoming more stable as time went on despite whatever subconscious apprehensions he had towards his former business partner touching him.

Higgs was nearly asleep until he heard Fragile rummage through the box, pulling out an IV, tube, and a large needle. His eyes widened briefly as he shook his head.

“No.”

“Higgs,”

“I said no.” His tone was firm this time around as he looked at Fragile. There was a vulnerability in his blue eyes that reminded her of when she confronted him on the beach, her hands cradling his face before she decked his lights out. As much as Higgs deserved it back then, seeing him now with a similar gaze, made Fragile feel somewhat guilty.

“Higgs, you’re dehydrated. You’re running a fever, and you have an infection. As much as you like to play off you have a death wish, we both know better.” Fragile said as a matter of fact, her voice soft as she could see he was working things out in his head despite his eyes fixated on her like a wounded animal.

“I’m not your father.” Fragile said, and Higgs blinked a few times as he stared at the IV in her hands, the needle too as if it were going to jump at him like a bug. He forced himself to give a nod, taking in a deep breath as Fragile gently took Higgs’s left arm and flipped it over. She found a vein in the upper part and quickly jabbed the needle under his flesh. The way his face contorted as he muttered curses under his breath made Fragile comfort him as she rubbed at the pained spot. Her spare hand putting the IV up on a small stand and then brushing some strands of hair from his face.

“Shh. It’s okay. Everything’s going to work out.” Fragile reassured him as Higgs’s arm pulsated while he hissed, feeling the liquid from the IV beginning to enter his system. He could taste metallic on his tongue accompanied by something bitter that reminded Higgs of the time he had eaten a mouth full of ants when rations had run low on a delivery run. He grimaced thinking about it as Fragile took a few moments to look him over before she got up.

Fragile pulled an extra blanket out of the box, covering Higgs up with it along with the others he had.

“Any chance you’ll give me a kiss and tuck me in?” Higgs asked teasingly, trying to be a smartass to placate his own insecurities and childhood trauma reeling its ugly head in his mind.

Fragile shook her head at the remark, once more, not wanting to smile but her mouth betrayed her.

“You should get some rest. You’ll feel better soon. I’ll get a bath ready for you in the other room. I’ll check on you in a little while.”

Higgs quietly watched as Fragile packed up everything and then got ready to venture into the other room of his bunker.

“Fragile, wait.” Higgs pleaded, causing her turn around.

“Yeah?”

“It’s nothing, but thank you.”

Higgs was full of surprises, but in Fragile’s mind, he was on quite the streak. Sighing she went back over to the bed, her hand reaching out to his face. Higgs flinched for obvious reasons and her fingers retreated back only to slowly inch forward and cup his right cheek. Her thumb caressed over the scruff that was overtaking his skin as her eyes roamed over his. He looked like a child then, being cared for the first time. Higgs closed his eyes and leaned into her hand.

“Do you think I could ever make it alright for us?” Higgs asked quietly, and Fragile’s touch gently retreated away. He asked a good question, but nonetheless, it put her mind into a predicament. Honestly, considering what he had put her through, Fragile didn’t want to give Higgs another chance. She already gave Higgs one at the beach by not shooting him. Still, her mind brought up memories from before Amelie had come into the picture.

Higgs was someone Fragile had counted on. His charisma, the way he valued his work, the way he motivated others in their respective companies, made him seem like a beacon of light in a dark room. She missed how hopeful he was, and how hopeful he made her feel about things. She missed her best friend.

“Don’t die on me, okay?” Fragile requested as Higgs nodded at her. It wasn’t the answer he was wanting to hear, but her words gave him a slither of hope of something to look forward to when he recovered. Higgs closed his eyes yet again after moving his body down the bed, getting comfortable for rest.

“No promises.” Higgs murmured playfully before his eyes started to grow heavy from the headaches and from Fragile tending to his injuries. When he passed out, Fragile swallowed and closed her own eyes. Her hands reaching up to wipe the sweat forming on her brow. There was a lot on her mind, so many concerns, and worries not just for Higgs, but herself.

She got up, swallowed her pride, and went to go draw the bath for Higgs like she said. The whole time, thinking about how they were going to move forward.

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petersshirts · 5 years

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The Truth | tom holland

summary: tom just can’t hide his feelings anymore

warnings: none, just fluff

words: 1,7 k

A/N: this is for @hollandsosterfield and @spidey-caps birthday writing challenge, i chose the prompt „I sleep better if you’re around.“ with my boi tom, i hope you enjoy!! and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

„Y/N, you’re up!“ The voice of an unfamiliar man woke you from your daydreams and you looked up, trying to remember where you were. There were people all around you, fixing cameras and talking quietly while you just sat there, waiting for the next interview.

You just nodded and got up to walk to the blue couch that was still empty but as soon as you sat down, you heard a familiar laugh that made your insides churn. Tom walked into the room and shook hands with a few of the journalists, that handsome smile never leaving his lips.

You had always hated press tours. Especially with Marvel - there was never anything you could really talk about and it seemed like you never slept. But with Tom around, you never wanted this to be over. Your co-star always lit up every room he walked in, just like he lit up your heart.

You had met Tom on the day of your audition for the first Spider-Man movie and you were completely overwhelmed. This was your first movie and Tom was just so nice and welcoming - he showed you the food and encouraged you all day, knowing somehow that you would get the part. And since that, you just couldn’t stop thinking about him.

You knew that you were only co-stars and you were just playing one of his classmates - but somehow it felt like so much more. There were stolen glances in between takes and smiles that were just meant for you. But you never dared to make the next step. The two of you spend a few nights in hotel rooms watching movies and falling asleep together, but there was never more. You were too afraid to let him in.

„Hey, you.“ Tom whispered and send you a smile that made you weak in the knees. Thank god for that couch you were sitting on. „H- hi.“ It was always hard for you to talk to him - you always wondered why he even talked to you. There were so many more beautiful girls out there like Zendaya. God, Zendaya. She was a goddess.

„How’s LA been treating you?“ Toms’ eyes were full of curiosity and you could only smile, happy that someone like Tom was around. He really cared about the people around him. But you hoped that he could care a bit more about you.

„It’s been good. The city’s just a bit too big for me.“ Tom nodded, knowing how you felt. Just like him, you were from the UK but you came from a much smaller town than him. Because of that, the two of you hit it right off. When you started talking, it felt like Tom was a long lost friend you’ve been looking for. With him, you were not an outcast surrounded by Americans.

„I know the feeling. I’m so excited to head back home.“ You smiled at Tom but before you could answer him, you were interrupted by the interviewer talking to the camera to tell you that the interview was starting and it was time to put on that smile you just wanted to throw in the trash.

After a few hours of talking about a movie you couldn’t really talk about, the day was finally done. Tom had a few more interviews with Jake Gyllenhaal, so you just waved at him before you left the room. But with you turning your back away from Tom, you didn’t see the longing look on his face.

Since it was already 6 pm, you told your driver to bring you back to the hotel. There were only two more days left until you headed back home to your family for a week. In your room, you ordered room service and changed into some comfy pyjamas and opened Netflix. When you look at the list of your recently watched movies, you had to grin.

Last week, Tom told you that he had never watched the Princess Diaries so you forced him to watch it with you. And he loved it. Tom was such a sap at heart and you just loved watching him laugh out loud and just smile like a goofball through the whole movie. After you finished the first one, Tom insisted on watching the second one and even though it was pretty late you agreed, because you just couldn’t say no to him.

But as soon as the intro started, you fell asleep. Tom covered you with a blanket and when you woke the next morning, he was still there. Your stomach erupted with butterflies when you saw his sleeping face right next to you, his mouth slightly open and his curls all over the place. He looked so peaceful at that moment and you had wished that you could stay like this forever. You wanted to reach out and touch his hair and wake him up with a kiss, but you were just friends.

You sighed and looked for something else to watch to get your mind off the British boy. It was particularly hard when you saw him every day, trying to tell yourself that he was way too good for you.

Room service arrived pretty quickly and you found yourself on the bed, eating your burger and fries while watching a sad romantic movie that was just right up your alley. When you finished the food, the movie was getting more heart-wrenching and you started crying, always really touched by those cliche movies. Suddenly, there was a knock on your door and your eyes widened, wondering who would want something for you this late at night.

You hopped off the bed without a second thought and rushed to the door, only to reveal the by that you couldn’t stop thinking about. Tom smiled at you but as soon as he saw your tears, he looked a lot more worried. He moved forward and grabbed your arms, his eyes searching for what caused those tears.

„Hey, are you okay?“ You couldn’t help yourself and started to giggle, causing Tom to look even more concerned. „Yeah, I was just watching a sad movie. I’ll be fine.“ Tom let out a breath and smiled, happy that nothing was wrong. He would hate himself if there was something he had done.

„What are you doing here?“ You raised an eyebrow, not sure why he had shown up in front of your room. Normally, he would send you a text and ask if he could come over to talk, but it was unusual for him to just show up in front of your door. But to be honest - you weren’t complaining.

Suddenly, Tom started to blush and look to the ground, avoiding your gaze. „Uhm, I kinda need to talk to you. Can I come in?“ Well, this was even weirder. But you just smiled and opened the door wider.

Tom walked in and you followed him, slowly realising that your room looked like a complete mess. There were plates everywhere and it looked like a raccoon just ravished this place. But Tom didn’t even comment on that and just sat down on the bed, his eyes still fixated on the ground. Something must be terribly wrong.

You sat down next to him, unsure what to say. You fidgeted with your fingers, hoping that he would actually say something. Maybe he had girl problems and he needed your help. That would be the worst - how could you help the boy you really liked with another girl??„Okay, I’m just gonna say it.“ Tom finally looked up and right into your eyes. You just stared at him, waiting.

„I like you, Y/N. For quite a while now. And I don’t know if you feel the same but I just can’t stand watching from the side when I just want you to be mine.“ Your eyes widened and you tried to understand what Tom just said The exact words you’ve been dreaming of for a long time. You wanted to tell him the same thing, that you just couldn’t stop thinking about him whenever he was near or gone, but Tom was faster than you.

„And I know that it’s pretty cliche with us being co-stars but when I saw you the first time and I saw you smile, I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re my match, Y/N. Whenever we had those movie nights and you fell asleep, I just wanted to hold you close and kiss you, but I was never sure that you felt the same way. But now I’m selfish. And I’m sorry if this is…“ but before he could say anything else, you grabbed his hand to get his attention. A smile was on your lips and you just grinned at the boy, your heart beating a million times a minute.

„Tom, I feel the same way. I always wanted to tell you but I was just too scared.“ Now it was Toms’ turn to look shocked, but soon he started to grin like a 10-year-old. „Does that mean I can kiss you?“ His words were only a whisper and you could only nod, a blush rising on your cheeks.

Tom slowly moved forward and your lips met his and a small whine escaped his throat. Your hands wandered to his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel him. Tom nudged your nose and you giggled, happy that everything had finally fallen into place.

Soon, Tom moved you on the bed and the two of you cuddled while you finished the movie you started. And when it was don, you asked him to stay. Toms’ face lit up and he just nodded when he turned off the light turning the room into complete darkness. Tom nuzzled his face into your neck and you sighed, the smile never leaving your lips. Finally, after all those years, things had fallen into place.

„I sleep better if you’re around.“ Tom mumbled into your neck and you laughed at the soft touch, but you knew exactly what he meant. With him, you felt safe. Like everything would be even brighter the next day with your boy by your side.

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shes-soparticular · 5 years

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Slow Burn (Part VII)

Summary: What if Shawn met someone that first night in Amsterdam? What if she was the love of his life?

(Part I) (Part II) (Part III) (Part IV) (Part V) (Part VI) (Masterlist)

A/N: I know I said the Chicago chapter would be next, but I wanted to write in this little transitional bit to tie up some….loose ends, if you will. I already have the Chicago chapter started, though, and hope to have that ready for you guys in the coming days.

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Walking down the jetway at O’Hare feels more like walking down a gangplank than simply coming home. The six-hour flight from London was supposed to have calmed Alex’s nerves. It was supposed to have given her the much needed silence and clarity to string together the thoughts she needed to express to Ethan. But while she’d absent mindedly sipped the free airplane wine and stared at the dark clouds outside, she’d found herself picking at scars she thought had healed long ago. Trading the windows of the plane for those of a taxi, she stopped forcing herself to create a script for what was to come. She’d spent too many years filtering herself, it was high time to strip herself bare.

Before she even unlocks the door to her apartment, she knows he’ll be there waiting for her. That’s usually how they planned her returns, with Ethan picking up takeout and waiting on her couch. But as she ushers her overpacked suitcase through the front door, she’s shocked to see him sitting rigidly at her kitchen table with a large cardboard box sitting at his feet. Steeling her nerves, she slowly shuts the door behind her. “Hey, how are – “ Before she can finish her pleasantries, he leans forward and taps the cardboard box, quick to interrupt her.

“I think I managed to get everything. Your records, books, clothes. If anything comes to mind that’s missing, one of your friends can come get it.” Sure enough, she can see a few flashes of her possessions sticking out the top of the box. Among them, a dog-eared copy of On the Road, a second hand Eagles vinyl, and a sun-faded denim jacket he’d bought her from a vintage store during better days. Eyes flickering from the box back to his face, her lips open and close several times before she finds her words again.

“I…we should talk, though.” She knows letting him walk out the door with everything left unresolved won’t help either of them. Knowing Ethan, though, keeping him there and convincing him to listen is far easier said than done.

“Save it, Alex.” He sighs deeply, sounding almost as drained as she feels. “Did you really think I didn’t see this coming from a mile away? That I didn’t notice you falling all over him? I know you’ve always pegged me as an idiot, but no one could possibly miss that. Trust me.” There’s a sharp edge to his words, cutting through the exhaustion.

The last thing she wants to do is interrupt him in that moment, but her words come quick on the heels of his. “I need you to know that it’s not about that.” Even though it seems like a cop out, she truly means it. She’d left this relationship in spirit quite a long time ago, long before she’d looked up from her drink in a hotel bar to see those hazel eyes fixated on her. “Can you even remember the last time we were in a good place? That either of us truly wanted to be here other than it being comfortable?” The way he looks away from her, his jaw only tightening, Alex knows this probably won’t be the come to Jesus conversation they really need to have.

“You know how many times I could have taken off? Do you?” Ethan still avoids eye contact with her at all costs, instead seemingly studying his shoes. “But I never did. I stuck around. I tried. Then the second I’m out of your sight, you’re traipsing around Europe with some other guy as if we haven’t been together for years.” Of course she knew this argument would be coming and it was completely valid. No matter how she tried to rationalize it or explain it away, she’d hurt him. And she’d known what she was doing, on some level, all along. She couldn’t feign innocence this time.

“That’s not how this should have gone, I truly apologize for that. Despite all of our bullshit and the way we left things earlier this year, I should have been honest with you all along.” Alex swears she can see his features soften ever so slightly at her admission, but his eyes still refuse to turn towards her. What comes next nearly sucks the air out of her chest.

“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

Is she? She’s done her best not to let her heart go there, much less her mind. Considering she hasn’t gone so far as to admit that to herself yet, or to Shawn, the last thing she wants to do is have Ethan be the first person on the receiving end of that revelation. Even though she can’t answer with a resounding yes, she can’t say no either. Didn’t she just get done apologizing for not having been honest all of those months? It didn’t make sense to attempt a lie now. There was no point. When it becomes obvious to Ethan that her silence will continue unbroken, he finally rises to his feet, leaving a wide gap between them as he slips passed her towards the door.

“Listen…I know you want this clean break. To be absolved of any guilt so you can ride off into the sunset. But you gave up. After everything we’ve been through? You checked out.” For the first time, she can hear weakness creep into his voice. A tone she’s so rarely heard from him. Only a moment passes before he clears his throat, shaking it off, his voice returning to its tempered firmness. “That’s on you, Alex. You’re the one that’s always been at arm’s length. That’s just who you are.” Those last words sting more than anything else he’s said thus far, more than the guilt already weighing like a yoke around her neck. Because there’s a real grain of truth to it. Even if they aren’t in love anymore, even if maybe they never were, Ethan still managed to see qualities in her she didn’t even recognize in herself. What if the disconnect she’s been pinning on her relationship with Ethan had been her fault all along? What if history repeated itself with Shawn and she never truly let him in? As best she could, Alex cleared that thought out of her mind. Right now, she needed to focus on the relationship ending in front of her. On giving it the attention it deserved. Giving Ethan the attention he deserved. Not every moment of their relationship had been negative. No matter how she felt now, it didn’t erase all of the good memories they had created together. He was her first everything. They’d spent more years growing together than they had growing apart. Despite this being an entirely necessary move for both of them, that didn’t stop her heart from sinking at the finality of it all.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t give you what you needed.” She blinks back the years stinging the corners of her eyes, an overwhelming combination of emotion filling her chest. Relief. Nostalgia. Guilt. Hope. “I know this is going to sound cliché, but I really hope you find someone that can.” Even though Ethan was notorious for needing the final word, he doesn’t take it this time. Instead, he makes his way out her door one last time without so much as a glance over his shoulder. And just like that, the only man that had ever been hers was now an outsider.

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Watching his friends gathered around his kitchen island, laughing over an expanding number of empty Coors Light cans, he can’t shake the fact that his mind is elsewhere. Being back in Toronto, back home, doesn’t feel nearly as fulfilling as it should. All he wants to do is be fully present in that moment, to listen avidly as his friends bitch about their remaining college courses, to join in and reminisce over all of the stupid shit they used to do back before anyone was paying attention. But selfishly, all he can think about what’s missing. About how badly he wants to have Alex leaning into him, her hand resting on his chest while she takes every opportunity to team up with Brian to roast him. He can picture her fitting in so perfectly, that charmingly loud laugh of hers never lost amongst the crowd. The type of girl that didn’t need him glued to her side, but could mingle amongst everyone and have her own inside jokes by the end of the night. Except of course that he’d insist on being glued to her as much as physically possible, tugging her onto the balcony by her belt loops when the need for a moment alone became too much to deny.

Instead, he ends up alone on his balcony, save for his phone and a half empty glass of gin and tonic. Without hesitation, he scrolls to her contact and holds his breath as he waits for her to answer. They’d exchanged a few texts since they’d left London for their respective homes, but they hadn’t actually spoken. He hadn’t heard her voice. And now, with the Bombay Sapphire coursing through his veins, he can’t wait any longer. His goal had been to give her a few days of space, to handle that elephant in the room they hadn’t spoken of since the last time their lips had touched. But he’d by lying if he said he wasn’t growing concerned, that he wasn’t yearning to hear from her. Even a few days of separation had felt so foreign and restless, the thought that he might not see her for another month nagged at him endlessly. So now, breathing in the cool spring air with the CN Tower glowing before him, he hopes hearing her voice will calm him the way he’d grown accustomed to. Sure enough, the second she picks up, her hello soft and honeyed, a wave of relief passes over him.

“Hey stranger.” He can’t hide the smile in his voice, as much as he’d love to play it cool. “I don’t know if you remember me, but my name is Shawn Mendes and we hung out a lot in Europe together.”

“Hmmm, doesn’t ring a bell?” Her voice comes across just a bit groggy – he really should have checked the time – but her signature lightness is there. The playful rasp that he can’t get enough of. “Tall? Ruthlessly soft curls? Bedroom eyes?”

“Oh, bedroom eyes? Is that how I look at you?” There’s an abundantly obvious answer to that question, they both know it, but she simply answers with a gentle giggle.

“How’s the party going? I’m already in my pajamas over here.” She sounds generally interested, which erases his guilt over the possibility of having woken her up.

“Not the same without a certain someone here to get hyped over Tom Petty songs.” The number of ways he could have ended that sentence, the number of things he’d rather say, is endless. But most of those statements are along the lines of the girl I love isn’t here and I’m in my feelings about it.

“As long as no one else is taking my place in that regard, I don’t want to have to square up but you know I will.” He doesn’t doubt that for a second. Silently, he hopes she’s feeling territorial in more ways than one.

“Who could possibly take your place?” Without intending to, he lets a tenderness creep into his statement giving it the weight he’s been trying to avoid. “How are things in Chicago? Any other tall, curly headed boys giving you bedroom eyes out there? Because…I don’t want to have to square up but you know I will.”

“Nope, not at all.” There’s a pause from her end of the line as she contemplates her response. When she finally speaks, it’s easy for him to understand why she’d taken her time. “Utterly single over here.” That word: single. A word he’s been both waiting to hear and now hoping to change. A word that’s set his heart racing nearly as much as when the words “kiss me” had left her lips.

The only thing he can manage to say comes out as a deep breath. “31 days.”

“No…” And with that word, she nearly stops his heart. “30 days. It’s after midnight.”

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returntoinocense · 5 years

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The way you make me feel

Penny Haywood x Slytherin fem!mc warnings: none word count: 3315 Part 1 Part 2 A/N: No beta we post our drafts like men, my mental health is taking a toll on me please don’t hate me D: I didn’t want to leave you hanging and it was getting a little too long for my taste so I’m posting the end in two parts.

Also big thanks to @dratin-dragonadetinta96 for putting up with my bullshit.

Finally the day to go back home for the holidays has come. The platform was crowded with students. You were really excited and nervous but mostly nervous. Penny’s parents agreed to let her go to your family’s Christmas party; your relationship with her was no secret to her parents and they were really happy for the both of you.

Penny was going to stay at the manor for at least three days, the rest she was going to spend it with her family.

You communicated your parents that you were bringing a friend with you for the party so you wouldn’t get bored like most years, and they accepted without much discussion. It was surprising to say the least, but it couldn’t make you happier that they agreed. It was the first time that you brought someone over that wasn’t Rowan, though something quite unpleasant settled at the pit of your stomach.

You were going over every possible scenario in your head while idly going over your luggage, when a hand on your shoulder distracted you; turning around you notice Rowan softly smiling at you.

“Hey… what’s got you so troubled, you look ghostly?” Rowan asked worry plastered on her face. You look at her giving a sad smile.

“I’m just a little stressed that’s all, nothing to worry about” you said dismissing your friend’s worry who just crossed her arms and looked at you incredulous. You sighed, your stiff shoulders dropping a little and finally, spoke your mind.

“I’ve been analyzing every possible scenario of how my parents could react once they realize what’s been happening and honestly, I don’t see a lot of good outcomes” you look at her a little defeated and continue “all I can hope for is that they won’t do anything drastic, I don’t care what happens to me I’m more worried about Penny”

Rowan hugged you tightly and without letting you go they said “Everything will work out just fine, you’ll see. Even though your parents are a little bit fanatics they still love you, I know that they’ll want you to be happy” she rubs soothing circles on your back. You relax on her embrace and hug her back before gently pulling back to look at her.

“Thank you Rowan, I can always count on you to make me feel better” you smile noticing Penny, Tonks, Tulip, Barnaby and Charlie walking towards you.

“You weren’t leaving without me were you?” Penny said nudging your side and kissing your cheek.

“Wouldn’t dream of it Pens” you said smiling and sliding your arm on her waist pulling her closer. Rowan and the rest smiled at both of you.

“Are you all going home for the holidays?” you asked curiously, surprised that you didn’t ask sooner.

“Tonks and I are staying; we’ve got some mischief to do” Tulip first answered pulling Tonks closer to her and winking. “We are probably going to get into a lot of trouble. But I can’t pass another opportunity to mess with Flitch” Tonks continued, giggling.

You shake your head at them smiling, wishing that you could see what they were preparing for that poor man, not that you liked him but you could only pity him, after all being the target of those pranks couldn’t be the best thing in the world.

“Well guess it’s going to be fun for you guys, you better write about it, I really need to know how it goes” Penny says giggling.

“Yeah don’t have too much fun without us” Charlie said suddenly looking at you with his eyes wide open “Oh! I almost forgot” he pulled a little package from his satchel an gave it to you “Mom wanted me to give you these, they are matching mittens, for both of you” he smiled “and she also said that you are always welcome at the burrow if you ever need a place to stay or if you just want to visit” the last part was directed at you, specifically, and you knew it, you smiled and hugged him, Penny joining in a second later.

“Thanks, I’ll make sure to write” you said enthusiastically “Are you joining us in the train? You asked hopeful.

“Oh…no” he said sadly “I’m going to be with my brother Percy and there are already three of you in that compartment”

“Oh that’s alright” Penny said a little sad ��what about you Barnaby? Are you joining us?” he was looking around kind of lost but quite fixated on Rowan, noticing the attention turning to him he straighten up and looked at Penny.

“Yeah sure” he said smiling and scratching the back of his neck “I’d love to”

“Perfect, now that that’s settled why don’t we start getting on board, I’m getting a little anxious of just standing around” it came out a little ruder than you intended which got you a few strange looks. You shrugged “Sorry I’m a little on edge” at that Penny held your hand and smiled at you.

“It’s going to be fine, don’t worry” you nodded and squeezed her hand a little.

You said your goodbyes and boarded the train finding your compartment and just throwing your backpack in there sort of to claim it and flopped down on the seat. Barnaby, Rowan and Penny followed close behind. Penny tapped your legs from the seat and sat close to you a smile on her face.

“I can’t believe we are spending Christmas together as a couple” she said grabbing your arm and shaking it a little.

“Yeah I hope you like my house, we are also going to see Barnaby at the party right?” you look at him and Rowan “You know you can bring anyone you want with you as your date or friend I don’t know…” you said know full well that he fancied Rowan.

“So anyone I want huh?” he said side eying Rowan and blushing a little “It’s going to be fun, will you go with me Rowan?”

It amused you how much Rowan got flustered at the sudden invitation; you looked at Penny in complicity and grinned.

Rowan fixed her glasses and looked down blushing “I… uh y-yes” she composed herself and spoke surer of herself “Yes, I’d love to” she smiled at him and then made a face at you and Penny, you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Awn that’s so cute” you said snuggling with Penny “Finally, after so many years, it’s gonna be a fun Christmas” you said with a sad smile, wishing Jacob was there to share it with him, the discomfort coming back to you a little. But even though you still haven’t found him, you gained a lot of friends that feel as if they were your siblings specially Rowan, she was your best friend, and seeing her getting flustered and with that stupid grin on her face after Barnaby asked her out, made your current uneasiness all the more bearable it.

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The rest of the trip you enjoyed some treats from the trolley and sat in comfortable silence watching how Barnaby fell asleep on Rowan’s shoulder. He shook awake as the train stopped at King’s Cross. Penny said her parents were going to wait for you at the station to pick up Beatrice and to greet both of you; after all they wanted to meet the person that Penny speaks so highly of.

Penny and you parted ways with Rowan and Barnaby shortly after getting your luggage.

To say you felt nervous was an understatement, you were sweating and your mouth was dry like the desert. Penny was pulling you by the hand evading the people on the platform to where her parents were. “Relax you big dork they are gonna love you” she said noticing your stiffness. “it’s not like you are gonna have dinner with them or something” she said with a smile and suddenly you remembered that she must be feeling them same nervousness as you are but multiplied since she’s gonna spend a few days in your house.

You stood still as Penny greeted her parents with a hug; you looked at her lovingly when she turned around and extended her hand to you.

“Mom, dad, this is Y/N Y/LN, my girlfriend” she said with the most beautiful and proud smile you’ve ever seen, kind of like the one she makes when nailing a potion but brighter. You took her hand and slowly but surely got closer and nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, I hope you don’t mind me stealing your daughter this Christmas” immediately after saying that you felt awkward. Mr. Haywood crossed his arms glaring at you and making you feel small for a second before he embraces you in a tight hug, lifting you from the ground and laughing a little.

“Ha-ha! I like you kid, though it makes me sad that we won’t spend Christmas together. I’m glad that I can see her smiling like that again” he put you down carefully as Mrs. Haywood approached and hugged you briefly smiling. You sighed in relief and smiled back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t extend the invitation for the whole family” you look down “but I’m afraid my parents don’t know about the actual state of our relationship and well they can be a little…” you looked at them apologetically “intolerant…” The Haywood’s looked at each other and nodded, Mrs. Haywood leaned in.

“Well dear, you are always welcome at our home” she put a reassuring hand on your shoulder and grinned. “I know it’s early but here’s your Christmas gift and yours too hunny” she handed you and Penny one package each. “Don’t open until Christmas” Mr. Haywood leaned on your ear and whispered “Seriously don’t open it”. Beatrice soon joined the scene hugging her parents and then Penny. She looked at you and walked close looking at you with her head held high point her finger at you.

“This is the first time I’m spending Christmas without my sister, you better take care of her or else” she glared at you and walked back to her parents who giggled. Penny shook her head and grabbed your hand. You smiled at her as you felt something pull at your coat, looking down you notice your house elf, Solry with an inpatient look on his face.

“Master Y/LN, you are thirty minutes behind schedule” raising your eyebrows you looked at your watch and then at Penny’s parents apologetically.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry, time just went by so quickly, I’m afraid we have to go my parents don’t appreciate delays” you shrunk yours and Penny’s luggage with reducio saving it in your backpack. “it’s been a pleasure meeting you, expect mail from us, we have a long way to Gales” you waved them goodbye and waited for Penny to say her goodbyes then pulled her by the hand following the house elf to wherever place your father decided to put the portkey. You look at Penny a little worried.

“Have you ever travelled by portkey?”

“Uh… not really, why?”

“Well you could experience nausea and dizziness. Oh and we have to grab it at the same time, just a heads up” you smiled as you arrived at the location and the elf pointed at a serpent statue, of course, you thought. You looked at Penny and signaled her to touch it without letting go of her hand.

A few moments later you arrived at a field near a cliff falling onto your back, Penny almost falling on top of you. Slowly you got up and cleared the dust from your clothes extending a hand to Penny who takes it a little disoriented.

“Are you okay?” you ask noticing her sudden pale face.

“Ugh…I think I left my stomach in London” she said clinging to your hand and placing her free hand on her mouth. A second later she let go of your hand to support he weight on her knees. You looked at her with a little pity.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it takes some time to get used to, I use it all the time and I still can’t get the landing right” you scratched the back of your head nervously then rubbed soothing circles on her back.

“I’m alright, I’m alright” she said as she looked up at you “Where are we?”

“Oh, we are on Y/LN manor grounds” you pointed to the big manor down the hill “it’s a small island, my father used a concealment charm to avoid muggles running into our house, or so he says, so we don’t have neighbors but I do like to sneak out to the small fishing village up north” you said with a fond smile.

“Oh alright… I … uh suddenly don’t feel like this was such a good idea” she said with a hint of fear on her voice.

“Well, we are already here and whatever happens, happens I guess…” you locked eyes with her “just know that I don’t regret being with you. With you I feel like I can overcome anything, no matter what it is and that I will always support you” Penny hugged you tightly.

“Thank you, Y/N, we can do this” you hugged her back and she kissed your lips “we should get going, we are already late aren’t we?” you kissed back and looked at Solry tapping his foot on the ground waiting for you to get going.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, it’s not the first time I’m late” you told him “if I could appear there at will I would of done that” the elf glares at you and banishes, you giggle and start walking towards the mansion with Penny close behind.

The manor looked centuries old, it rose from the ground as a proud example of the people that lived there, stoic yet vehement with a superiority air to it. Two Hungarian horntail dragon statues sat at each side of the main gate that opened for you as you got close to it. Penny looked at you as if questioning the choice for that particular decoration. You felt her gaze on you and shrugged looking straight ahead where both your parents stood, waiting at the door.

“Father is Hungarian” she looked at you suspiciously but said nothing as she noticed how tense you were.

“Y/N, Miss Haywood, I presume?” your father’s thick Hungarian accent greeted you both as he extended his hand to Penny, which she shook nervously.

“You can call me Penny… if you’d like” she said with a shy smile. Your father only nodded and gestured inside as he took a step back.

“You must be freezing and tired” your mother started “please, come inside there’s tea and biscuits” she said eagerly as she took Penny gently by the shoulder to guide her inside. “We can discuss sleeping arrangements and...” she looked at Penny who was wearing mainly muggle clothes “appropriate attire over tea” she looked down at her clothes, then at you mouthing what’s wrong with it? You just shook your head and shrugged.

***

“When you said you lived in a manor I didn’t think it was going to be…” Penny said gesturing vaguely at the room she was going to stay in, while she unpacked her belongings “…this. Your dad is scary. Your mom seems nice though”

“Even after judging you by how you were dressed? Even after the face she made when you told her you are half-blood?” you crossed your arms.

“Well, awkward conversation aside, I have a good feeling about her” she smiled, left all her stuff on the bed and crossed the distance to kiss your cheek “Will you be a dear and help me?” you blushed and nodded.

“We can do a little tour before dinner if you’d like” you held both of Penny’s hands and leaned in a little waiting for Penny to kiss you. But you were interrupted by the door flinging open. You instantly put a respectful distance between you and Penny, as your mother stood by the door frame with a surprised look on her face. Clearing her throat she began.

“If you girls are ready we are going to have dinner earlier so we can begin preparations early in the morning” she looked at both of you with suspicion. You looked at each other and nodded. “And Penny dear, I brought you some appropriate clothing; I believe they are you size” you grabbed the clothes with annoyance and Penny gently took them from you before you could say anything.

“Thank you Mrs. Y/LN, we’ll be right there” she smiled at your mother as she closed the door.

“Ugh, she has no right to tell you how to dress” you said throwing your hands in the air in frustration “you look just fine like that” you looked at her apologetically.

“It’s okay I can handle it, it’s just clothes” she said with a sad smile.

“You shouldn’t have to” you sighed and hugged her tightly and she hugged you back.

“Let’s not keep them waiting”

***

The next morning, you went straight to Penny’s room, getting in without knocking, in hopes to wake her up for breakfast, little did you know she was just out of the shower with only a towel covering her.

“Oh…” she said wide eyed as she threw a pillow at your face “Are you an animal!?” she yelled blushing and pulling the blanket from her bed towards herself “why don’t you knock?” you covered your eyes and turn around.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to… I wanted to surprise you” your face turned beet read and you couldn’t move.

“You damn well did, close the door at least you big dork!” she sighed as you closed the door “I’m changing in the bathroom” you heard the door to the bathroom close a little too violently and sighed cursing yourself for being so careless. Turning around you picked up the pillow, walked towards the bed, setting the pillow at the head and sitting waiting for Penny to come out.

“Pens…” you started, fidgeting with your fingers “I didn’t mean to startle you”

“I know” came her voice through the door “I’m just a little on edge, I had a nightmare” her voice didn’t sound convinced.

“You wanna talk about it?” something told you she wasn’t entirely honest, your mother’s words probably affected her more than she let on.

“Not at the moment, I just want to move on and have some breakfast, I’m starving” at that the door opened and she was dressed with her normal clothes and hair still a little damp. You smiled at her, getting up from the bed and kissing her lips.

“Breakfast is served, mother is nowhere to be seen and father left early in the morning”

“Well that’s a relief, we can breathe a little, but… we need to tell them at some point you know?” she looked down and held your hand.

“Yes, I know” you sighed “let’s just… let’s eat first and get ready for the day, mother said someone was coming over later today”

As you got downstairs, you heard the double doors open, Solry was greeting two hooded figures that soon became clear who they were, Merula and someone you assumed was her caretaker. What is she doing here? You thought, but you knew better than to make a scene.

“You are early…” you told her. Penny stopped next to you, letting go of your hand and keeping her hands to herself, at which she smiled wickedly.

“Ah, looks like I just made it for breakfast” she said with a sarcastic tone “Your mother was very nice to arrange my trip here, we get along pretty well” she winked and you crossed your arms.

“Yeah… it looks like it” you sighed and guided her towards the dining room.

#penny haywood x mc #hphm #penny haywood x reader #hogwarts mystery #wlw #100% best friend rowan #barnaby x rowan

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you answered my riddle

Riddler (x Female!reader?) oneshot

word count: 1842

A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing ed, and first in a long time writing a fic, so i am looking forward to what you all think! i hope you all enjoy! it dosnt get very romantic but there is scenes of tension and implied interest! i may do a follow up if people want one!

It had been a normal day at the club. It was around 9pm on a friday night and the club was packed with patrons, tables were full and the dancefloor was lively. I had worked there for around 3 months now and every day was the same, different people but same routine. My colleagues are nice, and we tend to joke about particularly extravagant customers. The customers usually behaved themselves, even the criminal ones. A local band was playing on stage, they were better than most acts we've had in the past, But unfortunately they were interupted by 3 loud gunshots coming from backstage.

Suddenly, four armed men wearing masks charged onto stage pushing the performers onto the dancefloor "Alright, everyone stay where you are! dont move!" one of them demanded as he pointed his gun to the ceiling and let off a few more warning shots. Their guns turned to the crowd of terrified gothamites. A chuckle could be heard, followed by "good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Im afraid tonights entertainment has been altered slightly!" I focused on the figure walking onto stage, it was a tall man in a stunning green suit and black bowler hat, the riddler, without a doubt. "- you're all going to be my entertainment now!" He chuckled into the microphone. I hadnt moved from the spot i was in when the first gunshot was fired. I couldnt seem to move yet my eyes were fixated on him. He continued to spew his selfcentered nonsense, carelessly waving around the pistol in his hand "now i dont want to hurt any of you lovely people, but im affraid unless the bar staff give me all of the cash out of the register, oh and answer my riddle, well you will all have to die, and we dont want that now, do we?"

I felt my heart beat faster as he jumped off the stage and started to carve a path through the crowd, directly towards me, one of his masked goons following close behind, empty cloth bag in hand. As he got closer i slowly raised the empty tray, that i was holding, to my chest, clutching it with both hands. A smirk spread accross his face as he pointed the gun at me and purred "c'mon now dear. Dont keep me waiting."

Nodding, i backed up towards the bar, placing the tray down next to the register. Riddler hopped up and sat on the countertop, speaking once again into the microphone as i opened the cash register and stepped aside to let the goon do his work. "Now whilst this lovely young lady is getting my money. Lets see if any of you can answer my riddle! Three tries to get it right! and if you dont?" Another gunshot into the ceiling.

By this time it was just plain irritating, so i plucked up some courage and interupted before he sould announce his riddle "Y'know riddler if you wanna leave here alive you might want to stop shooting the bloody ceiling, it'll fall down before you've finished running your mouth" i instantly regreted speaking as his head spun violently to stare at me, a look of suprise on his face. I could see his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to say something horrible, but he just smiled sarcastically and muttered "thanks for the heads up, darling,"

"now where was i, ah yes! my riddle!" he said, slowly turned his head back to the crowd "A most delicious thing, it can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting."

He looked at the faces of the crowd. Confused, fearful, and contemplating their careful answers, whispering between eachother. I watched as the masked man took out the last of the cash from the register. The riddle wouldnt stop repeating in my head. As I looked to the crowd to see if anyone had an answer, a man stood up and raised his hand. "You sir! What may your answer be! Remember, you all only get three tries!"

"Cake? The answer is cake." The man stuttered "its delicous and soft. But can be bitter if its a leaving present!"

The riddlers face turned from an amused smirk to pure anger "NO!" He widely strode over to the man who had now fallen to his knees in fear "CAKE?! WHO WAKES UP DUE TO CAKE?!" I look away as he strikes the man over the head with the base of his gun, knocking him out.

Riddler brushed himself off, sighing in frustration, slowly striding back to the counter, making eyecontact with me. I felt deep down that i knew the answer, and i couldnt let these people die, i could wait until someone else goes to answer, but then if i was wrong i would have to watch him shoot up the building, atleast if i got this wrong he would knock me unconcious. so i timidly raised my hand.

"so, you think you know the answer, 'ey?" He grinned as he leant over the counter, resting his hands under his chin.

"Yes. I think i do." "Well then, please, " he continues to repeat his riddle once more, making sure to emphasise each word of importance. "what. am. i?" "a kiss. Thats my answer, a kiss"

a long pause ensued as he turned round, straightening himself up and adjusting his hat. i felt as if i couldn't breath, i had no idea what would happen if i was wrong. then he spoke up.

"well, you are all safe, congratulations!" i let out a relieved sigh, i could breath again. Police sirens could start to be heard in the distance, riddler and his men start to head back to the stage "aaaand that is our call to go boys! I bid you all farewell! sorry for the inconvenience" And with that, riddler and his goons dissapeared backstage.

-1 week later-

Everything was back in order. The ceiling had been fixed and our doors were open once again. The only thing that was different was that the manager provided all employees with switchblades, for self defence of course.

Today it was my job to clean out the storage room(aka the basement). we store everything down there, from non perishable food to extra seating, and it was my turn to organise it. "Now where to start" i muttered to myself, deciding after some contemplating to start with the largest items and making my way to the smaller ones.

Around 2 hours into my mission, i heard the door to the basement creak open, i thought nothing of it as it was probably one of my co-workers looking for a new chair, it wasnt uncommon for a customer to request an extra one. But as the footsteps got closer i realised i didnt recognise the click of heels on the stone floor (no one i work with wears heels, were on our feet all day, why would we suffer through heels!) Fearing the worst i grabbed my blade out of my back pocket and turned round, pointing it at the unknown figure.

As i focused, i realised that edward nygma, the riddler, had returned once again. Although this time, instead of his dazzling green suit, he was sporting some matte black heeled dress shoes, fitting black trousers, a shirt with rolled up sleves and a form fitting waistcoat. Not to mention the extravigant black tie, deccorated with green question marks.

"Riddler" i shakily said, standing my ground as he walked towards me, stopping just infront of the blade i was holding .

"Hello again-" he glanced down, his hands reaching up to gently prise the blade out of my hand, admitely i was not fighting back, i was far too intimidated to fight back. "Thats enough of that. Im not here to harm you, y'know" he said, in a somewhat comforting tone. I took one step back, distancing myself as he was admiring the blade "atleast your boss isnt cheap, this is a nicely made knife" he looked up at me "now, if i give you this back, you promise to calm down?" He softly asked, gently holding the now closed switchblade out to me.

I hesitated, but nodded and accepted his offer, letting out a small sigh as i put the blade back into my pocket. Riddler calmly sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable "Now, isnt that better" he smiled. I stay silent. "you can talk yknow, im not going to bite!" "I just still dont quite understand why you are here..." i paused, not knowing how to reffer to him "Please, call me edward" "right, edward, why come back alone?" "well, to see you of couse!" "but....why? that dosnt explain anything" "you answered my riddle, plus, ive been fascinated with you since you started working here." me? yes i have seen edward in our club with oswald cobblepot in the past, and i have served him but fascinated? "well...im flattered, i really am, but fascinated? how?"

"well ive never seen you loose your temper, even with oswald and his demands, its quite impressive" he explained, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees "i wandered if you would tell me more about yourself?" i smiled and blushed, slowly starting to get back to my work, talking as i go "im afraid there isnt much to tell, im not that interesting, deffinately not compared to you and your company"

Ed pulled himself out of his chair to stand close besides me, handing me a fork to add to my pile "oh quite the contrary, anyone with saint's patience like you must have something interesting to tell" looking up into his eyes i saw the determination he had to make me talk, i knew we couldnt talk here, there was too much risk, considering the camera that was placed in the far corner of the room, currently not capturing eds presence. i turned my body to face him as i took the fork out of his hand, thumb slightly brushing his fingertips.

"well,ed, if you really want to know more, i think we should meet some other time, im sure you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were here, would we?" i said, gesturing over to the camera.

His face dropped as he realised the risk "i suppose you are right, give me a time and place and i'll be there."

"wow, you are determinded, aren't you? fine, meet me near the lake in the park, tomorrow at 7:30, deal?" i cannot belive i just suggested that. "we have a deal. i shall see you then" i cannot belive he just agreed to that. and with that, he skipped up the stairs, 2 steps at a time, stopping at the top to turn round, smirking at me once more before shutting the door behind him.

Until then, Mr.nygma.

#the riddler #gotham fanfiction #edward nygma x reader #riddler x reader #riddler oneshot #gotham oneshot #fanfiction #alex writes stuff #im super proud of this #im going to move this to ao3 when i finally get an account

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