#I drew the puzzle without the middle piece and then I was like 'but what if Yugi was looking at it'

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꧁༺ 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 ༻꧂

Nanami and you have known one another for a long time, you both desire one another but his fear of dying on a mission keeps him from you…

smut - fluff - minor angst

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈: 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉!!!

Leaning forward in the chair, his hands clasped together with his tie hanging loose from his collared shirt, Nanami watches over you as you sleep soundly in his bed. You were laying on your side facing away from him, your hair still damp from the rain… You had come to him late in the night looking for safety and as usual he gave it to you.

You had always trusted him more than anyone ever since you were both little, and in his heart he felt the very same yet he remained only your friend and nothing more. He’s always longed for you, wanting you at his side in life as his equal, his partner… his person. With his occupation though it was always a gamble, what if he were to die on a mission? How could he just leave you alone like that? Or even worse, what if he were to leave you with a child. The thought of leaving you and his child alone without him there caused a cold chill to run down his spine. What a dreadful thought… Not to mention, what if a curse came for to get back at him? These were the things that kept him from you.

When you were both only fifteen you had confessed your feelings for him, but it wasn't the right time, he didn't blame you. How were you supposed to know his good friend, Yu had just passed on? He kept it from you, he didn’t want to drag you into the mess of the jujutsu world… You stayed strong when he told you sorry, that he couldn’t reciprocate those feelings… How his heart ached that day… But now, ever since that day your life hadn’t been easy for you. Your father was stripped away from you thanks to a drunk driver and then your mother… That’s the day you got dragged into the jujutsu world, when your mother died by the hands of a curse… All your hopes had been destroyed of a normal life.

Nanami did everything he could to try and heal your broken heart, but unfortunately only you could do that yourself. He knows he could do more, that he could hold you in his arms, kiss your neck, and whisper sweet reassuring words in your ear as he held you tight, but he couldn’t.

Leaning back in his chair his arm muscles tighten at the thought of crawling in bed with you… The thought of him making love to you and calling you his. Instead, he offered his home to you as a safe haven for when you’re feeling alone, feeling as though you were being watched by the very monsters that destroyed what little happiness you had left. This wasn't the first time you had come to him in the middle of the night, not the first time you’ve been in his bed, fully clothed, curled up and asking to be held until your trembling stopped. This was another one of those nights where he heard his doorbell ring only to open it and have you fall into his arms like all those other times.

Sighing, Nanami stood from his sitting position and made his way to you. You were starting to shake in your sleep once more. Climbing under the covers alongside you, Nanami drew you into him, pressing you to him as if you were the missing puzzle piece, a perfect fit against his firm body. He draped his arm around your waist and slid his hand over your stomach settling in for the night.

Nuzzling his head into your hair, he could still smell a faint scent of peaches thanks to your hair being wet. He couldn’t help but mold into you further causing you to stir. Delicately you slid your hand over his guiding it to the clasp of your shorts. You didn’t get further as you felt his hand tighten around yours, “(y/n), we can’t.” Nanami tried to sound stern, but his low voice was filled with emotions giving himself away. “Kento, please… I- I can’t keep doing this. Why do you keep me close yet so far at the same time?”

Nanami didn’t quite know what to say, his eyes wide and thankful you couldn’t see his expression. “(Y/n), this world is cruel,“

“So then stop making it crueler by denying yourself of happiness.”

With that, you unbutton your shorts and guide his hand down to your soft freshly shaved mound. You traced the veins in his hand with the tip of your nails while grinding your hips into him, a soft moan escaping your lips, “Kento, please”. Nanami took a sharp breath, his much larger fingers caressing your folds, while trying to keep his hips in place as you continued to press into him with each passing second.

"I don’t want to hurt you," he whispered in your ear.

You said nothing as you pushed his hand further into the warmth of your folds, shuttering as his thick fingers parted your swollen lips and rubbed against the nub of your clit causing an electrical current of desire to go through you. Nanami pushed his face into the back of your neck, taking a deep breath as the bulge in his pants grew hard. He pushed his hand further, his fingers slipping inside your swollen pussy, biting his lip to hold in a moan.

He slipped his other arm under your body to help remove your blouse so he could pinch your nipple. You whimpered softly as Nanami twisted it between his fingers as he slid his fingers in and out of you.

"(Y/n),"

“Don’t think, just do. I trust you, Ken-chan.”

You slid down your shorts and panties fully to your ankles while Nanami slid down his trousers exposing his pulsating cock to the heat of your body. Feeling his shaft against your lower back, you leaned forward and pushed your hips up against it allowing his cock to slide along your slick slit until it found the sweetness of your opening. He penetrated you slightly then stopped… ‘This is wrong,’ Nanami thought to himself.

Knowing his anxiousness, you gently forced him inside of you and sank down on his cock. Reassuring him that this was indeed okay. Nanami threw his head back in pleasure as the hot wet sensation caused his cock to jump inside of you. He grabbed your hips and bit his lip as he thrusted himself further inside of you. Neither of you spoke, but instead allowed your bodies to speak the truth… Connecting as one brought your desires for one another higher and higher until Nanami felt his body take over and the reservations he once had quickly faded.

The heat of his desire took over as he plunged into your tight pussy, seeking to claim it as his own. You could feel his lips on your ear, nibbling your lobe before dragging his tongue along the length of your neck while his cock took over his thinking and he could feel the hot seed inside of him begin to rise with each stroke bringing it closer and closer to release.

You could feel the wave of passion rise in your core, your juices flowing like water over his cock and he pushed further and further into you. Your eyes were just slits, your mouth hanging open as your begged in your head for him to spill his seed inside you. Repeating over and over to fill you up until you’re carrying his child. The thought was bringing you closer to an exploding release, this is what you’ve always dreamed of, to have Nanami inside you.

You could feel his heart pounding against your back, could feel how his strong embrace was not possessive, but protective as if you might slip away if he were to let go. A single thought and fear of letting loose his seed inside you caused him to slow momentarily, but was soon pushed to the side as he was too caught up in the moment. He wanted to seize this, because what if this was his only chance? If he were to die tomorrow why not leave you with a gift and a part of him instead?

I’m that moment Nanami wanted nothing more but to fill you and claim you as his. His balls slapped against each time his cock slammed into you until every inch disappeared. Your orgasm shook your entire body, your pleads pushing from you “K-Ken please! Cum inside me!!!” Your trembles and the way your pussy clamped down on him ignited his cock to explode inside of you, painting your walls white with his seed. All he could do in this moment was hold you in his arms as stream after stream shot into your unprotected cunt.

One final gasp and he drained himself into you as you shuttered the final eclipse of your own orgasm. You both lay together quietly, softly holding each other. His hand tangled in your hair as you catch your breath. The darkness of the night enveloping you both once more while lost in your own world. Nanami could hear your breathing softening and steadying as he brushed back your hair with his hand, never moving away from you, but keeping you cradled in his arms.

"I can’t promise a bright future, (y/n)," he said in the darkness.

You pulled him closer, "it’ll always be bright knowing I had you in my life, Kento. No matter what happens.”

#jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #Nanami #jjk #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #kento x reader #jjk smut #nanami smut

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Endless Summer: Josh Kiszka x Reader Fanfiction

Part One

description: you and sammy have been best friends since you were kids, and being around his family was the norm your entire life. when invited to a trip to their family lake house during the summer, you find yourself spending more time with his brother than your best friend. and, one thing has been clear your entire friendship: brothers are off limits.

warnings for this series: alcohol and marijuana usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing

word count: 5.7k

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From the moment you met Sammy in grade school, fourth grade to be exact, you and him instantly clicked. Like two puzzle pieces that were missing to complete a full picture, he was the only person that you could truly confide in. Sure, you had other friends, but Sammy was different from the rest. He understood you better, noticed your different quirks and could predict your emotions with a single look in examination of your demeanor. He was undeniably sharp-witted with that kind of thing, and that seemed to run in the family.

Being friends with Sam for so long meant you would eventually be introduced to his adoring family, who all were very similar yet so unique to their own personalities. You remember going over to his house during summer after the fourth grade, and you finally got to meet his family: his sister, his parents, and his twin brothers.

For twins, they were quite different in the way they perceived themselves. Both had similar interests and could speak to each other without uttering a sound, but the one that captivated your interest the most was Josh. Sure, Jake's bad-boy phase was somewhat enticing to you, as you and Sam were a few years younger than the both of them, but Josh could make a room that once felt dark into a bright room full of kaleidoscopic color, and that's what drew you to him most.

Once you and Sam matured more, your topic of discussion became, well, a bit more adult. It never crossed your mind to think of starting a relationship with one of his siblings, because that seemed to be a given. But, since you were the opposite gender, Sammy felt as though the unspoken rule between you two had to be set down and defined.

"Absolutely under no circumstances do I want you to ever date one of my brothers."

And after that discussion one day as you and him neared the end of middle school, it was never spoken of again. Sure, you poked fun at him at the idea when you wanted to twist his nerves and see his face grow red with anger, but you never seriously considered it.

That was until the twins blossomed into high school and finished their senior year. And you were stuck with two more years of high school.

It should have never been a thought that crossed your mind. It was easier to keep fully platonic feelings towards Jake, as he always had some girl stuck by his side and you and him always kept your conversations short and sweet, but Josh, Josh was just different. He was a talker, and he never missed the opportunity to join a conversation with you and Sam or catch you alone and discuss anything that popped into his brain. Maybe it was the way he captivated your attention with the small, affectionate touch of his hand, or his witty comments that made you squeal with laughter. But you couldn't help but feel your heart twist at the thought of being something more.

But you were too young - younger than him, and you knew Josh most likely just considered you his "little sister" because you've always been that way since you were 9. Even though he never referred to you as his sister, it seemed like the obvious answer in what you and his relationship was.

Once you finally graduated high school with your best friend, everything was uphill from there. More freedom, more trips, and more time to spend with the people you considered your extended family. You always thought of Sammy like a brother, but it ended at that. Just Sammy and Jake, not Josh. It just seemed like you had a different relationship with him, or maybe that was a false reality you tricked yourself into believing.

When 2019 rolled around, and you were near the end of finishing your college degree, Sammy invited you to their family lake house during the summer. Just you, Sammy, Jake, and Josh. It wasn't necessarily a lake house, more so like a cabin, but you've all referred to it as such due to it being near the lake that you all would swim in as kids.

"We've got the whole trip planned out," Sam spoke to you over the phone, "going out to the lake, maybe a drive to the beach, the late-night talks around the campfire; all of it."

"You don't think they would mind me coming along on your all-boy's trip?" You ran your fingers through your hair, fixing your gaze on the bustling trees outside your window.

"Well, you're family. And, since Danny couldn't come, we have an extra room up for grabs. I can't think of anyone else to invite."

"So, I wasn't your first choice? Ouch." You joked, falling onto your bed as you listened to Sammy's huffed laugh.

"Listen, I didn't think you'd really want to go and spend a part of your summer with two boys and a strong, independent man. You-."

"You're referring to yourself as the man, Sammy?" You cut him off with a giggle, as if you needed the clarification.

"Shut up." He sighed; his voice laced with slight annoyance at your teasing. You could practically hear his eyes roll. "Besides the point, I think you should come. It'll be fun, I promise. It's only for a few weeks anyways. And, if you're not having a good time, which I doubt, I'll gladly drive you back home."

You pondered the idea for a moment. Your original plan was to spend time with a few friends from college, and also take a relaxing break off of work to focus on rejuvenating yourself for your fourth and final year of college. It was only for a few weeks though, so it wouldn't dent your plans by any means other than set them back a bit. Besides, you hadn't been to their lake house in what seems like an eternity. You'd been up there a few times with yours and his family, but only when you were kids. You'd taken a single trip during winter break when you were a sophomore in high school, but that was the end of it. It was always surrounded with family, and not just the four of you.

You clicked your tongue and thought for a moment longer before responding. "Yeah, yeah I'll go." You tugged at your bottom lip to contain your squeal of excitement as your mind ran through the things you wanted to do, hell, what to pack for the trip.

"Yeah! Alright!" Sam exclaimed. "We'll come grab you tomorrow, alright? Should give you enough time to say your goodbyes, pack, and all of that shit."

"Okay, alright. See you tomorrow." You said with excitement laced in your voice, and you pressed the red hang-up button on your phone and leaped off your back from your bed.

Bringing it up to your parents that you'd be going on such a trip wasn't an issue whatsoever. Again, they considered the Kiszka's like an extended family, and you going on that trip was like going with the siblings you never had on a summer vacation. And, you were staying in Michigan, so there wasn't an issue with proximity.

You'd seen Sam time and time again when he wasn't touring with his brothers and Danny, mainly because you had a closer bond with him, but not so much with interactions on Jake and Josh's side. Sure, they'd come over every now and then for dinners, but those were spread alongst the time span of a few months. You hoped they hadn't changed since you last saw them, but it sparked your mind with thoughts of what could possibly be different about them.

As you started to pack, picking out your favorite summer outfits and throwing them into a large blue suitcase, your mind kept wondering about those summer nights that would be spent outside surrounded by a small firepit with the boys. You hadn't spent this kind of time with them in a long time, and things were different: you all four were adults now. It wasn't as if you four hadn't hung out like adults, but this trip was vastly different than a casual dinner. You were spending time with the three of them for a month in a confined space, and practically every second of the day.

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The next morning rolled around, and you were abruptly woken up by Sammy shaking you out of your slumber.

You groaned unsatisfactorily and squinted your eyes, bringing the backs of your hands to them as you made out his figure that was outlined by the summer sun's rays of orange and yellow.

"What time is it?" You spoke hoarsely.

"10:17." He examined the time on his phone before meeting your eyes again. "Now c'mon, don't want to be waiting on you all day. Got a big day ahead of us." He gave you a satisfied smile.

You exhaled deeply as you crawled out of bed, making your way to your closet and lazily picking out the first shirt and pair of shorts you could find.

"I'll be five minutes tops, promise." You extended your pointer finger towards him.

With a single nod from him, you abandoned him in your room to change in your bathroom, and hastily got ready for the day. You decided to ditch the makeup to cut time down, only focusing on the necessities of your morning routine.

When you met Sam back in your room, you found your suitcase and tucked your toiletries in the front pocket as you beamed a smile towards him.

"15 minutes has to be some sort of record time for you, y/n." He swiped his finger under his nose, looking down at you with a perky smirk.

"You're lucky I decided not to dry my hair." You shot a glare, intended to be playful, and received a soft chuckle from your friend.

After you had said your final goodbyes to your parents, Sam followed you out of your home and escorted you to Josh's infamous white Jeep that glistened under the sunlight, with the doors taken off along with the roof of the car itself. Although the humidity already had your loose shirt sticking to your skin, you knew the warm breeze on the duration of the drive would let you grow comfortable with the thick air.

Sam slid your suitcase into the trunk and rushed his way to the front door to secure his place, and you settled with defeat as you wrapped your hand around the handle of the back door.

"Sam, why don't you let her sit up front? The lady always should be given the front seat. Has y/n taught you nothing on being a gentleman?" Josh spoke with a crooked smile.

Sam glared at his brother, accepting his fate and opening the door to gain you access in the front seat. With a small giggle, you shrugged, and hopped in.

"Alright kids, everyone buckled?" He turned his head to his twin, then Sam, and landed his eyes on you.

This was the first time you had actually caught a glimpse of Josh. His eyes were shielded by thick black sunglasses, with the sides of them nearly covered by his hair. Although his face was the same, he had seemed to grow thinner, in the sense of losing any baby fat he still had clinging onto him. And his hair, bigger than before, ran loose chestnut brown curls. Jake, on the other hand, only grew his hair longer, seemingly surpassing Sam.

You gave Josh a nod with a small, assuring smile, and he set off on the road at a high speed. Looking back at Sam, your eyes fell on Jake, who immediately caught your attentive look, and gave you a small wave with his calloused fingers.

As the drive went on, and Josh harmonizing to the music or starting a simple conversation about nothing, you let your head rest on the seat as the summer air whipped your face pleasurably. It was a perfect day for a drive as such, with the wind cooling the hot sun that liked to slap at your skin and send UV rays to start a light tan. As your relaxation set in more, you realized how much you missed this; spending time with the three of them. Having them around held you at ease.

"Have you been informed of the itinerary for today?" Josh spoke loudly over the barking wind.

You shook your head no, suppressing your laughter as you noticed his hair flying around manically. Sam and Josh combated the wind with tying their hair up, along with you, but Josh didn't seem to care that the breeze tangled in his curls.

"Well, once we get there, we're uh..." Josh furrowed his brows for a moment, "what are we doing again?" He slightly turned his head towards the back seat.

"Unpacking then heading to the lake." Jake chimed in, to which Josh responded with a comical "ah" in remembrance.

"Right! So, to reiterate what Jake said, we're going to unpack then head to the lake. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah." You yelled over the wind with a vigorous nod, just to clarify your agreement in case the wind drowned out your voice.

Although the drive was a near two hours to arrive at Cloverdale, time passed by swiftly. Upon arrival, you all jumped out of Josh's car and walked with your own suitcases and bags into the familiar yet foreign lake house.

You took a quiet, deep breath as you stepped inside, memories of running around the place until you were utterly exhausted flooded your brain. Your eyes scanned the large wooden walls, examining the artwork and family photos littered around the living room.

"You know where your room is?" Sam took his place at your side.

"Well, there's four rooms from what I remember, and I'm assuming you all had your fair-share of bickering about who gets which one. I'll just take whichever isn't occupied." You rocked on your heels as you raised your brows, turning your attention back to scaling the walls with your eyes.

"You'll be glad to know that we left the master bedroom to you." He smiled proudly.

"Are, are you sure? Because I don't mind staying in-."

"Y/n, are you seriously going to turn down the biggest room in the cabin?" He huffed a laugh with an open-mouthed smile.

"No, no. I'm not. Just surprised you didn't call it first." You jeered playfully, which caused Sammy to send a light punch onto your forearm.

He led you upstairs to the bedroom, which was a few feet from the one he'd be staying in, and stopped in his tracks as you continued stepping through the room. It was quite spacious for a seemingly small exterior of the house. You hadn't been in this room, mainly because it was reserved for their parents, but you'd seen a small portion of it every time you would pass by it. There were two nightstands, one on either side of the bed, and a large dresser that laid on the wall in front of it, along with a mirror. And, you even got your own bathroom, with white tiles stuck onto the walls and a shower with sunflower curtains, and a small window.

"You get the royal treatment." Sam spoke to break the silence.

Your head whipped around to him.

"Which I rightfully deserve." You fully turned your body, placing your hand on your chest.

"Don't act so high and mighty princess because you've got the biggest bedroom. I'm right next door, and I have no issue with kicking you out." He challenged.

"That's if I don't kick you out of your room first for snoring too loud." You shot back, which caused Sam to laugh.

"Hey! At least I don't wake up in a pool of drool every morning." He folded his arms together, lacing his voice with sass.

"I do not drool, Sam!" Your mouth hung open in a smile.

"In fact, you got a little..."

"Settle down, children! No fighting!" Josh peaked his head into the bedroom.

You both fixed your attention on Josh, as the corners of his lips rose while he flicked his eyes between the both of you.

"Do you two plan to join us at the lake?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, just give me a few to change." You nodded, looking over to Sam.

He agreed with your statement and left you alone in the room to give you the privacy you needed to remove your clothing and dress into your swimsuit.

You packed a few options, but today you chose a bikini that squeezed at your breasts, with scattered daisies on the top and your bottoms that hugged at your waist.

You found a sheer, white dress to throw over your swimsuit, and sandals to match along with a pair of sunglasses to protect your eyes from the unforgiving sun.

Getting to the lake was just a short walk, and you set your belongings on the ground as everyone admired the sight in front of them: large trees of emerald, green that shadowed the lake, but not enough to fully hide the sun from the calm waters. There was a walkdown to the lake, along with a cliff high up enough to jump off into the water, and your thoughts immediately told you that that was going to be everyone's ticket into the lake.

As your eyed roamed on everyone, who seemed too caught up in the spectacular view to care where your eyes laid, you found yours on Josh. His figure was leaner now, with a toned back and sporting grey swim trunks that hung dangerously low on his hips. You watched as he strode over to the cliff, then his brothers following in line. You stripped yourself of your dress and followed shortly behind, catching up with Sam.

Everyone glanced over at each other, as if they were all unsure of who was going to take the leap of faith first.

"Ladies first." Sam pushed your back towards the edge of the cliff, causing you to quickly plant your feet into the ground to keep you from falling.

"Since when did you become such a gentleman? Are you scared?" You turned your head towards him.

"No, I've done this jump before. But you, from what I recall, haven't."

"I call bullshit." Jake chuckles, which causes Josh to run his hands over his mouth to barely cover his toothy smile.

"You guys don't remember two summers ago when we came here?" Sam threw his hands up in defense, looking at his brothers for recognition in his memory. They both just stared blankly at him, either to pretend not to remember or simply because they had no recollection of it, to which Sam huffed a sigh and rested his hands on his hips.

"You're all a bunch of chickens." Jake pushed past you three and gave himself a small running start before leaping off the cliff and yelping in excitement.

The sound of crashing waves hit at the pit of your stomach, and your fear of heights became more apparent as you shifted on your feet.

"I second that." Josh stated with a wiggle of his finger. And with a loud, animalistic yell, he ran off the edge of the cliff and manically flew in the air, falling fast to the water and crashing swiftly.

"You want me to go first?" Sam looked at you as he sucked on his cheek.

"I might just take the long way down." You shrugged, taking another look off the edge of the cliff before meeting his eyes again.

"Don't tell me you're scared." He gasped, acting surprised.

"Yeah, like you're not scared shitless yourself." You glared at him.

He hummed, standing silently for a moment before he held you in his arms, lifting you off of your feet and running off the cliff before you had any chance to speak in defiance.

Once you landed in the water fully submerged, you pushed yourself out of Sam's grip, waiting until he popped up from above the water to splash him in anger. It only made him laugh, rubbing the water off his face and slicking it into his hair.

"Fuck you." You spat.

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Sam spoke innocently.

"Well, no, but-."

"You just needed a push, or perhaps in your situation, someone to take you down with them." Josh extended his pointer-finger at you, laughing as you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

You all floated in the water, both Josh and Jake taking turns jumping off the cliff a few more times to satisfy their drive for thrill. Sam had only joined them once, but you chose to just stay in the cool water and cheer them on as they came down.

But, in the charismatic way he always did, Josh convinced you to follow him back up to the cliff to jump once more.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Joshua." You shakily exhaled, examining the seemingly high drop down to the water. But you were just barely able to make out Sam and Jake's faces.

"Well, there's no turning back now. Unless you choose embarrassment, that is." He smiled coyly.

You pushed Josh's shoulder back, and took one more look down the cliff. God, you never knew how afraid of heights you were until this very moment. How unsteady your breath became at the thought of plummeting to your death, even though it was completely safe.

But Josh knew how fearful you were. He didn't want to force you into jumping on your own, simply because by the looks of it, you weren't ready.

So, as you both neared the edge of the cliff, he pressed your back against his slick chest and wrapped his toned arms around your body and launched you off the cliff with him.

As if the jump down from the cliff couldn't seem to last longer, your arms wrapped around his neck as you clung tightly to him. You rested your head against your arm that snaked around his neck, seemingly losing hearing. But all you felt was his body pressed against yours tightly. How much of a strong grip he had that seemed to relieve your body of any fear and coax you into relaxation. Him pressed against your lower half tight enough to just feel the outline of himself against your bottom. Frankly, you'd only been this close to Josh a few times, and you were ignorant for forgetting what it was like. Because he had your heart skipping a few beats, and pretending for a split second it was just you and him in this world - in this place.

The whole innocence of it all quickly swallowed up your feelings as he pushed away from you to deflect your squirming body once you both hit the water, and you floated above the surface and gave Josh a downturned smile.

And frankly, he was the only one who could make your lips curl under in that way.

Your eyes guiltily found Sam's, but to your surprise, he was just laughing. Laughing at the whole thing like he was when he jumped with you in his arms. He didn't seem to care it was Josh this time that was fully pressed against you, because you were like family to them.

Right?

As you all made your way to the bottom of the dirt path that would lead you back to your lake house, you hugged your body in the towel you packed whilst following the boys. They just let the air dry the beads of salty water off their skin, and you just shivered under the fabric of your towel.

You found your eyes lingering once more onto Josh, who led the group, but stood far enough to the right to let you sneakily peak at him once more. His towel hung around his shoulders, and his hips swaying as he traveled barefoot up the hill. You wanted to tear your eyes from him. Sam would catch onto you if you continued to let your thoughts consume you and just gawk at his brother, so you fixed your eyes on anything surrounding, like the trees that softly sang with the breeze, or the birds that chirped melodically in the sky.

Once you all made it back, you parted ways for a much-needed shower to rinse off the salty lake water and cool your bodies from the fiery sun that blistered at your skin on the walk back.

As you stepped out of the shower, and the dripping water tapped at your feet, you quickly dried off and braided your hair, flipping it behind your shoulder and grabbing some articles of clothing to throw on.

Someone barged into your room without warning, which didn't surprise you. You knew it was Sam. Perhaps it was because you two have known each other for so long that he stopped caring, or he never walked in on you when it wasn't appropriate.

"You have to learn to knock, Sam. I could've been naked!" You peaked your head through the opening of the bathroom.

"What a sight." He widened his eyes playfully and folded his arms together. "We're grabbing food."

You stepped out of the bathroom and followed him downstairs to meet his brothers who were slumped on the couch, waiting for your arrival.

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Once the sun rested beneath the ground and the moon lit up the sky, you all joined around the firepit that overlooked a large mountain, with waters laying in the crevice and trees that lined it. You missed the scenery this place had to offer, and no words could describe how euphoric it felt to be back in this place after so many years. You absent-mindedly listened to the chatter of the boys as you took in the view and paid them no attention.

What did pull you out of your trance was Jake slowly strumming his guitar to a familiar melody, one that took you back in time for a split moment to the blissful memory that was created the last time you stepped foot in Cloverdale.

It was "Rocky Mountain High", by John Denver, one of Josh's favorite songwriters. You knew that because you heard him beg Jake to learn the song for him so he could add his vocals to it.

Hearing Josh sing on your radio or phone was never like hearing him sing live, right in front of you, in an intimate setting that let you soak in a practically out-of-body experience. Something about his raw voice with Jake's skilled playing was something you rarely got to hear, as you never had the opportunity to come to one of their live shows due to school always being your number one priority.

You examined Josh as you hummed along, watching as his face contorted while he exhaled symphonies from his throat, glancing over at Jake for a few moments as he continued singing along in perfect pitch. Sam quietly sang along, and eventually, you joined in.

It was moments like these that made you feel like life was worth living. As the fire crackled calmly and lit each and every one of you with orange rays, you took a sip from your beer that Sam graciously grabbed for you without asking. You rested in your lawn chair, bopping your head along to Josh's voice.

"You doing alright?" Sam leaned towards you as Jake's guitar set as background music, and Josh nodded his head along to give his brother the spotlight.

"Couldn't be better, honestly. I forgot how much I missed this." You nodded your head towards the twins and met his eyes again. "You're so lucky you get to experience this every day."

"Not so much fun when their performance doesn't call for my help." He let his face relax into a smile, leaning his head back and watching his brothers through hooded eyes.

You just huffed a laugh to his response, and mimicked his motions as the twins finished the song and led into another.

Sam rested his hand on the back of your shoulder, signaling he was going to head back into the lake house, and you told him you'd stay up for a bit and you'd see him in the morning. Shortly after, Jake followed him inside after finishing another song, slipping his acoustic into its case and trotting off through the cracked door.

You looked over to Josh, who took a swig from his beer and met your eyes with a soft smile. He pushed himself out of his chair and took Sam's seat, hopping into it with a "hmph" and watching the fire slowly die.

"Thanks." You murmured at the fire. Josh shot you a confused look, waiting for you to clarify. "For, uh, jumping into the water with me. It was nice of you do that." You gave him a tight-lipped smile.

He nodded. "Oh, yeah. No worries. I could tell you were scared."

"Well, you didn't have to bring it up." You pushed your tongue into your cheek as your mouth hung into a smile.

"And you didn't have to follow me up there." He wiggled his finger at you with a comical smile.

"How was I supposed to say no when everyone's eyes were on me?" You defended yourself.

"You make a valid point, y/n." He tilted his head up.

You averted your eyes back to the fire for a moment, before he started speaking again.

"How's school going? Excited to finally finish?"

"You wouldn't believe, Josh." You looked back over to him.

His eyes held you softly, as if he was captivating your entire presence and grasping it with his heart. Although that's how he always looked at anyone when listening to someone, it never failed to make your heart drop in your chest and your lips downturn into a wickedly adoring smile.

"Once you're finished, maybe you can start joining us on the road." He shrugged, bringing his glass bottle to his lips.

"And be some sort of roadie?" You furrowed your brows.

"I don't think you'd be able to lift any of the equipment, other than a guitar case or symbol."

"That's quite presumptuous of you to say." You shook your head.

As if you could ever be annoyed at him, this was the moment to wipe that stupid smile off your face and make him feel the slightest bit of guilt for his words, even if he was joking.

But you couldn't. No matter what you thought about, no matter what you said, all you could do was just melt into his eyes and forget everything around you. He had that way of making you feel like the only person in the room, and you let yourself forget that while he was gone. But, God, it wrenched at your heart to be in this moment with him and remember that funny feeling that only he had power to create.

"I think we'd all appreciate your company, especially Sam. He seems to miss you a lot."

"That could be because we rarely did anything without each other for like 10 years," you flung your hand out as you spoke, "and I miss spending time with him, and you and Jake. Life just has its ways of bombarding your plans with its inconvenience."

"Couldn't have stated it better myself, y/n." He raised his bottle towards you and took another small sip of the alcohol.

The way your name rolled off his tongue was like flowers blossoming in your ears and creating an entire garden that you wish you could breathe in every day. How each syllable slightly rested on his tongue and captivated your attention no matter what. You just wished you could record him saying your name on a continuous loop, just to satisfy your own desire of hearing it more often.

He stood from his chair, and you watched his every move as he grabbed the few bottles he drank from and grazed his eyes around to make sure he wouldn't leave anything behind.

Without a verbal response, you followed his motions, holding your unfinished bottle and following him back into the lake house where you dumped whatever was left and discarded your bottle.

As you stepped out of the kitchen and headed to the stairs, you whipped your head to Josh, who was standing at the foot of the first step.

"Goodnight." He whispered, letting the corners of his lips relax into a smile.

You nodded and repeated him, then let yourself continue up the stairs.

You stripped off your clothes that smelt of amber and burnt wood and slipped into an oversized shirt and your underwear. Despite packing shorts, it was warm in the house, and fewer articles of clothing would cool your body temperature quicker.

Once you slipped under your covers and let yourself sink into the bed, your mind wandered about the significant moments of the day. But, as always, your mind favored the memory of Josh holding you close to his chest, and spending time with him alone by the fire.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of his soaked, lightly tan skin pressed against your back, even though deeply down you didn't want to forget. The way his fingers imprinted on your arms and gripped them tightly enough to show you his full strength. The way his steady breath hit your neck and had goosebumps raise onto your skin just for a moment before his chin rested over your shoulder. But the goosebumps stayed, and your heart rate only increased.

Shutting your eyes was just a quiet prayer that your thoughts would escape your mind and let you have peace over the torturous but satisfying scenarios. But your mind continued to attack your heart and take the high ground, and you just reminded yourself that there was no way you and Josh, in any scenario, could work.

After all, Sam had made it very clear to you your entire friendship that brothers were off limits, no matter what. And ruining your relationship with your best friend wasn't worth letting your emotions take the best of you and give into your fantasies of being with Josh.

And besides, Josh was not interested in you, and that was another point that helped decrease your delusions and let you finally rest your eyes.

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-part two-

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Tale As Old As Time ... (Part 7)

Truly, the more I write, the more the story grows. But I think I have a general idea of where the story is going and how its getting there now. I am enjoying writing this story so much, and despite repeating it in each chapter, it still stands true. I couldn’t do this without all your lovely comments and feedback!

We have new fanart, again. How is this real life? Here is @rambheemlove’s piece, and @burningsheepcrown drew me a cover for the story that is so badass, I have to figure out how to make the story match it 😅. Also @teddybat24 has created a playlist on Spotify, so check that out too! 

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Jai went to get changed for the evening festivities after lunch. He had caught Nandhini in the hallways and instructed her to take whatever clothes she needed to Bhairava, as well as some jewels he had set out in his bed chambers. Nandhini had looked puzzled but agreed quickly.

He wondered what she would dress him up in. Pure white that matched this child-like approach he had to the world? It would be a naive foolishness in any other, but combined with Bhairava’s earnestness, it was hard to dismiss. Or perhaps in blacks like Jai wore? The thought of Bhairava in his colors sent a curl of possessiveness settled in his gut. Or perhaps he would be in bright reds, the most alluring and dangerous rose in the garden…

Jai was brought out of his musings by Lava knocking on his door.

“Annayya, we are ready to go down to the temple. Do you need more time?”

“Come in.” Jai called out.

Lava entered the room, bowing once before looking at his brother.

“You are ready?”

Jai had worn an embroidered kurta, with silver star patterns stitched to the main body. Silver piping ran the length of the borders. His pants were a soft gray that passed for silver in the light of the diyas, with a matching silver scarf around his middle. He had changed his usual accessories for a diamond long chain, and silver anklets. His arm cuffs were also silver with diamonds studded into them. He had replaced his golden hoop earrings for dangling diamonds cut into a crescent moon shape.

Lava was in an identical ensemble to his own. Kusa likely had chosen an eyesore of a combination. But he had also been instructed to stay away from the temple till the crowds had thinned out.

Lava nodded and smiled widely at him. “You look very handsome Annayya.”

Jai scowled. “I am going to the t-temple, not a matchmaking function.”

Lava giggled softly. “No reason you can’t look nice for both.”

Jai didn’t answer him, turning to find his turban instead. It was a jet black cloth with silver suns stitched on them. He wrapped it carefully as he watched himself in the mirror, tucking the excess to the back of the turban. When he turned, Lava was holding out a pearl brooch in the shape of a crescent moon. He took it, clipping it above his left ear.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wear your crown, Annayya?” Lava asked softly over his shoulders.

Jai met his eyes in the mirror. “If the people know me, then I do not need a c-c-crown to be recognized.”

Lava lowered his eyes. “Of course Annayya. You’re right.”

Another knock. Kaaka. “Enter.”

Kaaka entered, wearing his customary red and purple tunic and scarf, with the white silk dhoti underneath. “We are just waiting on you, Maharaj.”

Jai nodded once. “I will be there in two minutes.”

Kaaka bowed once, giving a nod to Lava and exited the room.

“Annayya?” Lava asked.

Jai grunted, bending to retrieve a few small knives to hide into his clothes. He hated to bring weapons into a temple, but he would be the biggest idiot in the world to step out of the palace entirely unarmed and dependent on his guards. He paused. Bhairava did not have any weapons on him. Not besides his own body, and while Jai trusted Tapan would guard him with his life…an uneasy feeling settled in his gut. He should have thought of this before he had sent the man out into the city multiple times.

“Annayya, will your…I mean, will the soldier also be in attendance?”

“You are not to interact with him.” Jai said sharply.

“But…”

“No. Do not seek him out or concoct some foolish scheme to ‘stumble’ upon him. Tapan will be with him and if I come to know either of you did something, I will throw you both into the snake pit.”

Lava laughed nervously. “There is no snake pit.”

Jai stood up to stare at him. Lava’s face paled. “There is no snake pit right?”

Jai grabbed the folded cape from his bed and exited the room, even as Lava called out in a high pitch. “Annayya, please tell me that was your idea of a joke?”

Let them wonder and stew, it would be well deserved for all the nonsense Jai suffered because of them.

Kaaka and the palace staff were waiting for him at the entrance, all of them quickly going into formation when he appeared in view.

He nodded to them. Lava would be snuck in with his usual guards. He knew to keep his face hidden. Jai hated all the subterfuge, but without knowing who was ally and who was enemy, he was not going to be soft and leave himself vulnerable.

Jai mounted his horse, a beautiful midnight stallion called Ahilan, and led the procession to the temple. As they made their way through the city, the citizens came out and bowed to Jai, a few even throwing flowers at him. He kept his stare fixed, but it softened a little when the kids looked at him with wonder. There was a tiny brat, barely reaching his mother’s hip who was staring at him with his mouth open. Jai stared back and raised an eyebrow. The kid jumped and hid behind his mother’s saree, peeking out to see if Jai was still watching him. A phantom smile sat behind Jai’s hard outer mask. The kid smiled hesitantly at him.

He stopped outside the temple gates, handing the reigns to Murthy, his stablehand. He placed both palms on the main entrance step, pressing them up to his eyes before he crossed the threshold, right foot first. He walked up to the main shrine where the priests hurried to him.

“Welcome Maharaj. Everything is ready. Once the sun sets, we can start the pooja.”

Jai nodded, telling him to proceed with his duties. Kaaka stayed by his side as Jai was directed to the decorated wooden plank in front of the firepit.

Jai settled, crossing his legs and arms across his chest. The sound of the priests’ mantras washed over him as he focused on the fire. Around them, the crowd was increasing in number, and outside the temple compound walls the sounds of drums and wind instruments were starting up. The temple musicians were setting up their little stage, bringing out their bhajanatrilu.

Soon the din of the temple was too loud to distinguish separate sounds. Kaaka stayed put right by his side, and two of his guards stayed behind him too. The rest of the palace staff had scattered throughout the temple and wider city. The kitchen staff had gone to help with the dinner preparations. The guards had been split between managing crowd control and patrolling the city outside to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.

Jai had decreed from the first time he had started doing these big Masa Shivaratris that alcohol sales would be banned for that evening, to decrease the number of drunkards on the streets that they would have to deal with.

The treasurers and servants were going around the houses with the newborns to hand over the silver coins.

As the sky turned from purple and blue to navy and finally black, Jai wondered where Kala Bhairava could be. He pinched himself. The man occupied far too many of this thoughts these days. Dreams too, but Jai couldn’t exactly control those.

A flash of white silk against golden skin flashed through his mind. Jai pinched himself hard. Mahadev forgive him, he was in a temple!

As if his prayers were heard, the head priest came to lead Jai towards the smaller Linga idol they had placed outside the inner sanctum. Jai pushed his sleeves up to his elbows, pressing his palms together in front of his chest and bowing before the idol.

He listened as the priest dictated the mantras, repeating the words slowly to not trigger his stutter in an obvious way. After the mantras, he was given water to wash the idol with before the abhishekam started. One by one Jai was handed the items, starting with the milk, followed by the curd, then honey. Kumkum water, pasupu water, sandalwood. Water to wash them away in between each item. And lastly vibooti.

The priest placed a handful of vibooti in Jai’s hand before herding him back to the plank he had been sitting on. Jai took the vibooti between his thumb and index finger rubbing them before drawing a line across his forehead, and one at his throat. He passed the extra to Kaaka.

The priests pulled the curtain closed to the inner sanctum as one of the younger ones cleaned the smaller idol and decorated it. Around them, the people were crowding in to catch sight of the large Shivaling inside the temple. It was one of the biggest in all the lands, just a little taller than Jai himself.

A priest came out to signal to the musicians who began playing the thalam for aarthis. Jai and the rest of the seated crowd stood up, hands pressed together as the priest drew the curtain back. The larger lingam shone in the diya lights, it’s halo of lamps behind it flashing like gold. The lingam itself had been draped in various white silk dhotis, and a diamond studded tripundra shimmering at the center of it. The volume of the music raised when the priest brought out the large 7-step aarthi deepam.

Jai prayed.

Prayed for his people to stay safe and happy, prayed for guidance to be a just ruler. He even prayed for Lava and Kusa to not attract any trouble. And just for a second, for a brief moment he didn’t linger on, he prayed that Bhairava would show him any favor soon.

At the end of the pooja, the priests draped one of the large flower garlands that had been around the lingam around his neck, and gave him a platter of vibooti and sindhoor. He took a little bit of sindhoor to rub against his forehead, wiping at his eye when a few particles fell into it.

He waved to the crowd and stepped away from the main shrine, allowing the general populace to surge up the space to get a better view of the Lingam. Jai removed the garland, handing it over to Kaaka. Kaaka nodded at him and called for the guards attention, temporarily distracting them.

Jai snuck behind one of the stone columns, grabbing the cloak Lava held out for him. He wrapped it around his shoulders. Reaching up, he unwrapped the turban and thrust it towards Lava, who hesitated. Jai growled at him.

“What?”

“Annayya, why don’t you do the speech? No one-”

Jai pushed Lava against the column, his grip on the other’s shoulder punishing. “You have o-o-one job. Can you do it or no-no-not?”

Lava whimpered. “Sorry Annayya, I’ll do it.”

Jai grunted, releasing him so Lava could rewrap the turban on his head. Jai adjusted it so it sat right, then pushed him out from behind the column. He flipped the cloak to cover his head. He waited till Kaaka looked back at him, nodding once and melted into the crowd. He walked till he was at the outer edges of the crowd, and watched as the people quietened when Kaaka took center stage. He said his usual spiel about all the improvements they had managed in the last month, still too few, but better than nothing. Then he introduced the Maharaj.

Jai’s chest clenched with a strange sense of pride as people cheered for him. Lava stepped up to the space Kaaka had vacated. For all that they were identical in appearance, there was a softness to Lava that he couldn’t do away with. His eyes were too watery. Jai tensed as he glanced around the compound, trying to find any hidden threat.

Lava recited the speech Jai had written for him, putting the right amount of command and confidence. And all without a single stutter.

Jai’s lips curled in a snarl. There was nothing to be done about it. That was what he needed.

He made his way back to the column, only to hiss when his toes caught on something sharp. He ducked down to grab it, inhaling sharply as he recognized what he held. He turned in a circle trying to see if he could spot a particular figure, but the crowds were too thick. The bells chimed nine times.

He returned to the same column, and switched back with Lava, who donned the cloak. He would return to the palace now. The people had been spoken to, and whoever approached him now would mainly be dealt with by Kaaka.

Jai stepped out to find Kaaka waiting. “He did well this time.”

Jai grunted. He made his way to the back of the temple where the food was being serve. Long mats had been rolled against the temple compound and the temple itself, guards seating the people in an ordinary fashion. Jai walked the length of the set up, nodding his head whenever people greeted him or pressed their hands together when he passed by him.

One mother was trying to soothe her wailing child, who was barely catching her breath before launching into her next wail. Jai stopped when he reached them, looming over them till the child stopped crying, assessing him instead. He reached up to unclip the moon broach from his turban, dangling it in front of the girl. She stared at him for a few minutes, one whole fist shoved in her mouth now as she grabbed the broach from his hand with the other. She turned over the broach a few times before she giggled, giving him a toothy grin that showing him the handful that had sprouted.

The mother was looking at him with a look of gratitude that made him squirm internally. “Thank you Maharaj.”

“What is her name?” he asked out of courtesy.

“Kala.”

Of course.

He patted the top of the girl’s head, too hard if the way she rubbed at it afterward was any indication. “Very well.”

He moved to get up and leave, aware that others were watching him now. Only to freeze when the girl grabbed his hand. Her fingers were tiny, barely long enough to wrap around two of his fingers. She lifted his hand to clumsily kiss at the back of his hand.

He inhaled sharply before gently extracting his hand away.

“Maharaj, your broach!” the mother called.

“Keep it.” Jai grunted back as he hurried away, the girl’s toothy grin still replaying in his mind.

Why were kids so …like that?

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Kaaka shooed him away after he helped with serving the first round of people, telling Jai to meet with the priests and then return to the palace. Kaaka would be staying till the morning.

Jai removed his turban, unwrapping it and folding it to keep in his saddlebag, along with an extra laddu. As he scanned the temple courtyard, he saw the crowd had started to thin out, with people having an easier time getting to the main shrine or heading to the feast area. The musicians had been playing one song after another. Jai nodded to them on his way to the main gate, feeling pleased when they bowed in his direction. Lava would have already reached.

On the way back to the palace, his thoughts drifted to his soldier. He dismissed his guards once they reached the place, and took the stairs in a direction he had so far avoided. Standing in front of the wooden doors, he hesitated for a minute. He had instructed Tapan to bring Kala Bhairava back before it got too late. He knocked once.

The moment seemed to stretch an eternity, but Jai could not make out any sound on the other side, except for a faint whistling of wind. He tried the doorknob, breath hitching when the door swung open.

The main room was empty, but Jai shivered as a cold wind wrapped around his upper body. The balcony doors were open.

Jai could already feel his heart pounding.

He froze at the doorway.

Jai’s fingers spasmed. Nandhini had outdone herself.

Kala Bhairava was standing against the balcony railing, eyes closed and tilted back. He had his back to Jai, and had not noticed him enter. He appeared to be deeply lost in thought.

He looked…divine.

His soldier, his lion warrior looked resplendent in gold, shining like any of the deities occupying the temple shrines. His hair twinkled red, and Jai wanted to bite at his wrists as he saw he heavy bangles hanging on the muscled forearm. Or at that long line of throat he could see from where Kala Bhairava tilted his head. Jai drew his eyes down his figure, feeling his heart starting to hammer as the silk dhoti bared the briefest glimpses of flesh when the wind disturbed the cloth. He bared his teeth when his teeth reached Kala Bhairava’s delicate feet. Jai wondered if the skin would be as soft to the touch as it looked. His hands itched.  The foot was adorned with the anklet Jai had given Nandhini.

Anklets so similar to what the ethereal creature that had been visiting him in his dreams wore. But that creature could not hold a candle to the flesh and blood beauty standing in front of him.

For a second he let himself imagine walking up to Kala Bhairava, pressing himself against his back, leaving no space for the air to pass between them. He could slide a hand up that chest to rest at the hollow of his throat. Or perhaps around his waist, bend him over the railing. Tilt his face back, maybe Kala Bhairava would reach up to wrap an arm around his head, lips parted and begging to be kissed. Would he moan? Or gasp? Would his touch be welcomed in the first place?

Jai’s fingernails bit into his palm, the pain helping him center himself. He shook his head.

“What has you s-s-so lost in your head Kala Bhairava?”

Kala Bhairava jumped and whirled around to face him. Jai felt something primal rip through his chest at the sight of those kajal lined eyes, so wide and innocent. Jai wanted to grab that jaw, push his soldier exactly where he wanted him.

He wanted those eyes only on him.

Jai walked towards him. Stalked really. He felt an animal urge to crowd Kala Bhairava in. He restrained himself enough to come stand by his side instead, close enough to feel the heat from each other, but not actually touching.

Kala Bhairava’s eyes looked so big, big enough for Jai to fall into.

Jai wondered if he would be able to stop himself. He felt like he was standing on a precipice.

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[likedetective]

the basics:  nancy drew,  hawkins born and raised,  girl detective that’s cracked a few cases that made it to the local news.  pretty popular,  never struggled socially,  best friends named bess & george, boyfriend named ned nickerson.  age group wise would be tucked in with steve.  not in her world renowned era, not even hawkins renowned, but easily recognizable.  very annoying to local police for being notoriously smarter and better.

season 1:   really what nancy’s main concern is in season one is the issue of missing persons,  guy found dead,  things that appear weird to onlookers even without any more contextual information.  i imagine she does get around to investigating the lab but hits a lot of dead ends during this time because she simply is not privy to some essential puzzle pieces.  she probably puts together an impressive amount given what she does know and what she can find.  

she 100% sneaks into the lab at some point,  probably towards the later end of the season.  prior to season 1 i believe her and hopper would be very familiar with each other due to her previous meddling,  but they also likely see a lot of each other here. again, via meddling.  she probably talks to will at some point after he’s back,  either end of s1 or between 1 and 2,  but i’d like to think she continues to check in with him even when he’s clearly not going to give her anything in terms of information because he’s obviously a sweet kid that’s been through a lot.

season 2:   i remember very very little about this season. however! nancy continues down her lines of investigation,  i would imagine she follows very similar routes as nancy and jon during this season but does them at different times.  much of nancy’s vibes with the main cast are really missing each other by the skin of their teeth,  nancy has certain parts of what’s going on earlier than they do and they know more than she does,  but they don’t yet click in order for everyone to get the most put together view.

even when she occasionally crosses paths with them,  there’s no real reason for her to appear as a trustworthy person to be fair.  it’s a lesson in poor timing.  somewhere around the middle of the season nancy and ned break up in a sort of mutual fashion,  nancy has a very one track mind when it comes to mystery and cases and unfortunately her focus at the time is simply not ned or their relationship. rip nedcy.  at the end of this season is when stuff about barbara’s death and the lab involvement comes out and becomes national news, etc. 

season 3:   in between 2 and 3 i believe nancy’s taken on a few more small, unrelated cases.  she’s pretty back into her normal groove,  but one of the cases she takes on is a friend asking her to look into heather’s disappearance.  this is early on, episode 2, and then she ultimately runs into max and el trying to figure out where billy is around episode 3. hence her first official tie-in to the group.

as a mini dynamics (maybe! i will work with whatever!) check in,  at this point nancy knows hopper from her detective work,  is friends-ish with steve (i would imagine in early high school they’d have run in the same friend group,  he’s probably friends with ned too). knows nancy, robin, and jon (but not well), and has been on friendly terms with will since season 1.  i’m sure she’s met almost everyone,  but those are the only real notable things.

nancy splits with max and el and makes her way to the mall, where she links up with dustin, erica, steve and robin during the scoops ahoy scheming to get erica into the vents moments. nancy stays with this group, when they’re split below she goes with dustin and erica thinking she’ll be more useful finding a way to get them all out. she stays with this group, they get steve and robin out from torture and make their way back up to the first floor where everyone links up after el throwing the car. 

when they split again nancy sticks with them and goes to the tower to help navigate. i’d like to say she drives. she returns to the mall with steve and robin when they stop getting a response over the radio and presumably rams into billy’s car and crams into the trunk to get away with them, too. 

season 4: no huge details i’m  dead set on but would group her in with dustin, max, steve, nancy, robin, lucas, eddie group in terms of who she’s running around with all season. when these two split off as the older kids go into the upside down she would be in with the older group, also all too willing to dive into a lake leading to god knows where. this would be nancy’s first experience in the upside down!

#stranger things › 🔍 … the girl detective. #:D

[cascassubwaysandwhich]

SENSITIVE TOPICS.

i love you.

because of how attractive you are

because it feels nice to say i have a boyfriend

but also because you’re so loveable. you are so gentle, it is awfully worryingly easy to treat you with care. it satisfies me to hear you react positively to what i say to you. it feels so right, hearing you speak in a tone that nobody else will ever experience, and say words nobody else will ever have the privilege to hear.

but also because ever since i met you i’ve always wanted to call you mine.

even when i would complain about you to my best friend. about how “annoying” and “in the way” you were. i fell for you so fast. when we first talked—without Her.—alone, just you and i, i felt connected to you. i could tell you felt it too, i could feel it radiate off of every word that slipped off of your tongue.

and from then on, every single bad thing i had dared to say about you vanished from my vocabulary. i cherished the times we spent together. i still cherish them to this day, and i believe i always will. you granted me with sheer happiness—joy.

then she got sent away.

five days.

five amazing, wrong, guilty pleasured days.

i have no more guilt for those five days. we have no more guilt for those five days.

we she glad she had been sent away. sure, the first night was filled with worry and off-putting feelings, but the last four nights were ones remember.

you and i, we experienced how it was to not be on thin ice. we were so shocked how nice we both were to eachother. you couldn’t stop telling me how ecstatic you were, how nice i was to you, how happy i made you, it was like it was the first time you had been shown true (passionate) affection and love.

and it clicked

she was using you.

she had been using you.

it all clicked together when we were playing spraypaint

you drew a heart

and then put “kanin” in the middle, i thought

“wait”

“she never made me feel like this”

“you and i, we are both subjects of her narcissistic behaviors”

and then i was mad. in just 15 seconds of putting the puzzle pieces together, i was furious. hearing your loving voice all the while didn’t help. it didn’t help the anger i felt towards her for using you.

i dreaded her coming back

you promised me you wouldn’t ever leave me

but when she came back.

i don’t blame you

she has a way of getting into my head, too.

i never blamed you

i never once blamed you for her manipulating you

i never once blamed you for the images she sent to make you stay

i never once blamed you for how she treated you like an object

i never once blamed you for how things went down.

i never once blamed you for her telling everyone i tried to steal you from her

and that i was just obsessed, she told everyone i was obsessed with her too. thats just what she says about me.

what hurt me the most was you breaking your promises

but i never once blamed you.

i blamed her.

its funny how she treated me like i was not a spitting image of her

how she treated me like i was just another narcissistic, selfish, unsympathetic, piece of shit average Borderline.

like she didn’t create me

like she didn’t mold me into her

like she didn’t bring out the worst symptoms in me

like i wasn’t her first FP

like she wasn’t my first FP.

like she never loved me

like everything was my fault

like we don’t share this dreadful disorder

like she doesn’t remember what she did.

but she doesn’t. she doesnt remember. she doesnt remember who’s responsible for the fading lines on my legs

the gashes in my arms

the blades she taught me to take out of razors with burning the plastic, and the pencil sharpeners i would unscrew and take apart.

you ruined me

the times id let blood run down my arms onto my clothes and legs

just staring.

not thinking

because having you fill my head, isn’t considered thinking at all.

you are cruel.

you are ruling.

you are my past.

you are what made me.

what made me like this

what made me so,,,, Me.

i know no other human can feel these intense feelings, you know you and i are special—different than everybody else

my skin

im ugly

im covered in gashing, standing out pink marks.

i like to stare at them and think of you

i used to like to know that you made me like that

i knew you made me like that

but to be fair

the ones that haven’t faded, He made me that.

He won’t ever be named again.

i am a gentle, young Thing.

YOU HAVE DISTORTED THE IMAGE OF MYSELF THAT LINGERS IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD.

it is your fault

NOBODY IS TO BLAME BUT YOU

nobody is to blame but you

i would never had done that to you i would never hurt you like that.

My Past always comes back to torture me

i like to imagine that i can shapeshift into something beautiful

something with soft, gashless, beautiful skin

something with a clearer mind

without the image of you

i am your descendant

you have molded me

TWO BORDERLINES IN A RELATIONSHIP? how could this ever work out, both of us? together?

we were fucking insane

mad.

two people who have the unfortunate capability to feel emotions regular humans cannot even begin to imagine experiencing—Dating?

amazing.

adrenaline rushing, speeding.

Logan?

Moth?

Mine?

Never.

they were jealous

how did i get you, how did i DESERVE you, when they didnt?

moth,

moth,

moth?

Moth?

you used me

you stretched my heart

you were my fate. you brought out my bpd. you brought out yourself in me

you brought out ME in me.

you brough out us.

no matter how much i run from my natural instinct to be a horrible selfish inhuman being—It always catches up.

no matter how much i deny myself that i am a borderline

i always will be

i will always be inhuman due to this heart wrenching disorder

this Curse.

I am unruly

I am selfish

I am a monster

I am You.

We are one.

the love my sweetheart shows me will never overrun the control this disorder has on me , the control you have on me.

i can’t believe how pathetic i am

i am so weak

easily hurted

naturally mean

I am instinctively Abusive.

just like you

THE ABUSED ALWAYS BECOMES THE ABUSER.

[chronomally]

I regret to inform everyone that I am still thinking about YGO

#please feel free to ignore this #pictures #I am not an artist #I drew the puzzle without the middle piece and then I was like 'but what if Yugi was looking at it' #and my brain was like 'okay but the piece must be the same size' #I don't remember if the whole eye is canonically one piece but that makes more sense in my brain #I'm watching YGO #I've been doing Trish_Argh's INKTtober since I wanted a daily drawing challenge and none of the other ones really spoke to me #This is for day 4: Keep(sake) #I know TECHNICALLY Yugi doesn't keep the puzzle at the end of DM #and I think Kaiba keeps it at the end of DSOD #but the image was in my brain so here we go #I saw a post about drawing hands that was like 'do the shape of the hand first and worry about the fingers later' #so I did that and I think it came out much better than my usual attempt at drawing hands #I also fucked up the chain necklace but by the time I figured that out I was on the last link and tired of drawing chain links so fuck that

[wicked-mind]

Remember Me: Chapter Three

Summary: Y/N and Bucky were the unlikely match when it came to love, but they were inseparable since they met. After a fight, Y/N left to be a trauma surgeon in the military and returns without her memories. How will Bucky remind Y/N how she is the fire in his bones? Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Mentions of drugging and sexual assault. Small bit of violence.

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Chapter Three - Hunger

Bucky had been awake most of the night watching Y/N sleep soundly on his lap but eventually his tiredness took over and he fell asleep himself. When he opened his eyes to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, he immediately looked down to see Y/N not there anymore. There was a small bubble of panic as he got up quickly, walking to the kitchen to see Peggy with a mug of coffee. Without a word, she pointed to the front door with a smile to let him know where Y/N was. Bucky gave a soft smile of thankfulness before making his way to the front door, opening it as his eyes fell on Y/N’s back as she sat on the porch steps. He froze in that moment, listening her hum the tune to their song. Was she remembering bits and pieces? He slowly moved to sit next to to her.

Y/N stopped humming when she noticed Bucky sit by her, looking at him quickly. She had a banana on her lap with a cut through it and was practicing sutures on it with tweezers in her hands that held the needle and thread, “Good morning, sleepy head.” She said with a smile towards him before returning her focus on her practice sutures, “You ever wake up with a song in your head that feels like it’s your favorite song but can’t remember it? Because I cannot get this song out of my head and I can’t look it up because I don’t know the words, just the tune.”

Bucky smiled over at her, watching as she threaded the needle through the peel of the banana and suture the peel back together with black thread, “Everyday darlin’,” He told her. Their song had been stuck in his head on repeat since the night they found it. It was one of his favorite memories. Y/N had snuck out with him and they went to a field on his dirt bike. He had brought a blanket so they could watch the stars together while the little radio he had played music. He kissed her for the first time to the song Hunger by Ross Copperman. It had been stuck in his head from that moment on, like a theme song to their relationship, “Is the banana going to make it?”

Y/N giggled a little bit, “I think so. I’m a very good surgeon.” She told him as she tied a knot onto the last suture and put the tweezers down in her lap as well, “There. He should live a long life of 24 hours before he turns to mush.” She looked back at him, running her eyes along his facial features. She had never seen a smile so sincere that she could remember, “I’m practicing so eventually I can go back to work at the hospital. From what Steve says, I have a very good reputation there as their old trauma surgeon and they’d be happy to have me back. Plus I still have all my memories when it comes to medicine and surgical procedures which should help.”

“That’s great.” Bucky told her, happy that she was still pursuing the thing she had dreamed about since she graduated. Y/N was still her, even without her memories. He couldn’t help but wish the things she remembered were him and the love they had between them. It was an epic love and Bucky wanted that back, “I should probably head home and change into some clean clothes. I’ll be back later to replace the fan in your room so you can sleep soundly.”

Y/N looked at him, observing him as he spoke. She could see something in his eyes that didn’t want to leave. Or maybe it was that he didn’t want to leave her. She bit her lip, “I was actually thinking, since we were so close before, maybe seeing your place would bring back some memories. Plus Peggy already said they didn’t have anything for breakfast.” She smiled at him, “Do you have breakfast supplies? I can cook while you change and stuff.”

Bucky grinned at her idea, it was just what he wanted. Her to come home with him, “Sounds like a plan, doll.” He told her, knowing he had supplies for her favorite food already. He had gone to the store as soon as he heard she was coming home, buying all her favorite things to eat in case she remembered him and came back home, “You think you remember how to make blueberry pancakes?”

Y/N scrunched her nose as if trying to think of the steps on how to cook, “Nope.” She said with a large pucker of her lips on the sound of the ‘p,’ “But I’m a surgeon. I can figure out how to make pancakes… probably.” She said with a small laugh before licking her lips and staring at him, “Does this mean you’re taking me home on your motorcycle?”

Bucky stood and smiled down at her, “Oh no, I still think you need some more time after I found you walking down the street in the middle of the night. I just live a street down, we can walk it isn’t far.” As much as he would like to take her home on his bike, he didn’t want to rush things with her and knew Steve wouldn’t be too keen on the idea.

Y/N nodded, a little sad she wasn’t going to be able to remember the feeling Bucky had told her about when she rode with him but was happy to adventure out of the four walls of Steve’s home. She stood by him for a moment before opening the door and telling Peggy she was going with Bucky and she was alright before turning back to the dark haired man, “Lead the way, Bucky.” She told him with a smile and a wave of her hand, following as he walked, “I’m curious, tell me more about this girl you loved.”

Bucky looked at her as he walked down the sidewalk beside her, “Love.” He corrected, “I still love her and I always will.” He stared at her for a moment as if waiting for her to say it back before connoting, “We were a very unlikely match, total opposites. I already told you she was smart, I have no idea how she fell in love with me. I was a mess, always getting in fights and causing trouble. When she came into my life, she was like the little angel that appeared on my shoulder that helped me choose the right path to go down.” He smiled at the memories, “But she always told me I was the one that made her feel truly alive, like the world was brighter and made sense. She calmed my wild soul and I brought out the wild in her’s.” He had rambled on the whole time they walked, not being able to stop himself until they were in his driveway, “Home, sweet, home.”

Y/N smiled as she listened to Bucky talk about the woman he loved. It was obvious he was still completely and undeniably in love with her. She looked at the house, taking in its features when they stopped, “It’s a pretty house.” She complimented before following him inside. She watched Bucky hurry and pick up a shoe box on the coffee table, taking it into what she assumed was his bedroom. Curiosity sparked in her as it seemed like Bucky didn’t want her to see it and that made her want to know more but wouldn’t pry. She went to the kitchen, “Okay… Pancakes..” She said to herself as she closed her eyes tightly trying to remember the ingredients. When she opened them, Bucky was already pulling out all the ingredients with a smile on his lips, “Thank you. I’ll try not the screw it up.”

Bucky watched her scan over the ingredients and when he saw she didn’t remember where to start, he pulled out a notebook. Y/N always wrote down the recipes she loved. It helped Bucky cook a few meals for her when she got home from working at the hospital, “Here’s the recipe. You got this.” He encouraged, “I’m going to take a quick shower. Try not to burn the house down.” He said as he started walking out of the kitchen and down a hallway towards the bathroom.

Y/N watched him go before scanning her eyes over the recipe. She tilted her head as she recognized it as her own hand writing. She bit her lip lost in thought for a moment, trying to put puzzle pieces together. She finally snapped out of it and looked at the ingredients nodding to herself, “Alright, Y/N. You know how to do a double lung transplant. You can make blueberry pancakes.” She encouraged herself. She wondered around the kitchen, finding pans and utensils to help and started the mission of making breakfast.

Bucky came out to find Y/N flipping pancakes with extreme focus on her face as if it was a life or death situation which made him smile. He wore dark jeans with a short sleeved black shirt that showed off his tattooed left arm. He walked into the kitchen, gently taking the spatula from Y/N who looked grateful that he was taking over, “They look delicious. I’ll finish up.” He told her, adding the blueberries and flipping the pancakes.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief when Bucky took over, stepping back and hoping up onto the counter as she watched him closely, observing every move he made while he cooked. She couldn’t deny she was attracted to him, something about him drew her towards him. She ran her eyes up and down his figure, biting her lip as she took in every part of him. Y/N was very observant and when she saw the small red heart tattoos between the rest of his ink, her eyes narrowed. She recognized them as her own which made her curiosity grow. When she first woke up after having the bullet removed, the doctors had her draw shapes and write her name to make sure she still had the ability to write and those hearts looked exactly like the ones she had drawn.

Bucky turned to look at Y/N, seeing her looking at his tattoos. He wondered if it was sparking anything to remember him. He held two plates of pancakes in his hands which he set down on the table gently before pulling out the syrup and pulling out a chair for Y/N, “Breakfast is served.”

Y/N took a seat in the chair Bucky pulled out for her, “Thank you.” She said with a smile towards him, picking up the syrup and slathering enough on to cause a toothache, but she always had a sweet tooth. She licked her lips slightly at the view before digging in.

Bucky kept his promise to Y/N, replacing the fan in her bedroom with a small chandelier which made her smile when it sparkled in the light. Y/N got to know Bucky better. He was over everyday entertaining her but as much as she brought up the idea of Bucky taking her on a ride, he would deny it and his reason was that Steve wouldn’t like it. Y/N was smart and everyday she spent with Bucky and listened to him talk about the girl he once loved, the puzzle pieces slowly started to be put together in her mind. She had a feeling by the way he talked and spoke to her that she may be this mystery woman that he had broken the heart of but she wouldn’t know unless she asked. One day at dinner with Steve and Peggy, Y/N finally built up the courage to confront her brother on her thoughts, “Stevie, did Bucky and I use to date?” She said out of the blue.

Peggy and Steve both almost choked on their food at the question, sharing a look. Steve looked at Y/N trying to keep a straight face, “What.. Why would you ask that?” Y/N bit her lip, narrowing her eyes at their reaction. She was pretty sure she was given her answer by the way they choked on their food. Or she was dead wrong and they couldn’t believe her question, “Just some things I’ve noticed. He has a recipe book in my handwriting at his house and the heart tattoos look like hearts I draw.” She said, giving him a short list instead of talking about the way Bucky looks and speaks to her. The way he made her feel.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t find a good answer so looked to Peggy with pleading eyes for help.

Peggy looked at Steve then smiled gently at Y/N, “You should talk to Bucky about that, honey.” She said simply.

Y/N frowned a little at them, her eyes flickering between the two, “Why can’t you just tell me?”

They both stayed silent for a moment as if trying to think of a good answer, glancing at each other and their food trying to avoid eye contact with Y/N who was staring at them intently.

Y/N rolls her eyes and sighs, standing up, “I’m not going to break.” She told them with bitterness in her voice before walking towards the front door. She grabbed her small backpack and a jacket, pulling it over her figure and opening the front door, “Don’t report me as missing person!” She called back before exiting the home. She walked down the street, muttering words under her breath in frustration towards her brother. Why couldn’t he just answer the question? It bothered her and she wanted answers about who she was and who she was to Bucky. Y/N found herself walking into a bar, smiling slightly when she saw someone she recognized sitting at the bar from the BBQ, Sam. Y/N hoped up on the stool next to him, “Hi. Sam, right?”

Sam looked at her, holding a bottle of beer in his hands, “Y/N! Yeah, Sam.” he smiled at her. He had known her for a few years, he was one of Steve’s army friends, “Whatcha doin here?”

Y/N shrugs, “Brothers being annoying. Needed to get away for a little bit. Do you know what kind of alcohol I like?” She asks with a tilt of her head. She remembered she has drank before but couldn’t remember what she enjoyed.

“Tequila. Lots of tequila.” Sam remembered with a small laugh, “You said it got you through your surgical internship.” He waved his hand at the bartender, “Can we get a tequila shot?” To which the bartender nodded and placed it in front of Y/N with a lime.

Y/N narrows her eyes at the liquid in the shot glass in front of her with a lime resting on the top, “Okay, so lime first or second?”

Sam chuckled, picking up the lime and putting it on his napkin, “You don’t like the lime.” He reminded before watching her take the shot and her nose crinkle, “Just like old times.”

Y/N wrinkled her nose at the sting then let out a small laugh, “Yup. That is definitely something I would fall in love with.” She looked away from Sam as another man sat next to her with a smile. She didn’t recognize him but from the look on his face it seemed like he knew her from how comfortable he was to come up to her.

“Hey, pretty girl.” The short haired dark man said to her. He had a sharp jaw that matched his sharp cheek bones with some stubble for a beard, “It’s been a while.”

Y/N bit her lip at the new man, “I’m sorry… I don’t remember who you are.” She told him, “I lost my memories on deployment from an injury so you’re going to have to reintroduce yourself.” She added quickly as to not hurt his feelings.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He smiles at her before holding out his hand, “Brock Rumlow. We used to hang out, or at least you came to one of my parties when we were younger. It was fun.”

Y/N scrunched her nose in thought, “Nope, sorry don’t remember. But it’s nice to meet you again.” She smiled at him. She hadn’t noticed Sam glaring at the man and didn’t notice when he got up and walked away to make a call.

Sam stood away from as many people as he could, dialing a number on his phone and pressing it to his ear as he watched Y/N talk to Brock who was buying her another shot of tequila, “Hey, Buck. It’s Sam…. I’m at the Howlin’ Cammandos bar with Y/N…. She said her brother was being annoying and wound up here, I don’t know man. Listen, Rumlow just came over and reintroduced himself to her…. Yes, Brock Rumlow the one you and Steve told me about…. He’s buying her shot after shot… Alright, I’ll stay close to her..” He hung up the phone, shaking his head before returning to his spot beside Y/N, listening to Brock put all the moves on her while she laughed like it was the first time she had heard his cheesy pick-up lines which Sam determined was because she couldn’t remember hearing them before.

It didn’t take long for Bucky to walk through the doors, immediately grabbing Brock by his shoulder to turn him around before landing a hard punch straight to his nose. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him up against the bar, “I told you to never come near her again!” He growled out at Brock before landing a punch to Brock’s cheek followed by another. He wasn’t holding back, he was putting everything he had into every punch.

Y/N jumped a little at the sight, her jaw falling open as she watched Bucky punch Brock. She looked at Sam as if it say ‘help’ and watched as Sam got up and separated the two, pushing Brock out the door telling him to get out of here. Y/N looked at Bucky once Sam had gotten rid of Brock, “What the hell, Bucky?” She said to him.

Bucky turned his angry stare to Y/N after watching Sam drag Brock out the doors, “C’mon. I’m taking you home.” He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her outside. Sam was standing out there, watching as Brock’s car pulled out onto the street before heading back inside with a nod towards Bucky. Bucky kept pulling Y/N towards his motorcycle, passing her a helmet, “Put it on.”

Y/N held the helmet in her hands for a moment before setting it down on the seat of his Harley, “No. Not until you tell me what that was all about.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at her stubbornness, picking up the helmet again and holding it out to her, “Put it on, Y/N. I’m taking you home.” He said again in a more stern voice.

Y/N folded her arms instead of taking the helmet, frowning at him. She was already irritated at Steve and now she felt like she was being babysat by Bucky, “Talk or I walk.”

Bucky stared at her, knowing that look. She was stubborn and she would walk away from him if he didn’t spill what he knew, “Fine, Y/N. When you were eighteen you went to a party at Brock’s house because we got in a fight. You thought he slipped something in your drink and called me right away. I got there just in time to find his hands all over you in his bedroom while you were passed out but it hadn’t gone any further than him copping a feel. I told him if he ever came near you again, I’d kill him.” He sighs, “Now you’re back with no memories and he would’ve taken advantage of that. He’s not a good person, Y/N.”

Y/N looked suddenly saddened as Bucky spoke, her lips parting a little in shock. That was something she rather not remember and was partly grateful she wouldn’t have that memory living inside her brain. She looked down, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” She apologized. She sighed deeply before dropping her hands to her sides, “I asked Steve something tonight and he wouldn’t answer me. Peggy said I should talk to you about it.”

Bucky’s couldn’t help but frown as Y/N looked sad, that was something he didn’t want her to remember. It was an awful memory for both of them and Bucky had never felt such rage when he saw Brock’s hands all over her. He had beaten Brock to a pulp, almost unrecognizable and he would’ve again tonight if Sam wasn’t there to stop him, “What is it, doll?” He asks in a gentle tone, knowing whatever she had asked Steve was bothering her.

Y/N ran her tongue along her lips for a moment, not daring to look at Bucky. She wanted to know and she felt like she already knew the answer from all the hints Bucky had given her. Half of her didn’t want to ask but the tequila was giving her courage and the need to know was overwhelming, “Am I the girl you talk about? The one you still love?”

#bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanficiton #bucky barnes series #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[itsthemoofacewriting]

It’s heaven in your arms - Chapter 2

Welcome back!

You guys, I was so nervous posting this and everyone’s been so lovely ;_;

I don’t know if anyone picked up on it, but my title has two meanings. One, because it’s a bed sharing trope and two, because Ace died in Luffy’s arms. I’m a monster, I know.

Summary: It may have been two years since Ace’s death but, for Luffy, sometimes it still felt like just yesterday. Or, sometimes, something beautiful can blossom from a place of hurt. Raining: K+ 

You can also find this on AO3 and FFN. 

Enjoy!

It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

But when he’d shot her those excited puppy eyes and asked if they could have another sleepover, she’d found herself caving. Even more so when the thought cropped into her head that maybe he was asking because he was struggling. She’d rather know where he was if he was going to be upset than worry about him being all alone out on the deck.

She’d raised an eyebrow when Luffy had arrived with Zoro in tow but that had been quickly snuffed out when he’d smugly said, “A one-time thing, huh?”

From there on the second time turned into a third time and then a fourth and now she’d lost count of how many times this had happened. It wasn’t every night, mind you, as they all had watches and if one of them couldn’t be there, then it was an unspoken rule that the others would sleep separately. Although she couldn’t be sure that Luffy and Zoro didn’t in the men’s room, but she’d seen those bunks and they’d never mentioned it.

The point was, it’d turned into a routine that no one blinked an eye at, and she’d even got them bathing regularly because there was no way either of them were getting in without being clean.

She’d also never slept better than she did when she had those two in her bed, piled in whichever way they found themselves throughout the night. Luffy liked to be the big spoon, which was something she felt like she shouldn’t know but did, he almost insisted on it even as he climbed in first and took an end. It was a funny sight when Zoro ended up in the middle, his hulking figure being cuddled up to by Luffy. The person on the other end was hardly left out when he stretched his arm to curl around them. It was like he was trying to keep them all close.

When they weren’t being spooned by Luffy, another favourite was when Zoro would lay on his back, an arm thrown out either side and she’d naturally gravitate towards him until her head was on his chest or tucked into his shoulder. His beefiness made a nice pillow, something Luffy must have agreed with as he normally mirrored her on the other side.

She’d stopped being flustered by all of this long ago, it was easy to get over when they did it all the time and neither said anything about it.

She did, however, question whether it was right that she had a preferred sleeping preference with the both of them and that she was ranking them.

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.

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Nami was sunning herself on her lounger, it was a pleasant day with the sun out, the ocean still and the background noise of Luffy, Chopper and Usopp running around in the distance. Footsteps approaching caught her attention only to see Robin making her way over, two drinks in hand that must have come from Sanji and a third arm holding a book. She greeted the other woman silently, turning her head to smile at her before facing the sun again and closing her eyes to enjoy the warmth on her skin.

There truly was no better way to spend the day-

“My invitation to your little sleepovers must have got lost in the mail.”

Nami was ripped from her peace as she gaped, feeling heat flush through her body at this finally being acknowledged. She shot a nervous look at Zoro who was sleeping only a few feet away from her sun lounger against the railing. Just because he looked like he was asleep, didn’t mean he was, but when he didn’t move or twitch or give any indication that he might be awake, she let herself relax slightly.

And focus back on the woman next to her still staring her down for an answer. Even though it was a statement, she felt the need to explain herself.  

“No- Robin! It isn’t… like that?” She could almost feel the ghost of Luffy’s breath against her skin and Zoro’s arm wrapped around waist, an unwelcome reminder to contrast her words.

Robin hummed, a look in her eye that told Nami she didn’t buy it. “You three looked adorable all cuddled up this morning.”

Of all the ways she thought she was going to die throughout her life, at the hands of Arlong, dropping from Skypiea or on Whole Cake Island to name a few, she never imagined this would be it. Embarrassed to death.

How was she going to explain that this had started with comforting Luffy and snowballed into whatever the hell they were doing now.

She didn’t have to either as Luffy came barrelling over with a chirp of “Nami!”, unaware of their conversation or her embarrassment only to make it worse by squeezing himself onto her sun lounger, ignoring how close they were or that he was practically laying over her. He chattered excitedly next to her, telling her about what him, Usopp and Chopper had been doing, at one point using her straw to take a long gulp from her drink and all the while she was very aware of Robin’s eyes on her the whole time.

“It’s sweet. I’m happy for you three,” Robin said as soon as Luffy bounded off after telling her his short story.

He was out of sight soon enough, but her eyes naturally trailed over to Zoro, only to find his eye trained on her already. She couldn’t be sure whether he’d heard what Robin had just said, but the smile he gave her before closing his eye again certainly didn’t help.

It was full of warmth.  

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‘It’s sweet. I’m happy for you three.’

Robin’s words replayed in her head, over and over.

The last couple of weeks washed over her. Robin’s words bringing to the forefront how Luffy and Zoro’s behaviour had changed.

Luffy was the first one up in the mornings, unable to wait for either of them to wake up as he heard Sanji bustling around the kitchen and the lure of food too strong that he’d hastily take off, plastering a hurried kiss on the cheek or forehead of whoever was closest. Sure, it’d stunned her at first, but he’d done it to Zoro too and the other man hadn’t even blinked, so she’d let it go. Even if it did take her by surprise each time.

Then it just left Nami and Zoro by themselves to wake up together. He was so casual as he stretched, murmuring out a “mornin’” as he removed his arm from wherever it was laying against her body and it lingered a second too long, brushing against her skin. It was more subtle than Luffy’s gesture, but this was Zoro. It might as well be the same act.

She felt like an elephant in the room needed to be addressed, yet neither of them acted like anything had changed.

Outside the bedroom it changed too.

Where she used to be alone in the library as she drew maps, Zoro would now be napping against her desk or on the sofa, saying how it was quieter in there and because she was so cranky, they wouldn’t be disturbed. Luffy would soon gravitate towards them, asking questions about her maps that he didn’t really listen to the answer to, or he’d go lay his head on Zoro’s lap whilst he slept, a rare moment of calm that would punish them later as he bounded around.

Luffy would find her more often too, clambering over her seat if she was sun lounging or bringing over things that he’d found and deemed ‘cool’. Kind of like how a cat would bring mice to its owner to impress them… not that she was Luffy’s owner.

They still hung out with their other friends, but instead there’d be Zoro’s arm casually thrown over the back of her chair and Luffy at her other side, a hand constantly finding a way to touch her or draw her into his chaos.

Small shifts, so subtle it had taken her this long to piece it together.

It was almost like…

Almost like they were in a relationship. The three of them.

It made her stomach churn, but she didn’t know if it was in a good or bad way, like how it did when she was dreading something or excited.

And then the final puzzle piece slotted into place.

Oh.

She was in a relationship with them. Or at least the early stages but it was all there, for everyone to see and she’d missed it every step of the way. Her thoughts were jumbled. Too many fighting to be at the forefront and how had she not figured this out sooner?

Her mind had been running for hours whilst she was squished between Zoro and Luffy, staring up at the ceiling. It was still dark outside and all she’d done all night was drift in and out of sleep. She had more hours left to sleep, but she couldn’t calm her mind enough for it.

She rolled onto her side to face Zoro, in his sleep Luffy sensed her movement and filled the slither of free space to spoon up behind her, his breath heavy against her neck. She studied Zoro’s profile, from the scar covering his eye, which when he slept like that she couldn’t tell if he was awake, to the strong line of his nose, the normal severe expression softened in his sleeping state. Even when he slept on the deck, he didn’t look that relaxed, this was something privy to her and Luffy.

There was no way around it. She was attracted to him, and she couldn’t deny looking down at his lips a few times recently as he spoke. They looked dry, like he needed a good slather of lip balm over them, but she it didn’t stop her from entertaining the thought of pressing her lips against his. Luffy’s on the other hand, looked softer and she wondered if the texture was the same as his skin, still soft like human skin but there was a hint of resistance, of elasticity there. She was attracted to Luffy too, his carefree grin and contagious enthusiasm. How weir-

What she wasn’t expecting was for Zoro to suddenly stretch and stir, making a noise of contentment before he rolled over to face her and she didn’t have the sense the clamp her eyes shut in time. She stared back into a lone grey eye.

“Y’alrigh’?” Zoro slurred out, still caught in the grasp of sleep as he settled into his new position.

“Yeah.” She sounded too awake for how early it was and too vacant, unsure, that it caught his attention.

“What’s wrong?” More coherent now.

“Zoro… is this not a bit weird?” Luffy’s arm tightened around her, and he snuggled further into her back.

Zoro had already turned to face her, his arm haphazardly thrown over her, but after her question she could feel the shift, how he was looking at her before but now she could tell she had his full attention. He stared at her, all the signs of sleep or tiredness from before gone from his face. His eye was trained on her and it felt like she was being accessed, that he was trying to look through her.

Another second passed until he answered with a shrug.

“I dunno, maybe, but when have we ever done anything by the book?”

He made a good point and when had she ever cared what others thought?

Her silence seemed to make him take a step back, second guessing the intention of her previous question, as he asked, “Do you want to stop doing this?” The arm over her waist lightened, like he was ready to remove it at a moment’s notice and if she thought she was being accessed before, it was nothing compared to now. His gaze scrutinizing, flittering around her face for any sign of discomfort.

She considered it for a second but the thought of going back to an empty bed permanently made her ache. There’d be no whispering as they tried to go off to sleep, no elbows digging her in the night, no snoring in her ears and it wouldn’t be like an oven all the time with their combined body heat. It’d be cold and silent.

It sounded awful.

“No,” she whispered and Zoro’s arm rested back over her body like before, palm splayed across her waist and squeezing slightly, like he was encouraging her to continue. “But what if- what if this…” ‘doesn’t work out’, She wanted to say.

It didn’t matter, he was on the same page. “This is Luffy we’re talking about. And it’s me.”

He was telling her to trust them. Trust that this would all be okay regardless of the outcome because it was them, and they’d been through hell and back with each other since the very beginning.

And she did, the instinct flaring up instantly to calm her down.  

“Yeah, okay,” she agreed, body relaxing and mind going blissfully silent with that little piece of reassurance.

“Good, then go to sleep, you’re gunna wake up cranky otherwise.”

He was pushing his luck, but she’d let it slide right now mainly because one, she didn’t want to wake Luffy (he was almost as bad as a baby when woken) and because he’d just been very sweet just then, in his own gruff way. And she was feeling generous.

A moment after closing her eyes there were warm lips pressing against her forehead and she sensed a slight hesitation there before they were gone. She cracked her eye open to look at him, but his eye was clamped shut stubbornly, pretending that he hadn’t done anything. There was no mistaking the blush on his cheeks though.

In the morning, when Luffy performed his routine of frantically jumping out of the bed to chase Sanji to the kitchen, he placed his usual hurried kiss on her cheek but this time around, she leaned into it with a smile on her face.

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Since that night, things had changed. Everything seemed easier, casual touches that she no longer overthought and, if anything, she leaned more into them.

All of it felt more natural but then maybe that was because she’d relaxed.

Like déjà vu, Nami was on her sun lounger the next day. The hot weather from the day had simmered down into a mild evening and she was making the most of the quiet before they did it all over again tomorrow. Robin was next to her too, reading with the little light naturally left, she’d be moving indoors soon to carry on.

Nami’s eyes stung a bit, from the lack of sleep the night before and she hadn’t napped, but she felt lighter after last night. So much so that she confessed, “I’m in a relationship with Luffy and Zoro.”

Robin stopped reading and turned to smile at her patiently. “It would appear you are, are you happy about it?”

“Yeah,” she said, feeling her cheeks go rosy. “We can make arrangements though, it’s your room too,” she added as an afterthought.

“As long as it stays pg, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

She spluttered, her previously rosy cheeks turning red as it spread hotly across her face and down her neck. She’d only just wrapped her head around the fact she was in a relationship with them, she couldn’t even think about that yet.

“Besides, I believe I have somewhere else to sleep tonight.”

Robin looked over her shoulder and Nami peered behind her to see Franky walking off to his workshop.

Oh.

Nami’s grin turned teasing, it was only fair with what she’d had to put up with recently, except her fun was interrupted by Luffy calling from the women’s room stopped her in her tracks, Zoro poking his head out of the frame to grunt at her. Honestly, as if it wasn’t her room.  

“I believe you’re being called for by your boyfriends,” Robin teased, twinkle in her eye.

“This isn’t over!” Nami pointed her finger at her.

“I didn’t doubt it.”

She crossed the deck, on her way to her room when the thought from last night popped into the forefront of her mind and how she could actually act on it now.

Zoro’s mouth opened when she appeared in the doorway, no doubt something snarky about her being the last one present but she couldn’t hear it over the blood thumping in her ears.

She marched over to them on the bed, a woman on a mission and Luffy looked at her curiously until he yelped as her hands cupped his face and brought him into a kiss. He hesitated for a second until his hands gripped her arms and his lips responded in kind. Whilst it was clear he lacked experience, enthusiasm dripped from the kiss and it more than made up for it as his lips moved eagerly against hers. She angled her head, encouraging him to do that same and trying to keep up with the frantic pace he was setting, all the while batting down a smile. It was him all over, joyful and chaotic and she didn’t know if she’d ever get enough of it.

They pulled apart and there was a split second of relief in his eyes, like maybe he thought this moment was never coming, before it was trampled by his excitement, and he beamed at her.

“You want one too?” She teased, looking over at Zoro, eyebrow raised in challenge.  

Zoro’s response was a heavy palm on the back of her neck that had them both leaning in, over Luffy, to meet in the middle for a kiss much different from hers with Luffy. Zoro’s pace was slower, more thorough as he took his time against her lips, yet it was firm. He had a bit more knowledge, he was surer in himself, and it showed as she sunk into the kiss, for once letting herself be led. She enjoyed it just as much and she knew she’d relish taking her time to pull apart the differences between them, savouring the way they both made her feel.

A daring swipe of her tongue across his bottom lip and then they broke apart, Luffy in the background demanding another kiss when Zoro smugly said, “Took you long enough.”

He wouldn’t look so smug when she pushed him off the bed tonight.            

Luffy’s pleas weren’t ignored when Zoro said, “Captain,” to capture the other boy’s attention and tugged on his vest to kiss him and it made her feel warm, a flutter in her stomach because whilst she wasn’t a part of the kiss, she was a part of them. The three of them.

Luffy looked dazed and then elated when they broke apart, grin splitting his face and there was a glint in his eye that told her more kisses would be demanded before they went to sleep.

She’d get changed and brush her teeth before getting in bed, maybe check that both of them have done that already because she didn’t remember smelling or tasting mint on their breath, when something caught her eye.

There was a space in the middle for her already.

And she smiled; her boys.

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It’s been a while since I’ve had a fic practically write itself, I’ve missed that.

Luffy and Zoro may be idiots most of the time, but they’re both emotionally smart, it’s been shown time and time again. Nami, on the other hand, is in some cases but she’s also a bit of a worrywart too. So yeah, they kinda eased Nami into what was developing because they didn’t want to freak her out.

As always, please excuse any errors.  

If you got this far, thanks for reading, it means a lot.

#ZoLuNa #ZoNami #LuNami #ZoLu #LuffyxZoroxNami #opwriting #opfanfic #One Piece #Luffy #Zoro #Nami

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Me & You Together ● George Weasley

PAIRING: George Weasley x Reader SUMMARY: George has been in love with her for ages, but he’s only saying it now WARNINGS: Mild language, slightly suggestive A/N: I got inspired by The 1975′s Me & You Together Song and fkrjdnfkrjnf there are a LOT more song-inspired fics lined up

The ballroom was beautiful, with colorful flowers adorning nearly every inch available in the large expanse of the area. Gold lined the ceilings, accenting the furniture which showed off just how much wealth the (y/l/n) family possessed. Not just that, but the visitors invited to this glorious occasion screamed rich - and George was painfully aware of just how under-dressed he was, with everyone around him adorning dress robes he was sure could pay off a year’s worth of rent.

But that doesn’t matter now, not when he’s standing in front of his best friend, who was grinning happily at him she watched him clutch the microphone tightly in his hand until his knuckles have turned white.

With his speech in his shaky hand and a slight waver in his voice, he started reading, “I remember the first time that we met, how enthralled I was by you and the fact that you didn’t care about how, in the short time we’ve been acquainted, I’ve already seen you with your top off”

Audible gasps echoed in the room from the rest of the visitors, but George’s gaze remained on (y/n), watching as she giggled, tears brimming her eyes even though he has barely started, but he continued…

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“You’re crazy, (y/n)!” Angelina’s laughter echoed in the empty Hogwarts Grounds as she watched the Slytherin peel her clothes off one by one, happily facing her punishment for losing their last round of poker. It had been her idea after all, that instead of strip poker, the loser skinny dips in the Black Lake.

Of course, she didn’t know she would be the one to face the consequences, but she didn’t mind considering it was a one-of-a-kind experience. Everyone trailed behind her, laughing as they watched her in amusement, in disbelief that a Pureblood Slytherin would be this carefree.

Among those people was George, who, until just about an hour ago, had been adamant about letting her in the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night. I mean, why would he when her Prefect badge glimmered proudly on her chest? He thought she was there to rat them out. It was only when Lee and Angelina called her in that George stepped aside, interested in the strange relationship the girl shared with his friends.

Now, here she was, standing over the docks fully naked, grinning at all of them shamelessly. George tried, he really did, to keep his eyes focused anywhere else. But her personality really drew him towards her that his eyes keep darting back.

A wink sent his way caused his blood to rush up his cheeks, and he had to physically pat them down to cool them as he watched her dive into the lake without hesitation, squealing slightly at the cold when she resurfaced.

It was all fun and games at first until a flicker of light in the distance stole George’s attention at the same time that it did the others’.

“Shit, it’s Filch” Lee whispered towards their small group, his eyes holding panic as the light - which George had now realized was a lamp - neared. “What do we do?”

Before George could even propose a solution, he was pushed into the cold depths of the lake, bringing his teeth to chatter at the unexpected drop in temperature. He turned to glare at the culprit - his brother - watching him motion for George to hide, “keep her company, we’ll be back”

“Fred-!”

“Oh, just shut it, George” He was pulled under the wooden docks by his forearm, (y/n)’s hand atop his head as she guided him under. They watched as Filch’s figure came nearer through the slits in between the hardwood, their breaths caught in their throat as they tried their hardest not to make even the smallest of sound.

It took minutes for Filch to finish surveying the area - and George was more than happy Angelina was quick enough to gather (y/n)’s belongings, leaving no trace they were even there. They waited until the caretaker decided he’s had enough, which George didn’t mind until he came to the realization that (y/n)’s body - her bare chest - remained pressed to his back, keeping it away from view in the event the old man does catch them (and George was sure he was frozen on the spot).

It wasn’t until Filch’s disappearance and (y/n) peeling her body away from him that his breathing returned to normal. He was so sure the girl hadn’t noticed the change in his demeanor, but when she swam to face him, smirking up at him as she looked at him with a glint in her eyes, that he realized she had.

“What’s so funny?” George asked as she let out a breathy laugh, covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to stifle her adorable snort, “Oh, so you find our situation amusing?”

“Very” she replied, hands making their way onto George’s shoulders to keep her steady and afloat (she was too short that her feet didn’t even touch the bottom, even when George stood shoulder-deep). She continued, “I just never imagined you’d see me naked on our first encounter - it’s definitely a story worth telling”

“Not to my family, I hope”

“Especially to your family!” (Y/n) threw her head back in laughter. “I’d want to see their reaction if I tell them you’ve already seen me naked - without context”

“Mum’ll be furious” George laughed.

“Alright, lovebirds! Time to get out!” Angelina interjected their little moment, her head peeking out from above the docks as she presented them with two fresh robes, “C’mon! We don’t want anyone sick”

“But I’m having too much fun!” (Y/n) replied sarcastically, turning to wink at George briefly before swimming up to Angelina, “besides, I reckon the water woke George up! Saw him yawning far too many times before we got here”

“Oh, trust me! (Y/n)” Fred joined in, glancing at his brother with a teasing smirk, “It’s not the water that woke him up”

“Fred!”

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“Who would’ve thought we’d make it here?” George snuck a look towards (y/n), watching her grin as they reminisce their old memories together.

He continued, “I certainly didn’t. When the war was starting to rise and days got a bit darker, I was afraid where our relationship would go - especially since we were in different houses. Yet you continue to surprise me, even until now…”

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(Y/n) stood out among the students in the small group, being the only one in green among those in blue, yellow, and red. She prided herself in it, how willing she was to learn magic that would defend her from fellow-purebloods in her house.

She knew far too much, from whispers in the common room, so she knows a war is inevitable - that he’s really back and he’s here to kill.

George knows there are a million different things running through her mind right now, being a witness to her rare distracted state just as the DA meeting started. So, when she moved to stare at the pictures on the mirror in the Room of Requirement when the lesson concluded, George waved his brother off ahead of him.

He approached (y/n) cautiously, watching the way her eyes darted towards him in their reflection as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, slotting their bodies together like puzzle pieces. His chin rested on top of her head, her hands placing themselves over his she continued studying the picture of the first Order of the Phoenix.

“They were so young,” she spoke after a few minutes of silence.

“Hmm?” George asked, too distracted by their reflections on the mirror to know what she was pertaining to.

“Lily and James Potter,” she continued, nodding at the photo, “I- I don’t think I’d know what to do if I were in their position”

“Well, knowing you,” George watched as (y/n) twisted in his arms to face him, feeling his heart bear faster when her palm rested over his chest as she stared up at him, giving him her full attention. He gulped, “knowing you, you’d fight bravely and selflessly - just as they had”

“You think too highly of me, Georgey” she giggled, resting her cheek onto her chest, humming in delight.

“As everyone should”

They were enveloped in silence again, relishing the embrace they were in before they’d have to leave the Room of Requirement and face reality all over again.

“…let’s run away”

“What?” George didn’t know if he heard her right, his eyes widening as they met (y/n)’s again.

“I said let’s run away”

George chuckled, pulling her closer to his chest in amusement, “soon love… soon”

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“And you’ve always been there for me and Freddie,” George’s voice shook, his eyes running over the few remaining words that concluded his speech.

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A grin made its way onto George’s face when the front door swung open, revealing (y/n) who looked far too exhausted to be visiting her friends. He knows she’s been having a rough time at work, needing to handle mountain-loads of paperwork on a daily basis as the Head Auror, and with Ron and Harry recently finishing their training, he was sure they’ve caused quite some trouble the former-Slytherin had to handle.

She flashed him a small smile when their eyes met, darting straight to the dining room to place a paper bag onto the table. “I’ve got us dinner”

“Sometimes I wonder if you actually live with us, love” Commented Fred as he emerged from the bathroom, a grin onto his face as well, at the sight of her, “you’re here everyday, might as well move in, right?”

“You know you two make me feel less lonely” she pushed Fred’s face away when he tried to plant a sloppy kiss on her cheek with a giggle, “besides, I’ve heard from a little birdie that you’re gotten a date with Angelina, Freddie”

“I’m guessing that little birdie’s our ickle Ronnikins?” Fred chuckled, eyes darting towards George in a glare for a brief moment before turning his attention back to (y/n), slinging an arm over her shoulder, “well you’ve heard wrong, darling, because it’s actually George here who’s gotten a date with her”

“Oh,” her voice held surprise as her head snapped towards George, eyes holding a look he’s never really seen from her before. George noticed Fred’s subtle movement, shaking her a bit which seemed to bring her back to reality as she flashed him a tight-lipped smile, “well, I’m happy for you - truly”

“I’m feeling quite famished,” Fred broke the tension, finally stealing that kiss on the cheek from (y/n) who shoved him away with a laugh, “We’re so lucky we have you bringing us dinner almost everyday, love. Pretty sure we’ll end up burning the entire kitchen down if we attempt cooking anything other than instant noodles”

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“…even when there are times I can’t be there for you…”

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“You alright, Freddie?” George’s voice rang through the quiet flat, seeing Fred sitting at their dining table with his head in his hands, a sheet of parchment laid out in front of him, “What’s that?”

“It’s nothing” Fred murmured, shaking his head as he attempted to compose himself, tucking the sheet into his journal in a haste, tossing it onto the counter as he stood up to leave, “I’m off for a bit - don’t wait up”

With that, he grabbed his coat from the rack, rushing to put it on as he made a beeline towards the door, leaving George in silence. Unconsciously, his eyes darted towards the journal, intimidated by the corner of the parchment still sticking out as he neared it.

He knows he shouldn’t do it, that he should respect his twin brother’s privacy - but with the war that happened not so long ago he has this need to know, this need to inform himself before anyone can get the upper hand at him. What if the letter was a death threat? Merlin knows they’ve received too much of them the time they released products like You-Know-Poo. He’s almost lost his brother once, he doesn’t want to go through it again.

So, with a deep inhale, George snatched the letter from between the pages, opening it hurriedly, afraid he’ll get caught.

His breathing came out in heavy pants as he read through the familiar handwriting:

Fred —

I remember telling you how stupid it was for you to think I’d regret rejecting your wedding proposal just so we could get mother off my back. I mean, I thought she’d finally let go of the arranged marriage idea when she blasted me off the family tree. I guess I was wrong.

I found out today that she had arranged for me to marry Rodolfo Avery in a month, and I think it’s for the best that I agree. You see, I’m not really getting younger, am I? Even if you’ve told me years ago to wait for George to get his shit together it seems it’s a lost cause - he’s deeply in love with Angelina, I don’t want to get in the way. Besides, Rodolfo can be quite a gentleman if he wanted to - husband material? Guess I’ll have to wait for the wedding to know.

I’d appreciate it if you two attend the engagement party as my Men of Honor (if there’s such a thing), I’d really want to see some familiar faces there considering most of the attendees are of Rodolfo’s choosing. I hope you can keep this letter between us, I don’t want to drag your brother in this mess. The invitations are sent out tomorrow so watch out for my owl!

With love and probably too much alcohol in my system, (y/n).

—

“George?” Fred’s voice brought him back to reality.

George blinked a few times, eyes focusing slowly towards the girl sat in the middle of the room, watching in confusion as George remained silent, ceasing his speech abruptly. He looked down at the parchment again, reading the last sentence, ‘There is nothing more I’d want in the world than to see you happy’, before looking back up.

Is she really happy?

The letter she wrote said otherwise. She was waiting for him, even after all these years. She was the one who decided it was all over for them, decided to push through this marriage even though she knows she wouldn’t be happy.

She decided to settle for someone else just because he’s been too chicken to admit he’s always loved her.

“George, come back here!” Fred snapped in a hushed whisper, tugging the hem of George’s robes. But George wasn’t moving consciously right now. No, his feet felt like they have a mind of their own as they moved towards the center of the room, bringing him in front of (y/n) who looked just as surprised as he was.

“Hi, George” She grinned up at him, eyes holding the same glint it did when they had first met, “you alright?”

“More than” he replied breathlessly, “(y/n)…”

“George”

“I’ve been in love with you for ages” he blurted out, glancing at the soon-to-be-groom nervous, only to see him nodding his head encouragingly. He knows. “And as I look at you right now, I know only one thing: that I want to be the one calling you my wife in the future”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… I’m saying let’s run away together”

(Y/n) smiled, her memories of that time she said those exact same words to him in the Room of Requirement replaying in her head. She looked down at George’s outstretched hand, then back up at him, smiling at the way his hands shook in nervousness, uncertain if she would give him the time to make it up to her.

It’s all up to her now. The decision is hers.

With a wink at her -now- ex-fiancee, she grabbed George’s hand, allowing him to pull her up from her seat, out the front door, and into the night.

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Notes: I felt evil..

Also cross country sucks, now I feel sick.

But I gift longish chapter!

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Incase you missed:

Chapter 1:

Chapter 4:

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Inspired by:

Humans are Space Velociraptors

By:FreshRoses_InMyGarden_NeedTheRain

Some kids come from storks, others come from crashed spaceships

By: mmmajora

Home Again, Home Again

By: teeth_eater

All works can be found on Ao3

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Warning: trauma flash backs, cussing, mentions of character death, fear.

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Chapter 5: Rocky Road

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Techno certainly didn’t expect Tubbo’s sudden outburst. Still Techno sort of expected bitterness towards the human.

The droneling marched off presumably to go to the garden. He shoved Wilbur out of the way and continued speaking gibberish.

“What’s with Tubbo?” The phantom asked, casting worried glances towards the door.

“He just threatened the human.” Techno said as if it wasn’t the most stupid move on Tubbo’s part. Wilbur’s eyes grew wide and he attempted to run to the holding cell, only to be stopped by Techno’s hand on his shoulder. The phantom sighed before turning towards the guard.

Silently the pair made their way to the common room. Flicking on the illusion projector, and turning the channel with the ISF news. Techno opened a novel not paying any mind to the news reporter who was going over the case that Techno had just escaped.

There weren't any further advances on the story other than what they knew. The ship had crashed on Omar, a nature preserve, which led the ISF to find eight human bodies and twelve recognized crew members. Though there were fourteen to begin with, not that the news knew that of course. The ship was also deemed as a poacher ship and not much else was discovered.

After the story was covered a different news reporter came on screen. He was shifting his papers nervously and glanced down every so often. This caused Techno to close his novel and pay attention to the illusion.

“Just one day ago, one of the Dream Team crew members quit.” The news reporter took a shaky breath before continuing, “Today the crew has reported that the ex-crew member had taken one of the humans they were using for testing.” A picture of Tommy appeared on screen, “This is what the human looks like. We advise citizens to be on the lookout for this man,” a picture of Wilbur popped onto the screen, “and the human. If you see either one in public do not engage and immediately report it to one of your stationed guards.” The man finished and Wilbur immediately flicked off the TV.

Him and Techno shared a glance of pure shock. Wilbur shed a couple blue tears and immediately started panicking. The guard wrapped his brother until a tight hug and fought off the voices chants of “NOT SAFE”. Silence drew the pair into an unsteady atmosphere.

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“Honestly that kid is a burden. I don’t know why you think we can take care of him.” A lady said, fury wasn’t hidden behind a fake smile at this point. The man standing next to her nodded silently.

“Ma’am, I don't understand what you’re saying.” Another lady responded, patience running thin.

Tommy held back the tears that were threatening to fall. His lip was already bleeding and his fingers felt raw. His bruises were itching uncomfortably under his tight shirt. He was starting to overheat, yet kept his jacket wrapped around him protectively.

“What I am saying is, we don’t want him, and I doubt anyone else will.” The lady started, “That kid is a nuisance. He makes our children look problematic, when in reality he is the problem child. I don’t understand how his parents put up with him for so long.” The lady finished.

“Only my mother put up with me,” Tommy thought, “my father couldn’t spare me a glance without yelling at me..”

He sat in the waiting room for what felt like hours before making the decision. The one that caused him to live on the streets.

He took his bag and sprinted out of the facility. He just kept running, nowhere to go and no money to use.

….

Suddenly it was a different night. He was sitting on a park bench looking at the stars. He was somewhere in Colorado, not sure how he made it here, but here he was. He breathed in the fresher air and pushed himself up.

He turned left then right then another left. At this point he was on one of those nature paths that seemed to be everywhere.

He sat in a field. Wasn’t it night?

A light and a huge gust of wind was the only response he got.

Then footsteps. A distant scream. Then cold sharp pain accompanied by a void of darkness.

He woke up in a cage..

He shot up in bed.. His head throbbed, but there was no point in sleeping it off.

So he got up. He hobbled over to the bookshelf and looked at the weird games and toys. His eyes fell on what he presumed to be a stack of cards and a pen of sorts.

It took an hour to label all the cards, but when he finally did he played a game of solitaire. Then another and another. By the time he finished the sixth one he was bored.

He went back to inspecting the bookshelf. The middle shelf had jigsaw puzzles.. didn’t Clem like puzzles?

He picked out what he presumed to be a flower field. There were a bunch of blue sunflowers.. wasn’t that her favorite flower?

Tommy sat on the floor creating a puzzle his sister would’ve absolutely adored. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks every once and a while. Only to be hastily wiped away.

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His eyes felt like they were glued shut. They attempted to sit up only to find creaks in their back and neck.

After a minute he sat up. His mind was still foggy from sleep, but he made his way to the security office, ready to work through his sleep deprived state.

Before they even left the room Phil told them to go back to rest. Ranboo obliged, and closed his door.

Having no work left he decided to write down as much information as he could about both Earth and Tommy.

Surprisingly they were able to recall a lot of information from the night before. That usually didn’t happen..

Once they wrote an entire dictionary on both topics, they tried the door again.

Phil, once again stepped in front of them, “Mate, I really think you should rest.”

“I know, but I am hungry. Can I at least have lunch?” Ranboo felt like a child once again, but knew it always worked with the captain.

After Phil rolled his eyes, Ranboo practically skipped to the kitchen. He grabbed some of the leftovers from last night and popped it into the insta-heater. Making two plates of food.

After the food was ready he looked down either hallway. Phil was preoccupied with Wilbur in the common room. Deciding it was the best time to sneak to his friend, he made his way to the holding cell. Only to be stopped by none other than Techno himself.

“Oh! H-hi Techno..” Ranboo said awkwardly.

“What are you doing?”

“I-I was just getting Tubbo some lunch!” Ranboo cringed at their own lie. Only to be met with a raised eyebrow.

“Ok I was gonna visit Tommy.” Ranboo caved. That was the right answer as Techno nodded and let Ranboo pass.

“You’re only giving him lunch right?” Techno inquired.

“Er- that and talk a bit.. I mean that was my original plan.”

“Then I will stay with you.” Techno left no room for debate.

Ranboo nodded and approached the cell, setting the plate on the automatic tray. Techno stood in a small hallway allowing his presence only to be known to Ranboo.

Tommy was sitting on the floor putting together a landscape puzzle.

With what they saw, their curiosity intrigued them.

“Can I go in?” He asked first to Techno who shifted off of the wall.

“Only if I am in there.” Ranboo nodded and turned to Tommy who was busy with the puzzle.

Ranboo knocked on the window once. Tommy’s head shot up before the human stood up and approached the window.

“Hello!” Ranboo chirped, “I can see you’re working on a puzzle! I would love to help if you want? Me and my friend won’t go in if you don’t want me in there. But just so you know I brought lunch!”

Tommy stared at the enderian before answering. He was clearly debating the options.

“Only if Techno doesn’t talk.” Was the only response either got.

With that they grabbed the food and let the door open. Techno entered first, immediately going to the back chair and pulling out a novel. Ranboo handed Tommy a plate and sat next to the strange human.

It didn’t take them long for them to start rambling. Both about everything and nothing.

Surprisingly Ranboo lost all fear that should’ve been gripping them, and felt comfortable sitting with one of the most dangerous creatures in the galaxy.

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“So people are looking for you?” The captain asked, impatiently tapping his foot against the metal floor.

“To put it simply, yea..” Wilbur said pretty much losing all confidence within the span of an hour.

The caption responded with a sympathetic look and wrapped his son in another tight hug. Wilbur didn’t pull away this time. He melted into comfort.

After a minute the elder pulled away, “How about you watch one of those documentaries you like. I will make some iced fluff and join you in a bit.” The phantom nodded and trugged himself over to the common room sofa. Turning on the illusion and flicking to one of the only things the ISF was allowing people to view from Earth, Netflix.

He skimmed the documentary section and came upon one that was about the Ocean. Three minutes later he was completely into it.

Phil returned with two bowls of iced fluff. Wilbur dug into the sweet treat. Phil sat next Will and wrapped a wing around him, to which Will leaned into the embrace.

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“So what’s your favorite treat?” Ranboo asked, after he got another piece Tommy wasn’t able to get.

Tommy scoffed, mumbling about how he was just about to try that spot before answering the question, “I love Rocky Road Ice Cream. My mom made it without nuts so it is far superior to anything anyone would get from a store.” Tommy was satisfied with his answer and tried another piece.

“Hmm.. What is ice cream?”

“It’s a sweet frozen cream of sorts.”

“Oh so like iced fluff?”

“No idea, I would have to try it first..”

Both continued the conversation mumbling about other different foods and what not, before falling into a comfortable silence.

Tubbo was absolutely furious at the scene. He sprinted off to the garden where he slammed the door and melted to the floor.

When was the last time anyone had a conversation that was about everything and nothing with him?

He hated the fact he was jealous over a fucking human.

Tomorrow was the day he would prove the human wasn’t all he seemed to be. That the human was nothing more than a monster.

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Notes: I still have a few filler chapters, but am getting there!!

Go take care of yourself, love ya!! <3

Reminder likes are appreciated but reblogs are even better! (Suggestion make a side blog where you just spam creators works... just saying, I have one..)

Also my layout for chapters has changed a bit. I have the last chapter at the top and the next one at the bottom.. and no I am not doing the inspired by on Ao3, simply cause it’s easier for people to see it in the first few, I am keeping it here tho, cause I know people aren’t really gonna see my first chapter right away. I will be keeping the link to the first chapter at the top as well just not the middle ones.

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Tubbo has evolved in to

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Chapter 27: Star Death Reality Show (X)

Lara's words drew silence from everyone.

That afternoon, after the search for Mark and He Yi failed, Dr. Lu had complained casually that the snow was too slippery, and he accidentally fell—he had fallen three times in one afternoon, and the number of times he fell might have doubled if Du Yue hadn't been watching him the whole time. This had reminded everyone that they would be living here for the next six days, and they couldn't travel on the snow every time.

So the five of them, together with Xue Jiahui, Janet, and Alex, who were present to help search at that time, eight people in total, had carried the necessary snow-shovelling equipment to each house and swept out a snow-free road near their houses, leading to the church in the middle of the village. And Jing Siyu, Jing Sixue, and Annie, although not missing, had not cleared their paths, nor had the missing Mark and He Yi.

Lara's thinking was very clear. If someone had knocked Xue Jiahui out and taken her away, unless he went to the church first along the snow-free path Xue Jiahui had cleared and then gone to someone's house to hide her along the seven snow-free paths connected to the church, his footprints would otherwise be left in the snow.

"But in the afternoon, we walked around and left many footprints on the ground, which are difficult to distinguish now," Qi Leren countered.

"Let’s look for it along the way," Lara said.

This search went on throughout the night, but there were no extra suspicious footprints on the ground and there were no clues in the people's houses. By dawn, Dr. Lu was too sleepy to keep his eyes open. He followed the crowd with a yawn and walked into the church with them to have a rest.

"The Best of the Day will be broadcast in two hours. Let's just wait for it before we rest," Lara said.

Dr. Lu said, "I can't do it. Let me take a nap and just... call me when it’s time."

Giving a look of being exhausted, he yawned hard enough that tears almost fell. Qi Leren patted him on the shoulder: "You might as well go back so you can sleep. Have Du Yue accompany you."

"Aren't you sleepy?" Dr. Lu muttered.

"Not too much." Qi Leren also felt a little tired, but it was probably because he was tortured by Chen Baiqi. His energy was better than before, so he could stay up all night.

"Forget it, I’ll take a nap on a couch here for a while, just for two hours, I’m too tired to leave," Dr. Lu murmured and yawned again.

Seeing that he was so sleepy, Lara  smiled and said, "You can't sleep on the couch either. It would be bad if you caught a cold."

Qi Leren suddenly remembered the glowing stone: "Lara, do you remember that glowing stone? You and Francis found it in a cave yesterday."

"Oh, what's wrong?" Lara wondered.

"Before going to Xue Jiahui’s, we passed the church to look at the stone. It turned out that... It was a bit strange, you should also have a look," Qi Leren solemnly said.

Lara nodded and walked with Francis towards the back room of the church.

Pushing open the unlocked door, the old room was illuminated by the polar daylight outside the broken window. But the first thing the people who walked into this room saw would never be the stone that had broken into two pieces and lost its luster in the corner, but Xue Jiahui lying on the ground.

"Xue Jiahui!" Qi Leren let out a low cry, and Dr. Lu, who was about to fall asleep, hurried up to check her condition.

"Still alive, breathing and heartbeat are normal." Dr. Lu touched her neck and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Why is she here?" Du Yue wondered.

"We'll know when she wakes up," Qi Leren said, and looked at the stone that was no longer shining.

Before, when he was busy performing for the audience, he hadn't noticed that there was dried blood on the stone's surface that penetrated into the crevice. When he thought of the bloodstained bandage found in Annie's room, he inevitably linked these two things together.

Was it because of Annie's blood that the monster in this stone was awakened? It made sense. As a member of Deep Sea Religion, Annie would recognize this stone as a natural thing. Although she was resting in the house because she was feeling unwell that day, Mark had seen the stone, and it was likely that he had told Annie.

But this guess wouldn't be recognized even if it was spoken aloud. After all, this group of contestants still didn't know that a terrible monster had appeared here... After Xue Jiahui woke up, he would look for an opportunity to let her identify the pictures of the octopus so that the chain of logic could be made. Qi Leren was going to do this.

After more than an hour, the contestants came to the church one after another, waiting for the announcement at 8 o'clock. Jing Siyu was much better. She came with her sister Jing Sixue, and Annie also came. When she saw Xue Jiahui, she raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you say she was missing?"

"She was found more than an hour ago in the room behind the church hall. Also, the glowing stone we found on the first day has been broken... Something is wrong," Lara said in a dignified way.

Janet, who had just arrived, smiled mockingly and said nothing.

Xue Jiahui, who had been placed on the couch, let out a loud groan, and everyone looked at her. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.

"Are you alright?" Lara sat down beside her and asked softly.

Xue Jiahui opened her mouth and asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"

When she said this, Qi Leren screamed in his heart. The important clue-NPC fell off the chain at the critical moment via the ridiculous method of amnesia, which simply cut off the possibility of obtaining intelligence across the board. He had a faint feeling that there was a 90% chance that this boss-enemy was the "octopus" mentioned during their discussion before, but he knew nothing about it except that the octopus was a parasitic cosmic alien. He didn’t know its habits, fighting capacity, or whether it would reproduce rapidly.

While Qi Leren was struggling, Lara had already asked about Xue Jiahui's condition. She had really lost her memory and even forgotten who she was. Obviously, it was impossible to remember that she had done a program about "amphioctopus".

Janet held her forehead and sighed in an ostentatious manner: "I am really fed up with cooperating with the performance, even a memory loss scenario has come out. I think Miss Xue won yesterday's Best without any problem."

As soon as she spoke, the speaker started: "Now broadcasting the voting results. The winner for the Best of the Day is: Qi Leren."

The people present uniformly turned their attention to Qi Leren. Janet, who had been beaten on the spot, looked at Qi Leren in a particularly bad way. Dr. Lu was more excited than he was that he got the Best. He said happily: "Congratulations, please come have dinner with me and Du Yue later to celebrate!"

"Thank you... Well, thank you all for your support and love." When Qi Leren remembered that there was an audience, he had to smile and pretend that he was very happy, but his brain was spinning: How could he be rated as the best yesterday? Was it because he’d found that the glowing stone was broken? Or for some other reason?

On the second day of this reality show, many things had happened: Jing Siyu fell into the basement, Mark and He Yi disappeared, they searched the basement, Xue Jiahui disappeared and lost her memory...

He had participated in almost every one of these events. It was probably because of his positive performance and occasional "flash of light" discovery that he had gotten so many votes, Qi Leren thought.

"It's a pity, I thought Miss Xue could get the Best, but it turned out to be Qi. It seems that the audience is more fond of conscientious and obedient actors." Janet looked at Xue Jiahui with a playful mockery.

Xue Jiahui looked confused and overwhelmed, and Qi Leren could not see the sense of recognition in her face. He was now not sure what had happened to Xue Jiahui. If someone had really knocked her out, who could it be?

"It's still strange. The three of us came to the church at eleven o'clock in the evening. At that time, there was no one in the room. After that, we went to Xue Jiahui’s, and the journey took only ten minutes at most. Why was Xue Jiahui hidden in this room? Who brought her here? How did the perpetrator avoid other people?" Dr. Lu murmured, his brow wrinkling more and more tightly as he looked very distressed.

"I’m afraid that only the audience will know this," Lara smiled bitterly. "After all, we can't check these cameras."

"Unfortunately, we can't get help from the audience outside the stadium," Francis said.　

"Actually, it shouldn’t be impossible," Qi Leren suddenly said.

"Do you have a communicator?" Janet looked at Qi Leren with suspicious eyes.

"No. Like you, I have no other tools except a knife. The fixed cameras are installed inside and outside the church. The audience watching the screen clearly knows who brought Xue Jiahui here while she was knocked out. As long as they tell us the name of the person, everything will be understood," Qi Leren said slowly, looking at the speaker.

Lara's eyes brightened. "You mean..."

Qi Leren smiled and nodded.

Although this speaker would only broadcast the names of the Best, even if it was just a name, it would play a great role in cracking the current puzzle.

"Qianbei is too powerful!" Du Yue actually clapped his hands on the spot, and his admiration was beyond words. Dr. Lu on the side covered his face with one hand and his mouth with the other. It was a shame that this fanboy gave exaggerated praise regardless of the occasion!

"This is also an idea, but will the audience cooperate?" Francis asked.

"Let’s try it. Will you ask them?" Qi Leren invited Lara.

Lara nodded and took a deep breath before solemnly saying, "Hello, audience and friends, welcome to our program. Today is the third day of the program, and many unexpected accidents have happened, especially the accident to Xue Jiahui. We can't figure out who knocked her out and brought her to the back room in this church, and we don't know what the motive is. We hereby implore the audience who have watched this program to vote for the man who committed the crime when they vote for today’s Best of the Day. This is very important to us, please help us. Thank you!"

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Part V

♡ Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!FemaleReader

▹ Warnings: Fluffy scenes, anxious moments, cliff-hanger

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▹ A/N: We are reaching the eye of the storm. Happy reading!

“ ‘Kay, so there’s no way they’re gonna win this game without him turning into the Wolf, right?”

“Finish watching it, Peter.”

Peter musingly shakes his head, mouthful of his fourth slice of pizza. “There’s no way.”

You level a patient smirk at him and point to the television, wordlessly telling him to see for himself.

The screen’s brightness fills your otherwise dark living room, casting shadows along the angles of Peter’s concentrated face. His body is sloped forward, and if he didn’t possess the body control of an enhanced being, he’d fall face-first into your carpet.

Tonight’s movie selection was your choice, and you didn’t want to disappoint. So when Peter said he’d never seen Teen Wolf, you were over the moon. Usually, you’d watch every single second of the classic film, but with Peter sitting cross-legged next to you, his hip pressed against yours as your crossed leg rests on top of his, you spent the entire time covertly peeking at his fascinated expressions.

Well into the third month of your friendship, Peter’s presence in your apartment remains to be an odd sight in a good way. Out of your ordinary. His first time in your apartment came on a day you both chose to escape the sun’s sweltering heat with A/C and ice cream, and like your first conversation in Hal’s, he never made it weird.

It was effortless. Every moment with Peter was like breathing.

If anyone else suggested Friday-night movie nights, you’d have spared no time shutting them down. But your yes to Peter harbored no resistance.

“No way!” An excited smile spreads across Peter’s face as Scott steps to the baseline to take the game-winning free throw shots. “Is he seriously gonna make these?”

You seal your lips, choosing not to spoil the moment, but Peter doesn’t see. His eyes never stray from the screen, and his lips slightly part from the nail-biting suspense. As the last shot falls through the hoop, Peter’s whole jaw drops.

When the end credits roll, he slowly claps. “That was awesome. Like I’ve got some serious chills. How am I going to top that?”

“Eh, you probably won’t,” you reply with a boastful grin. Hidden joy thrums through your body from his excitement. “Might as well call a wrap on movie nights.”

Peter playfully nudges you with his elbow, then checks his watch. “Ah, man, it’s late. I needed to be on patrol half an hour ago.” He’s up in a flash, slipping his shoes on and chewing up the rest of his pizza.

“Do you have to go?” A hint of sadness tinges your words. 

“Yeah, the city would be a mess without me,” he jokes, but you weren’t remiss of his undertone sincerity. “Oh! That reminds me. Some bad guys are out on a robbing spree lately, tailing people at night, so if you work late, can you ask Chris to walk you home? Y’know, just in case I’m not there.”

He does this every time he’s over. Each week, there’s a new thing or group to be leery of, and each time he asks, you immediately nod to erase the gut-sinking concern in his brown eyes.

You rise from the couch and follow Peter to the door. He turns just as he’s about to twist the handle, stalls for a second, then envelopes you into a small, reluctant hug, leaving his arms lax just in case you wanted to pull away. 

Hugging is new, something you’ve only done about five times. The first was an unplanned disaster featuring a hard shove, repeated apologies, and a long, awkward moment of silence. 

You didn’t mean to push him away. It was one of those moments where, even though the urge to reciprocate was there, you couldn’t allow yourself to find comfort in such an innocent gesture. You weren’t ready. He respected that.

You knew your rash reaction bruised Peter more than he let on, but he learned to ease his way into your comfort zone with small touches. An intentional brush of his hand against yours, scooching closer to you on the couch, hi-fives with minimally laced fingers.

It took a while for the second hug-attempt, but you were cautiously prepared when it happened.

This time around, you return the gesture, winding your arms around his middle and setting your chin on his shoulder, resisting the urge to nuzzle your nose against his warm neck. His closeness frazzles you, even more so when he diminishes the gap between you, holding you tighter to his chest before releasing you and clearing his throat.

“Be safe,” you warn softly.

He puffs out his chest. “I have nothing to fear except fear itself.”

“That confident, huh?”

“Comes with the job. You get knocked down enough times, you get pretty confident once you realize you can always get back up.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. And yet you still have a fear of heights.”

“Never said I wasn’t afraid of falling. Just that it gets easier getting back up. ‘Sides, most of those petty offenders scare easy. All I gotta do is say I can plant eggs in ‘em.” He shudders at the idea himself.

“Please, Peter,” you implore, a smile sullying your stern frown.

Peter’s grin, always so wholesome and calming, blankets over your nerves. “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“Well, I think Spider-Man needs someone to worry about him, sometimes. Even if he can get back up. Just… let caution work alongside confidence.”

He heeds your words with a more allayed smile, curtly nodding. “Vigilance. I can do that.”

You’re tempted to wrap him back into your arms to protect him from whatever dangers lie outside of your apartment. Instead, you exchange simple goodnights and shut the door once he reaches the stairwell.

The room and your shirt preserve his crisp evergreen scent long after he’s gone. It lingers as you crawl into bed. An aromatic reminder of his caress and warm skin.

As far as friendships go, you’ve never had one quite like this. The line you drew in the sand moves. Accommodates. Shrinks. Whether he’s aware of it or not, the time you spend cracking jokes with Peter at Hal’s, listening to his adventurous feats, becoming comfortable with his physical proximity, seeing his smile and the way his eyes light up when you smile at something funny or interesting he’s said, you fall just an inch.

He's growing on you. His presence. His laughter. His beaconing smile. His tentative touch. His uncanny ability to endear himself to your foreclosed heart.

It was easier to deny the connection when you didn’t know Peter. But now that you do, every moment you’re with him intensifies what you’ve painstakingly tried to avoid.

You’re falling in love with your Soulmate.

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Once again, it’s the Saturday brunch rush, and once again, Hal’s is up to its neck in bloodthirsty customers. All the booths are packed, as well as the stools. Some of the parties compact a seat meant for two with four people, and the aisle clogs with those who just came to grab a cup of coffee and conversation.

Chris is in his element, swinging from one booth to the next like a controlled tornado collecting orders, while you and Wendy are the unfortunate bunch who have to clean up desecrated tables and feed the greedy.

“If someone asks me what the specials are one more time, I’m going to rip my hair out,” Wendy grouses behind the counter as she puts away five menus.

You grumble back the same sentiments. Menus exist for a reason. And most of these people aren’t new to Hal’s, so the fact that they always have to ask grinds your gears.

11:30 a.m. is your saving grace. If you can hold on until Peter gets here, you’ll be fine.

Chris stops by the bar, pocketing what appears to be a twenty-dollar bill. “Lighten up, ladies. At least you’re off tomorrow.”

Wendy, in her 5’3’’ stature, looks feral. “I want to be off now.”

A rowdy group of high-schoolers sitting in the farthest booth is holding a contest to see who could drink a milkshake the fastest, and the two unlucky contestants shriek like banshees from self-inflicted brain-freeze. All three of you wince.

“We don’t get paid enough for this.”

Hal shouts from the back. “Order up! And stop slackin’ off out there!”

Wendy’s eye twitches as she marches to the back to pick up the orders. You’d have acted the same way if you didn’t have something to look forward to.

“They’re not going to tip me. I just know it,” Chris says to you, despondently looking over at the teens’ table again.

“They’ll come around. No one can resist this moneymaker.” You lightly bump him on the chin to indicate his smile. Heck, his whole chiseled face is a moneymaker, but that exuberant smile sells it all.

Over the last three months, just like your friendship with Peter, your friendship with Chris has improved. Even with Wendy. You aren’t at each other’s throats nearly as much as you used to be. Last week, she complimented your hairstyle, though it was immediately followed up with a snide comment: progress, either way.

Chris laughs. “And here I thought my friendly personality racked up all the tips.”

“It’s a bonus.”

He chuckles again, then blows out a hesitant breath. “So, Y/N…”

“So, Chris…”

“There’s, um, there’s gonna be another music festival in Cunningham Park tonight, and I was wondering if, y’know, you and Peter might want to come and hang?”

You and Peter… As if you were a pair. An item. A couple. To unsuspecting eyes, you knew you and Peter seemed to be just really good friends. Not even Hal questioned why you spent half an hour talking to him every weekday. If he had an inkling of who Peter actually was to you, he’d have confronted you by now.

Chris, on the other hand, kept a sharp eye on you when Peter was around. As meticulous as you were about keeping up pretenses in public, sometimes you’d slip. Your smile would be a tad too bright when Peter walked through the door and took his usual seat. You’d giggle at his jokes too loud. You’d stare into his eyes too long. Signs too blatant for Chris to miss.

You’re just waiting for him to put the last piece in the puzzle.

“I’d… I’d have to ask Peter.” You take a deep breath. Here goes nothing. “But, yeah, I’ll go.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Sure. Sounds like it’ll be fun. What time is it?”

Chris lays a hand on your forehead. “Temp seems fine. Pupils aren’t dilated. How many fingers am I holding up?”

You swat his hand down with a laugh. “Shut up.”

“Look, I know you probably don’t want me saying this out loud, but I’m glad you met Peter. We all are.”

“Why?” Evidently, you’re not that great at hiding your feelings as you thought.

Chris leans against the bar top, keeping an eye on the door just in case customers walked in. “Well, for starters, you literally just agreed to hang out with me for the first time since you started working here, which was—what—two years ago. And… you… I don’t know. You’re more open, y’know? Smiling and such.”

“I smiled before,” you say, a little defensive.

“Not like you do now. Before, it was all—,” Chris screws his mouth up. It’s strange. Alienated and wire-tight. The corners of his lips don’t fully come up, and it barely reaches his eyes. You instantly recognize it—the smile you hid behind.

Did you really smile like that? How is it that you never noticed how off-putting it was? If a server ever smiled at you like that, you’d assume they wished you disappeared off the face of the earth. Is that the smile people saw? More importantly, when did you stop putting it on?

“Two more strawberry milkshakes over here!” shouted one of the brain-freeze victims.

Chris hops to it. Always the perfect server. On his way to make the shakes, he says, “7 p.m.”

“I’ll be there.”

You weren’t going to confirm for Peter until he was there to answer for himself, but he doesn’t show. 11:30 a.m. and the rest of your shift flies by without a sight of him, which is strange, but not uncommon. Homework might have him tied up. September is a pretty busy month for schoolwork, and mid-terms are approaching, so he might be buried in assignments.

Worry doesn’t settle in until you’re getting ready for the music festival at 6:30 p.m., and Peter still hasn’t sent so much as a voicemail.

Evening summer sunlight filters in through your open window, the active sounds of Queens’ busy streets and subway station not allowing your room to fall quiet. Nights like this are perfect for outdoor festivals because it’s warm enough to sit in the grass and not bring a jacket.

Rather than enjoy the idea of getting out for the first time in years, your mind remains hooked on Peter.

It’s not like him not to leave a text if he’s caught up in other things. He’d make sure to tell you where he is, how far away. Since the beginning of this friendship, starting with his little notes, Peter’s constant communication wasn’t something you expected. But now that you do, this behavior just doesn’t match what you’re used to.

You pace the floor of your small bedroom, back and forth, wall to wall, abusively chewing your lower lip and turning your phone around in your hand, working up the nerve to call him, summoning up the will to voice your concern if he did answer.

When you do call, you get his voicemail. Trying again, you end up with the same result. Okay. He’s not picking up his phone.

Fear foregrounds your frustration. It bleeds into your words as you leave your fifth message. One after the other, they morph from mild concern to despairing panic. As the sun dips lower and lower on the horizon and the orange sunlight dwindles, so does your desire to go out.

Because… maybe you shouldn’t go. Maybe you should search for Peter. Finding any trace of him at all would be a stretch, and Chris might be upset about you ditching your plans the next time you see him, but you can’t possibly go out knowing something may be horribly wrong with Peter.

No. No, you won’t cancel plans like that. Peter is fine. Of course, he’s fine. He’s Spider-Man. His duties as a hero come first, no matter what. And he wouldn’t want you to stress so much about him.

Wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, he is okay. He’s alive. You feel it.

Somehow, you break the trance of your pacing and convince yourself to grab a cab ride to the park. When you arrive, the festival appears to be at a content standstill. It’s not as crowded as you assumed it would be for a Saturday night. Many of the attendants, ranging from all ages, are sitting on the grass, soaking up the fading rays of the sun while the bands finish up prepping. You’re greeted by the distinctive smell of hotdog vendors intermingled with ripening leaves.

There is nothing truly scenic about Cunningham Park, aside from the interspersed trees and trails. You’d been here a handful of times when you were younger, hanging out with friends during summer break, and one thing you loved about the park back then is how the sun shone through the leaves, casting an ethereal glow on nature.

You’re more appreciative of its beauty without the sun’s effect.

It wasn’t that hard finding Chris. All you had to do was look for the person most likely garnering friends from other groups. He’s on a blanket, seated in the center of the crowd and chatting with a group of three people.

When you’re close enough to be spotted, Chris’s face mouth out into a wide smile.

“You came!” Then his eyes roamed around. “Where’s Peter?”

You try for a carefree grin but let it fall when the effort became too much. “He couldn’t make it. School stuff.”

“Oh, well, that’s fine.” His smile drops fractionally, less joyful and more sympathetic. “I’m really glad you made it. Hey, guys. This is Y/N, my friend from work.”

You wave a little and hope for a genuine smile to grace your lips as they all scoot to make room for you on the blanket.

Chris introduces them all. He points to a buff, curly-haired guy named Dez, who you wouldn’t have guessed would be the type of guy to enjoy small park festivals. He looks like the kind of person who regularly crowd-surfs at huge concerts and somehow always winds up with a VIP pass. The next person is a slender girl named Asha, who has thick black hair knotted into a messy soccer bun and a glowing smile. 

The last person Chris introduces you to is his Soulmate. You knew just by the way he said his name. Resounding. Reverent. Borderline fanatic. His name is Quint, and unlike the others, he wraps you up in a surprising hug. What’s even more surprising is you hugging back.

“Nice to finally meet you.” His voice is richly robust, exactly how you would expect someone with his Adonis-like face to sound. Two gorgeous, outgoing Soulmates just seems unfair.

“Nice to meet you, too.” You can’t help looking from Quint’s face to Chris’s, then back again, and wondering if this is what people see when they see you and Peter—a perfect match. “Chris has told me a lot about you. All great things.”

“He better,” Quint says, jokingly gazing at Chris as a blush flared across Chris’s cheeks. “And he’s told me a lot about you and Peter.”

There it goes again: people pairing you two. It’s hard not to notice how natural that sounds, as though you two were meant to be spoken about as an inseparable whole.

You brush off your startled expression as best you can and ask, “Good things, right?”

He nods, then shares a smile with Chris. “I would’ve liked to meet him.” You roughly translate that to mean, ‘I would’ve liked to meet you both.’ The blush on Chris’s face deepens into an embarrassingly bright shade of red when he catches your eye.

A plucked, low-pitched guitar string echoes out to the crowd and effectively commences the start of the music festival. You must’ve missed the band's introduction because they got right into their music, playing a melancholic pop song that sounded pretty good. You were more interested in the guitar riffs and melodic piano notes than the lyrics, but they’re no doubt about love.

Halfway into their set, your stomach growls, and you remember that you didn’t have anything to eat since you got off work. The whole thing with Peter staved off your hunger. He’s still in the front of your mind, but you’re doing your best to enjoy the night with Chris and his friends.

Standing up, you tell Chris, “I’m gonna get a hotdog.”

He tilts his chin up in acknowledgment, then goes back to swaying his head to the music.

You got up just in time to beat the line. There are only two vendors in the park, and they’d be slammed once the music hits its intermission. The one you’re at resides near the outskirts of the crowd, closest to where you left the group, and two people are in front of you.

You wish Peter were here.

Your hand touches the outline of your phone in your back pocket while you wrestle with the idea of calling him again. Maybe he’ll pick up this time.

You’re just about to unlock your phone when you hear someone calling your name—a girl.

The voice gets closer and more breathless, like they’re running at you full speed ahead and couldn’t reach you fast enough. You turn to the sound just as the body slams into you, yanking you out of line and clutching you to their frame.

“Where the hell have you been?!”

You pull away and stare straight into her face, not trusting your own eyes. “Manda?"

...

Taglist: @alexandria-euphoria​

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[rebellioussinner09]

Who’s in Control?

Sub Kuroo x dom Fem Reader ❤️

Warning: VERY INTENSE AND LOTS OF CURSE WORDS AND KAMANYAKAN HAHAHAH (CHARACTER IS ABOVE 18 here)

If there’s one thing Kuroo prides himself for is that he knows he has good stamina.

Actually good was an understatement, he knows he has *excellent stamina* not only for playing volleyball but also for bedroom activities.

And Not to mention he was rough and unforgiving when it comes to sex(at least thats what he tells himself)

And he definitely uses that gift for his own advantages,

I mean he himself witnessed on how Y/N would just loose her mind from his Overstimulation or just his thrusting in general.

And a lot of their friends and peers often jokes about on how Y/N handles Kuroo’s attitude. Because as they quote “kuroo seems to be the type of guy who’s into bdsm”

*because lets be real He wasn’t called scheming captain by his team for nothing*

And Even Kenma and Bokuto would join in on that playful banter that Kuroo needs to tone it down sometimes so that Y/N can at least breath and have a chance to keep up with him.

Kuroo would only nod and smile to those comments because oh how wrong their assumptions were.

Because if the roles had been reversed, Y/N was literally 100x worse when it comes to teasing and sadism.

His teammates cleary hasn’t seen Y/N’s all dominant glory when she’s the one taking the reigns on their relationship.

And Kuroo totally had his first hand experience on this;

There was a time where they made a bet on who could last a week on teasing before the other one break, and Y/N won that bet fair and square cause not once did he saw her Crumble, she just shrugged off Kuroo’s efforts in teasing like it was just nothing.

And the dirty talk

*oh god the dirty talk*

If kuroo had a filthy mouth that calls out degrading terms when doing the deed, Y/N was more of a sweet smoth talker that would coo and whisper sweet nothings on your ear and somehow that was 10x worse cause man that girl knows her way with her words.

She would babble out on “how much of a good boy” Tetsuro has been and on how proud she is of him while she bounces herself up and down on his cock.

At that; Kuroo can practically pinpoint the moment he realizes and accepts he is no match for a dom Y/N

So he only whimpers in response as she digs her claws at the back of his shoulders as she continue the activity on riding him.

“Who’s my sweet boy now?” Y/N asks, her fingers slowly tracing the veins on Kuroo’s biceps.

“I am” Kuroo pants desperately “I am baby please- you’re killing me”

But the girl in front of her only raises a brow back at him, she growls loudly as her hand went up to grip Kuroo’s neck

“Now that’s not one way to adress me” she demands as she squeezed the lining of Kuroo’s adam’s apple

“Mommy” Kuroo moaned below her “Im sorry Mommy please”

With a satisfied smirk, Y/N realeses her hold, she leans down to her partners eye level to give him a passionate kiss on the lips

“Ok baby. You can cum now”

As if on command, Kuroo bucks his hips against her core as he splurted his load deep inside her

“Fuck” he hisses between his teeth.

By the time he was finished, he gives Y/N a sturdy glare “You’re killing me” he groans

But his girl only giggles in response “That’s what you get for picking a fight with Bokuto today”

And that was only Level 01 of Y/N being a dom.

Level 2 was way more intense and extreme because it involves a certain strap on toy that Y/N bought online

And to be honest Kuroo was a bit hesistant at getting pegged at first, because no way in hell was he agreeing on shoving up a dildo up to his prostate,

but the protest died on his mouth the moment Y/N pushed him in all fours over towards the bed.

“Awww but baby you take me so good” she purrs as she gently tugs of Kuroo’s boxers from his waist.

“Surely a big boy like you can handle a little strap on now would you?”

Kuroo lets out a deep growl as Y/N prods a finger into his hole to at least stretch it out before she pushes the toy in

“Y/N-“ he warnes

“Yes baby?”

He was about to retort a complaint when he feels the silicon material pushed up against his p-spot

“Fuck” he curses as he grabs a fistful the sheets below him

“You okay?” Y/N asks once she was fully in.

“M’good” Kuroo breathes “Just take it slow on me baby please”

But Y/N’s definition of slow was quite the opposite cause she rutted in him almost quickly as he lets the 7 inch toy slide in and out of him.

The overwhelming sensation of being full and the constant hitting of his prostate was too much for Kuroo’s liking.

He was too absorbed in processing the foreign object against his hole he was surprised Y/N’s hand made its way into his neglected cock.

She gives it a few gentle strokes before she pulls away to trap her arms into Kuroo’s neck.

“Straighten up” she orders lowly “Look at yourself in the mirror”

And Kuroo was quick to obey as he takes his full form on the reflection in front of him.

He was on his knees on the bed while Y/N relentlessly pounds him from behind.

“That’s it baby look at how much of a slut you are” Y/N snarls as she tugs him upward again so he can get a full view of his lower abdominal muscles and his cock that is leaking out pre-cum

The pleasureable feeling of him getting fucked and the degrading words from Y/N was just enough to send him into the edge that he even almost pulled out an aheago face right then and there.

And of course Y/N’s quick eyes didn’t miss that;

“Look at the mirror when you cum” she tells him roughly “Let me see that face you make”

So he does, one quick glance into his messy reflection he’s already cumming hard. He takes and jerks his cock out of sudden reflex all in as he maintained eye contact with himself through the mirror.

And fuck does the sight before him will live rent free on his mind from now on. 😂😂

3rd and Final Level was Y/N’s style of Exhibitionism and Public Sex.

Now in their relationship its no secret that kink is somehow Kuroo’s teritory.

Once his horny in public, Him and Y/N are known to be possibly hooking up in a nearby stall or bathroom or even the storage room if they’re inside the gymnasium.

That’s what all the team knew, It was always Kuroo who initiates the first move, But what they didn’t knew is half of those sexual activity was Y/N s idea.

(At least Kuroo has the decency to at least let them do it in a secluded place where he knows is private but at the same time the possibility of anyone walking in on them excited them both so honestly that was the whole point of it so it was definitely a win win situation)

But what Kuroo doesn’t know is how his girlfriend managed to get turned on in broad daylight and in the middle of the library during a study session

(And one thing about Y/N ; if she’s the first one to get turned on; Don’t even try to think of domming, Kuroo learned that the hard way)

So here she was eyeing him up and down with lusty eyes as she drew little circles around Kuroo’s thigh

“Y/N stop it” Kuroo snaps as he gently slaps the hand away.

“Want you” Y/N breathes unto the shell of his earlobe “You’re so sexy today”

Kuroo sighs in annoyance, he then dips his head down so he could give her a small kiss on the forehead

“Hold on a little longer baby” he reasures “When we’re done with the homework we can have a little detour inside one of the classrooms”

Y/N pouts at the idea of having to wait a little longer “But I want you now”

Kuroo gives her another kiss “I know. But they’re like 50 other people here with us”

At his statement Y/N gives a sly smirk.

And Kuroo was quick enough to piece the puzzles together “Baby dont you dare-“

But it was too late, Y/N reacted quickly on knocking few of her books down to the floor catching the attention of few other students from across their table.

She mumbles a quick apology before she kneels down to retrive them.

And by retrieve it was her kneeling infront of Kuroo’s legs to palm his bulge against the fabric of his pants.

“What are you doing?” Kuroo growls “Get up”

But Y/N wasn’t taking any hints and continued to fundle with his balls “You’re already hard babe” she comments “I know you like this. You like me blowing you out inside the library while they are peolple around us”

At the suggestion of blowing him, Kuroo’s breath hitched; “Y/N Im serious” he says “Not here”

Y/N lets out a sarcastic scoff “It will be fine” she assures as she zips Kuroo’s fly down to free his aching cock “Just dont make a sound”

Without another word, she envelops Kuroo’s long shaft into the depths of her mouth.

Kuroo lets out a soft whine as he takes a quick look at the surrounding around him, luckily no one has took noticed of them yet and he thanked the Nekoma high school library for having closed tables that covered their lower halves.

He then turns his gaze back to Y/N who was busy bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

He groans again as he feels her tongue move up to the base then around to his frenulum.

“Fuxk” he curses under his breath as he feels the building organsm ripping away through his stomach down to his shaft.

“baby I’m gonna cum” he whispers as he wraps a hand on her hair to guide her head up and down.

With another quick swish of Y/N’s tongue, Kuroo lets a harsh yelp as he involunarily thrust his hips into her mouth to ride out his orgasm.

Y/N pulls away with a loud pop as she gracefully wiped away the cum stains around her lips

“See?” She mused “that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

He fixes her a stern glare “oh fuxk you” he says as he took in the mess they made.

If they keep doing random stuffs like this; Kuroo’s gonna need a change of pants and possibly change schools. (His reputation as a volleyball captain would clearly be damaged) but when he tooks in the sighs of his girlfriend’s smirk and lewd face in front of him, Kuroo wouldn’t trade it for the whole world.

#kuroo tetsuro x reader #fanfic #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #x reader #haikyuu!! #kuroo smut #lemon fanfic

[newtcallsmetommy]

2 am Confessions (A newtmas drabble)

I saw this post by @skeletentacles :

thomas: *throwing rocks at newt’s window*

newt, loudly: you have a phone for a reason you know!

*thump*

newt, lifting window: DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW

And @persnickett was like  “alskdjadklsfj please someone write it lol” so I thought to myself “why not?” and went ahead and wrote it (this is not beat read and English isn’t my first language so please excuse any mistakes)

I also posted it on Ao3 in case you rather wanna read it there, my username there is sunlightschadow (I’m not linking the fic since tumblr still isn’t a fan of links to other pages I think)

Thomas had decided. Today would be the day he finally confessed his feelings to Newt.

Newt, the beautiful British boy who had been his best friend since childhood, which was when Newt had moved to America. Newt, who had always been by Thomas' side, getting him out of trouble or getting into it along with him, making him laugh when he was sad, or simply offering a shoulder to cry on. Newt, who looked like an angel to Thomas with his fluffy blond hair and his dark chocolate eyes that you could get lost in and who had the most beautiful laugh known to mankind (at least if you asked Thomas).

So today was the day. Today he would finally confess to Newt because frankly he couldn't hold it in anymore.

Too bad it was almost 2 am when Thomas had come to this decision and he decidedly did not want to wake up the other boys parents by ringing the doorbell to his house. So, inspired by various romantic movies, he decided to throw rocks at Newts window to hopefully wake the boy so he could confess his love to him.

Finally, after a good 5 minutes of rock throwing, the lights in Newt's room switched on. Thomas wanted to make sure Newt knew it was urgent though so he kept throwing small rocks at his window until a loud voice from inside interrupted him. It was Newt, somehow instinctively knowing that only Thomas would pull a stunt like this, without even having to look out of the window.

"You have a phone for a reason you know!" the Brit yelled.

Oh, true. Why hadn't Thomas thought of that earlier? So without thinking he pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and threw it at Newt's window. It had the desired effect, the other boy finally opened his window.

"DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!" Newt yelled.

Thomas looked down at his now empty hands, then at his phone which lay in the grass a few meters away and then up at Newt. "Uh... yes?" he answered.

"Tommy! I meant to text me! Not buggin' throw it like those rocks! What in the bloody hell is so important you wake me up for it at 2 in the morning anyway?!" Newt asked. Thomas was impressed his parents hadn't woken up yet from all the noise but the lights in the rest of the house stayed turned off. He also had to force himself to concentrate and not get sidetracked because Newts accent got stronger when he was annoyed and/or sleepy and both were the case right now and it was so damn cute.

He should probably answer Newt though before the other boy threw something back at him so he took all his courage together to get his next words out.

"I do stupid stuff! Like throwing my phone at your window without thinking! But you know I always think it through when it counts! Like when you're upset and I think it through before I say what I say to cheer you up! Or the way I think it through to get you the perfect birthday present each year! And I thought this thing through for a long long time too!" he yelled, hoping he wasn't waking up the entire neighborhood. He took a deep breath.

"I love you Newt!"

Silence. Simply silence. Newt just stared at him and suddenly he was gone from the window. Thomas felt his heart crumble in his chest. He had messed up. Oh god why had he thought this was a good idea? He probably destroyed their friendship now, he-

Before his thoughts could spiral even more the front door of Newt's house suddenly flew open. Once again he was impressed Newt's parents weren't waking up from all this ruckus.

Newt stormed towards him and before he could process what was going on two thin but strong arms were wrapped around him in a bone crushing hug. He hugged back on instinct, his arms finding their familiar place around Newt's waist. They hugged a lot, okay?

"I love you too, you bloody idiot," Newt gasped out next to his ear, a little out of breath from running down the stairs.

Leaning back out of there hug a bit, Newt's hands went up to cup Thomas' face. Thomas could only stare back at him, mesmerized by the blush on Newt's usually pale cheeks and the twinkle in his chocolate eyes.

"Tommy? Can I kiss you?" he asked and Thomas was already nodding before he even finished his question. So Newt flashed him a brilliant smile that made the breath stutter in Thomas' chest and then leaned in. Their lips met softly, gently, yet firmly, simply wonderfully. The kiss felt a lot like coming home, like puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. It simply felt right.

After a few moments they pulled back, but neither went far. They rested their foreheads together and one of Newts hand's went to one of Thomas' hands on his waist and he linked their fingers together.

"So? Boyfriends?" Thomas asked, sounding hopeful. Newt gave him a chuckle. "Yes, boyfriends, Tommy," he answered with a squeeze to Thomas' hand.

Newt traced his thumb over Thomas' cheekbone. "Do tell me though, why did you think throwing rocks at my window was the smartest idea to wake me up? You could have simply given me a call or rung the doorbell," the blond asked. "I didn't want to wake up your parents," Thomas answered.

At that Newt drew his head back a little to look into Thomas' eyes, frowing. "Tommy, my parents are out of town for the weekend visiting my grandparents, I told you that two days ago," he said. Oh. Thomas flushed bright red. "I-I forgot about that," he stuttered out.

Newt simply gave his most beautiful laugh known to mankind (according to Thomas) at that and tugged at Thomas' hand. "Alright Tommy. Now come on, in case you haven't noticed it's the middle of the bloody night and I want sleep. You can cuddle me to make up for waking me up so rudely," And well, now Thomas wouldn't say no to that offer.

(The broken phone screen was worth the laugh it still drew out of Newt when he retold the story at their wedding a few years later.)

#newtmas #newtmas fanfic #newtmas fanfiction #newt tmr #thomas tmr #maria writes #my writing

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Satisfied, Part 47

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She hummed to herself as she wandered through town. She really wished they would have trusted her enough by now to just tell her their hideout location. Even if they were right to be suspicious, they really had no reason to be. She didn’t think she’d be alive if they found out she was working for the bats, so why…?

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts when she saw the henchmen. She calmly put her hands in the pockets of her dress as they approached. Fighting back or running away was useless, considering it was about ten on one and she was still trying to remain mostly unknown, so why bother?

“Hey, fellas!” She chirped.

They didn’t smile or respond, but she was used to that.

What she wasn’t used to was them forcing a bag over her head without giving her tranquilizer. She gave a tiny, confused frown as she was hoisted over someone’s shoulder and carried out into the night.

She felt her feet touch ground and smiled as she pulled the bag off of herself.

A glance around made the difference obvious. Joker wasn’t there. She resisted the urge to pump her fist in the air at the tiny victory.

Harley nearly tackled her in a hug and she rolled her eyes, but still hugged back. “Woo… almost time,” she said with as much cheerfulness as she could muster.

Harley seemed to brush off her hesitance as nerves, as she pressed a kiss to the top of her head and said: “Don’t worry about it, darlin’! Everything's going to plan!”

“Right, so… what is the plan, exactly?”

The Rogues went still. All eyes slowly made their way to Penguin, who gave a small shrug. “Hm... guess I never told her… oops?”

“I thought we all agreed she was trustworthy!” Said Scarecrow.

Penguin gave a small shrug. “Information is power.”

“Not when you’re keeping it from your allies!” Hissed Catwoman.

He shrugged as if to say ‘agree to disagree’. “Joker was right, though, she’s not cut out for murder. Maybe we shouldn’t involve her.”

Crap. There was no way in hell that she was going to screw up this close to the end… she raised her eyebrows teasingly. “Aw, Penguin, is that you trying to care about me? That’s so sweet of you!”

His eyes narrowed slightly. He knew that she was just doing it to annoy him into including her but that didn’t mean it didn’t work: “Of course not! I just don’t want a liability on my team!”

She hummed lightly. “Mhmm, sure. But Joker agreed I wasn’t a liability, so…”

“How would you know that?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Marinette smiled. “So, what’s the plan?”

Poison Ivy smiled and walked over to pull out a handy chalkboard. She drew a crude map of the layout of the Wayne Mansion with a bunch of squiggles in the middle of the courtyard to represent all the people. “Right. At eleven-thirty you’re going to portal us inside the house because that doesn’t change. We crash the party and after that… how many portals can you maintain?”

She hesitated. “For more than a few minutes? One set.”

Harley nodded slowly and circled the two gates. “Alright, then we need you to hold up portals by these two main exits so people will have a hard time escaping.”

“Escaping… what?”

Poison Ivy beamed. “We’re going to assassinate every person in a position of power.”

That wouldn’t work unless… She went pale. “But… it’s a masquerade. There’s… how will you tell?”

Please, please, please don’t be saying what she thought they were saying --.

“Everyone there has power of some sort, either politically or economically.” Scarecrow explained. “And if the past few years have proven anything it’s that they aren’t using it right. So: anarchy.”

“But anarchy doesn’t just work like people think it does! Sure, there will be no real laws for a little while, but it’s temporary! It’s a power vacuum! Eventually someone will come along and grab everything.”

“Exactly!” Said Penguin. “And since everyone else will be rather… indisposed, it’s ours!”

Hands came up to rest on her shoulders.

She swallowed thickly and looked away. Her mind found its way to the question he’d asked her when they’d been playing cards. ‘What is it you need?’ She’d given him the answer ‘power’ and this was his appeal to that.

And she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t tempting. She’d never be hurt again, she’d never be weak again. But she wouldn’t give into that temptation. She couldn’t. Couldn’t even pretend to. Because they would give power to her if she asked them to.

And she didn’t know what she’d do.

She pushed his hands away and took a step back. “There are going to be kids at the Gala.”

“Don’t worry, we have a plan to get them out,” said Catwoman, who walked over and slung herself over Marinette’s shoulders. “Why? Scared for your little boy toy?”

Her face warmed and she sighed. “A little, but also for the actual kids. How are we getting them out?”

The woman shrugged against her. “Manually. We’ll all pick them up, give them a bit of money, and send them on their way before we open fire.”

Marinette cringed. “You’re going to ‘send them on their way’? They’re kids! They won’t survive!”

“At least we’re giving them a chance to,” said Scarecrow.

“Besides,” added Penguin. “If they want they can join us as henchmen! Most of the street kids end up that way, anyways.”

She felt bile build in her throat.

She’d hoped, somewhat naively, that with a little bit of work and guidance they could all be good people. Sure, they all had done some horrible stuff, but she’d thought that they were mostly victims who had been manipulated by people who knew what they wanted and how to get it -- like Joker and, to a lesser extent, Penguin. But now… she was forced to confront the fact that, beyond whatever had happened in their lives to make them snap, they were ultimately smart people. They were perfectly aware of what they were doing and were absolutely okay with it. Took joy in it. It would take theoretical years of work for them to ever be fully rehabilitated, and even then she had her doubts it could work.

But then Harley reached out and poked her cheeks up into a smile and gave her such a kind look that Marinette managed to hold onto a scrap of that hope. There had to be some little pieces of humanity left in them, she’d seen them poke through -- they’d been angry when their henchmen had hurt her, they’d decided to spare the children (even if they had to justify it like that). There was still someone in there, some conscience begging to be listened to. And that was enough. She could work with that.

She at least had to try.

Marinette brought a smile to her face, taking Harley’s hands in hers. This was all if the bats won, of course, and though she hoped they would...

She figured she should have a backup plan in place. And if the Rogues won, there were some people who would need her help far more: “Can I have a mansion to help the kids? I don’t like the idea of just leaving them to fend for themselves.”

Harley smiled and squeezed her hands. “Of course! I’m sure Penguin can give you a nice one in his territory.”

Penguin opened his mouth to protest.

The woman’s eyes went cold. “I’m sure Penguin can give you a nice one in his territory,” she repeated.

He let his mouth fall closed and nodded his agreement.

Marinette couldn’t help but laugh. Then she pursed her lips as she mused aloud: “Right, so Penguin is doing this for the money and/or power.”

“Of course.”

“I assume Scarecrow is here for the fear.”

“And the elite status, really,” Scarecrow waved her off.

She nodded. “Noted. Ivy is here for killing the rich.”

“Woo!”

“Riddler…?”

He shrugged. “Is bored.”

“Right. Sorry about that. Wanna do a puzzle together in a minute?” They exchanged smiles and she continued: “Catwoman wants money.”

“Money is good,” the woman agreed.

“And Harley is here for Joker. But why is Joker doing it?”

Harley shrugged calmly. “Why does he do anything? For Batman’s attention.”

“Doesn’t he always have it? The guy could probably walk through town and Batman would show up.”

She gave her a sad smile. “It’s never enough.”

~~~

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MLQC Season 2 Chapter 9 (Kiro) Final Part [Delayed Answer] & [Fissure] Translation [CN]

***SPOILERS*** THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR CONTENT NOT YET RELEASED ON EN SERVER!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!***

Here’s the rest of Kiro’s story from Season 2 chapter 9

For the previous translations of Season 2 Chapter 9: Part 1

Enjoy~

[Delayed Answer]

The day of the new song conference finally came to a successful conclusion.

Thinking that I could finally go home and rest at ease, I suddenly received a message from Savin, asking me to bring Kiro to the company right away.

After listening to my retelling, Kiro’s smile immediately froze on his face as if he got caught sneaking out for barbecue.

Kiro: Savin will definitely give me three hours of ideological education.

Kiro: ….Or I’ll just slip away and say that my stomach hurts.

MC: It doesn’t matter, I will help you intercede.

Kiro sighed. After thinking long and hard, he quickly aligned with me and prepared to proactively explain his mistakes.

Pushing open the door of the company, gold foil ribbons suddenly fell from the ceiling and cheers came one after another to my ears.

Kiro and I were stunned in place, surrounded by everyone.

Kiki: Congratulations to our company’s successfully held new song release conference by the ace artist, Kiro!

Willow: We did it!!!

The company is full of lights and festoons and the banners of “Today’s New Year” is displayed everywhere.

Kiro was pushed to the center of the crowd, surrounded by balloons, ribbons, and flowers. Soon, a huge cake was pushed in front of him.

Behind him was a long row of tables filled with tempting cupcakes and carbonated drinks.

A few golden letter balloons were fixed on the wall, piecing together the words “KILO”.

It turns out that everyone thought that Kiro rarely showed up these days because of the sullenness of the last storm so they prepared this surprise to cheer him up.

Kiro: Scared me to death…I thought I came to receive ideological education.

Savin: Don’t worry, there will be time for that later. ***Changed some wording***

With everyone’s urging, Kiro blew out the candles on the cake.

Kiro: Thanks, everyone!

His smile in the candlelight was captured by the camera. At this moment, the whole world is full of hope and life like never before.

After the celebration banquet, Kiro and I went to the company’s terrace for some fresh air.

As the sun sets, the evening breeze gently takes away the remaining warmth.

MC: Can you tell me now…?

MC: How did the “last-minute superhero” Kiro stop the train?

Kiro: It’s actually very simple. I briefly hacked into the car’s control system and activated the emergency braking function.

Kiro: As long as the startup program is disrupted, the train will be able to stop.

MC: What! I didn’t think of that before!

Kiro: The most important thing is that the boy changed his mind. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have worked even if I typed many lines of code.

MC: You’re right, but fortunately, he was not brainwashed by the people of GRAY RHINO.

Kiro: Because his heart has never changed.

Kiro: He lost his way and fell into a quagmire. All he needed was someone to pull him out.

Kiro: Therefore, we have also agreed that no one will say a word about what happened today.

The wind lifted his hair on his forehead and the eyes that looked at me were shining.

I nodded solemnly.

MC: No matter what, I will support your decision.

MC: What’s more, during that plane accident, he  changed his mind in the end and saved the person on that flight.

The real culprit is GRAY RHINO. They took advantage of this boy’s pain and weakness to achieve their goals.

If today’s crisis wasn’t resolved, perhaps the contradiction between Evolvers and ordinary people will incite into an unprecedented degree….

Thinking of this, my mind suddenly fell into a daze.

CORE is like a stone thrown by an invisible hand, constantly stirring up even bigger ripples. I’m also more and more certain that the most critical variable in this world is CORE.

But for most people in this world, some of them choose to move forward and some choose to retreat.

Some people stay where they are, while others are lost and don’t know where to go.

Therefore, there are many people with inconsistent paces and different destinations.

The history of this world is written by everyone, but not everyone’s fate will be recorded.

Can their voices be heard? Can these meager destinies be included in the “beautiful future” pursued by this society?

Regardless of whether it is B.S., the Special Task Force, GRAY RHINO, these self-regulated people at the forefront, how can they frame the correct choice at every step….

Kiro: What are you thinking about? Why do you show such an unhappy expression again?

I shook my head.

MC: I was just thinking that the pain I felt from that boy might only be one thousandth or one ten thousandth of how he felt.

I was able to see his past memories, but I can’t 100% feel his current pain.

Kiro put down the soda can, rested his hands on the railing, and looked at me quietly.

Kiro: Will MC suffer because of her own abilities?

I thought for a moment and shook my head seriously.

MC: Only when you are close to suffering, you are closer to reality.

MC: Isn’t it cowardly if you ignore the facts because you are afraid of pain?

MC: And so….

Before I finished speaking, Kiro suddenly took my hand and gently placed it on top of his head.

His tousled hair brushes my palm, ticklish. I looked at him, puzzled.

Kiro: Then MC can also feel my memory.

The corners of his eyes were bent, and the golden color of the setting sun seemed to flicker in his eyes.

Kiro: Since you have the ability to perceive pain, you should also have the same right to perceive happiness.

I stared blankly at him and couldn’t help but blurt out.

MC: Are you happy?

Kiro: Mm. When I’m by your side, I am happy.

MC: Is this comfort?

Kiro shook his head, giving me a serious expression.

Kiro: Not comfort, but a promise. By your side, I am happy.

The wind rustled the hair on his forehead, revealing his starry eyes and the sincere gentleness in them.

Kiro: But speaking of the topic just now, I also have a question for MC.

His tone suddenly became a little lighter.

Kiro: “If you don’t hurt people, you will be hurt”… what would you do with this choice?

MC: In fact, someone once told me this answer.

I looked into his eyes, as if I could feel a warm feeling pouring into my heart.

MC: He should be the one who chooses the latter without hesitation , but he can always get himself out of the situation.

Fresh and vivid memories. Some are complete. Some are fragmented and they converge like a river of flowing into the sea of memories little by little.

MC: But there is something he is a bit bad about—he likes to keep the secret until the end.

MC: …So I didn’t know for a long time after arriving.

Kiro blinked and suddenly sneezed twice in succession.

Kiro: Is someone speaking ill of me behind my back….?

I chuckled, the last regret in my heart seemed to disappear with the wind.

MC: Given that these days are so unlucky, let us be superstitious for a bit.

I took out a coin and put it in the palm of my hand, muttering something to the night sky.

MC: If it’s positive, it means something good will happen. If it’s negative, it means something generally good will happen----

Kiro: Miss Chips is so greedy. But----what if it’s in the middle?

MC: What a coincidence!

I retorted righteously and tossed the coin up while talking.

The silver coin drew an arc in the air. I held my breath and waited without blinking for the coin to fall back into my palm.

That’s when a cold gust of wind came and caught me off guard. With a shake of my hand, the coin slipped through my fingers. ***Changed some wording***

MC: !

Kiro clutched his stomach and laughed, but I could only watch the coin fall downstairs.

MC: Unexpectedly, there is such a thing as bad luck…

Hearing me sigh, he stopped laughing and looked at me seriously and tenderly.

Kiro: Maybe God thinks that this answer should not be revealed now.

Kiro: So, let us leave everything to the unknown tomorrow.

[Fissure]

The night is dark, like a deep ocean with turbulent undercurrents and unknown crises lurking within.

The old streets that no one cares about in the city form a narrow, unnamed area. Only a few dirty, industrial buildings stand here.

This is the Secret Research Institute of B.S.

I hurried out of the elevator, walked through the dark corridor, and opened one of the hidden doors.

I put the documents in my hand on the table and told the B.S. researchers who looked at each other.

MC: Help me find something.

MC: Without my permission, do not disclose it to anyone and do not tell anyone that I have been here.

MC: Including BOSS.

B.S. Researcher: But Miss Nox, this is not compliant—

MC: Don’t forget that I have the first level permission of B.S.

The winter seems to have sneaked into the city quietly and every narrow street has been immersed in the precipitous chill.

When I left this building, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The roof of the building in the distance seemed to glint with a hint of pure silver, almost melting into the moonlight.

I couldn’t help but look back, only to find that the streak of silver was gone.

A black shadow flashed in the night sky, and it quickly melted into the dark.

All the hustle and bustle in the city, the noise of people underneath.

As the cold wind passed by, he stared at the street where he lived alone in the night, holding his breath for the appearance of a figure.

??: Helios, it’s time for you to act.

Helios: I’m not doing things for you. You’re not qualified to order me.

The person on the opposite end sighed softly.

??: There has always been a big misunderstanding between us. In other words, between B.S. and GRAY RHINO.

??: I hope that our future cooperation can be built on the basis of mutual trust.

Helios: The assumption is that you don’t do unnecessary stupid things.

Helios: If you want to get something like that, just do as I say.

Helios cut off the call impatiently, and the man’s hypocritical voice made him feel very disgusted.

As far as he can see, a figure finally walks out of the building’s door.

He watched the figure until the girl disappeared into the night.

He pressed his lips, pulled the rope fixed to his waist, and jumped off the billboard.

The dark figure jumped vigorously, following the rope in his hand, simply and neatly, and quietly entered the building from the window.

??: Who are you!

Helios: Don’t move.

The researcher who had just picked up the gun was caught off guard against the man’s golden eyes, and suddenly his fingers on the trigger were unable to exert force.

The man played with the knife in his hand, walked to the table, and his eyes fell on the experimental report.

Helios: Did she only leave this thing?

B.S. Researcher: …..

Helios: Answer me.

The golden light flashed in the man’s eyes, and his raised voice was like an unsheathed coldness.

This invisible power. His vocal cord muscles contracted uncontrollably and a word was slowly squeezed out of his throat.

B.S. Researcher: ….Yes.

He finally remembered the identity of the man in front of him and the legends about him circulating in the organization.

B.S. Researcher: You, you are….

Before he could recall his name, the man had already turned around.

Under the dim light, he suddenly turned his head and the corner of his mouth formed into a mocking arc.

Helios: I command you all—

Helios: Forget everything that happened just now.

“The train will be arriving shortly, please stand behind the safety line and wait in an orderly manner…”

The first ray of morning light came into the platform. The boy remembered yesterday’s ordeal and subconsciously took a step back.

But soon, what the blond man had said, rang in his ears--

Kiro: Those who use past experiences to deny themselves are cowardly people.

Kiro: Don’t believe in the stories told by others, let alone the signs of the destiny you have altered.

These words shone like a beam of light into the abyss of his heart.

He made up his mind that no matter what the people in that organization say, he will not waver, let alone contact them again.

Thinking of this, he took a lively step forward.

He can do anything that makes him strong. Such as, submitting a transfer application form. Or give a severe beating to those who bullied him in the past.

And his Evol should be his booster, taking him to farther destinations, just like the train he is about to board.

The train stopped in front of the platform. The sound of running tracks overwhelmed the small sound of bullets in the air as well as the sound of the boy hitting the ground.

The gunpowder smoke from the muzzle quickly dissipated into the air like white mist from the breaths of pedestrians in winter.

The train doors opened and a few passengers stepped out of the carriage, yawning.

Soon, screams and chaotic footsteps filled the entire station.

The tall man standing at the top of the stairs grinned slightly, his smile fleeting. He put the gun into his sleeve and turned briskly to leave.

??: Mission completed.

The passengers panicked as messy, bloody foot-prints were left on the floor tiles.

??: The bait is ready and the fish should be hooked.

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