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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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Sunflower

Pairing: Lee Felix x gn! reader

Genre: angst, fluff; Hanahaki au, college au, non idol au, (mutual) pining

Warnings: language, tiny tiny spoilers & allusions to some of my other fics if you squint hard enough. Some elements of Seungmin x reader (platonic), passing out in school, idk what else really, i guess getting caught making out by a doctor?

Note: this does NOT portray Stray Kids’ true personalities. This is all purely FICTIONAL

(Page III)

Sunflower:

“Tall, cheery flowers that symbolizes

adoration, loyalty and longevity

These charming beauties are know for being the “happiest” flowers in the world.”

Lee Felix.

If anyone could describe the guy, they’d say he’s sweet, bubbly, cute, fun, laid back. The type of guy who’d treat you like you’re royalty, but won’t hesitate to scold you if necessary. The guy you’d rely on when you need a shoulder to cry on. The guy who’d go through the ends of the earth to make you happy. The guy who could light up a building with just his smile.

But to you. You would describe him as:

The stunningly beautiful man who sits beside you in class every single day whom you’ve had a crush on for the past two years, whose presence always makes your day when you see him and would kill to be the reason of his insanely cute smiles and want nothing more than for him to be yours and vise versa.

Okay, yeah, a little lengthy, but you get the jist.

You sighed, turning to face the window a table away from you. Outside, you can already see the field of flowers nearby the classroom (courtesy of the environmentalist club at your school). Looking at the sea of colorful beauties always made you feel at peace inside, especially the tall sunflowers that had its own little field that you absolutely adored.

“Hey, Y/n?”

Speaking of sunflowers.

You turned your head to look straight into Felix’s glimmering doe eyes. You felt your heartbeat race when he gave you an adorably tiny grin.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask, and your answer, by the way, will affect our friendship okay?” he trailed off, putting his phone down beside him. Your eyes widened at his choice of words. Is this it? This is it. OMG. THE Lee Felix is asking me out on a date! you thought giddily, already planning out your “date” in your head. “This is a question I’ve wanted to ask you for a while so,” Felix let out a little sigh, making your heart pound in anticipation, before continuing, “are you a pineapple pizza hater?”

...What?

Your shoulders were slumped in disappointment but was quickly replaced in confusion once you let your mind dwell on the question he asked you. “Huh? What? How does this affect our friendship?”

“Come on, just answer! I gotta know!”

You huffed out a small giggle, turning to face him even more. But before you could reply to his silliness, the bell rang.

“Oh! Wait, nevermind, looks like I gotta go now, Y,n,” he said as he packed his stuff into his bag. “I needa run home first then meet up with you and Seungmin later. I’ll see you then, yeah? Just answer my question later.”

“Uh...Yup! We’ll talk more later,” you said, starting to pack up your own things, “See you!”

“Bye bye!” Felix gave you a cute smile as he waved goodbye.

“I’m pathetic.”

You let out a despondent sigh, your body hunched over the coffee shop’s table while Seungmin quietly consoled you as he pitifully strokes your back.

“I mean, granted, you wouldn’t be so mopey if you, i don’t know, ask him out instead?” he said, not even looking up from his phone. You shot your head up to look at him in disbelief.

“And risk ruining my friendship with the greatest person who has ever lived? No thank you.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and finally looked at you. “Don’t be so dramatic, you big baby. It won’t be the end of the world if you rejects your offer.”

You snarled at him. “Maybe not YOUR world, mine, however, would literally be decimated into little particles of dust, Seungmin dear.” You smacked your forehead back down to the table after your little personal dramatic monologue.

He shook his head in disapproval, clicking his tongue. “Sheesh. Drama queen,” he muttered to himself.

“I heard that, you jerk.”

“Good. ‘Cause it’s true. You need to suck it up and ask the ‘love of your life’ out on a date or so help me, I will drive you both to the middle of nowhere so you can sort out your feelings for each other.”

You moved your head again to face him with a pout. “And you say I’m the drama queen.” Seungmin only huffed in annoyance.

“Do something about it, or I will, Y/n. I’m serious!”

“Okay! Okay!” you said defeatedly. “I’ll get to it. Don’t worry.”

“You better,” he said, sternly, pointing his finger at you like how a mother would scold their child. His next sentence, though, you couldn’t quite catch. “I’m sick and tired of counseling you both like love sick puppies.”

You sigh for the umpteenth time today, slumping on your chair. The dainty bell handing on the entrance jingled, indicating a new customer. From your right, you could hear a cute but deep giggle. Then felt warm hands on each of your shoulders

“Aww, why’s my little cutie so pouty now?”

You did a literal double take hearing Felix call you ‘cute’, face heating up as you looked up at him. Seungmin gave you both the look before composing himself.

“What took you so long, Lix?” Seungmin questioned the blond. Felix pulled out a chair beside you to sit.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said, rubbing his nape, “Had to help mum out with something. It’s nothing bad though, don’t worry about it.”

“Hmm. If you say so,” you replied, “Let’s just work on some assignments, yeah?”

Several hours later, it was starting to get dark, so the three of you called it a night. You all gathered up your things as you talked.

“Oh, by the way, I might not be able to meet up with you guys tomorrow,” Seungmin announced. “Might be busy. Just to let you know.”

Felix was the first to reply. “Mhmm, that’s fine. We’ll just see you at school.”

“Yup.”

The three of you left the coffee shop, giving each other a quick ‘goodbye’. You and Felix walk in the same direction while Seungmin goes the opposite way. The two of you walked in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company. You hummed a little tune amidst your walk home. You didn’t notice the adoring smile Felix was giving you.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he whispered. You glanced at him before turning your head down, feeling yourself get flustered.

“Thank you,” you responded, “you know, you have quite a beautiful voice too, Lix.”

Felix could feel the butterflies swarming in his stomach at your compliment. “No, no. It’s not the best, but thank you!”

You turned your head to face him again, a little shocked that he would doubt himself. “You serious? Dude, you have like this rich, deep ass voice when you talk but when you sing? It's like...”

Felix waited for you to find the right words to describe him.

“... I don’t really know how to describe it with just words but it's the best thing I’ve ever heard with my own ears! It’s like being blessed by god himself when I hear you. I could lose myself just listening to you sing.”

He was taken aback. Singing was something he was shy about, so hearing how much you love his own made his heart flutter. He smiled so widely, his eyes turned into little crescents.

“Thank you, Y/n,” Felix giggled. Hearing that, you felt yourself get embarrassed, realizing how you got a little carried away.

“You’re welcome.”

You didn’t even notice that you were already at your house. Dejectedly, you turned to bid Felix goodbye, even though you didn’t want to.

“Bye, Y/n! See you in our ‘date’ tomorrow!” he laughed half-jokingly. Only then did you realize that it was just going to be you and Felix tomorrow. You froze, a little panicked.

“Uh- yeah! See ya’!” you said hurriedly, making a beeline to the inside of your house. Once you made it to the door, you turned your body in a 60° angle to wave goodbye, to which he returned. You stumbled with your keys for a while before finally unlocking the door. You swear you could hear Felix chuckling at your blunder. You gave him an awkward smile before slamming the door shut.

You threw your bag onto the floor, sighing as you slid down the door. You held your forehead in embarrassment. “What is wrong with me?”

It was now after your last class for the day. You made your way to the coffee shop you, Seungmin, and Felixi usually go to do homework. You were beyond nervous. It was just going to be you and Felix, aka the love of your life, on a little table together for the next 3-4 hours.

Damn you, Seungmin, you cursed inwardly.

Speaking of Seungmin, you could see his figure two stores down from where you were supposed to meet up. You hurriedly jogged up to him to talk.

“Hey, Min! Kim Seungmin!”

He turned around at the sound of your voice.

“Hi, Y/n,” he greeted, “aren’t you supposed to be with Lix right now?”

“I’m on my way there now.” Looking at his hands, you noticed the small bouquet of Chrysanthemums in them. “Ooh...Who’s that for?” you asked like the nosy person you are.

Seungmin glanced down before looking at you a little awkwardly. “It’s, uhm, for my dead friend.”

You widen your eyes in shock. “Oh my gosh. I am so sorry!”

“No, no. It’s fine. You didn’t know. It’s okay, really!”

“I still feel bad though...”

“Hey. I told you, it’s okay. It’s no big deal.”

You hummed awkwardly, not knowing what to say other than apologizing. Somewhere in your mind, you really wanted to ask what happened to his friend, but decided not to in fear of offending him in any way. However, Seungmin seemed to read you. “Hey, Y/n, have you heard of the Hanahaki Disease?”

You looked in confusion. “Hantahapki? What’s that?”

“Hanahaki. It’s this disease you get from unrequited love that makes you cough a crap ton of flowers until you die.”

“Ohh man. That sounds terrible.”

“It is. That’s actually how my, uh, friend died.”

“Oh, Seungmin…”

Seeing your closest friend so upset made your heart ache. You stepped closer to him, being mindful of the bouquet, to give him a hug. Seungmin sighed in content, returning the hug. “Thanks. I need that,” he said quickly, burying his face to your shoulder.

“Of course, Min. You’re always there for me, let me return the favor, even if it’s just a hug.” You could feel Seungmin tightening his hold on you. He whispered a quiet “thank you” before letting go.

“Now go to your date with lover boy,” he said, smiling, “don’t keep him waiting. Nevermind me.”

You chuckled as well, waving goodbye. “Yeah, yeah. Bye, Seung!”

You walked a couple more steps til you arrived at your destination. Inside, you could already see Felix inside on his phone. You stepped inside, greeting the barista as you went in, walking to where Felix was. You dropped your bag in front of him, startling him a little.

“Hey,” you greeted with a smile.

“Hey,” He gave you a sweet smile.

You slid inside your side of the booth and got started on your work. For the first two hours, the two of you talked and talked. At one point, Felix mentioned the sunflowers that you both always see outside the window of your only shared class. Your eyes lit up.

“Oh my god. I LOVE them so much!” you gushed. “They’re so lovely and bright and tall too, like how the heck are they so tall? Honestly, how could you not love sunflowers!” Remembering a small little trivia about them, you beamed. “Did you know that sunflowers are known as the happiest flowers in the world? That’s why they’re the perfect gifts to give to friends!”

“Ohh really now?” Felix chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“Man, I have to thank my friend for convincing her club’s president to plant them! Seeing them everyday is, like, the one of the only reasons why I come to class everyday.”

He giggled at the dreamy look on your face. “I really like you, Y/n,” he said adoringly. “You should see how cute you look right now.”

Your heart swelled in delight. You were in such a shock, you didn’t know how to react. Your palms felt sweaty on your lap. However, your glee was shattered into a million pieces by his next sentence.

“I’m so glad to have you as a friend!” Felix adds.

A friend. What a terrible title it was.

Even though you were heartbroken to the core, you still didn’t show it on your face. Instead, you gave him the biggest, yet fakest, smile you could muster, ignoring the heaviness in your chest.

“I’m glad that we’re friends too, Felix,” you lied, voice nearly cracking at the word ‘friends’. Felix gave you a small smile before going back on his phone. In that moment, you really wished you didn’t see the familiar name that plagued his notifications. You could hear the keys on his phone clicking as he texted someone in the background, but that could be barely heard over the sound of your heart shattering.

If someone could hear your thoughts, they would say that you were being over dramatic, but you would beg to differ. Felix was the first guy you’ve ever had a crush on. Sure, you’ve found people attractive before, but no one has ever made your heart flutter the way this sweetheart of a man does. In the middle of your thoughts, Felix called out your name.

“Y/n? Hey, Y/n?”

“Hm, wha-?” you said, kind of in a daze.

“Sorry, I have to cut our session short. Something kinda came up.”

“Oh...Oh sorry. Uh, go ahead, I’ll just stay behind to work on a little more work.”

“You sure?” he looked at you worryingly. He tried reaching over to touch your hand, but you dodged it stealthily. Your hands swiftly went back to your laptop to type.

“Yeah. It’s okay. Go for it.”

His worried stare lingered a little longer than expected before he slowly packed his things. “Thanks,” he murmured. He slid out of his booth once he was finished, grabbing his phone on the table. “Bye, Y/n,” he said quietly with a strained smile, one you didn’t notice since you were trying your best to not look at him in fear of breaking down.

“Bye,” you said, flatly. You listened to his footsteps get quieter as he left the shop. Only when you heard the bell on the door jingle, indicating that he left, did you let out your emotions. You smacked your head onto the table and let your tears fall. Pathetic, so pathetic, you thought. You tried your best to cry silently, out of respect for the other customers in the shop and your dignity. It was a little embarrassing that you were crying in a public area, but you couldn’t bring yourself to be care about it.

The pressure in your chest was getting heavier and heavier. Thinking it was just a mere cough wanting to make its way out of your esophagus, you let yourself do so, angling your head away from the outside. The pressure, however, was heavier than you expected, so you continued hacking your lungs out. Forcing yourself to stop, you slowly lifted your head to drink your water to relieve your now sore throat. Through blurry eyes, you could see several yellow petals underneath you.

Are those...sunflower petals? you panicked, seeing how there weren’t any sunflowers, real or fake, in the coffee shop. Your eyes widened when you remembered your conversation with Seungmin a few hours ago.

Shit…

“What do you mean you got the Hanahaki Disease?!” Seungmin exclaimed. He stared with eyes so wide, you were afraid that they might pop out of his sockets. You almost wanted to laugh hearing him so surprised if the situation wasn’t so grim. You fiddled with your fingers, nervous to meet your other friend’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked to see Seungmin’s horrified expression.

“I-I don’t know how! It just- I just started coughing out sunflower petals after he told me how happy he was that we are friends!”

Seungmin’s look of shock instantly changed into one of pity. “Oh...So he rejected you, huh?”

You nodded slowly, mumbling, “Yeah. Indirectly...” Seungmin hummed sadly, scooting closer to you to side hug you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he murmured, rubbing your arm. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, pouting. “But, maybe you still have a chance? You did say indirectly so maybe he still doesn’t know that you like him and might change his answer.”

“Yeah, sure. As if the sunflower petals coming out of my mouth isn’t a clear indication of Felix not returning my feelings isn’t obvious enough.”

“Hey! Anything could happen!”

“I guess...I just...I don’t know. I can’t really think straight right now,” you groaned, moving your head from Seungmin’s shoulder to his lap. He leans back onto the couch, relaxing his back against his couch.

“I told you, Y/n. Anything could happen. It won’t hurt to try, right?” he said, patting your head.

“I guess,” you pouted, sighing as you closed your eyes to relax. “Love sucks, doesn’t it, Min?”

Seungmin laughed through his nose, a tiny grin playing on his lips. “I wouldn’t say it sucks, per say, but yeah. It’s hard, isn’t it?”

“Sometimes I wish that I can’t love anymore, you know? So I don’t have to go through the pain of heartbreak ever again,” you paused before continuing. “I’ve done a little research before you came but, it said that I can actually achieve that if I surgically remove the disease from me.”

The room stayed quiet for a while before you continued. “Maybe... I should do it.” Even through closed eyes, you could tell Seungmin was taken aback by your words. He stopped rubbing your head, his whole body stiff. “Min?” you whispered, opening your eyes to see the look of disappointment on his face.

“Don’t say that, Y/n. Ever,” he sighed as he sat up on the couch, urging you to sit up too. “I know you’re hurting. Trust me. I’ve been through it too. But this isn’t something you should decide on the whim.”

He grabbed your shoulders, a little tighter than anticipated. “Talk to Lix first before you make your final decision. Don’t make this one of the things that you’ll end up regretting.”

You look down, biting your lip to control the frown that was threatening to show. You knew, deep down, that he said this as your friend; as someone who wants the best for you, but your emotionally unstable mind warped it to say otherwise. You rolled your eyes, clicking your tongue. “What do you know? You’ve never been in love before.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened. He was upset that you’d say such a thing to him. Being the rational person he is, he knew that you just said that out of despair, but it still hurt him nonetheless. He let go of your shoulders, moving them to his lap instead. Looking up to see his sad face was the exact moment you realized you messed up.

“Min, I-”

He cut you off by standing up, brushing off your hand that was about to touch his arm. Silently, he walked out of the living room, grabbing his coat.

You felt a wave of panic within your body. “Hey, Seungmin! I’m sorry! I didn’t-”

“You didn’t mean it, I know, Y/n,” he replied coldly, his back still facing you. “I know you’re just upset right now, and I forgive you for that.”

Seungmin sighed, turning only his face to look at you. “But that doesn’t give you any right to be rude to me, to any one, actually. I just wanted you to think about it more. As someone who has experience.”

Your shoulders slumped, only realizing now the real reason why he was so hurt by you. “I’m...so sorry, Seungmin. I forgot. I- That was insensitive of me. I really didn’t…”

He finally turned his whole body around, the weak smile he was giving you fed your guilt even more. “I told you, I forgive you, Y/n.” Without another word, he opened your front door to let himself out. He tells you one last thing before shutting the door. “Just promise me that you’ll talk to him before you do anything stupid, okay?”

You slumped further into the couch in shame. You couldn't bring yourself to cry like you wanted to, the day being emotionally draining for you to handle. “I promise,” you whisper to yourself. You closed your eyes, opting to fall asleep on the couch for tonight.

You rubbed your hands together as you walked aimlessly on the streets. After locking yourself in your dark house the whole day, you went out into the busy, afternoon streets to treat yourself. You were feeling a bit cranky seeing how you haven’t eaten anything yet, but not knowing what you wanted to eat. You let yourself wander a little more until you remembered something Felix had mentioned to you yesterday.

“There’s a new café that opened just last week. We should go there together soon!”

You walk into the direction of the café, wanting a “preview” of the food there. Arriving there, you note the pastel colors painted the walls, instead of the boring browns and greys most cafés are. You peeked through the window, debating whether you should wait for the other two boys or not. Looking around, you note a familiar mop of blond strands hunched over another figure on the other side of the shop.

Your heart dropped when you recognized the yellow sweater he was wearing, the same sweater you bought him for his birthday last year. Your eyes weren’t deceiving you, it really was Felix and his “best friend” in there, shamelessly hugging each other. You wanted to run away, you thought that they were too intimate to be just friends at this point. However, Seungmin’s advice haunted you from running. Now, you were determined to ask them what their stance in their relationship is and to confess to Felix this instance.

If only it was that easy for you. You stopped once you saw Felix turn his head to kiss the top of their head. Tears filled your eyes. No longer did you need to ask, it was already obvious to you. They’re together.

You turned around and walked, borderline running, away from the café. Not feeling the need to eat anymore, you ran all the way home. Once in a while, you stopped to rid yourself of the damned petals invading your lungs. If only you paid attention enough to notice the red petals that surrounded the two.

You slumped yourself against your door, once you arrived home. Everything around you looked...blurry. You couldn’t focus anymore. The only thing you can see are the bright yellow sunflower petals scattered around your floor. You clicked your tongue, shaking and laughing at the irony. The flower that you once adored and cherished is now the bane of your existence. You hopelessly kicked the petals away from you, your anger bubbling even more when they flew back to you.

Groaning, you stood up to mope on your couch instead, face planting the moment your knees hit the arm of it. You let yourself wallow in despair for almost 10 mins before remembering about the tap that was still open on your laptop. Scrambling to get up, you nearly tripped yourself on your way to your room. You opened your laptop and clicked on the tab labeled ‘The Onesided Love Syndrome’. You reread the information on the website.

“The Hanahaki disease is a rare, deadly illness born from unrequited love. When contracted, first, the infected’s throat will begin to fill up with flowers. Then, they will proceed to cough up, or even emesis, the petals. Eventually, their lungs will fill up with the fully bloomed flowers and will suffocate, ultimately leading to their demise,” you read out loud, feeling yourself get anxious. “It can only be cured in two ways. Patient must surgically remove the flower from their lungs, which will result in the patient losing all (romantic) feelings of love altogether. Patient’s love must be returned romantically...otherwise it will result in...death.”

You stayed silent. You were contemplating if you should do the procedure. You didn’t want to die but you knew that there was no other option. Felix was a taken man, and you had to accept that. However, your mind keeps going back to Seungmin and his saddened face. You turned your head to look at your phone, the screen lighting up to reveal a picture of you, Seungmin, and Felix.

You were smiling wide with your teeth showing in the picture while Seungmin had a small, dorky smile on his face. Your eyes lingered in Felix’s face. He was smiling with his teeth as well. Only he looked cuter than you with his freckles decorating his delicate face. The ambiance of the picture felt so warm as opposed to the cold, lonely room you were in. You hunched yourself over your bed to cough out the petals.

You grimaced with teary eyes, hating how it felt like you were throwing up. You got up, purposely stepping on the sunflower petals, to get a cup of water. I’ll wait. I’ll wait to make the right decision.

You have successfully avoided Felix for the past week. It’s been 5 days since you’ve seen Felix and his lover in the café. 5 days since you’ve talked to Felix. Your chest hurt, yeah, every time you avoided him, but your chest would hurt even more if you actually did interact with him.

You walked past your next class, the class that you and Felix shared. You only had that class for 2 days of the week, so you didn’t feel bad skipping it. Not like I liked that class anyways. You were already 2 classes away when you heard your name being called.

“Y/n!”

You walked faster, your heart pounding when you recognized the voice. “Y/n! Hey!” Holding your bag closer to you, you started sprinting down the hall, getting weird looks from the people you passed. Seemed like Felix wasn’t going to let you out easy, he started chasing after you. You tried running faster when his voice started becoming louder.

Felix, being the surprisingly athletic man he is, easily caught up to you, firmly but gently gripping your shoulder. “Y/n! I’ve been wanting to talk to you!” he panted harshly. You were out of breath too, but tried your best to refrain yourself from gasping for air, in fear of triggering the disease. You stayed quiet, not making eye contact with him.

“So, what’s up, Y/n? Why have you been avoiding me?”

Shock ran throughout your body, not expecting him to cut to the chase so fast. You made a little glance at him to see the sad expression on his face. You quickly looked away before he could catch you.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? What’s happening to you?”

You hate it. You hate how caring he is. You hate the worried look on his face. You hate the way he holds you so gently. And you especially hate the way your heart flutters at the way he’s basically telling you that he misses you. You mustered up the strength to look at him in the eyes. “Nothing,” you said coldly, surprising both Felix and yourself.

“Nothing, huh? Then what’s up with you avoiding me then?” Felix asked with a stern tone. He stared at you with a soft but sad look, making you feel guilty for hurting him like this.

You murmured, “I told you it’s nothing, Felix. Just- leave me alone.”

Felix was surprised by your loftiness. He, however, chose to ignore it. “Fine. Don’t tell me what’s wrong. But at least tell me what’s up with you and Seungmin!”

“What about me and Seungmin?”

“You’re avoiding him too! And he looks like he doesn’t wanna see you either. What’s wrong, Y/n? You know you can trust me, right?” Felix moved his hand from your shoulder to your cheek. He caressed with his thumb while he muttered, “I care about you.”

Your face grew warm from the sudden intimacy. His face was unnecessarily close to yours, his warm breath fanning against your lips. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, it made your head dizzy. You wanted to kick yourself for leaning into his touch. You were so caught up in the moment that you couldn't bring yourself to push him away when his face leaned closer to yours. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Felix’s phone rang. Using the opportunity, you immediately pushed him away, missing the flash of pain on his face.

Slowly, he answered. Hearing him say the name you last wanted to hear, you could feel the sunflower petals making their way up your throat. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Felix’s face grow panicked. He then started calling out their name with such urgency that it made you feel a little panicked as well. Felix hung up then turned to you with a scared face. Even if you were jealous and annoyed that your moment was interrupted, that was still someone who was dear to Felix’s heart; someone who needed Felix.

“Go,” you said gently, “They need you. You care about them too, right?”

Without another word, Felix nodded, turning to run out of the school as fast as he could. Your heart ached the smaller his figure became. No longer could you contain the petals from spewing out of your mouth. You covered your mouth and coughed harder than you expected. Unlike the past few days, this couch was stronger. This time, you felt like you couldn’t stop. You coughed and coughed, grabbing the attention of a few people.

You felt lightheaded. You had a feeling that you would pass out. Right as your vision turned blurred, you could feel someone place their hands on your back and chest. “Y/n?! Y/n! Hang in there!”

“Seung...min?”

“Y/n!”

You opened your eyes, feeling heavy. Your body ached, it was like you fell from the top of a 80 story building. Feeling something, or someone, holding your hand, you turned your head to see Seungmin resting half of his body on your bed.

Wait.

This isn't my bed? You slowly sat up and looked around. Seeing the white walls, suspended tv, and the heart monitor by your side, you confirmed that you were in the hospital. Looks like Seungmin took me here.

You felt Seungmin grip your hand tighter, stirring a bit before sitting up. His eyes met yours. “Hi,” he said quietly, squeezing your hand again.

“Hi,” you whispered back.

“You feeling okay?”

“Yeah but...I didn’t...You didn’t make me-”

Seungmin knew what you were trying to ask, like usual. “No. I didn’t. I wanted you to make the decision yourself.” You sighed in relief, falling back onto the comfort of the hospital bed. You stared up at the white ceiling as Seungmin stared at you.

“The doctor scanned you while you were unconscious,” he said.

“Yeah? What did he say?”

“He diagnosed you; said you had the disease for about a week now, which I told him that we already knew.”

You hummed, acknowledging that you were listening.

“Then he told me-“ Seungmin hesitated, trying to find the right words to use.

You sat up again, staring him down. “He told you, what?”

He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry but, you only have about a month left to live.”

“Wh-Wha? Huh?” you were scared. Only one month? “But I thought- I thought I’d have a little more time than that! One month only? How-?”

“It’s an unpredictable disease, Y/n. I know it’s only a short time left, but I still wanted you to talk to Lix first before you do it.”

You bit your lip to stop yourself from tearing up. “I kinda talked to him already- he’s kinda the reason why my petals went haywire. There’s nothing to talk about anymore, Min.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Besides. He needed to go to- you know. I didn’t wanna stop him from going, it sounded urgent.”

“Oh!” Seungmin gasped, “Luckily you said that! Felix is actually here.”

“...What?”

“Yup! Apparently they have the Hanahaki Disease too and their petals went haywire, like yours did. They just finished the surgery not that long ago!”

“Hanahaki…? But, how? I thought that they were together?”

“That’s why I keep telling you to talk to him,” he said, placing his free hand on your knee. “I’ll call him?”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice. Seungmin let’s go and stands up. “I’ll be fast.” He jogged out of the room, leaving you alone with your confused heart.

About 10 minutes later, there was a knock. You looked up to see a tear-stained face Felix and a breathless Seungmin at the entrance. “I’ll leave you guys now,” Seungmin announced, patting Felix’s shoulder and muttering a good luck to both of you.

Felix cautiously walked inside, his eyes on the floor. He wordlessly sat on the chair Seungmin sat on. The two of you stayed quiet, not having the guts to look at each other.

“So, you too, huh?” Felix’s voice rang out. You turned to find him already staring at you. Different kinds of embarrassment flooded your mind.

“What? About me liking you too or about the Hanahaki thing?”

His face looked confused at the first thing you said. “Uh, both?” he said with uncertainty. “Wait. ‘Too’ as in, you knew I liked you, or-?”

“You like me...too?” Now you were confused as well. “Wait wait wait. Start over.”

“I meant, you had the Hanahaki disease too?”

“Yeah...Yeah I did. I mean, I still do. Seungmin didn’t want me to undergo the surgery just yet. He kept telling me that he didn’t want me to regret anything.”

Felix chuckled weakly. “Yup. That’s Seungmin, alright,” he sighed. “Looks like you guys are good now.”

“Yeah.” Another wave of silence took over the room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered again. You looked at the boy that was hunched over in his chair. His hands were stiffly laid on his lap, but it looked like he wanted to hold your hands instead. So you did. You grabbed his hands, cupping them into your own. His eyes widened.

“I was scared,” you confessed with determination. “I didn’t know if I was ready to get hurt. I didn’t want to get hurt. So, I just stayed quiet all this time.”

You looked into his eyes with the same amount of passion he had in his. “But then I saw you hanging out with that best friend of yours more often and- and I got jealous. I feel bad, you should be about to hang out with whoever you want, especially with them! I shouldn’t have been jealous but there's no helping it, I guess. God, I even thought that you two were freaking dating! I was- I...“

You sighed, getting overwhelmed. You took another deep breath before continuing. getting straight to the point, you said, loud and proud, “I love you, Felix.”

Felix’s face turned red. His mouth literally dropped open.

“I love you so, so much, Felix Lee. This all happened because I love you so much, and I was just being selfish because I didn’t want to lose you...I guess I just ended up hurting a lot of people, not just myself.”

He dwelled in your confession. Felix was ecstatic to hear this! He stayed silent, still in overjoyed shock, which you misread.

“If you don’t reciprocate, it’s fine. I just wanted to tell you before I do the surgery.”

All of a sudden, Felix shot out of his chair, making it tip over, and kissed you, which greatly surprised you. His small hands cupped your face with such care, you almost wanted to cry. You kissed him back, moving your hands over his. With that one kiss, you could feel all the weight on your shoulders, and in your chest, disappear. Felix was the first to pull away, leaning his forehead against yours.

“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Hm?” you mumbled breathlessly. “Why don’t you do it again? You know I’ve been waiting for this too.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, this one more intense than the last one. This kiss was more desperate, like you both were scared that this was a dream. Before anything could get heated, the sound of a knock and someone clearing out their throat interrupted you two.

“Sorry to interrupt you kids, but I have a patient to examine?” The two of you frantically moved away from each other, flustered. You both muttered quick sorry’s to the doctor. The doctor walked closer to you, holding some documents and a weird device that looked like a fetoscope in his hands.

“You’re L/n, Y/n, I presume?”

“Yes, sir,” you confirmed, still embarrassed from getting caught making out with Felix. The said boy rocked on his feet, his arms were comically stiff in front of him.

“Your friend, Kim, should’ve told you what I told him. Now that you’re awake, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to go through a procedure to remove the flower in your lungs. However, I’m guessing that that might not be necessary, anymore, hm?”

You and Felix grew hot. The both of you avoided eye contact with one another. The doctor only laughed at your awkwardness.

“It’s fine. No need to be embarrassed, youngins’,” he laughed, “This is way better than dying or living your life without love.”

You giggled stiffly, mustering the courage to look at Felix. “Yes, sir. You’re right,” you breathed out with a smile.

The Doctor hummed. “Well, judging by the little scene you’ve created, I think that you have already cured yourself from the disease,” he said, putting his documents down on the bedside table. “but just in case, please allow me to scan your chest to confirm.”

Hesitantly, you pulled down your shirt, revealing your chest. Felix, out of shyness, turned away from you with a red face. You had to resist the urge to laugh at his adorable-ness. The doctor gave you a lubricant to rub on your chest and held the device against it. He maneuvered it around your chest, observing the screen in his other hand.

“Well then, Y/n. Looks like you’re lucky! The petals have completely disappeared. You are now cured from Hanahaki!”

You smiled widely, looking at Felix, who returned your smile. The doctor excused himself out of the room, leaving you both alone.

“Congratulations, love. You now get to live a long life with your boyfriend!” Felix cheered. Your face burned at the title he had given himself.

“I love you,” you said happily.

“I love you too.” He steps closer to you to kiss you again when another knock interrupted you again. You laughed hearing the quiet “shit” that came out of Felix’s mouth. You both turned to see Seungmin standing there with a smug smile.

“I told you so,” he said proudly. You rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Thanks, Seungmin the wise,” you sarcastically said. The three of you laughed, happy that the bond between the three of you was now stronger than ever.

“Hey wait, you still haven’t answer my question, Y/n! Do you like pineapple pizza or not?”

(Case #XX2-

Name: Y/n L/n

Patient: Cured; discharged at XX,XX,XXX at XX:XX)

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the-darklings · 3 years

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*kicks down your door* Can I get a whole alphabet with the psycho husband please?? (Not the sandy one thanks) 🤡

asking for lucien & trash-talking the elder? iconic behaviour. so this is for npfh!lucien/reader but the inbox still open for other characters/ships (or combos)

ADORABLE (what do they find especially endearing?)

endearing isn't a word often associated with Lucien but if there's one thing he might later down the line find somewhat amusing and kinda cute it's the willingness to oppose him, especially in a physical sense. there's little chance to win against him but deep down he might find that willingness to not back down cute/admirable, even if it's likely to come out as sardonic on his part

BARGAIN (how do they get their way?)

well, he's good at getting his way, lets just say that. towards others he's usually downright menacing but Lucien has a presence that's frightening on a good day, much less if he's actually angry. in a relationship he's def more maniable but not by much. usually if he sees something has to go one way, he's stuck in that mindset for a while, he's too individualistic for anything else which can def cause arguments/disagreements

COMMUNICATE (what is their love language?)

physical touch is a big one for him. because he allows very few lay hands on him after the kind of life he's had, so him taking pleasure from your touch is the biggest and surest way to know he cares and wants you. be it a gentle touch (rare but possible) or meaner more rough handling (careful enough not to hurt but only just), it's his secondary language of communication since he's not the talkative one especially about feelings

DEVOTED (how do they show they're serious?)

you know. just... trust me, you really know. Lucien makes no exceptions for anyone (except clara/v) so if you're his person the mere way he looks at you is different, the air around you for him is different. a massive cat that hates everyone else purring in your lap energy. there's also the fact that he actually seeks you out while he usually very much prefers to be completely alone.

ENCHANTED (what first caught their eye?)

it's unlikely the first impression was a positive either from his side or yours, or both. he doesn't really see or take note of others often. people are more background noise for him after being locked up for so long so he's still learning in that regard. but one thing you would def need with Lucien is perseverance and patience, so that dedication not to give up on him despite the prickly edges is likely the first thing he would take note of. physically you can be as beautiful as you want, he won't care about that. lust for him is nothing more than an itch. you could try and wear him down and get him to fuck you but don't expect it to mean anything to him or for him to come back for seconds, he doesn't operate that way.

FLIRTY (how do they flirt?)

his flirting is honestly more sly, mean-edged wordplay. he's not the flirty type to begin with so don't expect anything flustering (unless you're more into the rough-spoken/meaner wordplay) but you being clingy after he returns from a long period away would certainly prompt a few comments.

GENTLE (how do they provide comfort?)

again, not particularly amazing with words, and even worse with comfort. he's not the mopey type and will not sit around handing you tissues. if someone hurt you? they're dead, simple as. but if it's being upset by some outside factor, he would likely have a hard time wrapping his mind around it (more so a consequence of his lifestyle/upbringing) so the more likely course of action would be a distraction. whether this is physical or activity-based is up to you.

HOT (what is their favourite look on their partner?)

something easy for him to rip off your body, also enjoys you naked in nothing but his shirts. he's really tall (like the man is 6.1 1/5) so anything of his usually hangs down to your tighs. he also likes the easy access : )

INTIMATE (what kind of date do they like?)

he's not really the dating type. spending time together in silence or murmurs of quiet conversation is usually as close you come to a date. sometimes, if needed for a job for the pit, you might tag along if he needs to go pay a visit at a club etc. then maybe some dancing. he's not half bad at it, either. but he def enjoys watching you if you dance, his eyes are unlikely to slip away once.

JEALOUS (how jealous are they? how do they show it?)

oh, he gets jealous alright. if you're the exception, you're the exception. he won't share you with anyone except clara but that's a topic for another time. he's not about to go alpha male type but the air around him is chilling. he trusts you (if you managed to wear him down enough to be with him, he knows you're not some flimsy wet wipe who's easily swayed) but the other party can def get into trouble. also most certainly expect some rough sex that evening, he's far greedier but equally so more attentive.

KARMA (how do they apologize?)

he has a hard time apologising. not because he can't accept the fact that he's done something wrong/is prideful but mainly because things people do get upset about often seem so trivial to him. again, more so a byproduct of the life he's had opposed to any actual unwillingness to say sorry. actual words would likely only leave his lips if something major has happened.

LUST (favourite thing about their partner?)

willingness to stick by him because he knows full well he's not the easiest crayon in the box to colour your life with. physically, likely laugh and durability : )

MEMORY (what's their favourite memory together?)

likely the first kiss but for different reasons. for you, it's a victory and confirmation you're feelings are not once sided after a sizable struggle to get closer to him while for him it's likely the first time in years he's felt a physical draw that goes beyond just wanting to scratch an itch. also, first person besides clara he felt anything other than indifference or hatred towards. the memory itself is a searing thing infused with passion so it's certainly one to remember.

NORMAL (what does a normal day look like for them?)

there's no such thing as "normal" with him. Lucien isn't around often (at least not initially or for a while) so time together is savoured. Lucien tends to wake up early (he doesn't sleep much in general) and does long morning workouts to burn off the edge of violence constantly swimming in his blood. the most likely way to wake up in the mornings if he's around is to feel his mouth and hand on your or hear the shower start. he's not opposed to you joining him.

OBVIOUS (how do they show they're together?)

while Lucien is not the most PDA-friendly person, he would eventually get used to someone's presence at his side and, as such, not move away from any physical touch outright. nor does he mind - and even prefers - to touch you occasionally in public. these displays are usually only limited to when you're home at the pit of vipers, however, as there's still safety and prying eyes to consider.

PEACE (how do they relax together?)

usually in his room, regardless of the actual activity. Lucien enjoys fresh air though (old lingering unease about being trapped between walls) so expect to spend a fair amount of time upon the Pit of Viper's roof terrace and surrounded by clara's plants, flowers and herbs. there's bustling sounds of the city around you but it's like a small corner of paradise that's almost kissing the skyline.

QUIET (what can they do together without talking?)

Lucien enjoys training a fair amount to help himself focus and burn energy off, so he would be happy for you to join in or simply watch. in the same vein, he doesn't enjoy silences (despite not being very talkative himself) so he does listen to a fair amount of music; anything to fill the quiet. he would be happy to try some of your hobbies eventually too, as long as they're not too irritating.

ROMANTIC (what kind of gifts do they give?)

once more not typical boyfriend material where you can be expected to be pampered and showered with gifts. presents from lucien are few and far in between (and pretty much non-existent during initial paces of relationship) he doesn't believe loyalty can be expressed in presence, and loyalty is higher for him on the scale than love. that being said, eventually, you can def expect one or two things down the line. they're more like to be meaningful and have meaning. likely a show that though he's not the most chatty-cat out there, he always listens and nothing escapes his notice, especially when it's you.

SLEEP (how do they sleep together?)

with you likely tucked under his chin or his arm an iron band around your waist holding you to him. this does take a while to fully bloom into effect though since initially he can be a bit callous in this regard.

THOUGHTFUL (what small things do they do for each other?)

the big one Lucien appreciates more than most is the ability to recognise when he needs space because his mindset is in a dark place. for you, it's the smaller things like finding covers pulled up over your naked body although the other side of the bed is long since cool. or how despite you both knowing he needs to leave, the ever-building sense that he lingers for as long as he can each time, as if some part of him isn't happy to be leaving as it once was.

UNITY (what would their wedding be like?)

not the marrying type. just straight up. again believes loyalty is expressed in a different sense and his devotion is concrete, so he sees little reason to attach any labels or papers on what you have.

VIBRANT (what always makes them smile?)

very little does. with what he's been through his smiles are elusive and incredibly hard to come back (unless they're more insincere/sarcastic things because then they're more common) but way down the line there might be few instances when you feel his mouth stretching against one side of your head if you rush to greet him after one of his returns. they're private and tucked away from anyone's eyes, however.

WHISPER (what pet names and compliments do they use?)

"pretty girl" : )

XOXO (how do they kiss?)

except bruising and hard, very intense. lip bites. few chances to draw breath because he's on you at once. he very much enjoys it if its intensity returned. scratch those nails down his neck, rip at his hair - he welcomes all of it.

YEARN (what do they do when they're apart?)

you likely have plenty to do around the Pit even if not officially one of the Vipers, and he's away making sure no enemies can blindside the Pit which more often than not means murder. minds mutually wonder towards each other often though.

ZOOM (what's their favourite picture together?)

most likely a picture either Step or Noah managed to grab of you together in a little Pit gathering/dinner. Lucien is likely facing away from the camera, unimpressed by whatever is happening, and you're caught mid-laugh. casual at first glance until you look closer and note how you're leaning into him and his head is lowered towards you, his arm half curled around you.

#oc x reader #oc character hdcs #oc writing #ahh he #c: lucien #v: npfh #asks #eileen

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vannahfanfics · 3 years

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Net of Hopes

Category: Angst

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts

Characters: Kairi, Sora

Hey, hey, everyone! I’m back at it again for @sokaiweek, this time for the Day 6 Prompt, “Celebration”! I decided to combine it with a prompt I didn’t use from last year, “Tanabata,” because who doesn’t love the Tanabata Festival? I hope you all enjoy it!

A cool breeze rolled in from the sea, chilling the muggy, warm July air as it whisked through the streets. The wind ruffled the hem of Kairi’s pink, rose-patterned yukata as she stepped outside, and when it leaped up to frisk at her auburn strands of hair with nimble fingers, she tucked her long tresses behind her ears to keep it from getting in her face. After saying farewell to her parents, Kairi closed the door behind her and paused to cast her gaze to the sky, where the heavenly river of the Milky Way shone in all its glittering brilliance. Tanabata was meant to celebrate the star-crossed love of Hikoboshi and Orihime, who met once a year on the shores of the heavenly river.

I wonder when our “one day” will be, Sora, she thought, a mournful smile tugging at her lips. She felt like Orihime, trapped upon the shore reaching out with all her might to her beloved but unable to touch his outstretched fingertips. He was somewhere out there, wandering the shores of other worlds like a ghost, and she hoped that someday he would find his way back to hers.

The toami nets hanging from the eaves above Kairi’s head rustled in the endless breeze, beseeching the salt spray for a good fishing harvest in the coming year. As an oceanic community, much of the commerce depended on the sea’s bounties, so the little basket-like paper creations littered the buildings during Tanabata. Smiling wanly, Kairi reached up to brush her fingertips over the blue paper structure. Maybe she should cast a net of hopes this year, and pray that she reeled in the boy she’d been missing oh-so-sorely.

Kairi closed her eyes as she breathed in deep, and the salt tickled her nose. Its tangy scent and taste reinvigorated her a bit, and when she opened her eyes again, she was feeling a little less mopey. I promised that I would wait for you, however long it takes, she reminded herself. I can’t be impatient.

With that promise in hand, Kairi set off for the shrine.

The buildings were littered with colorful paper creations all swaying in the endless breeze. Strings of paper cranes entreated longevity and a fulfilling life. Kuzukago baskets wished for a sense of tidiness and thrift, the discarding of waste. Kinchaku purses had been strung by those imploring wealth, not only for the wallet but for the mind. Everyone had something to wish for, something to petition to the gods above— and they were all filing toward the shrine, dressed in their best yukatas and bringing their hopes with them.

Kairi merged with the river of hopes, where she shuffled along under the care of the breeze and the paper crafts swaying within.

The shrine was tucked away against some tall cliffs, a semicircular arrangement of rocky walls facing the sea. Thick groves of bamboo lined the sand pathway all the way up to the shrine and surrounded it like a crown of green. On the path, vendors had set up shop, advertising various wares and foods. Though not particularly hungry, Kairi found herself sitting on the stool in front of the takoyaki vendor’s counter, watching the balls of batter fry in the pans and enjoying the scent of octopus and chives wafting around her.

Takoyaki has always been your favorite, right, Sora? She giggled to herself as a memory surfaced, the image of him with his cheeks stuffed full of octopus balls and sauce dripping from his lips. They’d sit at the takoyaki booth for nearly an hour as he ate plate after plate, conversing amicably with the vendor and praising his cooking.

Strangely, the vendor didn’t ask about him, just handed her the plate of takoyaki with a friendly smile. She ate them in silence, and though they were exceptionally delicious as always, they just didn’t taste quite as good without Sora’s comically stuffed cheeks and hums of delight.

After finishing her takoyaki, Kairi bid the vendor a good night. It had done her well to sit and eat a while, as the crowd around the shrine had thinned some. She waited patiently in line until she arrived at a small wooden table set up beside the shrine, where colorful strips of tanzaku paper and black markers rested. She picked a blue one and shuffled off to the side to write her wish. Yet, as she set the marker to the paper, her mind went blank; the dark ink spread in a circle underneath the tip, but she could form no words.

What did she want to wish for? Honestly, a thousand different things. She wanted to wish for him to come home. She wanted to wish for him to be safe. She wanted to wish for him to be strong. Tears blurred her blue eyes as emotion welled up inside of her, and she hastily wiped them away with the sleeve of her yukata. Now was not the time to cry.

She had promised that she would wait, no matter how long it took, and she couldn’t resent that promise. That promise was her gift to him, a gift to get him through the hard times.

Kairi took a deep breath and looked down at the paper. Then, she simply wrote, Wishing you well.

Smiling, she capped the marker and then grabbed some string, looping it through the little hole punched in the top of the tanzaku. She carefully strung it from the bamboo among the thousands of other wishes, filling the green fronds with a rainbow of vibrant pleas to the heavens. A net of hopes, rustling in the sea breeze.

Though most didn’t stay until midnight, Kairi did. She meandered around the festival, playing the various games and visiting the different food and merchant booths. She bought herself a pretty hairpin that matched her yukata, a rose with pretty pink strings of beads that blended well into her auburn locks. She went back to the takoyaki booth because honestly, he really did have the best food. She played a goldfish-scooping game, and though she didn’t win, she really just liked seeing the pretty golden-red fish swim around in the plastic tub.

Finally, the time neared midnight. The remaining festival attendees gathered in front of the shrine. The tanzaku had been stripped from the bamboo stalks and piled into a small pit, where a festival moderator waited with a lighter. As the clock struck twelve, they all started up in song:

“The bamboo leaves rustle, shaking away in the eaves.

The stars twinkle on the gold and silver grains of sand.

The five-color paper strips I have written.

The stars twinkle, they watch us from heaven.”

With a flick of the lighter and a spark of fire, the tanzaku were ablaze. The flames jumped high, little sparkling embers fluttering around before dying with one last orange spark. The paper strips curled up and turned black as they burned, and the smoke rose above their heads, swirling up slowly toward the stars. Kairi watched the gray-white wisps with a hopeful smile.

She cast her net of hopes, burned her wish with the faith that the gods heard her prayer. And here she would wait with the knowledge that her wish would spread through the stars across worlds and reach Sora.

I’m wishing you well while I wait for you, Sora. But don’t keep me waiting too long, okay? Next year, I want to make my wish with you.

Enjoy this oneshot? Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

#sokai #sokaiweek #sokaiweek2021 #sora x kairi #kairi x sora #kingdom hearts

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letsbenditlikebennett · 3 years

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Picnic Crashing || Ariana & Orion

TIMING: During the Sweet Dreams POTW PARTIES: @3starsquinn & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: A mopey Ariana and Orion have a picnic. It’s crashed, quite literally.

There was a good chance that Ariana had packed entirely too much food in her picnic basket for just her and Rio to eat, but she was happy with the assortment. Plus, with all the baking Athena did and pies Kaden was sending on pretty much a weekly basis, she had a lot of treats to share. While she was still largely struggling with what her role was supposed to be and if her efforts to help were at all worth anything, she was looking forward to some quality time with Rio. There was no hiding that the Quinn twins were among her favorite people in town. More like family at this point, really, even if they were still figuring out their relationship to each other. She had a nice blanket laid out in the common and her picnic basket holding it down. When Rio approached, she put on the warmest grin she could manage and said, “Hey, I hope you’re hungry because I brought a ton of food.” She patted the spot on the blanket beside her and asked, “How’s everything been? I feel like it’s been forever.”

Backpack stuffed completely full, Orion made his way across the grass, making a beeline towards the figure off in the distance he assumed was Ariana. He hadn’t really done picnics before. He didn’t know what to bring. Plus, it wasn’t like he kept the kitchen full stocked with food. The kitchen in Skylar and Nic’s house was almost comically large compared to the amount of food that Rio kept stored in it’s cabinets. He was in way over his head in that giant house, but ironically it was cheaper living there then it would be to get a smaller place. Perks of whatever rich person had apparently bought it for them. Instead, he had stuffed his bag with some lunchmeat, bread and the most recent box of goodies he had gotten from Nate’s shop. Don’t forget to smile. He reminded himself as Ariana noticed him. He flicked his wrist into a wave and finished his trek to the blanket, “You know I’m always hungry.” He gave a thumbs up and slipped the backpack off. Lowering himself onto the blanket, Rio pulled his food from the bag and added it onto the blanket. “Oh you know, I live in a giant house with an indoor pool by myself now. That’s been pretty weird. But I guess I’m okay. How about you? And Athena?”

There was a certain sense of ease that came with spending time with Rio. He was a good friend and she had zero doubts about that. It wasn’t just that though. Ariana found it easy to just be around him. No expectations, no putting on a brave face. She could wear her feelings plainly and sit in comfortable silence with her friend. Judgment would never come, at least not from Rio who had done plenty to show he’d always be a supportive figure in her life. Today, his smile seemed to mirror her own in the sense it was more of a ghost of a smile, there simply to indicate they were in fact glad to see each other even if everything else around them seemed to be going to hell. Even so, it was easy enough to laugh along with his statement. “You and me both,” she joked before her features softened a bit. She wasn’t quite sure what happened, but living alone didn’t sound great. “When you put it like that, it sounds like I need to come over for a pool day. But that does sound like it’d be weird. Did your roommate move out? Me? I’ve been okay. A little bit of internal wrestling since my attempts to help people seem to make things worse, but like, trying to remember this town is just kind of a shit show. And Athena seems to be doing better. I know losing Amanda was hard, but she’s been hearing back from med schools. Kinda… well, I guess a little nervous to see which one she chooses. I don’t want to like ask her to stay, but also don’t really want her to go so there’s that.” She realized she was rambling a little bit and took in a deep breath as she took out some of dumplings and soup she’d made as well as a thermos full of warm green tea.

Orion was willing to admit that things had been a bit awkward since Athena and Ariana had started dating. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t erase the past memories of his sister from his mind. The things she used to say. The memory of their eighteenth birthday. Sometimes it was all too easy for Rio to replace the image of that werewolf in his mind with Ariana’s. But he did believe that Athena genuinely cared for Ariana. And despite weirdness, Rio couldn’t avoid Ariana. She was one of his closest friends, someone who he knew he could count on. And when the two hung out, things were just simple. He really enjoyed simple. “Please do. It’ll get better use if you do. I don’t really swim. But yeah she uh- left town recently.” No reason to get into the specifics of Skylar’s departure. He sighed listening to her, not pleased to hear that she hadn’t been having any easier of a time here in town. It never seemed like things would settle down. “I’m sorry. That sucks. Personally, I think you helping me has turned out super well, for the record. But I’m sorry to hear about whatever you are referring to.” Rio thought about medical school a lot too. He wasn’t convinced that Athena would ever leave White Crest. Her entire life was here, he wasn’t sure she would know what to do anywhere else. But a lot had changed since their parents had died. It was hard to tell exactly what was going through Athena’s mind anymore. “It’s hard to tell. Between you and me? I don’t think she’ll ever move out of this town. But I don’t exactly know her as well as I used to.” He lost focus of the conversation as she unpacked more food and he caught onto the smell, “Holy crap that smells so good. I’m so excited to eat.”

There was a big part of Ariana that still wanted to bridge the gap between Athena and Rio so they could all enjoy days out together like this, but the steps they were already taken, those were big. And they were enough. Maybe one day things would be easier, for now, she was just going to bask in the simplicity their time together brought. She took a sip of her green tea and slowly nodded as Rio spoke. Pool sounded fun, roommate moving out, not so much. Two times in a row at that had to be pretty rough. “I’m sorry, that she left. That’s gotta suck. I’ll come over soon then… and not just for the indoor pool.” She gave a small nudge with the last part of her sentence before she began nibbling on some of the food. It was a nice little reminder from Rio that not all her efforts to help were for not. Even if they were more in the way of friendship and not any of the crazy crap White Crest threw at them. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” she agreed not wanting to contemplate it too much on a day where they were supposed to be enjoying themselves, “This town just… it’s hard. But you know that.” Being reassured that Athena wasn’t likely to leave helped a little though. The thought of saying goodbye had made her a bit nervous throughout her girlfriend’s interview process. She wanted the best for Athena, but she also wanted to be by her side. It’d be nice if those two things lined up. “I kind of hope that’s the case. I want her to live her dreams, I’d just… I’d miss her a lot.” She shrugged lightly not wanting to get too caught up in her worries when she heard a loud thud. Her head whipped up as she saw a bicycle colliding with a tree. “Holy shit,” she muttered, “That’s not what you…” She trailed off as she realized the young man wasn’t getting up. She jumped up from the ground instinctively and ran over to him. There wasn’t blood and he had a helmet on, but he was just… out? “Uh, Rio. I don’t think he’s,” she focused on his heartbeat, it was relaxed, “He’s alive but, I don’t know what’s wrong. We should call an ambulance right?”

“Nah. It’s okay.” Orion lied. He believed what he said. He was happy Skye left. This town had hurt her, in ways that are hard to recover from. He knew that she could do it. He also knew that to do so was probably a lot easier away from town. He at least loved the idea of Ariana hanging out at the house. The place was far too big for just him. But for as much as it made sense for Skye to leave, Rio couldn’t comprehend the idea of Athena ever leaving town. He expected her to live and die in this town. Just as his parents had. Then again, she never expected Athena to gut their mom either. So his sister had surprised him in more than one way. Still, it felt weird that so much had changed. Rio always thought he was the one desperate to get away. “You think you’ll ever leave?” It was a genuine question. Ariana hadn’t spent her entire life here. She had managed to find some charm in this terrifying town. He wondered how long it would last. Any chance at eating or discussing was distracted by the man crashing into the tree. He jumped up and followed behind her, rushing to his side to check on him. “If he’s breathing then what happened?” Rio questioned, still thankful that he was alive. “Right. Yeah. 911. Calling now. See if you can wake him up?” Rio suggested as he dialed and pulled the phone up to his ear.

“I’m not too sure. I’d like to think she has reasons to want to stay here, but I don’t want to hold her back either,” Ariana answered honestly. Normally, she would flat out ask Athena, but with things at least being mostly calm, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer. Thankfully, there wasn’t too much time to think on that with the bicycle collision. Both Ari and Rio were quick on their feet though hearing the heartbeat only did so much to calm her as Rio called 911. She nudged the young man and loudly said, “Hey, hey, bro-- wake up!” But he was out like a light. There wasn’t even the slightest flinch as she shook at his shoulders. No indication that he could even hear what they were saying or feel her touch. “Something… something doesn’t feel right here, Rio.” Outside of some scrapes from falling off the bike, he seemed to just be asleep. Was her on drugs or something? She began rummaging through his jacket pockets but only found a wallet. A wallet with nothing out of the ordinary about it. “His name is Leon Torres. Uhm…. born 1998? That’d make him 23? 22?”

Orion rambled quickly, a bad habit in general made even worse by the stress of talking to a 911 operator. “We uh- are at the park. And he ran into a tree and he’s not waking up and-” Luckily, the operator was much more level headed than he was and cut in to ask questions from time to time. “It doesn’t look like he’s too badly injured. I don’t see any excessive bleeding. He’s not waking up but he’s alive.” He hadn’t actually checked the man’s pulse officially, but he could hear the heartbeat. If he had to guess, that was one of the first things Ariana had checked for as well. “Okay. Okay. Thanks.” Rio hung up the phone and hugged it against his chest as he crossed his arms, “An ambulance is on their way. She uh- sounded pretty confused.” That made three of them. Clearly, Ariana was just as lost as Rio and the 911 operator had been. It didn’t exactly seem feasible that somebody fell asleep while reading a bike and now wouldn’t wake up. “Yeah uh- it’s pretty weird.” Rio hovered awkwardly above Ariana. He didn’t know how to help or if he was just getting in her way. “Yeah. Not exactly prime age for randomly going into a coma while on a bike ride.” He mused, glancing around the park looking to see if he saw anybody or anything around. This felt supernatural. “Could it be a spell? Some kind of drug or poison?”

Ariana kept her focus on Leon’s heartbeat. It was slow and steady, but not so slow that she’d think he was dying. The rhythm was similar to that of a peaceful sleep. Normally, it was something she found calming, but given the more than perplexing circumstances, she found herself trying not to panic. Nothing about this seemed natural and that meant it was unlikely a human doctor could do much of anything for him. She could vaguely pick up on Rio’s rambling, something she normally found endearing now only furthering the sinking feeling in her stomach. “Good, they can at least monitor him. I don’t,” she trailed off and looked him over yet again. Outside of some bruises forming and minor scrapes from the crash, there was nothing indicative of injury on his body. No signs that pointed to anything in particular. No scent on him that could give them some sort of clue on what the hell was happening here. Rio was onto something with the idea of a spell or drug though. That seemed much more feasible than a 20-something year old just falling into a deep sleep while riding their bicycle. “It has to be. Why else would he just- We could look through your books or something? I don’t know a lot about magic or drug… or human health conditions.” She hated problems like this. If she had her way, all of her problems would be one she could throw fists or claws at and call it day. Unfortunately, life rarely worked like that and she felt frustration building up within her. She wanted to punch… something. Anything, really, but she breathed instead. First in shallow breaths until they evened out into something deeper and she could fight the urge to beat up a tree. “We’ll see what we can look into after the ambulance gets here. It has to be something.”

Orion hoped that the ambulance hurried. Despite the man seemingly being alive, this still wasn’t normal. Rio would feel a lot better once the man was in medical hands. Though if this was supernatural then maybe they wouldn’t be able to help him either. Still, it had to be better than just standing over the man’s unconscious body with no idea what to do. Ariana was right, they would be more useful doing some research on this while he stayed under a hospital’s care. “Yeah. Good idea. Humans have some uh- weird medical things. But this seems especially weird.” Rio spoke as if he wasn’t a human himself. Most times, he didn’t really feel like he was. Rio glanced around the park. If this was some kind of spell, wouldn’t the caster have to be somewhere around here? Maybe proximity didn’t matter. His ears perked at the very faint sounds of sirens. “I think they’re on their way. Hopefully it shouldn't be too much longer.” And after they were gone, the two would probably have to pack everything up and head for the Scribe building. “So much for the picnic I guess, huh?”

In any other situation, Ariana might have laughed at Rio referring to humans as if he wasn’t one himself. She was pretty sure hunters still considered themselves human in the same way spellcasters did. Not that it was something she’d ever thought to ask before now. “Kind of hope it’s one of the weird medical things as opposed to… well, you know. White Crest brand of weird things,” she said softly, still keeping a close ear out for his heartbeat that was still steadily trucking on. They were still going to do their research anyway, but medical seemed so much easier to fix though any sort of medical condition that essentially put an otherwise healthy appearing 22 year old into a dead sleep was alarming. As she started hearing the sirens in the distance, she felt a little more at ease. Monitoring a human to make sure they were alive was high key stressful and she’d much rather be reading a bunch of Rio’s old books… which was saying something considering she hated reading. “Yeah, picnic vibes are pretty dead now. We can snack and research? Keep it real, sleuthy,” she responded with an awkward laugh. The whole fun friend day thing was pretty much ruined. Not that she was sure it was ever really ago in the first place considering they both seemed to be bummed out about other things. As the ambulance approached, she waved to get their attention and did her best to explain what happened. They all seemed just as confused as she and Rio had been. That didn’t leave her with much hope it was in fact medical. “Yeah, he seemed to be just riding his bike normally then sort of just crashed into the tree and isn’t waking up. His pulse seems steady.”

It was almost pathetic that Orion and Ariana immediately went to something supernatural for the cause of the collapse. He realized with a wicked sense of irony that a regular medical mishap might actually be more surprising than something supernatural. If it didn’t feel so disrespectful standing over top of the man, Rio might have had to sarcastically laugh. That, or hysterically cry. For some reason, the line between the two always seemed alarmingly thin. “Snack and research sounds great.” Rio agreed, thankful that the food wasn’t going to completely go to waste. The ambulance arrived, either incredibly quickly or time flew by when they were stressed. Ariana took charge immediately, describing the situation Rio slipped away from the group to head back towards the picnic set up they had abandoned. He worked on packing up the area, glancing over from time to time to check on Ariana. The looks on the EMT’s faces were particularly comforting. He finished packing things up and made his way back over to Ariana as they began to load him into the ambulance. “I hope he’s okay” He wished he could offer more wisdom than that, but all he had was well wishes and motivation to try to find the answer to whatever caused this. “I got everything ready to go.”

After a quick rundown of what happened, the ambulance and Leon were off to the hospital. Ariana watched warily for a moment before she walked back over to Rio. The same reason that made this little Maine town perfect for someone like her made it dangerous for so many others, dangerous for herself even. It was hard not to feel a certain sense of disenchantment for a place she was once determined to make home, but all the same, she couldn’t imagine ever leaving. There were far too many people she cared for so that meant she had to do her part in making it better. She grabbed some of their stuff that Rio had packed up and said, “Thanks, I’ll drive. Hopefully we can find something.” It was a big thing to hope, but she wanted to help. Really help. Somehow, it didn’t help that the possibilities were truly endless, but at least they could try. And if anything, at least they wouldn’t be alone.

#wickedswriting #rio #picnic crashing #// cody is a gem rio is a gem #this is v dated don't look @ me

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Rp Log: Rising, Riylli, and Cravs apologize to each other over drinks.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli sat alone at the table, impatiently awaiting the two Roegadyns appearance. Despite being the one to reach out to the two of them, the Miqo'te had a grumpy look on her face and had already gotten started with her drink. She absolutely did not seem to want to be here, but it was definitely too late now to leave

(Rising Lotus) Was keeping close to Cravs as they walked in, looking a bit hesitant about the whole night out. After glancing at Riylli sitting down, she avoided the miqo'te's gaze, looking at the ground or around the inn on her way over, keeping her gaze downward as she took a seat across from her.

(Cravendy Hound) As usual, Cravs is pretty late. She kicks open the saloon’s doors and then saunters over to Riylli’s table, happily looking forward to a night of drinking with some friends. But why does the miqo’te look so upset? Cravs takes a seat besides her and gives Riylli’s shoulder a good shake. “Why the long face? Let’s get this show on the road!”

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli simply raises an eyebrow towards Cravs' friendly greeting, getting caught off guard and at least for the moment forgetting she was supposed to be looking grumpy. "Uh... Hey." The Miqo'te hit the pair with the tried and true opener. "I ordered you guys some mead already. I dunno if that's what you like, but... It's pretty good here..?"

(Cravendy Hound) “Been ‘ere afore, and I agree. Some places, it’s best to stick to somethin’ tried an true.” Cravs raises a hand to catch the barkeeps attention, and without words he goes over to fill a glass with her usual. “Nice of ye to invite us out!”

(Rising Lotus) Rising was quick to take the mug off the table and take a long swig out of it, taking a deep breath afterwards as she set her drink down. "..Thanks." she managed to mutter out, continuing her awkward fidgeting. She kept look like she was trying to say something more but then rethinking it.

(Cravendy Hound) ...djfksld I AM. BAD AT READING. I guess Cravs is ordering a second round without finishing the first, but that's still in character for her xD ))

(Riylli Aliapoh) "...Yeah well, wasn't my idea..." She mumbles awkwardly, taking a pull from her drink to buy herself some time. "My friends wouldn't stop pestering me about it. And if were gonna be fightin' together and stuff then it's no good to let bad blood linger" She said with an awkward shrug, keeping her eyes fixed on the table

(Cravendy Hound) “Why ye actin’ like ye got a bellyful of marbles, Risin’?” Cravs sasses, brow raised playfully. But at the mention of ‘bad blood,’ her tune changes...somewhat. “Ey wot? Someone mad at someone else?”

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli squints at the Seawolf for a moment before bringing her hand to her face. "You... Don't even remember, do you. Ugh!" The Miqo'te lets out a frustrated sigh, then turned to Rising while gesturing towards Cravs. "Why are you even so mad at me anyway!? We should be teaming up on this drunkard!"

(Rising Lotus) Groans a bit, running her ungloved hand over her hair before sighing. "I guess you probably don't remember, you were pretty gone when I threw ya on the couch.." she paused as she thought over her next words "Riylli an I got a bit...frustrated I guess, which each other." she deflated a bit as brought it up. "I-I..I didn't mean too..it was jus' in the moment.."

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs sucks in her lips. Oh, but she DOES remember...enough, anyway. She had just assumed it was all in good fun. Messing around that may have gotten a little heated, but a passing thing. “Oh. Hmmm. Hm. HM.”

(Cravendy Hound) "Not my fault I was born to drink." Cravs follows through and takes a hearty chug from her mead.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli decides to take a rather long pull from her drink, deciding that this was not a situation that she wanted to deal with while sober. "Someone born to drink wouldn't be such a lightweight..."

(Rising Lotus) Let out an irritated sigh. "If you would've waited until the damn thing was inside to drink this wouldn't a happened.." she sat up a bit. "You kind of ditched us to do all the hard work."

(Cravendy Hound) “I am. NOT. A lightweight!” Cravs blusters. It seems Riylli has touched a nerve. “Just got slammed on some of the strongest stuff possible in a short while. Who wouldn’t after fightin’ a spider...monster.” But to Rising’s comment, she has nothing to say. Cravs huffs.

(Riylli Aliapoh) "Uh huh. Well I ain't carrying you home." Riylli mutters, giving Cravs the side-eye. Not that she could carry her at all really, but that's beside the point.

(Rising Lotus) Rising had finished off her first drink and had started on the second round Cravs had ordered, eyeing the other roegydan after her outburst. "I get that..but you left that thing shoved in the doorway an' Riylli an' I had to do most the work." she glanced at Riylli, looking down to the table again afterwards. "Could've banged it out easily together an' drank at the company bar."

(Cravendy Hound) Pulling an apology out of Cravs is like pulling teeth. She knows she ought to, that it was a jerk move to toss a problem onto someone else’s shoulder. But a powerful pressure keeps any sorry words lodged in her throat. It simply isn’t something she’s done that much, and feels as unnatural as breathing water. After a long while, it all bursts out...as a garbled and quiet cough.

(Riylli Aliapoh) RIylli nods to Rising. "I bet with the three of us there we coulda just pushed it on through." She says, giving herself a lot of credit. "Instead me and Rising had to carve the damned thing like it was a bird. I wonder what happened to all that meat... Hope whatever animal that ate it didn't get sick..." She murmured to herself, getting distracted thanks to the fuzzy feeling in her head

(Cravendy Hound) “.............well ye two did a better job without me around. So I was. Doin’ ye a favor.” Her voice becomes progressively more and more quiet as she gets to the end. Cravs gives Riylli and Rising a sheepish look. “Bugger.”

(Cravendy Hound) oh noi she sit at table xD )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (We are being forced into an rp event (Riylli Aliapoh) (Thats new (Riylli Aliapoh) (WHAT DO WE DO? PANIC (Cravendy Hound) well! Let's see where this goes LOL ))

Rinnji Larioux: "Hey there, friends." Rinnji says, pulling herself up the lone unoccupied seat at the occupied table. She grins from Roe to Roe to Miqo.

Cravendy Hound is deep in a conversation with her two companions, and the elezen's intrusion into the table does not go unnoticed. Cravs leans forward, pirate swagger at its peak, and nearly growls. "Oy there, 'friend..'"

Rinnji Larioux smiles at you.

Rinnji Larioux: "Hoy!"

Rinnji Larioux: "Just wanted to come tell you lot that those free drinks include your table, and if you're so inclined, you're most welcome to join us."

Rinnji Larioux smiles from face to face, slowly picking up on the tension, but ever the diligent hostess, continues to smile brightly, with a charming, friendly demeanor.

Riylli Aliapoh: "...Thank the gods for that..." Riylli muttered, then immediately downed the rest of her drink and held up her hand for Buscarron to bring her another

Rising Lotus shuffles in her chair awkwardly, giving the elezen a nod as she kept an eye on Cravs. " 'Preciate it.."

Cravendy Hound pauses. "....free? Well that's a different story then. Oy Riyyli, turns out these drinks are on the 'ouse or somethin..." Cravs smirks. "Personally, I'll 'ave to pass on...whatever ye elven folk are doin' over yonder. But thanks for the invitation."

Rinnji Larioux nods to you.

Rinnji Larioux: "...we're a friendly sort."

Rinnji Larioux winks at you.

Cravendy Hound nods farewell to Rinnji, and then it's back to looking mad and being not glad.

(Rising Lotus) The hostess's visit put things a big off track, the three sitting in awkward silence for a few moments before Rising licked her lips and started to speak. "..I'm sorry for snappin' at you Riylli..uh, by the way." she just sort blurted it all out when she spoke.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli grinned as she received a new drink, immediately taking a long swig of this one as well. She blinked as she looked around the room, apparently only just now noticing the crowd. "This place aint usually this busy..." She began, only to get caught off guard again by the sudden apology. "Uh... Yeah, it's... Fine or whatever." She responded awkwardly. She was not drunk enough for this dammit. "I'm sorry too, and all that..."

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs looks side to side, growing just a bit panicked. Now that they’ve both said sorry, then that would leave her, right? Godsdamned it all, but it’s like speaking in a foreign language for her. After a great deal of effort, she grumbles something under her breath. It vaguely resembles an apology, but gets drowned out by the sounds of revelry nearby.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli's ear flickers and her attention is drawn to Cravs and her discomfort. Immediately she grins and leans forward, flicking her tail to one side. "Oh no you don't. You ain't getting out of this that easy, say it louder!"

(Rising Lotus) Rising finally cracked as smile at Riylli's response to Cravs' apology. "...I guess to be fair all the fun their havin' really is makin' this weird for us. Hard to be mopey an' say sorrys with them havin' a good time."

(Cravendy Hound) “WHAT. Piss n’ wind, yer -killin’- me ‘ere!” Cravs groans. But she won’t find a sympathetic soul here, not when her entire company consists of the people she’s wronged. “Would bloody rather ‘ave me keelhauled then deal with this shit.”

(Cravendy Hound) She finishes her glass, face red from...embarrassment? The effort of trying to ekk out an apology. Finally, with the exact same volume level as the first attempt, she repeats herself. “.....mmrgfghsorry...”

(Riylli Aliapoh) "No. No. No." Riylli shook her head disapprovingly. "C'mon, even I said it! And outta all of us, you're the one who should really be sayin' it the most! Is the big strong Roegadyn really too afraid to say a tiny little word?" Riylli tutted, clearly getting a little bit of revenge in for getting ditched with the spider

(Rising Lotus) Rising was close to finishing off her second drink by now, snickering at Riylli's teasing. "Aye, I guess it's good to know I'm the strong one between the two of us though, leaves less to wonder on which one of us is the best for the company." she flexed her exposed bicep. "Rising, powerful AND can apologize."

(Cravendy Hound) “Ay shove it! I said it twice already! An’ I swear, every time I say it again I lose a year offa my life. Blast, I - I need more drink.” Cravs sputtered. Thankfully, it’s around now that a barkeep comes over with the second round, and she quickly moves to snatch and down another cup.

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs is absolutely SEETHING. She pouts at Rising and glares at her bicep. “Powerful? Bet I can beat ye in an arm wrestlin’ contest. Bet I can beat both of ye, hah!”

(Riylli Aliapoh) "Oh no ya don't!" Riylli suddenly stood and grabbed the cup as well, trying to keep it from the Roegadyn woman and spilling just a little onto the floor, though her rosy-cheeked grin would make it clear she probably didn't care much. "If we didn't hear you, it don't count!"

(Cravendy Hound) "Risin' 'eard it! Didn't ye?!" Cravs growls. She scowls and gives a threatening look to the other Roegadyn. "Didn't. YE."

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs backed into a corner = ATTACKATTACKATTACK. Make things worse xD ))

(Rising Lotus) Assisted Riylli, putting her palm over the top of the mug to ensure nothing spilled but still kept it from Cravs. "I heard you grumble somethin', but who knows what it coulda been...an' I would kick your arse at an arm wrestlin' contest." she grinned devilishly, as soon as they squeezed that apology out of her that was what was coming next.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli shook her head. "Rising aint got ears like mine anyroad. No way she'd have heard it and not me. Now! Nice and loud, so those elezen folk can hear it too!"

(Cravendy Hound) “Ye don’t use legs in an arm wrestlin’ contest, ye blusterin’ drylander!” Cravs retorts as she stands up. She feels like she’s on burning, like she can run a thousand miles. Her fight or flight instinct is firing on all cylinders and she has no idea what to do.

(Cravendy Hound) “YER BOTH FULL OF A LOAD OF BULL.” Is what comes out. Then, absolutely befuddled and slain by embarrassment, she storms out of the tavern cursing all the while. Out of sight and from afar, she shouts at so great a distance it echoes. “AN’ I’M BLOODY SORRY, ALRIGHT?”

(Cravendy Hound) ... I considered putting that in yell xD )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (SHES MAKING A BREAK FOR IT (Cravendy Hound) RUUUUUuUu nNN )) (Rising Lotus) woops for some reason I thought I was left a lone in the bar one sec xD))

(Rising Lotus) Is wide eyed and quiet as Cravs has her out burst, side eyeing Riylli as she take as moment to process it. "Uh..well I guess she said it...?"

(Riylli Aliapoh) "OY! GET BACK HERE! I DON'T GOT THE GIL FOR THIS!" Riylli calls out, but grins mischievously and grabs her drink before bolting out of the tavern as well. It was not a well thought out plan since Baderon knew who she was, but those were issues for later. "C'MON!"

(Rising Lotus) Rising kept pace with Riylli as she dashed out of the bar, glad that the drinks were on the house.

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs has, in her infinite wisdom, just been rushing headlong into the forest. She finally stops to catch her breath behind a tree and the weight of everything that has happened in the past 20 seconds hits her like a truck. WHAT WAS SHE DOING. Why was she running? How could she ever show her face around Rising and Riylli again? She groans, and then hears them follow suit. Oh god, keep running keeprunning. “D-DON’T FOLLOW ME YE SCRAGS. Also they were free drinks!”

(Riylli Aliapoh) "THESE ARE MY WOODS, YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME!" Riylli calls out, able to easily catch up to Cravs even as she ducked between the trees. Drunk she may be, but none can escape a Keeper on the hunt on their home turf. She leaps out from behind a tree and grabs onto Cravs, holding tight like she was wrangling a bull. "You aint gettin' away! We're friends now, deal with it!"

(Cravendy Hound) this is so chaotic xD )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (is anyone surprised with these 3

(Rising Lotus) Starts slowing down as the world starts spinning, taking extra care not to smash her skull on a branch or rock. She came upon the sight of the took in the strange embrace, unable to stifle a bit of laughter. "Carefully that she don't buck ya off!" she reached out to try and grapple Cravs as well "Jus' calm down for a damn minute!"

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs stumbles from tree to tree, getting more lost with every turn. Decisions are hard to make when you’re running for your life, alcohol sloshing in your gut. So when Riylli leaps out and grabs her, her first instinct IS to try to toss her off. But the miqo’te held fast, and eventually Crav’s goes from panicked fighting to depressed acceptance. With that, she lowers herself to the floor and just. Lies there. She makes a sound akin to a death rattle.

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli removes herself from Cravs and stands, thankfully not drunk enough to cuddle her when she's down. She plants her hands on her hips proudly, her cheeks still rosy as she grinned. "C'mon, did you really think you'd get away? I could smell your trail easy." She declares, either not understanding or not caring about how weird that might sound to the non-Miqo'te.

(Rising Lotus) Panting as Cravs lowered to the ground, she give Riylli a thumbs up. " Damn nice job Riylli!" she knelt down next to the two. "Now I guess I know how you're uh.. feelin' an' all..." she scratched the back of her head, gazing off into the woods. "I was plenty the same when I was sick...all stubborn 'bout it an' all.. but if I didn't let you help me I woulda been way worse off."

(Rising Lotus) rested a hand on Cravendy's shoulder. "you don't think any less of me after seein' me in that pitiful state, at least I hope not.."

(Cravendy Hound) “What?” She wrinkles a nose to Riylli’s offhand comment about smelling.

(Cravendy Hound) “I know. I should’ve just said.” Cravs pauses. She can’t say it, but hell, she can certainly talk around it. “If I said it, then I wouldn’t be in this mess. But I. It’s. Guh.”

(Rising Lotus) I gotta get going unfortunately, need to head to work to do truck T-T )) (Cravendy Hound) ah okies! ty for coming and heck inviting me! this was a blast :D )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Yeah! Drunken idiot rp is very fun (Rising Lotus) Yeh! no dirtpatch won't be as awkward xD (Cravendy Hound) heheh )) (Rising Lotus) At any rate I need to bounce lol pretty much playing it last minute, if you keep goign send me the rest of the logs where I missed! (Rising Lotus) \o )) (Cravendy Hound) I'll post the logs on my tumblr :3 )) (Riylli Aliapoh) (Rising proceeds to pass out drunk in the middle of the woods (Cravendy Hound) pfff I'll get the torso, you get the legs ))

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli tapped her nose, and then proceeded to not explain at all as she watched Rising pass out onto the forest floor. She stared for a long moment, before looking back towards Cravs. "Lightweights... All of you are damned lightweights."

(Cravendy Hound) “‘I’m not! Feh.” Cravs is too tired to make her point again. And yet a part of her is glad to have been chased down and tackled. Otherwise, she might’ve just run forever. Who knows. An exhausted smile creeps onto her face as she gets back up. “Yer crazy. But...thanks.”

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli's hands returned to her hips, basking in what she apparently considered praise. "Well... Maybe I'm just used to th' stuff here..." She admitted, her eyes being drawn to the elephant in the room. So to speak. "What are we gonna do with her? Can't exactly leave her out here"

(Cravendy Hound) “Nah. I’m crazy too.” Cravs brushes herself and stands back up. “She’d probably be fine if we left ‘er out ‘ere. Nothin’ but boros and bugs patrolin’ the forest.” She shoot Riylli a dead serious look, then blows out of her nose with a small grin. “Just jokin’. Ye get the legs, I’ll get the body. We can dump ‘er on the couch back at the company.”

(Riylli Aliapoh) Riylli looked at Cravs for a moment before coughing awkwardly. "Um... I don't know if... WE can get her all the way back there on our own..." She mumbled, dancing around the obvious issue of her being half the size of either of them. "Why th' hells she gotta wear armour to a tavern anyroad..."

(Cravendy Hound) Cravs picks up most of Rising and grunts under the weight. She waits a moment to allow Riylli grab on, and then starts walking in a random direction. “We’ll get ‘er back. But, uh, could ye show us the way to the road? Otherwise we’ll all be campin’ in the woods tonight.”

(Cravendy Hound) Though it would take awhile, they would get there. Eventually.

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Riylli Aliapoh #Rising Lotus #oh this is much more than apologizing over drinks lmao #Getting cravs to apologize is like giving a bath to a cat #she got there in the end tho! sort of pff

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kaleidescope-writes · 4 years

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Heart of Audrilluria- Chapter XIX; The Verdict

Modern Fairytale AU

Prince King!Tom Hiddleston x Thief! Reader

Song: Hidden Feelings

Please read the Author’s Note

The sun shone through the open cracks of the wood boarded window. The sun was out, it had to be around six in the morning. That meant Vie still wasn’t awake. Y/N stood up in her small bed, looking around the room at the partially lit room at the decaying walls. Turning to her left, she looked over to Amelie’s sleeping form. “Hey,” she whispered, “We have to go.” Amelie stirred in her sleep, “Five more minutes.” Y/N got up from her bed, taking a step towards her and shaking her awake. “For a morning person, you’re kind of lazy,” Y/N teased, pulling the covers off her. “For a brokenhearted person, you’re not mopey and sad,” Amelie groaned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “I’m not mopey and sad because I’ve come to terms with never seeing him again,” Y/N replies, turning away to get her things ready, “Yes it hurts, but I have to get over it some day. I hurt him. I’m not surprised if he never wants to see me again.” Amelie sighs, giving her a sympathetic look.

“I know it hurts,” Amelie comforted, “I hear you crying at night. I’m so sorry for how this turned out.” Y/N looks back at her, shaking her head, “Don’t be. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten too close.” Amelie gave her one last soft expression before standing up and getting ready for the day.

“So, where are we headed?” Amelie asked, walking out into the hall to the door. “We are going to the handler to get the pay for the necklace,” Y/N responded, walking through the door frame and leaving the house. “I don’t suppose we’re taking the car,” Amelie muttered as they walked toward the street, beginning their trip to the person that would give them the money they needed for the stolen relic. “Nope,” Y/N replied smugly, “It’s not that far a walk. Besides, we need to burn off all the pastries we ate in paradise.” Amelie sighed longingly, catching up with her sister, “They tasted like heaven.” Y/N chuckled as they continued walking down the street.

The handler was waiting for them in a restaurant five blocks away from the hell house they grew up in. They should arrive fifteen minutes after they’d left the house. “He said he’ll be waiting for us at the furthest table from the door. He’s wearing a sky blue button up. We can’t miss him,” Y/N explained, keeping a relatively fast pace as they made their way to the restaurant, holding a secure bag containing the necklace. “Ok, perfect,” Amelie nodded, “While we walk, how about we have a conversation.” Y/N turned to look at her in confusion, “About what?”

“About him,” Amelie proposed, still looking out in front of her towards the busy street. Y/N slowed her steps at her words. Here we go. “I know you don’t want to get into specifics, but you can talk to me about it,” Amelie tried, slowing down with her. Y/N let out a sigh, “What do you want me to say? I practically told you everything earlier.” Amelie shrugged, “Maybe you can tell me how it felt? Before having to end things. How did it feel to be in love for the first time?” Y/N looked away, trying to find the right words to use. “It was,” she began, stopping herself to think for a moment, “It was wonderful. The way we danced on both occasions was something I can’t even begin to explain. It just felt.. Magical. I never thought I could lose sight of a job’s objective, but when I was with him, I lost track of everything and just delved into those sweet moments,” she explained in a yearning tone, “When I was with him, I felt as if I was more than just a thief. I felt that for once in my life, I could be truly and unconditionally happy. It was something I had never felt before.” Y/N looked down at her feet, the realization settling in, “And it’s something I know I’ll probably never feel again.” Amelie gave her another sad smile, “It sounds nice.”

“It was nice,” Y/N whispered, “It was nice and so much more.” Amelie put her left hand on Y/N’s right shoulder, “At least one of us was able to experience it.”

They continued their trip in a comfortable silence. Upon arriving at their destination, they were approached by a police officer before they could get close to the door. “Excuse me ladies,” he began, stopping them from going any further, “Are you by any chance the L/N sisters?” Amelie and Y/N looked at each other in confusion, not wanting to respond to his question in fear something had gone wrong. “I think you have us confused with someone else,” Y/N replied dismissively, trying to get out of that situation as quickly as possible. The officer’s partner approached them, taking out a paper and showing it to them, revealing their pictures with their names. “Lying to an officer is not a good idea,” he warned, “Would you like to try again?” Both sisters had a matching face of shock. What was this about?

“We’re going to need you to come with us,” the first officer began, “Someone has been looking for the two of you.” Amelie straightened her posture, “And if we choose not to come peacefully?” The second officer gave her a look and brought out his cuffs, “Then I’m afraid we’ll have to arrest the two of you.” The sisters shared a look, thinking about their next course of action carefully.

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After about five minutes of driving, they arrived at the police station and parked in front of the entrance. Both girls were led out by one of the officers and taken inside. They walked down the hall where they were met by another two officers, one with a pair of handcuffs and the other asking for the bag Y/N was carrying. The handcuffs were placed on their wrists and they were led to the door of the interrogation room. Once the door was opened, Y/N’s heart dropped to her knees and she almost collapsed.

Standing next to a detective was the very man she never expected to see again. The man she’d fallen in love with in Audrilluria. The man whose heart she broke. “Have a seat, ladies,” the detective instructed. Both girls took their respective seats, Y/N unable to take her eyes off of Thomas. She felt that if she looked away for even half a second, he would disappear. “I’m sure both of you know why you are here,” the detective began, “And I’m sure both of you know who this is.” He motioned to Thomas, who’s expression was of anger and determination. His eyes went back and forth between both sisters, not daring to look into Y/N’s eyes for too long.

“You might be wondering how you were found,” the detective continued, “Apparently, one of your moles by the name of Edmundo wasn’t able to make it off Blythenon before her was apprehended.” Amelie looked up at the detective, placing her cuffed hands on the table in front of her. “So you know we have it,” she stated, deciding not to play dumb. “Of course we do,” he shrugged, “What his highness wants to know is why.”

“If his highness wants to know so badly, he should ask us himself,” Amelie snapped, turning to look Thomas in the eye. Thomas merely shifted his weight, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned into the wall behind him. “How many more people did you have working for you in the castle?” Thomas asked in a deep, darkened tone. “We don’t know,” Amelie replied simply, “They worked for Edmundo, not for us.” Thomas turned to Y/N, who never looked away from him for a second.

“What were your true intentions?” He asked, maintaining the same tone as before. “I think our intentions were pretty obvious,” Amelie snarked. “I wasn’t asking you,” Thomas raised his voice, “I was asking your currently mute sister.” Y/N flinched at his slight change. He turned to her again, giving her an expectant look. Y/N’s eyes began to form small tears. “Thomas, I--,” she choked out, “My intentions were never to hurt you.” Thomas straightened his posture, his expression changing briefly before going back to one of anger before Y/N could decipher what it was. “Take Ms. Amelie to another room,” He instructed the detective without taking his eyes off of Y/N, “I need a moment alone with her.”

The detective followed his order wordlessly and exited the room with Amelie, leaving them alone in a tense silence. The way Thomas was looking at her made her feel weak in the worst way possible. She couldn’t take knowing that the man she’d known to be cheerful and positive most of the time was enraged by something she did. Everything he was feeling was because of her.

“Please just say something,” Y/N pleaded, trying desperately to get any reaction from him. Thomas merely leaned his hands on the table, lowering his head slightly. “Like what?” he asked in a harsher tone than before, “Should I confess to you only to have you break my heart again, or should I save myself the trouble?” Y/N let out a desperate sigh, “I didn’t mean to hurt you! I didn’t want to do this to you but I didn’t have a choice!”

“There’s always a choice, Y/N!” he yelled, “Just spare me the trouble and tell me the truth!” “You want the truth?” Y/N asked, a few tears falling from her eyes, “Fine. I was an orphan all my life. My parents died when Amelie and I were children. We were left alone on the streets because no one wanted to take us in. This woman took us to what we thought was going to be our new home. She raised us to be thieves and when we were old enough to fight back, she threatened to hurt other children she took in to make us pay!” The room fell into silence as Y/N spoke the last word. “If I didn’t steal the heart, Vie would have left seven children out in the streets to suffer,” she cried.

Thomas stood from his position, looking away briefly as Y/N tried to regain herself. Another long moment of silence passed as Thomas thought of what to say next. “Did you mean it?” he asked, still not looking at her, “Did you mean anything you said to me?” Y/N gave him a pained smile, “Of course I did. I meant every word I said to you. I meant what I wrote to you on the night of the coronation. I wanted to be with you. I wanted to stay.” Thomas turned back to her in mild surprise, tears of his own forming in his eyes. “I wanted nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life. I still want that,” Y/N confessed, tears running down her cheeks, “I want to be with you because I’m in love with you.”

Thomas took a breath, looking away as a single tear stained his now solemn face. He stayed looking towards the door for a long moment. Y/N was prepared for his rejection. She knew he was hurt and frankly she didn’t blame him if he decided to walk out and never look back. But having him make any decision and make it known to her was better than dealing with the crippling, uncertain silence that fell upon them again.

“Y/N L/N, “Thomas began, “You have stolen from my kingdom and used some of my people against me.” Y/N closed her eyes, letting her head drop to her shoulders. “You have betrayed Audrilluria and impersonated a member of Audrilluria’s council of allies. For that, I sentence you and your sister to life in Audrilluria for your multiple crimes against my kingdom.” He took a step closer to her, catching her attention and making her look up. “Your sister will be sentenced to serving the people of Audrilluria in any way I see fit. As for you, I sentence you to spend the rest of your life by my side.”

Y/N looked at him in a mixture of confusion and hope. “You and your sister will return with me to Blythenon where you will begin your sentence immediately after you set foot on Audrillurian soil. For the rest of your life, you’re mine.” Y/N lost her breath, unable to completely process what he was saying. She stood from her seat, cheeks still stained with the continuous flow of tears. She gave him a wide smile before he approached her with a softer look in his eyes. “For the rest of your life,” he whispered, holding her chin up with his index finger and thumb, “You will stay by my side and be my queen. Only then will you be pardoned for your crimes.” He leaned in and pressed a gentle, but needy kiss to her soft lips. The lips he craved for so long. The lips that were finally his to claim forever. Y/N melted into the kiss, bringing her cuffed hands up to his face as he wrapped his free arm around her waist. A surge of passion enveloped them as the kiss lasted longer than the ones they shared previously.

When the need for air became too much to ignore, they pulled away, keeping each other within reach. “You and I will leave for Audrilluria this afternoon, along with Amelie and the children you have protected.” Thomas whispered as he stared deep into her eyes. Y/N pulled away further, “What about Vie?”

“That woman will be locked up for everything she has done. As king, I have enough influence to make that happen quicker,” Thomas reassured, still holding onto his love. Y/N smiled lovingly, “So what now?” Thomas pulls away, taking out a key and unlocking her handcuffs to free her, “Now, we pack your things, Amelie’s things, the replica, and prepare the children to leave for Audrilluria and never come back to this life.” Y/N rubbed her wrists before wrapping her arms around his neck. “I like that plan.”

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A/N: SURPRISE!!! I have waited to post this chapter since I first started writing this series. I’m so glad I finally get to post it. What did you think? Let me know in the comments as I am curious to how this made you feel. Also, I want to give a quick shout out to @accio-boys for the Designated Song as well as the fic covers for both Tumblr and Wattpad. She does really amazing graphics for fics or whatever you may need. Her work is extremely good and looks absolutely professional. I just want to spread the word of how talented she is because she honestly deserves it! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed today’s chapter. There are only two more chapters left in the series, but stay tuned for a special announcement in the Author’s Note of the last chapter. Also, Tomorrow before I post Chapter 20, I will post a 100 follower Q&A special where you guys can ask my about absolutely anything regarding the fic, future works, myself, or just anything you want to know. Stay tuned for that. I love you guys so much, thank you tremendously for all the support you’ve given me throughout the series. I seriously can’t put into words how thankful I am for each and every one of you. Stay safe and please take care!! 💖💖💖

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seawriterxx · 4 years

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it's you that i lie with

katsuki bakugou wanted to die alone on a deserted park bench, but a stupidly sweet spiky-haired bastard decided to spoil his plan.

Once every few million years. Those were the odds. The odds of that ten fucking kilometer rock hitting the Earth. And of fucking course, just for a little extra shittiness, it just had to be heading straight for Japan. Straight towards him.

It was a glaring blemish in the sky, menacingly and consistently growing larger. He couldn't look at it, wouldn't look at it. It filled him with such a deep seated anger, the type that consumed him, that tore his skin apart and boiled his insides until he was a heap of bones and fuming rage.

It mocked him. Taunted its strength. Proving his weakness, his inadequacy. He wished he was strong enough, or even smart enough to fix it. But at this point? Not even the impenetrable heroes he read about in those shitty comics the green-haired brat that lived down the street obsessed over would be able to solve this.

Maybe if he had grown up in a world where he had power, had strength, then maybe he could stop the impending doom he was facing. He didn't know when it would hit. One hour? Two? He surely couldn't trust those asshole scientists plastered on every fucking screen Japan had to offer. After all, the bastards didn't even bother warning them, well not until it was too late to do anything. He couldn't stand the screaming throngs of people rushing home, hiding in street corners, too scared to face the reality of what was about to happen. It was pointless. He was going to die anyway. Die alone and angry. Who cared where it was. An empty street, his warzone of a house. It didn't matter.

He had left for a reason. Not because of the old bat's nagging, or his father's annoying ass whining, but because he wouldn't be able to do it. He didn't want his final thoughts to be of his mother's crying face, of his father's look of pure terror. He didn’t want theirs to be their son’s uncharacteristic silence. The Bakugou house was never silent, he wouldn't let it be silent. The screams of his mother, the bargaining of his father was what he was used to. And it was what his last memory of the two would be.

His phone continued to buzz in his pocket, barrages of texts from his family, school 'buddies' and even that green-haired loser from down his street. How'd he even have his number? He ignored them all, hand trembling. Maybe, if he wasn't so selfish, he'd be able to face them, say his goodbyes. Instead he was on a park bench in the streets of Musutafu, dying alone with quiet dignity. “What a fitting end for Bakugou Katsuki.” He thought bitterly.

A scream rang out. If he had to guess the origin it would be another person realizing their family member offed themselves. The smell of death fumigated through the streets, people taking their lives into their own hands instead of letting a shitty rock take them out. He wished he was strong enough to do that. Instead, he chose the latter. Pathetic.

A guy, almost hunched over, walked from that direction towards him almost aimlessly. He was shaking. Bakugou tensed, hunched down and prayed, pleading to any godly power that the guy would avoid him, avoid the bench, avoid the entire area. They chose not to accept the prayer, if they hadn't screwed Bakugou over enough already.

The boy sat down across the bench on the ground, curling onto himself like Bakugou simply wasn't there, like Bakugou wasn't watching him with a look of sheer shock as he sobbed. He wasn't that tall, maybe a few inches shorter than Bakugou at most. His red hoodie covered most of his head and body. He was rather quiet in his crying, which Bakugou could appreciate, given his plan to die in silence.

As quickly as the boy appeared, he stood up once again, shaking himself out of the ball he put himself into and rubbing his puffy eyes harshly with his arm. He was taller than Bakugou had assumed, in fact Bakugou was sure that if he left the current seat he was basically glued to, they’d be about the same size. He looked to be the same age as well. Nevertheless, Bakugou was glad he was leaving. He was pretty far from his house, not wanting to risk his parents finding him, for anyone he knew finding him. He didn’t want all that work to be for nothing.

The boy took off his hoodie to reveal what Bakugou considered to be quite possibly the most god awful haircut he'd ever seen, spiky red hair with thick black roots, as if he hadn't dyed it back in awhile. If it was any other situation, Bakugou would have started laughing.

But it wasn’t, and he didn't realize the boy had approached him. Fuck.

“Hey man I-"

“Fuck off shitty-hair!" Damn it. He really didn't mean to be as rude as he just was. Maybe it was the impending death, but he had meant to be at least a little nicer.

“It's not very manly to insult perfectly good hair!" The red haired boy yelled back earnestly, a small smile gracing his lips. What? Wasn't he literally sobbing a minute ago? Bakugou felt his eyes widen in shock and his mouth moved to blurt out a string of not so nice words when the boy spoke again.

“Anyway. Now I have to start all over! Look man, I know you're all 'mopey' and 'emo' over here, but I was wondering if I could stay here a bit.”

If Bakugou could be anymore shocked, he would be. His head short-circuited, he could feel his mouth gape open, and tried to force himself to say something, anything.

“Huh-"

“Wha-"

He felt himself stuttering, Goddamn it, he had to fucking pull himself together and reject this dude outright. He was Bakugou Katsuki, not a simpering pussy.

“Hey, before you say anything.” He stopped for a second and Bakugou looked him in the eyes, the gaze that shone back was conflicting yet powerful, there was a ton of sadness sure, but this dude's eyes held strength he wasn't expecting, especially because he had just cried on the ground in front of him.

“Please"

Please. One word, and somehow all opposition fell from his mind. One fucking word and Bakugou felt his mouth close, felt his head nod, his eyes narrow. The boy's eyes light up, and Bakugou felt his mouth twitch. What?

“Why the fuck did I just do that.”

He didn't have time to question his actions, the boy had sat down and already started chatting up a storm.

“-shima.” He said brightly, unfortunately in Bakugou's thoughts he heard absolutely nothing. Maybe it was because it was the end of the world or whatever, but he was really off his game.

“Huh?” He abruptly said, cutting off the animated words currently coming from the boy's unusually sharp mouth.

“I said, my name is Kirishima!” The boy said. “Anyway, so why are you over here? I've never seen you around here. What's your name? How old are you?” Bakugou gave the boy a glare. “It's fine! You don't have to talk much, you don't seem like a talker anyway, huh explosion boy?” Bakugou felt weird, his face felt red, his head throbbed and worst of all, his heart hurt.

“Shut up shitty-hair!” He yelled, fists at his side, face ducked. The boy just cocked his head and smiled.

“I thought I already told you, my name is Kirishima!” He said, smirking and once again surprising Bakugou. He wanted to be alone but this fucking spiky-haired bastard kept blabbering in his ear. Bakugou could already imagine the verbal assault he'd give God if the last thing he heard before being obliterated was the boy's nonsense.

“Anyway! You know what I'm going to miss? Video games. I might not look like it because I'm so manly and strong, but I'm a master gamer! “ Bakugou snicked, to the boy's obvious delight. “Hell man, I bet I could run circles around you!” The boy joked, laughing over Bakugou's growling.

“I'd like to see you try, I'd beat you in any game you think you're even an ounce good at.” The snark just made the boy laugh more, and Bakugou couldn’t help but notice how good his laughter was, how it wasn’t fair at all that in an hour, no one would ever hear that laughter again. How he’d be the last one to hear it. Death made him sappy apparently. The laughter had stopped, the boy looked up, something Bakugou didn’t have the guts to follow, instead he settled for the other boy’s face.

“You know, when I thought of my death I didn’t imagine this.” His voice was soft, eyes just on the verge of watering up. “I just-” He cleared his thought and Bakugou resisted the urge to interrupt. “I just thought I’d die in a little more of a manly way, you know?” Bakugou snorted.

“And getting crushed by some shitty space rock isn’t manly?” The boy smiled and knocked his shoulder against Bakugou’s. When did he get so close?

“Not cool man, you understand what I’m saying! I wanted to die in a blazing glory after defeating some super strong villain!”

“Yeah, I get it.” He found himself saying back, did he get it though? Bakugou had never thought about his death. It wasn’t something that he thought he wouldn’t face for a while. He was so obviously wrong.

He wanted to ask the boy to leave. Why didn’t he? Bakugou never had a problem stating his mind, so why was he having trouble now? The air felt heavy around him, tense in anticipation. The streets were eerily silent, the only sound reaching his ears was the breeze against the leaves behind him and the light breathing of the boy beside him.

It would be any time now he was sure, their conversation had lulled into a simple silence. This was it. His last moments would be with some random cute boy that in any other universe would be irrelevant to him. The boy breathed deeply, prompting Bakugou to look over at the boy from his gaze at the ground, confusion swimming in his mind.

“It’s getting closer.” He simply stated. Oh.

He could do it, lift his neck higher, look into the blue sky speckled with fluffy clouds, a view he took for granted his whole life. The weight of his head held him down, the paralyzing fear of looking into his murderer, watching it come closer towards him, towards the boy next to him. His fists clenched down on the hard wood of the bench as he slowly raised his head.

His killer was strangely memorizing, he noted. It grew larger and larger, energy permeated the area. The boy let out a breath and turned to Bakugou, tears lightly falling.

“Thank you.” He simply said. The earnest words sank deep into Bakugou’s heart, filling him with an unknown feeling. He shook it off, refusing to meet the boy’s eyes. He was not going to die crying. His right hand shook and he started to unconsciously clinch and unclinch his fist.

“Hey...Kirishima.” He said, so soft he was surprised the other boy heard it, quite honestly the softest he’s ever said anything.

“Huh?” The other boy questioned, tilting his head. Bakugou closed his eyes and put his head back down, outstretching his hand hesitantly.

“Will you hold my hand?”

...

Eijirou Kirishima died without knowing Bakugou's name and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Thank you sm for reading! I really hope you enjoyed! I'm going to be writing more BNHA Bakugou fics, as well as more angsty kiribaku in the future so if you enjoyed this please keep on the lookout!

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misskikuwrites · 4 years

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Heart-to-Heart

Bederia week 2020

Day 5: Soulmates

Bede/Gloria (dressedinpinkshipping)

Gloria burst into the waiting room of the Ballonlea gym with a start, slamming the door behind her and shooting Bede a panicked look.

"Please, let me hide in here for a while!" she pleaded, stalking up to him and shooting a nervous look over her shoulder at the door. "Just for a while! Until they leave!"

"Until who leaves?" Bede frowned. "What have you done now?" He gave her an unimpressed look, and she pouted.

"Nothing! It's just - these reporters! They won't leave me alone and I just want some peace!" Gloria huffed, blowing out an exasperated puff of air. She plonked herself on the bench, her shoulders slumping. She sagged as if pulled down by a sudden surge of gravity.

Bede watched her for a moment. Studied the exhaustion on her face, the shadow in her eyes. She stared at the floor, her gaze passive as if she wasn't seeing anything at all.

"You're the Champion. A few reporters hounding you is to be expected, isn't it?"

"Try over a dozen." She sighed, dropping her head like it was a heavy weight on her neck.

He'd never seen her like this. Her voice flat and numb. The vibrant energy that followed her everywhere had faded, had become dull and lifeless. She was running on empty. She didn't look up from the floor between her feet.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Bede asked, searching her eyes for a response, a flicker of emotion in her eyes. They remained dark. "You're the Champion and a hero to Galar. I would have thought you would relish in your popularity, not run away from it."

She didn't take his bait, didn't respond to his comments with more than a shrug.

A cold trickle ran down Bede's spine. A dull ache settled in his heart at the blank depth in her eyes and he sat beside her on the bench. He clenched his hands into fists on his lap, longing to reach out and comfort her, to bring back the life, the light, in her dark eyes.

"It usually doesn't bother me this much," Gloria said, and Bede snatched away the hand he'd reached out towards her shoulder.

"Wh-What doesn't?"

"Questions about my love life…"

Bede's heart skipped. "Oh…"

Gloria sighed sheepishly. "Yeah, I didn't think you'd be interested to hear me complain about that…"

"It… It doesn't interest me in the slightest, of course but… well, if you wanted to talk about it… I suppose I could lend you my ear." He stole a deep breath, trying to calm the skittering of his heart, the flustering heat in his chest.

Gloria crossed her legs beneath her on the bench, slumping over to rest her elbows on her thighs. "It wasn't this bad until recently. After Valentine's Day it just got worse and worse and then I was seen reading the horoscope page of a magazine and now they keep asking me about my love life, if I'm dating or interested in anyone…" she grumbled in her throat, a frustrated frown narrowing her eyes. She glared at the floor as if it had personally offended her.

"They keep asking if I'm interested in Hop, or Raihan or Leon or even you sometimes!" She exhaled a sharp puff of air. "It's ridiculous!"

A swirling heat settled in Bede's chest, making it hard to breathe. "Y-Yeah, completely ridiculous…"

"And they're asking me if I'm going to take a date to the League Gala that's coming up, if I did anything for Valentine's Day - which I didn't answer, of course, because it's none of their damn business!" Gloria shouted that last part at the ceiling, a roar of frustrated defiance that started Bede. He flinched for a moment, freezing in place before she slumped again.

"I hate it… I hate it because Hop's my friend and they keep suggesting there's something between us, because they keep asking me about love only because I'm a woman…!" She faced Bede with a blazing glare. "They never asked Leon anything about his love life! He got interesting questions about the future of Galar, about his strategy and undefeated streak…" The fire in her voice slowly petered out. "They keep suggesting that Hop and I are like soulmates… like we're meant for each other because we fought Eternatus together. Because we've each got a Legendary Pokemon then that means we're somehow made for each other…" She threw her hands up in disbelief. "He's my friend. My best friend. He's… like family but they just won't listen to me…"

Bede looked at his hands, a fuzzy warmth blooming through his body. "So… you mean you don't... have feelings towards Hop?"

Gloria huffed. "Not you, too! I don't have - and never had - romantic feelings towards Hop."

"Sorry…" A cold wash of shame doused the heat on Bede's face.

"No, it's okay…" She shrugged. "I can see why you'd think that - why everyone seems to think that. But… to say that we're soulmates, that we're made for one another… it's completely ignoring our feelings, our free will to choose who we love. It's not so simple as having a soulmate who you just fit perfectly together with… Love is not that easy."

A deeper, darker pain hollowed out her eyes. There was something more to her words, something personal and painful, a wound that had never fully healed.

There was nothing Bede could say.

"Sorry," Gloria laughed suddenly, embarrassed and forceful. "I didn't mean to get all mopey on you. I guess love's a bit of a touchy subject for me." She glanced at him with a sheepish smile. "You know, I've never even been in love myself. How stupid is that!"

Her laughter, the deprecating jab at herself, drove a sliver of glass into Bede's heart. "That's not stupid."

She stopped laughing and looked at him.

"Not… not that it matters to me if you've ever been in love before, but I wouldn't call it stupid." He looked to the floor, unable to meet her surprised gaze. "If anything, something like love can be a nuisance; a distraction."

"You speaking from experience?"

Bede's heart leapt into his mouth, lodging high in his throat so he couldn't breathe.

Gloria patted his arm lightly. "Sorry, that was a poor joke. Forget it. I'm… not acting like myself today. Sorry…"

Her gaze became far-off, eyes glazing over as she stared towards the wall, unseeing and unfocused. Something swirled behind her eyes that Bede couldn't place.

"I shouldn't let it get to me like this but… it just brings so much back, stuff I thought I'd gotten over years ago and…" She sighed, resting her forehead in her hand. "I almost snapped at the reporters before I came here. They were asking me about soulmates and love at first sight and I just… if I didn't see a sky taxi land nearby then, let's just say that I might've broken a few cameras instead…"

"Why does it bother you so much?" Bede asked gently. "It's unusual to see you so irritated like this."

"It's…" She dropped her hand from her face, pain flickering in her eyes. "It's because of my Father."

Silence fell like the sudden clap of darkness in a blackout. Cold and foreign and empty. Not a breath of sound between them, not even Bede's heartbeat as it froze into ice in his chest.

Gloria fiddled with the hem of her dress. "He's… not around anymore but when I was young, I thought my parents were made for each other. I thought they'd always be together. Like soulmates." She shrugged, the movement stiff. "Maybe that's why I don't want to fall in love. I know just how much it can hurt."

Gloria raised her head, looked at Bede hesitantly, when he gently touched her arm. The nervous yet comforting gesture brought the slightest smile to her face. Her eyes softened. She rested her hand over his, curled her fingers around his hand in a silent gesture of understanding, of warmth.

"I… know how much things like that can hurt. I never knew my parents," Bede began, slowly looking away, "and the Chairman was everything to me. He sent me to the best Trainer's school, gave me my first Pokemon, a place where I thought I belonged. In the end, it was all…" A pause. He swallowed, a tight, painful lump in his throat. "He didn't even remember my name."

Gloria pulled Bede's hand from her arm and held it tight. He shot a quick glance to their joined hands before casting his eyes away.

"Everything I thought he'd given me, those birthday gifts he never forgot, the clothes and gear I'd asked for, had all been Oleana's doing. It was never him. Even this…" Bede lifted his arm, the large, golden watch sliding loosely. "It stopped long ago but I can't… bring myself to throw it away. Not yet."

Gloria squeezed his hand. "He meant a lot to you. You don't get over something like that easily."

Bede stared off for a moment. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around Gloria's in return, echoing her comforting squeeze. "I suppose so."

"Look at us, having a good ol' heart-to-heart," Gloria said, smiling gently at Bede. The beginnings of tears glistened in her eyes. She swiped the tears away with the back of her free hand. "Arceus, what is wrong with me today?"

"You seem pretty normal to me. When don't you get emotional over things?"

Gloria scoffed, but a smile grew on her face. "You are so mean!" She laughed, incredulous and light. "I don't cry that often!"

"Perhaps, but I distinctly remember you getting teary at a newly-hatched Cleffa the other day."

"It was too cute!"

"And my point has been made."

She rolled her eyes. "You've gotta release your emotions one way or another! We can't all be grumpy-pants like you all the time."

Bede raised an eyebrow at her. "Excuse me?"

Gloria laughed. "Ah, I feel much better now!" She released his hand and stretched, arching her back with a satisfied sigh. Bede's hand felt too empty, too cold. He flexed his fingers as if trying to recall the feeling of her hand in his.

She stood and turned to face him, the light in her eyes softening her smile. "Thanks Bede. I'll remember that I can escape here if they bother me again."

Bede nodded. "I'll get a staff member to check the exits before you leave. If they're still hanging around after that then I'm sure I'll come up with a way to get them to leave." A cunning smile crept up his face, a sharp glint in his eyes as an idea formed.

"Uh-oh! I think they've made an enemy of Bede," Gloria laughed. "Don't scare them too badly. I don't want you to lose all your sponsors because you terrified some pathetic reporters."

"I'm not sure I can promise to go easy on them."

"I know." She smiled at him with mirth, a giddy twitch to the corner of her mouth as she bit back a larger grin.

"Gym Leader Bede?" a staff member called, opening the door to the waiting room. "The next challenge has arrived."

"I'd wish you good luck, but I know you don't need it," Gloria said.

Bede nodded, her smile sending rays of gentle warmth through his body. A rush of energy flooded his veins. "I'll make this quick."

They shared a grin, a glance of mutual understanding, a deeper connection forged between them. A bond that had connected them long ago, threads of fate tying them together, growing stronger and stronger as they became closer and closer. A bond of their own creation. Their own decisions, their own choices.

A destiny of their own making.

#bederiaweek #bederia #dressedinpinkshipping #bede #gloria #btyu #pokemon swsh

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devintrinidad · 3 years

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HEHEHEHEHIF I RESPOND IT’LL BE A SPOILER SO I’LL LEAVE YOU THIS: - Lol yeah I figured. I’m getting used to seeing that wicked witch by now. For NIA I am curious if we’ll get to see other immune cells besides his friends interacting with 1146. Killer/Memory T comes to mind. Those two always have a weird work/friendship and I could see Memory T having some opinion on 1146’s situation. Particularly since he’s always fought Cancer too. I could easily see him being the among the ones telling 1146 to give up on 3803 and focus on his job. The guy would be pretty harsh with 1146 but at the same time deep down he’d feel some pity for 1146 losing 3803. The guy is softer then he likes to admit and he does care about 1146 and even possibly his friendship with 3803. Despite telling him he prefers 1146 to not be friends with her (the guy got jealous for a reason over them).

Basically I could see Memory T being the among the immune cells telling him to his desire to find 3803 is clouding his judgement over his job. Yet I could see him also see somehow popping up a lot to confront 1146 on his progress and even be one of the first to seriously take 1146’s claim Cancer has to be back and is the reason 3803 is gone. Maybe since it’s not exactly a secret (by the second fight at least) Cancer and 1146 have a personal dynamic with Cancer messing with him and 1146 getting really riled up over him on a deeper level. Most immune cells who saw think 1146 is finally cracking under the trauma Cancer and other stressful events have put him through. 3803 going missing was just the straw that broke the camels back. I could see Memory T starting out in that camp but also towards the end giving 1146 the benefit of a doubt out of respect for his past successes just incase 1146 is right.

So Memory T wouldn’t be that supportive. But he’d be a busybody in constantly getting on 1146’s case about his tunnel vision on 3803 being missing and Cancer having a impact on him. He’d say harsh things to keep 1146 on the job, even harsh things about his feelings for 3803. But Memory T would also deep down be worried for 1146. Maybe the first time they find Cancer it’s because, despite being put on a different mission, 1146 shoves his way to a mission/area he’s not suppose to be in just because he just knows Cancer might be there (weird stuff going on that reminds him of Cancer’s first strike). Memory T finds him and almost reports him until he decides to give in to 1146’s demands to trust him. 1146 is the one who finds Cancer first and thus begins the several cycles of Cancer vs the Immune system.

Afterwards when 3803 is in the infirmary and a still recovery1146 is trying to visit her (but can’t because a bunch of protective Macrophages won’t let him anywhere near her and also want him to rest more). Memory T shows up to chat with 1146. He sits in the waiting room with 1146 despite both knowing Macrophage won’t let 3803 have any immune cell visitors (besides Macrophages). He gives a despondent 1146 a report on how the body is doing and gives him the message that the higher ups want to apologize and congratulate 1146 personally on being right about Cancer’s return and fighting to prove it despite no one besides his squad believing him. 1146 just gives a indifferent thanks and stares at the floor, holding the key he used to unlock 3803. Memory T notices this and gruffly asks about 3803, because Commander T wanted to know, of course! 1146 can’t say much other then she’s going to make it. Memory T finds the silence awkward and asks why Cancer took 3803 and didn’t kill her. 1146 keeps giving him vague answers and obviously has deeper thoughts about this then he’s letting on.

Memory T acts gruff and uncaring but is obviously concerned about 1146 and if 1146 wasn’t injured, he’d punched him until he got more of a reaction then a grunt. Instead he gives 1146 a rare genuine response by telling him 3803 and possibly the body itself is only alive because of him so he better never show that dour and upsetting face to 3803 after everything she’s been through - or he will punch him if he makes 3803 cry instead of keeping her happy like he wants to. Otherwise he’s wasting everyone’s time. That actually cracks a brief smile out of 1146 and he thanks Memory T for the advice.

Or something like that. I could see a bunch immune cells give 1146 a hard or unsympathetic time after several cycles of not finding 3803 and claiming there’s a threat no one can find. But then when he’s proven right and Cancer has been taken care of again, a lot of them might show 1146 more respect and even show a softer side to 3803’s wellbeing as a way to repay 1146 for what he did. Might be why instead of killing Cancer on the spot, the immune cells let 1146 let Cancer walk away long enough to locate 3803. From what they’ve seen, 1146 suffered a lot during this so they decided to have his back and trust he knows what he’s doing. Plus they owe it to 3803 too for abandoning her to a fate worse then death.

Honestly I think what Cancer did to 3803 would confuse and horrify the immune cells on a level they’ve never been prepared for. Cancer is already this sick monster. But he abducted a helpless RBC that they’re suppose to protect and tortured her for many cycles. Not even planning on killing her despite being his nature to do so. Honestly such behavior would be totally unnatural and unheard of to them. They’d probably record everything 3803 told the Macrophages about her time with him and study it like crazy. They’re used to cells being corrupted or killed. They are not at all used to cells being abducted and kept alive and uncorrupted as a plaything/possession to the enemy. I could even see memory T toning down his harshness and treating her better, like asking 1146 how she’s doing (as a profession, cough) or even keeping tabs on her while she’s out and about if she’s near his patrol route. He’d never talk to her (so she’d have no idea he was even there) but he’d look after her as best as he could. He doesn’t think 1146 could handle losing her again on a emotional level. Yes Memory T is a softy deep deep down and he knows he’d like to protect the special bond between 1146 and 3803 he secretly jealous of. Not that he’d ever admit it or even prioritize it openly. He settles for giving 1146 a hard time if he’s too mopey around her or doesn’t protect her enough (so long as the body gets main priority). Because if 1146 is going to invest so much into her he better do his best by her.

So… yeah I think 1146 isn’t the only one who came out unnerved by Cancer’s latest attack. What Cancer did to 3803 would be something the immune cells would have a hard time understanding. 1146 would probably be the only one to come to the conclusion Cancer wanted her so he’d be less lonely or something. =/

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So you’re already used to that, huh???

Hehehehehe.

In all seriousness, I will be focusing more on the main trio, but some immune cells and others of the ensemble cast will make an appearance. I won’t say who, but get ready for some revealing character interactions and heartfelt confessions. (maybe.)

#cells at work #Hataraku saibou #caw #caw anon #anon ask #devintrinidad #devintrinidad author #devin trinidad author #devin trinidad #submission

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solara-bean · 5 years

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A Talk With The Prime Himself

(Reader insert-ish)

I stood by in the entrance of the warehouse, one foot outside the ajar door and my shoulder resting on the other. I heard the calm rhythm of the rain against the forest floor and trees. With each subtle gust of wind, a spray of mist cooled my face. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh of content. Nothing could ruin this peaceful moment.

" Is there something troubling you?"

Ok you'd think a giant, metal robot breaking the silence would, but his deep, gentle voice did the exact opposite.

I turned slightly and made eye contact with Optimus over my shoulder. It wasn't too hard to find his glowing, blue optics in the dark.

" No. Why do you ask?"

He came a step closer. How he managed to do so with little sound, or sneak up on me to begin with, baffled me.

" You are normally in stasis at this hour. The others, including Ratchet, are deep in slumber if I might add."

I grinned. Of course he checked on everyone before heading to bed. If he ever slept that is. He was always the first one up and usually the last one, besides Ratchet, who was still up working on a datapad late in the night. He never showed any signs of fatigue so maybe he did rest every now and then. That or he was just good at hiding it.

" I just wanted to see the rain is all."

" I see...do you mind if I join you?"

I shrugged.

" Not at all."

We stood and watched the rain with the door fully open. I thought back on the first time Optimus had seen rain. We were on the open road when all of a sudden he'd panicked at the first drop on his windshield. Speeding to the nearest shelter, with the rest of the Autobots in tow, I found myself cluttered under a rock formation with them.

I'd barely gotten the chance to ask what was the matter in the mist of it, so I did once they'd seemed to calm down. Ratchet didn't hesitate to scold me on not mentioning earth's toxic rain. Which of course rose many questions. Optimus took the liberty of answering them, still clutching me to his chassis, as the others stared fearfully at the downpour.

I kindly asked him to put me down, then proceeded to step into the rain despite their protests. Once they all saw that I was indeed not burning alive, one by one they came out of the shelter. We'd probably spent a half an hour playing in the rain. By which I mean Ratchet watched as the others, especially Bumblebee, ran around and jumped in mud puddles. Optimus, however, kept his head titled to the clouds, optics shut. I'd never seen him more at peace.

It was one of my fondest memories of them. Optimus had even kept the cab's heater on so that I wouldn't get sick. Although I could've dealt without paying for all of them to got to the car wash.

After what couldn't have been more than six minutes, the rain came to a slow stop.

" Huh......I thought it would last longer." I whispered.

" I did as well."

Oh right, I keep forgetting how sharp their hearing is. It really doesn't help for those who think out loud a lot.

" Well," I stretched out my back with a groan. " Guess I should head to bed." I began to walk towards my room before pausing to see if he was heading to his. He was still looking out the door.

" Are you staying up?"

He blinked as if coming out of deep thought.

" I was contemplating on watching the stars. The sky seems to be clearing faster than I expected."

" Oh, well don't stay up too late. Can't have our fearless leader falling asleep during his own speech."

His shoulders shook as he let out a small chuckle. It was a sound I rarely heard, which probably added to why it was one of my favorites.

" You have my word. I hope you have a pleasant stasis."

" You too. Goodnight." I only made it ten steps before turning back around. " Actually I have an idea."

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Optimus strolled through the forest, his peds creating a soft smush sound on the rain-drenched grass, while I sat on his shoulder. I don't when the habit started, but whenever given the chance I'd find myself situated on his shoulder. Sometimes, I did so to chat with him, others was just to have a comfortable place to read or on occasion nap.

Optimus didn't seem to mind at all. He was normally the one to put me up there if I couldn't reach. No one seemed to question our ritual either. A few perplexed glances at first, but that was it. It felt nice though, having the privilege of being this close to him, his presence calming me. The view was nice as well.

We soon arrived at a cliff in one of the clearings. It overlooked the rest of the expansive forest, trees seeming to go on for ages. However, our view was turned upwards.

The stars were brighter than I'd ever seen them. Growing up in the city truly deprived me of such a sight. If only I knew every constellation.

" Are you enjoying the view?" I asked him. He was now sitting on the edge, peds dangling. His posture inclined backwards enough so that I wouldn't slip off of him.

" Immensely." he replied, optics not leaving the sky.

We sat there for several moments in a peaceful silence, besides the occasional cricket. Then I remembered something that I'd been wondering for a while.

" Do you.....like it here on earth?"

" Yes. Why do you ask?"

I looked to the ground.

" It's just that...I can't imagine needing to leave my planet then settling on another and starting over. It just seems so...terrifying."

He hummed in thought. His audiual fins twitching slightly and quite adorably.

" It was a challenge, settling here, but I've come to admire this planet dearly."

I smiled, but it soon turned back into a frown.

" I wish that this war didn't happen."

He turned to me sharply, as if concerned.

" Are you sure that you're alright? First you stay up later than usual and now this."

" I'm fine I just," I groaned and sunk my head into my hands. " I just keep thinking about how better your lives would have been if you weren't at war. I know that my time with you has barely been a fraction compared to long it's been going on, but even to me it's becoming tiresome. You've all gone through so much and you deserve to be happy yet...."

" Yet?" he pressed on.

I sighed.

" Yet everytime I think about the war not happening, I get sad. Your conflict with the Cons is the only reason why you came to earth. So if it never happened then...."

" ...Then we never would have met you." he continued.

" Exactly," I let out a quiet, sorrowful laugh. " Isn't that selfish? Me getting all mopey over you being happy without me."

I could feel my eyes sting with oncoming tears. Come on! Now is not the time to cry. Not in front of Optimus of all people.

" I don't think it's selfish at all."

I was taken aback and made eye contact with him again.

" Really?"

" Of course, in fact, you're one of the most selfless beings I have ever had the honor of meeting. If anything, I'm the one who has been selfish."

" What?! Optimus I think you of all people are incapable of being selfish."

He gave me a small smile. It held a bit of guilt to it.

" You have done everything in your power to help us even though you are merely a bystander in this war. You have put your life on the line countless times for our sake and I have not repaid you in any way. I haven't even been able to protect you properly." his field radiated with regret. I'm still surprised that I can feel it. Not as strongly as a cybertronian would, but there was still a faint feeling when were close. Since that was often, I've learned to distinguish each emotion. Regret, however, was rare, especially directed towards me.

" I won't deny that there have been close calls," I felt a chill go up my spine at the memory of Megatron grabbing me, much harsher than any of the Bots. I had been sure that I'd die then and there in his cold, tight grasp. " But you have repaid me. Countless times actually."

His audial fins perked up.

" I have?"

" Of course you have. Do have any clue how in a funk I was before you guys arrived. I was lonely too but I guess thats on me for living in the woods. But when you showed up, it's like everything was new. By showing you my world I realized just how much I love it. Some people not so much, but the goods ones for sure. Then I was able to further my knowledge, learn about an alien race, make new friends AND fight killer robots,"

I caught my breath which soon turned to short giggle.

" Opty, I'd say you paid me in full before you even owed me. " I still can't believe he lets me call him that.

For a while he just stared at me fondly and I did the same.

" When all of this is over. When everything is safe here on earth....I'm going to take you to Cybertron."

My head whipped to face him although he was still looking at the sky, determination in his optics.

" Really...?" I muttered in disbelief. " You'd...you'd do that? You'd take me there?"

He turned to me and nodded.

" If it's to repay me then you don't need to. It would be too much of a hassle and what would the others think of you bringing an organic? As a Prime no less!"

He stared at me intently before raising his servo and cluthing me gently. It's what he normally did when I was distressed.

" I'm not taking you to my home because I feel that I need to. I'm taking you because I want to. I want you to experience my world as I've experienced yours. And ....to be completely honest...I...."

I gingerly touched his digit to urge him on.

" I don't think I'm quite ready to part ways with you either....For this to be over..."

We both didn't need to ponder on what this was. We never did and probably never will. Whatever it was it was certainly mutual. The Bots knew too. Probably even the Cons.

" I don't think I ever will..." I leaned my head against his faceplate and he nudged back, optics closing in content.

" I can't promise that you'll be accepted. I can't promise that it'll be all that you hoped. And I can't promise that I'll survive to be able to take you....but I promise that I'll try...with all my spark." he whispered with his optics still shut.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I let a few fall.

" You have to promise one more thing. And not as a Prime or even an Autobot. Just as you and only you."

" And what would that be?"

"....that you'll never forget me, no matter what happens."

He chuckled. Almost sadly as if realizing what I meant. That even if he did survive my lifespan would dwarf his. It was inevitable.

" How could I promise such a thing? Primus himself couldn't stop me from forgetting you."

And he didn't.

He never did.

#optimus prime #optimus #orion pax #g1 transformers #idw transformers #optimus prime x reader #fluff #reader insert #honestly whatever version of op #a lil oc-ish for future writes

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groce-marie · 5 years

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What a Beautiful Wedding - Sanders Sides One Shot

Hi! So this is sorta the first fic thing I’ve ever written ever, so please give me feedback. It’s also a very vent-y fic about ~certain~ events that have happened in my life recently. I hope y’all enjoy it!

Also big thanks to my beta reader @cup_of_nk aka @mynameiswha . She’s the reason it actually makes sense.

Warnings: Deceit (his name is Dorian Grey), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Let Me Know If I Missed Any!

Roman loved love.

His favorite movies were always romantic comedies. He claimed his favorite book genre was fantasy, but his guilty pleasure were the romance books you’d buy at the grocery store. He’d remember gawking at the stunning, shirtless men on the covers, wondering when his own prince would come. For a while, he believed he already had.

What a fool I was, he thought bitterly, taking a long sip. He grimaced as the vodka burned its way down his throat. He was never one to drink alone, but tonight he made an exception.

As a lover of the romance, it was quite uncharacteristic of him to be glaring at his newly wed friends. The friends he had set up so many years ago.

The wedding had been perfect. Lee and Mary Lee had trusted their romantic friend to plan everything for them, and Roman had exceeded expectations. The venue was gorgeous, the flowers were beautiful, and yet Roman wasn’t enjoying any of it. The only thing he was enjoying was the open bar that Lee and Mary Lee insisted on. Granted, at the time he thought it was in bad taste-- “a place for mopey people to mope,” he had told them, “A wedding is something to celebrate.” Yet here he was, on a first name basis with the bartender, sitting alone at his table, scowling at his closest friends as they shoved cake into each other’s mouths.

Stop staring, and start smiling. You’ll get wrinkles if you frown too much, Roman reminded himself as he gulped down the rest of his drink. In an attempt to avert his gaze, his eyes fell on the empty seat next to him. The little paper placard read “Plus One”. He was tempted to tear it to pieces. Instead, he headed back towards the bar.

The seat beside him was supposed to be reserved for his boyfriend, Dorian Grey. Dorian, the love of Roman’s life. Nearly three years ago, Roman had stumbled upon the most handsomest prince in the world, and had fallen madly in love. He thought Dorian had too, because Dorian said he did. “Why would I lie to the second most handsome prince in the world?” he would tell him late at night, when Roman’s insecurities ate at him the most. During those late nights, they’d discuss wedding venues, themes, and even baby names. After Lee and Mary Lee had gotten hitched, Roman considered the same. He even bought the ring. What a waste of money.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet,” Dorian had said, arms entangled with another, in the bed they used to share. Roman wanted to scream, to punch the wall, to punch the stranger that had ruined his happily ever after. But instead, Roman had remained silent as the two scrambled for their clothes. Once the other man had left, Dorian became frantic. “It was a mistake,” he said. “It’s the depression,” he said. “I’ll do anything,” he said.“You know I love you.”

All Roman could think about was the ring in the nightstand.

“Can’t you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

He wanted to. He wanted it to go back to the way things were. He wanted to go back downstairs and pretend none of it happened. But it wouldn’t change the fact that Roman’s heart had shattered. And he couldn’t piece it together enough to forgive Dorian.

Now, a month later, Roman was alone at a wedding. He had gotten another drink from Logan, who nodded in thanks as he placed a dollar bill in the tip jar. Lee and Mary Lee were now sharing the first dance as husband and wife. Most people were watching with soft smiles on their faces. Roman, however, was watching it with tears in his eyes and an uneasy stomach. A result of the vodka, or the memories, he couldn’t tell.

The worst part was that Roman didn’t hate Dorian. He wanted to. It would be so much easier if he did. But he couldn’t, not after being so head-over-heels in love with him. What he did hate, however, was how jealous Roman had become over Lee and Mary Lee’s happily ever after. He deserved one too.

Or did he?

I should text him, Roman thought, the anger spreading inside his chest like a virus. I should text him what I think of him. So, Roman pulled out his phone, and began drafting a lengthy, strongly worded text to his ex lover.

“All right,” The DJ announced as Lee and Mary Lee finished their dance. “Can I have all of the other love birds on the dance floor please?” Several couples joined Lee and Mary Lee, and the DJ put on yet another cheesy love song. Roman’s thumbs idled over the send button. It was their song. With a loud groan, Roman dropped his head on the table.

“Same,” A deep voice suddenly spoke next to him. “Weddings make me want to kill myself too.” Roman jumped, and turned to see his new companion. He was sitting in the reserved empty seat next to Roman, and the first thing he noticed was his striking grey eyes. What a pity it looked like he hadn’t slept in the past few years. Roman knew Lee and Mary Lee pretty well, and yet he didn’t recognize the stranger next to him.

“Oh jeez, you look worse than I thought,” He stated so bluntly. Roman scoffed, cheeks hot in indignation.

“That’s rich, coming from someone who looks like they’re headed to a funeral!” Roman instantly retaliated.

“Hey man, the night’s still young,” he said with a smirk. “Can’t say the same thing about you, though.”

“I am only twenty-eight years old!”

“Well, if you keep frowning like that you’re going to get wrinkles.”

Roman gasped. “Well, at least I fit my suit! Did your mommy rent that for you? Huh, Hot Topic?”

Another shit-eating grin. “Aw, you think I’m hot.”

Unbelievable! What was with this guy?

Roman sighed deeply, giving up, and lifted his glass. “Can’t you let me drown my sorrows in peace, whoever you are?”

“But what’s the fun in that?”

Roman rolled his eyes, and took a sip.

“The name’s Virgil, by the way,” he commented, plucking Roman’s placard off the table. He glanced up at him through his bangs. “Roman Prince, right?”

Roman decided to ignore him. Maybe he’ll go away.

A silence fell between them as they watched the other guests enjoy themselves on the dance floor. Virgil reached for his purple tie, and loosened it. Roman watched the motions of the man’s hand as it ran through his hair. Huh, he matched his tie to his hair. Interesting...fashion choice, Roman thought to himself. Virgil’s hand was… large. He propped his chin on said hand, and Roman couldn’t help but notice how strong his jawline was. Quick, stop staring, he admonished himself, tearing his eyes away.

“Do I really look that pathetic?” Roman finally asked.

“What?”

“Never mind,” Roman muttered, staring back down at the half empty vodka soda in his hands.

“Are you the Roman that planned this whole thing?” Virgil asked, changing topics. Roman set down his drink.

“That’s me,” Roman boasted with a smile.

“No wonder it’s so lame.” Roman gasped and clutched his chest like he had been shot.

“Excuse me,” He exclaimed. “This wedding is not lame! The venue is breathtaking, the weather is perfect-”

“The ceremony took so long,” Virgil interrupted.

“It’s a wedding,” Roman screeched, “What were you expecting?!”

“Let’s just face facts,” Virgil said with a wide grin. Roman could tell Virgil was enjoying seeing him all riled up. “Weddings are just outdated, overly expensive pageantry.”

“Uh, no,” Roman passionately disagreed. “A wedding is an event centered around the union of two people who love each other unconditionally. We get to watch them take the next step in their relationship. They vow to be devoted, loyal, and honest to each other for as long as they live. A wedding is sacred, romantic, heartwarming-”

“I hear you,” Virgil interrupts. “But you’re not looking at the big picture. A wedding is two people inviting you to sit in a crowd of strangers, watch them shove cake into each other’s mouths, make out a little bit, and tell each other how much they love each other while dressed like a butler and a princess. You’re shamed if you don’t go, and you regret coming if you do.”

Roman was quiet.

“I mean, look at you. Look at me.” Virgil gestured to himself. “We aren’t exactly enjoying this.”

“How can you hate love so much?” Roman snapped.

“I never said I hated it. I’m happy my cousin Mary Lee found someone as great as Lee. They deserve their happily ever after. Everyone does.”

“Do we?” Roman asked quietly.

Virgil looked at him. “Well yeah, I never said you were wrong. A wedding can be everything you said, and everything I said.” Roman doesn’t respond. Virgil glances down at the “Plus One” placard in front of him. “I guess I’m sitting in someone else’s seat.”

Roman’s head snapped toward the placard in Virgil’s hands.

“Well, since he’s not using it,” Virgil said as he tore the placard to pieces. Roman goes to stop him, but he hesitates. Why is he still defending him? Virgil’s right, Dorian wasn’t using it. The little paper pieces piled up on the table.

“By the way,” Virgil added, “You don’t look that pathetic. On a scale from 1-10, 10 being super pathetic, you’re a solid six.”

Roman laughed. “I guess that’s better than a ten.”

“Well, on a different scale, I’d say you’re a solid ten.”

“Only ten?” Roman teased.

“Don’t push it, Princey.”

A pop song with a catchy beat came on. Virgil suddenly stood, and extended his hand out to Roman.

“I’m not much of a dancer. But you look like you’d enjoy it. So let’s go dance.”

With a smile, Roman took Virgil’s hand. Virgil dragged him onto the dance floor, abandoning Roman’s forgotten drink on the table.

The two of them danced their hearts out. Roman sang along to all of the songs: he made the playlist after all. He could tell Virgil seemed uncomfortable, but Virgil stayed with him. It was a kind gesture. Roman would be lying if he said he didn’t notice how handsome Virgil looked when he smiled.

When the DJ announced that the final song was a slow song, Roman pulled Virgil close to him.

“You’re not that bad of a dancer, ya know?” Roman said.

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to put that on my resume.”

The two swayed to the beat. Virgil looked up at Roman.

“What are you doing after this?” Virgil asked. Roman’s cheeks flushed a dark red. Oh.

“You tell me.” He said, and god did he love seeing Virgil smile.

For the first time in his life, Roman felt like the most handsomest prince in the world.

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Best. Job. Ever 10/13

Summary: Reader gets a job on the set of Spider-Man: Far from Home for the 3 weeks they are shooting in New York City as what she thinks is a production assistant, but a twist of fate has her reassigned as Tom Holland’s personal assistant. As she & Tom grow close during filming, will their budding friendship turn to more or will they go their separate ways after filming concludes?

Warnings: Language, but that’s pretty much it? This is basically a PG-13 rom-com. (Legal) alcohol use as well but since it’s legal do I really need to tag it?

Word Count: 1307 for chapter 10.

Author’s Note: As this was written WAY before Spider-Man: Far from Home was released (actually before Avengers: Endgame was as well) I’ve kept plot details and which scene was being shot on what day extremely vague. Also, I’m American but tried to write Tom as British as possible, although I do think he’d try to stay(ish) in character and use as much American slang as he could while he’s still playing Peter.

Chapter-Specific Author’s Note: We’re getting closer to the end!

Requests are always open!

Cross-posted at AO3.

Y/N woke up late the next morning feeling miserable. Her last conversation with Tom came rushing back to her like a speeding train. Ugh. Get over it. It’s for the best.

She picked up her phone and unlocked it, quickly scrolling through her social media. To her immense relief, it didn’t appear that anyone had figured out that she was the woman in the picture of Tom at the nightclub. She flew through a shower and sent Tom a quick text. Running a few minutes behind. I’ll be there ASAP.

After a few seconds, her phone chimed with a text. Ok.

A lump formed in Y/N's throat. Who knew that such a short text could make her feel like she'd been stabbed in the gut? That's the problem, she thought. Tom never sends such short texts.

She groaned and chastised herself. Quit acting like a mopey teenager. Just get through this next week.

She ran downstairs, got her & Tom’s coffee, and ran back upstairs to Tom’s room. She knocked and Tom answered the door looking like he hadn’t slept a wink. He took his coffee from Y/N with a mumbled ‘thank you’ and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

The ride to set was quiet, with Tom texting on his phone the entire way there. When they arrived to set, Tom finally spoke. “Could you please bring me another coffee with my croissant?” he asked quietly.

Y/N nodded. “Sure. We made good time getting to set so you don't have to be in hair and makeup yet, so I'll… meet you in your trailer?”

Tom nodded. “Ok.”

Y/N let out a deep breath as Tom walked away. This week was going to be hell.

She got Tom's breakfast and coffee and knocked on his door.

“Come in,” he replied.

Y/N set Tom's breakfast down and sat across from him.

Tom thanked her and took a sip of his coffee, but mostly picked at his pastry.

Y/N wondered if she had upset Tom somehow but then pushed the thought out of her mind. He must just be having an off day.

After a while they headed to hair and makeup where Tom's stylist took a look at him and said, “you're making me actually work today.”

Y/N had been reviewing the day's shooting schedule again so she missed Tom glancing over at her in the mirror when he said, “Yeah, just didn't sleep well last night.”

Once Tom was ready they headed to set and got through filming the morning's scenes. By lunch Tom was almost back to his cheerful self, except that he was more professional and a bit less overly friendly than usual toward Y/N.

The afternoon filming went as scheduled and soon it was time to head back to the hotel.

Y/N had ordered food to be delivered to the front desk and had paid with her credit card so they just picked it up on their way in and headed straight to Y/N's room.

They ate and made small talk, but it still wasn't quite like the rapport they had built up over the last few weeks. Finally the long stretches of awkward silence started to get to Y/N.

“Hey, are we okay?” she blurted out.

Tom looked up from a bite of lo mein in surprise. He swallowed and asked, “what do you mean?”

Y/N bit her lip. “You've seemed… off… today, and it kind of only seems to be around me. If I've done anything to upset you--” she stopped as a thought hit her. “I didn't tip anyone off to where we'd be Saturday night, if that's what you've been thinking.”

Tom shook his head. “No, I didn't think that. I know you wouldn't invade my privacy like that. More than likely someone just recognized me and posted the picture on Instagram and it got picked up by the gossip blogs.”

“I'm sorry you have to deal with that.” Y/N placed her hand over Tom's, then quickly removed it when she realized what she had done.

Tom gave her a wan smile. “Part of the job, I guess.” He shrugged. “But to answer your question, yes, we're fine. I'm just dealing with some things.”

They finished eating and cleaned up.

“Look, I'm going to turn in early because I'm totally knackered, but I'll see you tomorrow?” Tom said.

Y/N nodded. “Okay, see you tomorrow.”

Tom turned as if to go, then turned back around and gave Y/N a brief hug. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled as she hugged him back. “'Night, Tom.”

As Tom left, Y/N thought that maybe the final week of shooting wouldn't be so bad after all.

She checked her phone and upon seeing a missed call from Laura, realized that she had forgotten to take it off of silent after they had left set that afternoon.

She hit the call back button and Laura answered almost immediately. “Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey, Laura, sorry I missed your call. I forgot my phone on silent.”

“That's okay,” Laura said. “Soooo, tell me more about your hookup with Mr. Hottie McBritish.”

Y/N laughed. “First off, it was just a kiss; definitely not a hookup. Secondly, nothing happened. I told him that we could just forget about it, that it was a drunken mistake.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I panicked, okay? He wanted to talk about it and I just knew that he was going to give me the ‘let’s just be friends’ speech, so I panicked and out came the word vomit.”

Laura sighed. “Oh, Y/N. You blew off this incredibly hot guy who's totally into you because you think he’s too good for you and that someone like him could never be interested in someone like you, right?”

Damn Laura for knowing me so well. “Why would he be interested in someone like me? I’m nobody.”

“How could he NOT be interested in you?” Laura replied. “You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re one of the best people I know, you’re kind-hearted, and you’re amazing at anything you put your mind to. Besides, I don’t think that most celebrities spend THAT much time with their assistants. From what you’ve told me, you two have pretty much spent every waking moment together for the past two weeks, and even some non-waking moments as well. I definitely think he’s interested.”

Y/N groaned. “I really screwed up, didn’t I?”

“Yes. Yes you did.”

“Gee, thanks for being so honest, Laur.”

Laura laughed gently. “That’s what I’m here for, sweetie.”

“But I mean, what were we supposed to do, date for a week? Filming will be over then Tom will be going back to London to live his life while I’ll be going to California to start my job. And I’m his assistant. There has to be some sort of ethical violation here.”

“You know, there are these wonderful inventions called telephones and computers that are used to communicate, Y/N, and these big steel things called airplanes that fly from London to L.A. and back. And please, loads of people hook up with their assistants. Besides like you said yourself, you're only his assistant for another week.”

“I don’t know, Laur. I think it’s best if I just leave well enough alone.”

Laura groaned. “Shoot, I have to go but I just wanna say real quick that I think you’re making a mistake not telling him that you’re interested in giving it a go with him, because you know what they say: drunk words are sober thoughts.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Laur.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Y/N hung up and shook her head. Tom would be better off with someone from his world. She figured just being friends was the best.

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#tom holland rpf #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fanfic #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction

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winchesterprincessbride · 5 years

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The Parent Trap-Part 5

Part 1 My Master List

Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)

A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!

Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence. They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl. Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York. The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?

A/N/N: The girls' thoughts are in italics

Mary

New York City was like nothing Mary had ever seen before. There were people everywhere, and the sounds and smells of the Big Apple were nothing like California. There was a frenetic vibe here that was completely different from anything on the West Coast.

“So Carlos has been asking me pretty much every day when you were coming home.” you told Mary conversationally. “He’s been pretty mopey since you’ve been gone.”

Carlos. He’s Annie’s friend that lives next door. I got this!

“He just missed having someone to walk to the garage with him,” Mary said lightly, looking to you for your reaction.

You grinned at her. “Well, someone has to make sure he doesn’t eat his Dad’s dinner on the way. He is a growing boy.”

Conversation flowed easily as the two of you sat in the snarl of traffic out of the airport. After what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up to a quaint, old building with dark marbled stairs worn smooth from years of feet, and tall narrow windows overlooking the street. Many of those windows held boxes filled with flowers, and Mary was enchanted. It was a scene right out of “West Side Story”, one of her favorite musicals.

She was struggling to drag Annie’s bag up from the curb when she felt a hand grab it. Whirling around in surprise, her eyes met those of a tall muscular boy and she froze for a second.

“ ‘bout time you’re back from wilderness prison!” He said with a smirk. “So I guess you didn’t get eaten by a bear, huh?”

Inside, Mary was panicking. Who is this? I think it’s Carlos., but I’m not 100% sure, so I’ll just play along until he clues me in. He’s cute, like really, really cute. I hope he IS Carlos.

“Yeah, you wish. I’ll try to get eaten by a bear next time,” she replied with Annie’s typical sass. “So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?” she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him.

“Nah, same old same old.” The boy replied with a shrug, still giving no clue to his identity.

As you headed up the front steps, you turned and spoke. “ I know how much you like my beef stew, Carlos. Why don’t you come over for dinner? I made it for Annie’s first dinner back.”

Carlos nodded. “Sure Ms. C. I just gotta let my Ma know.”

He carried the bag to the top of the steps, and Mary grabbed for the handle, accidentally taking his hand in hers. His hand was huge with long callused fingers. She yelped and dropped his hand like it was on fire, hoping that you didn’t notice the awkward moment.

You gestured towards your daughter. “Are you coming, or would you rather fight Carlos for your bag?”

“What? No! I’m right behind you.” Mary insisted.

“See you later, Carlos. Say hi to your Mom for me!” you called over your shoulder.

You were already on your way down the hall. Mary grabbed her bag and ran to catch up. She turned to look back. Carlos was still standing in the doorway staring after her, a confused look on his face.

The text message alert beeped on her phone, and Mary pulled it out of her pocket and scanned it quickly.

Dad has been “seeing someone”. She is coming to dinner tonight. Call to discuss. 11PM your time.

“Oh no!” Mary whispered. This could ruin everything! She quickly sent back a reply.

OK. Talk tonight. We need a plan.

Annie

The car headed up the long driveway and stopped in front of a sprawling split-level house. A large black and white dog came bounding out the door jumping around excitedly and barking. “Juliet, calm down you maniac!” A pretty blond woman said as she emerged from the house.

“Mary! Thank goodness you’re back! Finally another woman around here besides Juliet! I’ve missed you, Kid. Oh my god! Let me see your hair!” She took Annie’s hands, and Annie did an obligatory spin for her before she was pulled in for a hug.

“Hi, Donna! I missed you too!” Annie said as she hugged the housekeeper warmly. Mary had shared how close she was to Donna, and Annie could already tell she was going to like her.

“I LOVE it!” Donna pronounced. “So chic! Who cut it?” She asked as she fingered it.

“One of my bunk-mates,” Annie said offhandedly, not mentioning any names.

“Juliet sure missed you! She pouted in your room the whole time you were gone. Jules! Mary is home!” Donna called to the dog who was chasing something across the yard.

I am Mary. I am Mary. I am Mary.

“Hey, Juliet! Come here, baby!” Annie called, and the dog came running. Before Juliet reached her, she stopped in front of her and looked at Annie warily.

“Jules, it’s Mary! What is wrong with you?” Sam asked as he joined them.

Oh, crap! The dog knows I’m not Mary!

Annie ran to Juliet, fell to her knees, and hugged her. “I missed you so much! Do I smell like the woods?” She kissed Juliet’s head, and the dog licked her face once and trotted off. There was an awkward silence.

“That was weird.” Uncle Dean finally said after a moment. “Got anything to eat, Donna? I’m starving!”

“What else is new?” Donna grumbled. “I can make some sandwiches.” Come help me, Mary. I want to hear all about camp!” Donna held out her hand, and Annie grabbed it and headed toward the house.

“We’ll be up as soon as we get the bags from the car,” Sam told Donna and he and Dean headed back toward Dean’s car.

“So Dad’s been seeing someone? What’s up with that? Who is she?” Annie asked, looking behind her to see if Sam and Dean were coming.

“Don’t even get me started on her,” Donna said with a toss of her shoulder as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed sandwich fixings and put them on the counter.

“Come on Donna….spill it!” Annie whispered eagerly.

Donna sighed, seemingly wrestling with herself. “Okay, fine. He met her at some charity thing. Her name is Ruby. She is pretty, yeah, but she is so not his type! I know a gold digger when I see one. But your Dad’s been so lonely and he looks at her like she hung the moon.”

“Shhhh...Here they come!” Annie hissed.

“I hate airport food!” Dean exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, and Annie and Donna quickly separated. Annie tried not to look guilty.

“Well don’t eat too much, because I’m making a special dinner tonight.“ Donna reminded him, not looking happy about it.

Annie turned to Sam as he entered behind Dean. “So Dad? Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”

“And I’m outta here!” Dean said quickly, grabbing his plate and bolting from the kitchen.

“Coward!” Donna called after him. “I’m gonna give you two some privacy, I think.” She said as she gave Sam a telling look. “We’ll catch up later, okay, Mary?”

Annie nodded as she waited for her father to speak. He took a deep breath. “Mary, honey, you have been my whole world for as long as I can remember. But as fun, as that’s been, I��ve missed being with someone.”

I’ll try playing dumb, see where that gets me. Annie thought.

“But Daddy, you have lots of friends! And you always have Uncle Dean.” Annie said earnestly.

Sam frowned slightly. “I know, Mary. That’s not what I mean. I miss being with someone, romantically.”

Annie smiled sweetly. “But you were involved with someone romantically. My mother. But you never talk about her, do you?”

“Now Mary….” Sam began.

Annie stood up abruptly. “I’m gone two weeks, and you suddenly have a girlfriend? What’s next, we’re moving to Alaska? I can’t believe this, are you TRYING to ruin my life, Dad?” Throwing her plate in the sink, she started to yell to throw Sam off his game. “I bet you planned this whole camp thing to get me out of the way so you could shack up with your GIRLFRIEND while I was out of the way, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”

Sam looked utterly gobsmacked. He had no idea what was happening. One minute they were having a normal conversation, and now Mary was screaming. What the hell was going on?

The next thing he knew, he was in the kitchen by himself, and he could hear Mary stomping up the stairs to her room. “I HATE YOU!” He heard her yelling.

Dean returned now that the coast was clear. “She seems thrilled about Ruby.” He deadpanned to his brother.

“I haven’t even told her yet,” Sam said quietly.

“What now?” Dean asked. “Then what was all the screaming about?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t. One minute I’m telling her I miss being with someone, then she brings up Y/N, then she’s screaming and stomping away.” Sam looked worried.

Dean sat down across from Sam, looking thoughtful for a moment. “She brought up Y/N? What did she say exactly?”

“Something about how I never talk about her, and then she accused me of sending her to camp to get her out of the way so I could “shack up” with Ruby. She’s never yelled at me like that before.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “She sounded just like her.”

“Like who?” Dean asked, confused.

“Like Y/N,” Sam said sadly, memories washing over him.

“Better get used to it, man. She’s a teenager. Are you sure this dinner tonight is a good idea?” Dean questioned. “Maybe give her a day or two to simmer down.”

Sam shook his head. “I promised Ruby. We want to tell her tonight.”

Dean looked shocked. “Her first night home? Are you sure? Especially after this? She’s your daughter Sam, but if I were you, I would tell Ruby to slow down a little. If she wants you, Mary is part of the package too.”

“I hear what you're saying, but I want Mary to meet the woman I love, the sooner the better. She and Ruby will get along great, I know it.” Sam said stubbornly. Ruby had him under her spell, and Dean saw it, even if Sam couldn’t.

“It’s your funeral, dude,” Dean said finally. “ Maybe you should take Ruby and Mary out tonight? Someplace that’s neutral territory? Then they will both be on their best behavior, and me and Donna don’t have to be there.”

Part 6

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tcswritings · 5 years

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Messages. (WIP/unpolished)

:: updated on 07/18/2019 ::

The day after the party. Orla is thinking many thoughts.

*****

It had been a bit more than six hours since he left and when she closed her eyes, she could still feel his hands on her body as well as his unsteady breath against the skin of her neck and how strands of blonde hair had tickled her face every now and then.

What truly made her stomach flutter though was thinking back to all the brief moments when his eyes had met hers, when they shared sweet looks, to make sure the other one was feeling just fine, comfy and secure.

Biting her lip, she couldn’t help but smile to herself for the dozenth time that afternoon. Sleeping with someone wasn’t new to Orla and while she wouldn’t call herself an expert in the field, she had more than a basic idea of how these things worked and how to make them enjoyable for both parts. Last night, however, she had found out that sleeping with a friend was in no way comparable to anything she had experienced before and she also had to realise that the things she knew weren’t exactly helpful in that matter - she had felt like a clueless, giggling idiot anyway.

It hasn’t been bad, though, not at all. Quite the opposite, actually, but Orla couldn’t stop asking herself if people writing books and movies about friends falling in love had ever fallen in love with a friend themselves - there were usually big talks about how knowing each other inside out makes these things oh-so-much easier and friends would just switch to being lovers as if it was the most natural and uncomplicated thing ever and Orla couldn’t comprehend it at all. What happened last night was probably the most exciting and amazing moment of her young life so far and nothing made perfect sense just yet - it had all happened so fast after all.

That was not the only thing on her mind, though. There was something else, something far more essential.

She lay flat on her bed and stared at the ceiling and she had been doing that for the entire day, more or less. Ever since Mick had left the house she had been wondering. Wondering if what they did was right, if they should have waited until they had figured out at least SOME details (considering the well-known fact that sex had also great potential to mess things up), if they would do it again, when they would do it again and, most importantly, what they even were now, because if there was one thing certain it was that they had left their strictly platonic friendship behind.

Before he left, Mick had kissed her goodbye and he had also promised that they would meet up tonight but there hadn’t been any sign of life from him ever since and Orla had long started wondering if he had given it a second thought and maybe - she cringed at the mere thought - even changed his mind.

She reached for her phone for the umpteenth time (the last time was about five minutes ago) and unlocked it, only to feel the familiar little sting as she couldn’t spot the highly anticipated red little bubble that alerted her any time she had new messages.

Instead, she got the impression that her messenger merely laughed at her now:

No new message, girl.

Nope.

Not a single one.

Stop waiting.

He doesn’t care.

Just accept it already.

Orla sighed and tried to shake the weird thoughts off as she snuggled into her pillow a little more. She was being silly and she knew it. Those might be legit worries if it was any other guy she had just met the other night but the guy in question was Mick and Mick wasn’t like that. He was always true to his word and as she knew that he had some things to do today - and she knew that way before that unexpected and pleasant turn of events last night - she figured that she would just have to be patient.

How about you just text him, Dummy? her messenger now suggested, probably as a little gesture of reconciliation for sparking her mopey thoughts a minute ago. Or maybe just call him? It’s 2013, gals no longer sit around waiting for a man to make a move, we make shit happen!

Orla pursed her lips as she opened the messenger again. She didn’t even have to scroll; Mick was the first to show up in her chats as they had send each other a few texts at the party last night while they were wandering around apart from each other, trying to find a private spot where it would just be the two of them but they hadn’t been very successful.

She chuckled as she read his last few lines again.

SAT, 03-16-2013

1:17: kitchen again?

1:18: NO DONTCOME hERE someone puked in here

1:19: Im gonna go upstairs

1:25: where are you

1:25: WHERE

1:25: are

1:25: YOU

1:26: thou shalt answer

1:27: Im desperate

1:29: IM LOST 😂

1:30: this house is HUGE

1:30: almost LIKE oUS

1:30: OURS

1:32: oRLAA

‘Adorable’, Orla thought, smiling. They had found each other just a bit after that last message and they had managed to share at least one more passionate kiss before they had to jump apart once more as they got disturbed by a little group of drunk idiots - she couldn’t even remember who - staggering into the room.

She chuckled as she began typing.

Hey handsome 😘 I was just wondering whether we could

She stopped. Too casual. This wasn’t asking for getting a snack during lunch break after all. Orla hit the delete button and pressed her lips into a thin line. ‘Maybe I should google for some reference’, she thought. ‘How to properly address your childhood friend with whom you had sex last night.’

Or, well, maybe not.

I just saw this ad for porch swings and I thought I could get one so we can

God, no.

You like big butts and you cannot lie… 😜

NO! (She could very well imagine the face he would make if he read that one, though.)

If choosing what to wear is what’s taking you so long to get back to me I’m happy to inform you that I fancy the kind of activity which doesn’t require any apparel at all so stop making a damn fuss 👀 💋

Smart. Playful. Sexy.

But no.

Please don’t change your mind about us and come back here, I miss you!

Woah. Needy, much?

“Aaaaah!” Orla cried out in frustration as she tossed her phone to the side, slumping back into the pillows. “This sucks.”

Only a few moments later she had another thought. Couldn’t it be that Mick was going through the very same thing right now? That he was sitting on his bed or his couch, or maybe in his kitchen just in this moment, long legs up on the other chair, chainsmoking, like he did so often when he felt lost, typing some words into his phone every few moments, only to delete them again because nothing he came up with felt appropriate?

Maybe Mick was just dying to hear from her all the time. Maybe he was just as insecure as she was and when she thought back to the party as well as to what happened after it, right here, she suddenly felt very silly for even thinking that he might want to back out. The way he had looked at her as well as his body language had spoken volumes after all.

Orla swiftly reached back for her phone and opened the messenger once more. Sometimes the best way to overcome awkward situations was to be honest and straightforward. Once she was done typing, Orla hit the send button and closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.

*****

“I can very well remember the last words Ethel said to me and they were sure words to live by.”

Terry Irvine, a stocky, balding man in his fifties, made a pause, heavy with meaning, as he looked around the tastefully decorated room, feeling deep satisfaction as he saw that everyone was listening to his words with rapt attention.

“She said ‘Lives are like rivers, Terry:” he went on, “Eventually they go where they must. Not where we want them to.’(*)“

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what she said.” Connor O’Loughlin scoffed quietly. “A mean old bitch will suddenly start crackin’ wise proverbs after she spent her lifetime just spattering shit at any given occasion.”

Mick bit his lip as he tried not to laugh at his younger cousin’s remark and he wondered whether anyone in his room actually liked ‘Aunt’ Ethel as the few memories he had of her certainly weren’t the best. She had sometimes looked after him when he was still a kid and as far as he could remember, she never allowed him to do anything besides sitting still while reading bible verses together and she also made him eat the worst, greasiest porridge that the world has ever tasted and the mere memory of it made his guts turn.

Friends and family were gathered together today, mourning Ethel’s recent death, but Mick felt rather indifferent about her passing; he was merely here to do his parents a favour who claimed that they had always been particularly fond of the old hag and while that might even be true, he couldn’t help but feel that they also wanted to represent the family business which, considering the estimated average age of the majority of people in the room, was actually a clever stroke.

“... and I’m sure that Ethel is smiling down upon us just now, as she sees all her friends and family joined together in love and harmony, thinking of her and the wonderful things she has done for each and everyone of us...”

Not only was he not listening, Mick also still had other things on his mind. Far more important and definitely nicer things. (No offense, Ethel.) He made a little step back and once he was sure that no one was watching, he reached behind his back and grabbed a handful of bread cubes from one of the bowls on the buffet table, still looking at Terry addressing his audience with his pompous speech as well as his grossly overstated gestures and expressions. That speech would last for an eternity, Mick just knew it, and he didn’t feel like starving, especially not now that his life had seemingly taken a really great turn.

“... I ask you now to observe one minute's silence as a token of our respect and sympathy for our sweet Ethel...”

Mick pushed the image of Ethel’s wrinkled and actually not-so-sweet face aside. Happily munching his bread cubes, he now recalled the memory of a pair of pale blue eyes looking at him from under the longest lashes he had ever seen. Orla O’Connell’s gorgeous, freckled face became clearer and her red-tinted lips smiled sweetly at him as Mick’s mind once again drifted off to last night, to their very first kiss on the porch swing and the ones that followed, to the moment when he had brought Orla home and when she had insisted on him staying and when she had started undressing him in the hallway and how they had barely made it to her room where they would eventually-

“Oy, creep, what are you grinning at?!” Connor’s sister, Delilah, now hissed at him, interrupting his pleasant thoughts and nudging him with her elbow a little harder than necessary. “Stop eating!”

“Ow! I’m hungry, fuck off.” Mick spat back. “Terry’s at the top o’ his game, it’ll take ages until they open up the buffet.”

“Disrespectful freak.” Delilah muttered, shaking her head and crossing her arms. She was usually all bark and no bite, Mick knew, but very irritating nonetheless.

Terry now directly looked into Mick’s direction and cleared his throat. Mick stared back at him, swallowing down his bread crumbs, suddenly seeing the many irritated faces staring at him, among them the horrified expressions of his parents.

Oh.

It was actually the second time that day someone had caught him with food and he usually would have laughed at the coincidence but considering that he was at a memorial service, he decided against it.

“Sorry!” he called.

Terry closed his eyes and sighed. “Now, one minute’s silence, please.”

Mick bit his lip. Thanks, Delilah. While he usually hated being made look silly, nothing could ruin his mood today, not even his uptight cousin. Granted, it probably was a little inappropriate to think of the things he had just thought of again at a memorial service but then again, no one could read his thoughts and wasn’t death also about celebrating life, after all?

Just as Mick’s mind wandered back to all the moments he had celebrated life with Orla last night he could feel his phone buzzing in the pocket of his suit jacket. Making sure that everyone else was still busy remembering Ethel, Mick stuffed the last few bread cubes in his mouth, pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and when he saw that the new message was from the person he hoped it would be from, a stupid-but-blissful smile spread across his face. He unlocked the screen.

I want dinner and I want to see you. Not necessarily in that order. And yes, this is me asking you out on a first real date. 💖

Swiftly scanning the room for possible watchers again and seeing that everyone was still caught up in one minute’s silence, Mick eventually looked back down on his phone, hit the reply button and started typing.

hi gorgeous

kinda in the middle of sth here but Im gonna call ya once I get out

He pressed the ‘send’ button. Not keen on provoking another awkward situation like the one that had just happened, Mick wanted to put his phone back but as he felt another buzz, he was too curious.

What kinda thing? Was that a ‘yes’, by the way?

ethels memorial service

What, Ethel died??? 😱 😱 😱

yeah last monday

You could have mentioned that at some point?!?! 😨

its fine no one actually liked her and she was old

OMG MICK WTF!!!

Torn between the excitement about meeting Orla later and the fear of getting another weird look from Terry who had just picked up his speech again, Mick eventually decided to put his phone away for now.

what

its true

talk to you later

It just occured to him that he still hadn’t let Orla know what he thought of her suggestion. Rolling his eyes at himself, he dug out his phone once more.

and yeah

that was a yes

😘

*****

Some miles away, Orla frowned at her phone’s screen, feeling mild irritation but, above all, a great rush of joy. She would call Mick out later for merely casually mentioning that he was going to be at the memorial service of a family friend that day (and also for that rather insensitive remark about no one liking said family friend, no matter how much of a truth it was) but joy had overwhelmed her. He said yes. He wanted the date.

*****

(to be continued…!)

(*) A proverb by Richard Russo, author and screenwriter.

#orla #mick #orla x mick #just a little silly drabble before bed #don't mind me I'm trash for these two lol #will polish and edit when I feel like it #*tossing out the WIPS like nothing else*#one day I will update and finish all the crap I have here #as well as all the crap I still have flying around in my drafts haha #but now off to bed!#mick sucks at texting btw #he's the annoying kind of person who writes sixteen half sentences in a row instead of writing a proper text #orla finds it adorable though #especially now that she has heart eyes for him #annoying stuff becomes endearing in that phase after all haha #ANYHOO BED #GOOD NIGHT #looking forward to writing more about my idiots SOON

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For your Kastle prompt: Karen finds a stray dog and doesn't know the first thing about caring for it, so she calls Frank.

@mostlyactorsandfood this was the sweetest thing and it sort of got away from me, I hope you enjoy!

“Fr—Frank, stop– stop laughing I’m serious. He’s chewed through half of my shoes. And I mean that literally, only the left pair — I think he’s trying to make a statement.” She’s snapping into her phone, rapid-fire, trying to talk while fielding Frank’s gut-busting laughter – he’s in absolute stitches while Cujo claws plaintively at the bathroom door. She’s holed up in there, like an anti-canine bunker, pacing the short distance between the bathtub, and the sink.

Frank finally does calm down, she can hear the crinkle of something, a newspaper, maybe? through the static connection “What, Page? Never had a puppy before?” The smile in his voice is as clear to her as if he was standing by her side. She’s too annoyed to be endeared, and her face twists up into a scowl.

“No, Frank. My parents didn’t let us have pets and – well – I’m more of a cat person, anyway.” She lies, and whatever Frank’s doing, he stops.

“Makes sense.”

Karen’s not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but she certainly doesn’t take it as praise. The stomp of her heel is audible over the phone, “Please. Help.”

A deep, brooding sigh on his end, but he grumbles out, “Okay okay, ‘m on my way. Don’t worry little red.” The line drops, and Karen stares down at the blank screen of her phone in a combination of dismay and annoyance.

Very funny.

This dog just might be the actual big bad wolf.

An absurd thought while she runs her hand through her hair and pleads with it in a hushed, panicked whisper: does that make Frank the Huntsman?

Whatever. Fairy tales are bullshit and her phone charger is on the other side of this door, so she puts on a brave face, and opens it.

Fear makes things larger than life, and this knee-high pit bull’s tail thumps happily against the hardwood floor. “Oh, so now you’re happy to see me.” A raspy ‘woof’, Karen purses her lips, alright. Fine. Okay.

“Do you want … something to eat? Food?” He rises on all fours, tail going Mach 3. Now they’re getting somewhere.

Karen sticks close to the wall, like some housewife from the 1950’s lifting her skirt to escape a mouse. Only this mouse is about eighty pounds with a wide mouth full of teeth and looking at her with a glob of drool caught in its low hanging jowls.

Fantastic.

“I don’t have dog food,” conversationally, the click-clack of nails on the hardwood floor trailing after her is kind of endearing, as are the happy little snuffling sounds that accompany whatever she says to him. Like he understands.

“But–” Karen taps her finger on her chin, grabs a bowl from the cabinet and sets it on the floor. He goes up to it, sniffs the empty porcelain, and looks up at Karen like ‘what gives?’ “Hold on I’m improvising.”

Another woof, “You’re impatient. Wait. Sit.”

He listens to that last command, tail thumping even louder now that it’s against her kitchen tile.

Karen lofts a brow, pulls a steak and some frozen vegetables from her fridge, a quick google search says that all the ingredients would meet his nutritional needs, and so she sets to cooking it.

“I don’t need to season the sirloin, do I?” More to herself, as her own stomach growls once the meat is cooking – the realization that this dog is about to eat better than she does, and she’d been saving that steak for Frank – well, it’s his fault that she saw the damn thing and felt bad enough to bring him up to her apartment.

He was sitting on her complex’s stoop for Christ’s sake, all mopey eyed, half-soaked from the rain and seeking shelter from it under the meager awning. Karen’s compassion outweighed concern and now she’s got a giant grey shadow with soft brown eyes that seem far wiser than any dog’s ought to be.

Time passes by in companionable silence, Karen won’t admit it, not even to herself, but it’s nice to have another … living, breathing soul in her home. It’s less lonely, she even catches herself smiling as she spoons out the food into the bowl.

“Now–it’s hot, let it cool down.” She sets it on the counter out of his reach for good measure, he barks once, loud. “Don’t get mouthy with me, I just cooked you a three-course meal and all I’ve had today is a half a cup of coffee and some cheese-its I stole off of Ellison’s desk.” Not that a dog would understand any of what she’s said, but his mouth hangs open in a canine approximation of a grin, and Karen returns it.

When she tests the heat of the food, and it seems palatable, Karen kneels with the bowl in hand, eyeing him warily.

“Alright, don’t get it in your head that I’m going to be feeding you like this daily. This is a special occasion. Because I didn’t have anything else.” He licks his nose, Karen takes that as a ‘get on with it’, and he immediately buries his face in the food.

No sooner had she sacrificed the only groceries in her fridge, than Frank comes through her front door, a bag of dog food on one shoulder, and a black plastic bag in the other.

“– you been cookin’?” Karen resents the disbelief in his voice, but he’s smiling at her so she’ll forgive him. “Seems like you got ‘Cujo’ under control here, Miss Page.”

Karen’s rebuttal is offered when she rises, dusting her knees off and adjusting her now-wrinkled skirt, “Yes. He was starving and just because I’ve never taken care of a dog before doesn’t mean I’m going to be cruel to this one.”

But Frank’s not really listening, just staring at the dog - or what he can see of him, since he’s half-immersed in the too-big bowl, teeth rattling against the bottom of it as he practically strips the paint from the porcelain.

“Where’d you say you found him?” Voice unerringly even, it startles Karen, given the domesticity of the moments just before. She blinks, tucks a strand of hair over her ear, and follows Frank’s hardened line of sight, watching the dog push the empty bowl around the kitchen floor while searching for scraps.

“He was on the building’s doorstep. Trying to hide out from the rain.”

Frank sets his supplies down on the couch before making his way to stand right beside the dog, looking like he’s seen a ghost all the while.

“Hey boy,” gruff, but the dog’s ears perk up at that and if at all possible, his tail’s wagging harder than it ever has before. “You come back for me? Huh?” Now he’s sitting on the floor and there’s a torpedo of solid-dog muscle launching itself into Frank’s lap, full body wiggles and happy, high pitched whines fill the quiet.

“You two know each other?” She can’t mask the amusement from her voice, and so Karen doesn’t try. Seeing Frank Castle with a dog in his arms is about the sweetest thing, so she’s not about to ruin the moment. Frank’s so rarely happy, or genuinely, thoroughly happy but the smile on his face right now? It’s the before smile, the one he’d had in the pictures all over his house, and it makes her heart tighten just a little.

“Yeah, he was one of the fightin’ boys for the Kitchen Irish, stole him when I uh, interrupted their operations. Hadn’t seen him since they cut him loose.” He’s scrubbing blunt nails over his scalp, happy as can be.

“Does he have a name? Now that you’re here and he’s basically a marshmallow with teeth, I don’t think Cujo’s all that fitting.” Even if she’d only ever said it jokingly.

Frank gives him some consideration, “Nah, but he looks like a Beretta to me, don’t you boy?” More tail wagging, and a loud series of happy barks– bouncing between lying on Frank, and zooming around the small apartment.

“After a gun? Really, Frank?” Karen isn’t actually chastising him, if anything she’s amused but Frank looks up from where he’s still sitting, and reaches for Karen’s hand, the rough pad of his thumbs sweep over her knuckles. A fond, reserved gesture but it’s enough to make her bite her lip and look over her shoulder to watch ‘Beretta’ get his head stuck in the bag Frank had brought in - turns out it’s full of toys, a dish for food, and one for water; Karen learns this because the contents spill out and he’s got a tennis ball in his mouth that he presses wetly against her calf.

“I’ll take you out to play when it’s not raining, okay?”

Frank chuckles, sniffs, wipes the drool from where it stuck to her leg with his sleeve, “Yeah, the m9 was uh, my ‘go to’ during my years in the Corp, security. Safety. Familiarity. Kept my brother’s safe, my family–” He stops nose wrinkling as he sniffs again, looking at the dog that’s gnawing happily on his new toys, “figure since he’s goin’ to be stayin’ with yo– us, there’s gotta be a reason he came back, you know? So he can keep you safe when I can’t.”

Karen’s not a dog person, but as it turns out, this mutt with scars on his ears and the worst breath she’d ever smelled (and she used to work in a pro bono defense office) is not just some four-legged hellhound, but a part of her family that just sort of fit. It didn’t take long to win her over and maybe that’s okay.

They have their little piece of happiness here because sometimes a family is the punisher, a persistent journalist, and a dog named after a handgun.

#kastle #kastle fic #kastle fanfic #kastle fanfiction #JDKFNGSKJDFGNSKJDFN #this is the cutest thing #in the fucking world #I'M DEADKJNFGKJFDNG #thank you so much for this prompt oml #*writing #mostlyactorsandfood

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