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miniwheat77 · 3 months

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Heartbeat. (Mean!Captain Price x Reader.)

!smut, captain price being a meanie, rough sex, unprotected sex, non con , proceed with caution, you’ve been warned!

You roll your eyes as you sit down at the table in the mess hall, finally able to eat dinner.

Two hours after dinner was held.

Soap sits down next to you, looking at you in sympathy. “You must’ve done something to get on his bad side in the beginning.” He laughs. You mutter under your breath. “I’ve literally done everything under the sun for him. Pretty much the only thing I haven’t done is drop to my knees and suck him off at this point. Don’t know what the hell else I can do to prove myself.” You grumble. Eating your cold dinner. Soap laughs. “He’s not normally like that. I don’t know what it is about you lass but it’s just rubs him the wrong way.” He laughs. You sigh. “Yeah. My burning arms from the hundred push ups would agree.” You groan. Soap laughs.

“He’ll get over it eventually.”

“He better, or I’m gonna ask for a transfer.” You groan. “Don’t blame you. I’ve never seen him act like that before.” He laughs, standing up. “You’ll be alright. He’ll figure it out. Who knows, maybe he’s got a crush and doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

You laugh. “Yeah, that’s true. I am quite the catch.” You smirk. Making Soap roll his eyes.

“Don’t go getting a big head.” You shove him with your foot as he starts to walk away. “Goodnight Y/N.”

“Night MacTavish!”

He disappears out of the mess hall, and you’re left completely alone.

A sigh leaves your lips. “Y/N, my office. Now.” You hear your Captains voice come through your radio. Making you groan. You stand up, throwing away your cold dinner. It wasn’t good anyways. Not even a microwave would save it. You brush yourself off making your way down the hallways to his office. You turn the corner, feet patting against the tiled floor. You walk up to his office. Taking a deep breath before you knock. “Come in!” He calls. You open the door up, stepping inside. You know better than to just walk in. “You called for me?”

“Yeah, you’re covering watch for Gaz.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Is he alright?” You ask. His eyes flash up to your face, it’s a warning.

You back off of the subject, you’ll just ask Gaz for yourself. “Anything else Captain?” You ask. He says nothing. You turn away, walking out the door. You’re irritated. You made your way for the watch tower. He always made you cover for everyone. You’re lucky if you ever get any sleep anymore.

This continues on for weeks. He takes his anger out on you. He’s not nice to you. It’s gotten so bad that the other members of the task force have had to step between the two of you. It’s the only time he’ll ever back off. It’s a particularly bad night. You’ve just gotten off of your watch and you’re exhausted. He calls you to his office to cover the watch immediately after yours. You explain that you’ve already covered two watches and you’re tired, which he doesn’t like.

“My office Y/N.”

You groan, passing by Soap as you make your way for his office. “Good luck.”

“Gonna fucking need it.” You groan. You open up the door and step right inside, seeing his eyes narrow at you. If he’s going to be a dick you might as well have some fun with it. He says nothing. Instead of asking him your usual questions you just throw yourself into the chair in front of his desk. “You needed me?”

You swallow hard as he looks at you, he’s getting mad.

“I asked you to cover a watch.”

You lean back, throwing your leg up over another. “Yeah, and this is me saying no.”

He stiffens up. “Excuse me?” He asks. Your heartbeat picks up. It’s starting to thump in your chest. “I said no. I’ve already covered for Gaz again and I did my own watch. I haven’t slept more than 5 hours a night being on this base with you, you know?” You smirk. He narrows his eyes. “I don’t think you’re going to like what happens when you disobey me.” He leans back in his chair. Crossing his arms.

“Ah, I already don’t like what happens when you’re normal, so let’s play this game.” You smirk. He’s fuming. “100 push ups.” He nods. “No.”

“200”

“You can keep adding but I’m not going to do them.” You cross your own arms. He stands up, walking around his desk and leaning up against it. “What exactly are you trying to achieve by disobeying me? Hm?” He breathes. “Oh, nothing. I’m just sick of you working me like a dog.” You look up at him. He rolls his eyes. “Y/N. Quit being a brat and go take your watch.”

“No.”

He’s fuming.

“Y/N.”

“I’ll go cover it when you make me.” You look up at him.

“Excuse me?”

“I said make me.” He’s clearly stumped by your reaction. “I’ll have you taken off my base faster than you can say-“

“So go ahead.” You cut him off. His ear lobes start to blush, he’s furious. “But you’re not going to. Are you?” You stand up, moving closer to him. He towers over you but you’re still cornering him.

“I’m not sure what it is I’ve done to you. But I’m done being treated like shit.” You move closer to him. “So unless you’re going to make me, I’m going to go to bed.” You grin.

You can’t help but notice his jeans, and how they’ve gotten tighter since you’ve been biting back. “Does it… do something for you? Hm?” You smirk. “Do you like pushing me around?” You cross your arms. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He growls. You reach your hand out to grope him and he grasps it, stopping you. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He growls. “Who said I couldn’t finish it?” You step even closer. “Y/N..” his voice is full of warning.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You breathe. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t exactly been kind to me, I don’t think you’ve earned it.” He laughs. Taking in a deep breathe. “You’re a funny girl, you know that?”

He stays completely still and in just a second he’s got you bent over his desk, a handful of your hair in his hands. His cock pressed right up against your ass. You don’t even have time to gasp before he’s got you against it. “Amusing you think I won’t just take what I want.” His voice is deep, his breath warm over your ear as he mutters it. He lifts his radio from his vest. “Soap, do you mind taking over watch? Y/N is going to be unavailable for the next couple hours.”

“No problem. Take it easy on the poor girl, old man. She’s don’t enough push ups for the entire task force.” Soap’s voice comes across the both of your radios.

He chuckles, forcing you back by your hair. “Deep breaths.” He reaches down, you can hear him fumbling with his belt. “Nobody will save you this time.” He reaches around your front, unbuttoning your jeans and forcing them down your legs. He tugs them until they’re completely off, pushing himself up against your bare ass. You can feel him. Skin on skin. Nothing holding you back. You’re wondering how it’s progressed this far. “You don’t deserve it.” You grit your teeth. “Been nothing but a complete ass to me since I started on your base.” You roll your eyes. He snorts, “yeah, feel free to stop me.” He rolls his eyes. Spitting on his cock and lining up with your entrance. “Nothing? Hm?” He breathes. “Right, you’re a pathetic slut and me being mean to you got this little pussy wet. That’s why you’re here-“ he pauses, thrusting himself into you. You gasp out, all of the air leaving your lungs as he forces his big cock into you. “On my cock.” He finishes his sentence.

You moan out, clutching onto his desk. You’re holding on for dear life as he starts his bruising pace. Hips slamming against yours, the wooden desk digging into your hips. “Oh god.” You whine. He tugs your hair back, forcing you back. He kisses you hard, feeling you melting into him further. How willing you are to take him is something he didn’t expect.

John isn’t a relationship kind of guy. He’s in the military, nothing ever goes his way. He avoids women at all costs.

The moment you showed up he knew he needed to stay away from you. He knew he couldn’t help himself if he got his hands on you. He saw how easy it was for others to get along with you and it didn’t help with how damn pretty you were and how sweet you were to top it off. He was fucked from the beginning. He knew it.

So now, with his cock buried deep inside you. He didn’t know what the hell to do. He didn’t think it would be this easy, that you would just let him. But you did.

The tiny whines that leave your lips, they egg him on. You’re a lot less vocal than he thought you’d be. Whining and whimpering. Like you didn’t know how to react or what to do.

All you could do is just take it, because he wasn’t going to stop.

Your knuckles turn white, hips lurching forward with every hard thrust he takes. He’s brushing up against parts of your body that had never been touched before. You couldn’t help but fall apart beneath him. At his complete mercy. The tough act you had put up to get here is long gone, all that’s left is the mess he’d made of you. “Captain-“

“Call me John.” He tugs your hair back, hand clapping against your ass. You cry out. “John- you don’t have a condom on.” You hiss. He spanks your ass again, not slowing his thrusts for a second. “No, I don’t. And I don’t need one. You’re a good cock sleeve, you can take it.” He breathes. His teeth gritted as he says it. “What? No!” You try to more your hips forward, trying to get away from him but he wraps his arms around your waist. “Oh baby, no. No no.” He laughs. Thrusting into you still as he forces you against his large muscled body. He makes you feel and look small and pathetic next to him. “I’m gonna fill this pussy. M’gonna fill your slutty pussy and you’re gonna love every single second of it.” He grins. “But- but what if-“

“What if what? What if I knock you up? Get you pregnant?” He laughs. “I guess you should’ve thought about that before you threw yourself at me.” He growls, biting down on your neck. Another mewl leaves his lips. “Please don’t-“

“Fuck- oh fuck I’m gonna cum.” He pants. “No- John please!”

He forces you back over the desk, holding your hips steady. You can’t help it as he pushes you over the edge, a sob leaving your lips as you cum around his cock. Pussy clamping down around him. He can feel it.

“You say you don’t want it but your pussy says otherwise baby.” He holds you hands behind your back, keeping you from fighting him as he fucks into you. “Sweet pussy is milking my cock- fuck.” He hisses. He’s right on the edge. Just a couple more thrusts and he’s groaning out. “Shit- oh fuck yes-“ he hisses. Your eyes widen when you feel it. His warmth filling up, your mouth falls open as he keeps going.

He leans over onto you. Lips right by your ear. “You’ll obey me, next time. Because we haven’t even started yet.” He brushes a hand over your hair. Flattening out what’s still sticking up from him pulling it. “M’gonna fuck my cum deeper into you, and your punishment will be how fucking scared you are when your cycle doesn’t come.” He chuckles. He keeps rocking his hips into you, despite how sensitive his cock is. His own filth seeps out of you, back out around his cock. He can feel it dripping between his thighs and yours. “This is going to be the longest month of your life, sweet girl. So be a good girl. Because when you’re not.” He tsks’

“You know exactly what’s going to happen.” He smiles.

As you lie there, still over his desk. Heartbeat thumping un your chest. Sore. Your legs wobbly. Quite possibly the best sex of your life. You’re already wondering.

What else you can do to get yourself back here, bent over his desk.

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didyoutrydynamite · 5 months

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Renegades: First Sight

Jaune: *Wandering the Beacon hallways, guitar in hand, having just been rejected by Weiss, again.* I spent like five hours on that song… *Notices Cardin and Russel peering out into the courtyard* … huh?

Cardin: I mean she’s… she’s something else.

Russel: Man, she’s not even on the SCALE!

Cardin: Maybe on the Scoville Scale.

Russel: Ha! Nice.

Jaune: Uh… hey guys!

Russel/Cardin: *Jump up and yelp* AH!

Cardin: Oh, its just you. Sup?

Russel: *Immediately get’s up in Jaune’s face* Yeah, man! You got a problem-?

Cardin: *Shoves Russel’s shoulder* Hey. I told you we’re not doing that anymore. Jaune’s cool now.

Russel: Oh, right. My bad. *Smacks Jaune’s hand in greeting and brings him for a quick pat on the back* How’s it going, Big-J? You doing good? You in a band now or something?

Jaune: *Looks at his guitar* Oh this? It’s nothing really. What are you guys up to?

Russel: Just checking out the Haven-Hottie.

Jaune: Who?

Cardin: Oh you have to have seen her. Look! *Drags Jaune over to their spot and point* Right there.

Jaune: *Squints until he notices Cinder sitting on a bench in the courtyard, his eyes practically bulging out upon really getting a look at her* Whoa…

Cardin/Russel: RIGHT?!

Cardin: Dude, she’s like the eighth wonder of Remnant or something!

Russel: Nah, she's beyond that—she’s the ninth, tenth, and eleventh wonder combined! I heard when she walks by, even the statues stop and stare!

Cardin: *Chuckles* I heard that she was held back a few times because the headmaster didn’t want their favorite student to graduate.

Russel: *Leans towards Jaune* And Cardin thinks he has a shot with her.

Cardin: *Blushes* I could! I’ve got the charm and the muscles to back it!

Russel: So why don’t you go and do it then?

Cardin: I would, but I’m still sore from my morning workout.

Russel: It’s 4:30 P.M.

Cardin: It was a really intense workout! Besides I don’t see you going!

Russel: Are you kidding?! A woman like that is only made for heartbreak. I can’t handle that stress, man! You couldn’t pay me to talk to her!

Cardin: *Suddenly has an idea and then slyly looks to Jaune* Hey, Jaune. You feel like making a quick buck?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Cardin: Here’s the deal, Blondie. I’ll give you 50$ if you go over there, right now, and ask that hottie out to the Vytal Festival Dance. 200$ if she says yes.

Jaune: (50 bucks? I can make myself look like an idiot for 50 bucks! I practically do it for free all the time! I could use that to buy Weiss some really nice flowers, then she’d have to go!) Deal! *Claps Cardin on the shoulder, hands Russel the guitar, and walts right out into the open* Watch and learn boys!

Russel: No way…

Cardin: Oh this is gonna be amazing.

Cinder: *Seemingly lost in deep thought*

Jaune: *Saunters right up to Cinder* Well hello~ beau-

Cinder: *Snaps a horrid glare at him*

Jaune: AHHH! *Jumps back startled*

Cinder: *Quickly switches to her signature “Just a regular happy school girl smile” that she’s become so adept at using* Oh hi. Didn’t see you there.

Jaune: *Gulps* I… um… hi.

Cinder: *Continues forced smile*

Jaune: *Awkwardly scratches his cheek* …so- uh.

Cinder: Was there something you wanted?

Jaune: *Deciding now is not the best time to ask her to the dance*…Yeah. I wanted to know… is… uh… everything ok?

Cinder: *Tilts her head* Of course I am. Do I seem upset to you? *Gives her best smile*

Jaune: Yeah, a little….

Cinder: *Her smile fades, replaced by a faint grimace of irritation.* Am I that transparent? *Lets out an exasperated huff* I'm fine, honestly. Just some personal matters, nothing you need to worry about.

Jaune: *Expression softens empathetically* Oh… Do you want to talk about it anyways?

Cinder: *Glances at him quizzically.*

Jaune: You know. Just to get it off your chest? If you want?

Cinder: And share my problems with a complete stranger?

Jaune: Well, my mom always said, "Strangers are friends you just haven't met yet."

Cinder: *Stares blankly* That is... a horribly naive saying. Not only is that statistically false but it's also VERY dangerous advice to give to a child.

Jaune: *Scratches the back of his head* Yeah… I kinda used to wander off with a lot of random adults as a kid.

Cinder: *Hold’s back a sudden laugh.* Snrk!

Jaune: *Smiles* But I like to think I came out alright.

Cinder: *Faintest hint of a smile* You at least seem harmless enough. *Looks Jaune up and down.* Have I seen you around before?

Jaune: *Suddenly more nervous* Y-Yeah, maybe! *Straightens his uniform out* I’m Jaune Arc. My friends call me… Jaune. *Cringes inside.*

Cinder: *Raises an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk forming.* Jaune, is it? Well, Jaune, I'm Cinder. Cinder Fall. Pleasure’s all yours I presume.

Jaune: *Nods and smiles* Yeah, it’s nice to meet you! See? Not strangers anymore, are we?

Cinder: *Gives a small chuckle.* I suppose not. *Glances around briefly* So, you really care to know?

Jaune: If I can be of any help, yeah.

Cinder: *Sighs* It’s about a… “colleague” of mine…

Jaune: *Sit’s down on the bench with her* Like, a teammate?

Cinder: That's it, precisely. A "teammate" who's proving rather insubordinate. Now, because of that, I find myself at a loss. She refuses to undertake a task that would suit her perfectly!

Jaune: Ohhhh I see. You’re having leadership troubles. Has your teammate told you why she won’t help?

Cinder: It’d be a miracle to get a single word out of her. *Grumbles quietly to herself* That mute insect. *Continues to talk normally* She won’t do a single thing I say unless it’s conveyed through her… “father.”

Jaune: Huh. I get you. I’m a leader too, and trust me, I’ve had my fair share of trouble reigning in a certain teammate of mine. She even has a “brother” that she tends to listen better to than me sometimes.

Cinder: *Listens intently* How do you command her obedience?

Jaune: *Looks at her confused* Her what?

Cinder: How do you get her to listen to you?

Jaune: Oh, well. Whenever talking doesn’t work, I go to Ren, her “brother”, well, not really brother, but- you know it’s this whole thing that I don’t really need to get into, but the point is I go to Ren and inform him that I’ll no longer be providing them part of the team budget for pancakes until she settles down.

Cinder: *Looks at Jaune incredulously* Pancakes???

Jaune: *Nods* Mhmm, it’s her most favorite thing in the world. Literally seen her eat if for every breakfast I’ve had with her.

Cinder: *Digests the information* Withhold the budget so she can’t have her favorite luxuries… I can work with that. *Sighs* But the task is rather time sensitive, what if she doesn’t yield in time to get it done?

Jaune: Then it sounds like you may need to do it yourself.

Cinder: *Raises an eyebrow, almost insulted* Me?

Jaune: Well, if it’s crucial and she's not budging, sometimes it’s best to step in and handle it personally. I know it’s probably not ideal, but that comes with being a leader, they depend on you when no one else can do it.

Cinder: Hmph. They do depend on me, don’t they?

Jaune: *Nods encouragingly* Yeah! That’s why they put you in charge.

Cinder: *Gets pumped* I am in charge! They’d be completely lost without me!

Jaune: *Getting pumped too* Exactly! Sometimes we have to roll up our sleeves and lead by example. Show them how things really get done!

Cinder: *Jumps up out of her seat* You’re right! It’s time I take matters in my own hands, and show that little mute who is really the boss around here!

Jaune: *Gets up too* That's the spirit!

Cinder: *Nods determined* Thank you. I now know exactly what I must do.

Jaune: *Smiles warmly* Happy to help. Oh and hey, good luck, Cinder.

Cinder: *Smiles confidently* Luck is for the ill-prepared, Jaune. *Turns and saunters off* And I never need luck.

Jaune: *Watches her walk off, feeling proud* So. Cool. *Whistles and walks off*

Cardin/Russel: *Stop him immediately*

Russel: DUUUUUDE!

Cardin: What did she say?!

Jaune: Huh?

Russel: *Smacks Cardin’s arm* What do you think she said?! They both walked away all smiling and shit! Jaune, you are a GOD.

Jaune: What do you guys think happened?

Cardin: That’s what we want to know! What did she say when you asked her to the dance?!

Jaune: *A long moment of silence before he starts sputtering in disbelief and panic now realizing that he completely forgot to ask her out*

#renegades au #jaune arc #cinder fall #knight fall #cardin winchester #russel thrush

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vlance · 5 months

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Echo of You

I decided I wanted to be a little angsty today. So I will feed y’all with this, I am not sorry. This is also like 1.3k words.

Silence, the silence was deafening. Standing here, in the exact apartment. The memories echoed. They echoed off the walls, it’s making me go insane. Knowing that right here right now all there is, is an empty shell of something that once was.

Memories of your laughter filled my head. The memory of your smile. The laugh that once made me laugh with you. The smile that once lit up my world and my life.

It’s nowhere to be found. All the memories that were created turned sour. Seeing you as the devil you truly were. The person that was never there to bring me up, but only to tear me down. Break every piece of myself until I couldn’t recognize myself.

The constant banging in my head, wishing that you would just become a memory of the past. But here I am, reminiscing in the memories we once shared.

The early mornings spent together cuddling under the sheets. All the late nights spent talking about our hopes and dreams. The plans we made for the future. Feeling all your love and adoration for me.

Just to see you give all the love and adoration to someone else in the blink of an eye. Realizing you were no longer mine.

Walking through the house seeing all the pictures up on the walls. All the pictures of the good times. It just made me angry. Knowing that in the end you threw all of it away for some fling. For someone that was more fun, for someone that supposedly made you feel free. The memory of the days that led up to that night.

“Wony baby can I use your phone for something really quick, mine died” I looked up at the girl and asked.

“Uh yeah sure hold on” She quickly closes the tab on whatever she was doing. She hesitates on handing her phone to me.

I should have known then. Like a fool I didn’t think anything of it.

“What are you doing baby?” I sat down next to her on the couch and laid my head on her shoulder. She quickly closed the conversation she was having on her phone with someone and put her phone face down on the coffee table. She turned to me and smiled. “Don't worry about it” Smiling as she pats my head.

I should have seen the warning signs. Being blinded by love is one of the worst sins you can participate in. How does someone blind you to the point of no return? They will take and take until you’re left with nothing.

“WHO IS SHE WONYOUNG!” I yelled at her from across the kitchen counter. She just smiled at me and reached her hand across the counter to hold my hand. Gently rubbing her thumb against my knuckles. Quickly soothing my anger.

“She’s just a friend baby. I promise there is nothing between us” Giving me a reassuring smile. Walking over to me to give me a peck on my cheek. “Now I have to go run some errands. I'll be back later okay” She smiled and leff the house.

Should have known all the smiles were just a disguise. They hid the real you. All the reassuring looks were just a way to manipulate me, just like your words.

“I would never do that to you baby, why do you never believe me?” pausing and looking up with anger in her eyes. “Whatever you can believe in me or not I don’t care” She stormed out of the house.

Then it all came crashing down. Tearing out my heart right there and feasting on it. Like wolf, cunning, and deceiving. I believed you for so long.

“Hey did you know your girlfriend is at the bar right now right”

“What do you mean Gaeul? She said she was at Rei’s house” I said confusedly as I paused the movie on the TV. “She said she was gonna be helping her and was gonna be late”

“Dude that’s a complete lie” She scoffed.

“How would you even know this?” I asked the older girl.

“I’m literally staring at her from across the room” Sending me photos to confirm her statement. “What the fuck” I quickly sit up looking at the photos. She’s sitting in a girl's lap wrapping her arms around her as she’s leaning in. In the next photo they are kissing. The same girl she said not to worry about.

So many emotions rushed over me. The main ones being sadness and anger. How could she? Why did she do this to me? So many questions in my head.

“Do you want the address?” Gaeul asked.

“No, I’m going to wait till she gets home” I hung up the phone. I sat there baffled. Wondering so many things. The tears finally start to fall. I kept telling myself how stupid I was for not seeing it sooner. Then it came, the sadness was still there, but was replaced by the most overwhelming anger I have felt in my life.

The fuming anger that filled me. A rage that could not even be put into words. I waited for her, for what seemed like years. The clock on the wall ticking. Every tick just filled me with even more rage. Every passing second, every minute, every hour I sat there waiting.

The anger bubbling in me knowing that she has been out there for almost four hours. It was almost two am when she came back. She walked through the door with a gleaming smile. As if nothing happened. She kicked off her shoes and hung up her coat.

I sat there in the living room waiting, waiting for her to acknowledge me. She walked into the living room. Confused as to why I sat there when I’m usually asleep at this time.

“Where were you?” I lifted my head up to meet her eyes. The fiery anger that burned in my eyes scared her. Her eyes flashed with nervousness for a second. She slowly makes her way over to me. “Is something wrong baby?” She asked, standing over me.

“Answer the question Wonyoung” I tried composing myself to make sure I wouldn't burst out in anger. “Did you forget silly, I was at Jiwons house” She laughs softly. “Don’t lie to me wonyoung” I looked up at her.

“I’m telling you the truth, You see you never believe me” She scoffs. “How insecure can you be Y/N” Anger now rising in her eyes.

“Stop lying” I get up swiftly. “I’ve seen photos, you aren’t as slick as you think” I pushed her chest lightly.

“What is your problem, you're actually sick” She pushes me back lightly. “It over wonyoung, get out” I sat back down.

“Wow over something that you believe is true just like that Y/N” Scoffing I looked at her. “Give it up Wonyoung I have proof” I take my phone out and pass it to her. She pauses not knowing what to say.

“Can you blame me”

“Excuse me”

“I meant what I said”

I rolled my eyes and glared at her. “Don’t look at me like that, you think I actually loved you?” She laughs and pushes back her hair. “Like seriously, you’re a loser, I really just felt bad plus I needed the money”

“You’re honestly so stupid too how could you not see the signs”

“It baffles me how you think someone like me would ever love someone like you” She walks up the stairs. Coming back down with a bag full of her things. I just sat there in my own thoughts

“Look at you, you're honestly so pathetic” and just like that. She was out the door. Never turning back, never an apology, nothing. That’s when the tears fell.

Realizing she never loved me. So many red flags, so many warning signs. They all went over my head. Just like that, it was too good to be true. Now sitting here again three weeks later with the walls still littered with picture frames. The apartment still has that vanilla scent. Still filled with all the little decorations you insisted on putting up. It’s like you were still here, but you weren’t. It was just an echo of you.

I totally have an idea for pt 2 of this with like a little revenge arc

#wonyoung #ive imagines #ive x reader #ive wonyoung #ive #kpop gg x fem reader #kpop imagines #wonyoung x reader #gg x reader #kpop gg #kpop #fem reader #ive x fem reader #jang wonyoung #gxg #gxg imagine #Vlance #Vlance-imagines

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matts-k1tten · 17 days

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞. Pt.6

Pt.5

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

summary: y/n finds her boyfriend (now ex) Chris cheating on her at a party and vows to make him feel the way she did..but in this part it switches between the characters pov’s and gets everyone’s perspective on the current situation..

warnings: swearing, slight angst, sad ass chapter man 😭

no more color coding bc i’m to lazy for that shit.

(chris pov)

“I’m done, you paid me to keep my mouth shut and I realized how stupid I was to accept that! I’m done!” I yell into the phone. “I’ll pay you more! Do not tell anyone!” The person on the other line says. “I don’t care about the money! I should’ve chose y/n over you!” I shout and hang up. I plop on my bed and cover my face with my hands.

What am I gonna do?

(y/n pov)

It’s been 2 days.

2 days of thinking, 2 days of regret, and 2 days of guilt. I just don’t know what to do I’m stuck.

Here I am now lying on my bed losing hope of everything that I once believed in. Chris and I, repairing the triplets bond, and all the rest. Don’t get me wrong I still love Chris but I can’t be with someone who is a cheater. I’m staring at my ceiling trying to brainstorm ideas to make the triplets bond normal again and Chris and I at a good place. Nothing came out yet. Every idea leads to a dead end. I know deep down that their relationships will never be the same again.

But I just refuse to believe it.

All I could do is lay in bed and grief about it. Someone else’s family was falling apart and it was my fault. I was truly alone now. Nick hates me, Matt doesn’t want to speak to me and Chris…Chris…is feeling the same way I am right now. My ideas kept hitting dead ends after dead ends after dead ends. It was like everything I thought of gets shut down right away. The only thing I could do was think and think and think and get nowhere.

With all my thinking I go deep into my thoughts.

Chris was all over me before the weeks he stopped answering me. Why did he randomly start to ghost me?

(nicks pov)

“Nick!” Matt screams from the stairs. “I’m going out! Make sure to lock the doors ‘nd shit” Matt says from below the stairs. “You’re going out again?” I ask. “Yeah? Why not?” Matt replies. I shake my head to myself. “Nothing, have fun!” I yell at Matt and hear him walk down the stairs and out the house.

This whole thing is a disaster. Ever since y/n left, Matt has been going out a lot, I don’t even know where he’s going, and I haven’t seen Chris come out his room once. I only hear him in the early hours of the morning in the kitchen getting a snack or something. Other than that I barely see him anymore.

I’m watching a movie with popcorn when I hear faint knocks on my door. I look at the door and pause the movie. “Come in”

The door opens and Chris steps in with his hair a mess, eyes red and puffy, and had a blanket wrapped around his body. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Chris doesn’t look at me as he waddles over to the other side of my bed and crawls in. I pull that blanket over him and rub his back that’s faced to me. “Do you wanna talk about it?” I whisper. Chris shakes his head no. “Not today.” Chris mumbles. “Okay.” I whisper and pat his back softly as he shuts his eyes and quickly drifts off to sleep, breathing loudly.

I sigh and shake my head, turning away from him. It’s just, something seems really off with the whole thing. I know Chris he wouldn’t just..cheat on y/n he loves her so much. This doesn’t feel right. I need to get to the bottom of this.

(matt’s pov)

The sky, the stars, the moon, everything is beautiful at night. It makes me feel calm. The night helps me think. I love to sit under the moon and stars and just think, about everything. I’m not a party type of guy. I don’t drink much, I sure as hell don’t smoke, I can’t dance and I don’t have the energy to deal with any sweaty, drunk people. I love being alone. It’s better than being surrounded and overwhelmed by my brothers constantly asking questions. What really been on my mind is y/n.

Not just y/n, Chris, Nick, and everything else like how did this happen..? Digging really deep into my thoughts I never really thought Chris was the one to cheat on his girlfriend let alone y/n. He’s in love with her he’d never do such a thing. But what possessed me to try to sleep with her? I’ve always found her attractive but I never felt attracted to her like that. Was it the drinks? The vibe? Or me in general?

“Fuck” I whispered to myself. I needed to calm down and make things right. But I have a feeling this will forever impact our relationship. But we have to get somewhere right? I just…need more time to process things.

(mia’s pov)

“Shit.” I whisper to myself. “Why won’t that work?” I ask the person on the other line. “Cause it just won’t! now make another plan or this thing is gonna fail, got it?” The person on the other line says. I sigh harshly. “Got it.” I whisper as the like cuts off leaving me there. This whole thing was just very, very complicated. But it was kind of entertaining.

Yea, yeah I know that y/n is my best friend ‘n all but sometimes I get satisfaction when I see drama. Don’t call me crazy but I think this whole thing is fun! It’s not my problem and all I have to do is sit around and watch what goes down. Or do I have to watch?

(nicks pov)

it’s been about a few hours since Matt left and it’s about 1am. Chris is still asleep in my room and I’m just sitting on the couch cooling down, thinking about everything. I really can’t get my mind off the whole thing. Chris cheating on y/n, Matt even trying to sleep with y/n, and Mia..she really is the different one here. She doesn’t even play a role in this situation she’s only here because y/n is her best friend. Which to be honest doesn’t feel right to me. I mean, why is she here if she shouldn’t be? This isn’t even her problem and she’s sure as hell not included in it so why is she just spectating?

Who is the girl Chris cheated on y/n with? Do we know her? Does Mia know her? Did Chris know her?

My thoughts were cut short when Chris calls my name from my room. I pause my thoughts and answer. “Yeah?” I yell from the living room. “Can you c’mere” I put down my snacks and stomp up the stairs to my room and meet Chris sitting up on my bed. “You ready to talk?” I ask. He nods and pats the spot next to me. I walk over to the spot next to Chris and look at the side of his face as I crawl on. Chris takes a deep breath and starts. “I…don’t know what happened when I did it.” Chris breathes out. He looks at me and I nod for him to keep going.

He turns away. “I love y/n with my whole heart I really do.” He sighs and shakes his head. Suddenly, his body language changes. It sorta looks like he’s growing frustrated. “I can’t hide it anymore.” He whispers. My face cringes with confusion. “What?” I whisper and put my hand on his shoulder. “It wasn’t my fault!” He screams and starts to cry. “It’s okay! You’re alright.” I say and pull him into a hug. He shakes and lets out sobs while clinging onto my shirt.. “I-it was-“ Chris gets cut off by Matt bursting through the door.

“Chris I’m sorry!” Matt screams with his hand still cupped around the knob. Chris looks up and meets Matt’s eyes. Matt’s face changes when he notices the state Chris was in. “Oh shit.” Matt whispers and walks slowly over to Chris. Chris leans away from my hug and looks at Matt who is now in front of him. Matt shakes his head still looking at Chris. “I’m sorry, Chris I really am. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have talked to y/n, you’re my brother and I should’ve gotten your side of the story first and-“ Chris lunges at Matt pulling him into a hug making Matt stop talking. Matt hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around Chris and hugging him back.

Chris lets out a sigh of relief and squeezes Matt harder.

I smile and pat Chris’s back. Chris pulls one arm away from Matt and yanks me into the hug. I laugh and hug them back.

(y/n’s pov)

I feel so alone. I feel like someone dug a hole in my chest and ripped out my heart. I feel like I need a hug. So with that, I dragged myself out of bed, brushed my teeth, threw on a hoodie and drove myself to Mia’s.

I arrived at her front door in a matter of minutes and used her spare key under her doormat and let myself in. I shut the door behind me quietly and heard Mia talking to someone. I thought she had someone over until I heard my name.

“Y/n is gonna figure out soon, how do we prevent that?” Mia says.

I assume she’s on the phone since I didn’t hear anyone reply.

“I don’t know Makayla! Didn’t you already say that Chris called you this morning, wanting to stop!”

Makayla? As in my ex-best friend?

She goes silent, listening to her voice. “Well clearly paying off everything of his isn’t enough!”

What the fuck?!

“I only did this because I never liked y/n and I wanted the money you gave me to do this whole thing!” Mia yells.

Ouch.

I quietly tip toe out the house and quietly shut the door, running to my car and hopping in. I throw my car in drive and speed away from Mia’s house. I couldn’t help the tears that poured from my eyes.

My best friend is against me?

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a/n: i’m so sorry it took so long to post guys im working on so much things right now and i had to decide on how this part was going to go so i hope yall like it and enjoy!!

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 4 months

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PUTTING THE NEW PAGE INTO THIS ASK AS WELL FOR GHE FIRST TIME BECAUSE THERE IS A LOT TO TALK ABOUT WITH THIS PAGE SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME HERE

Ima start with the first panel because there’s already so much in that one single panel and it is gonna drive me nuts!

So first up, we have “Secret” Chaotix meeting room. Yes, this place is apparently being kept a secret from the public eye. This could be due to the Chaotix having to handle a bunch of super deep and disturbing cases that, if allowed to spill out into the public, would be catastrophic! Not in the sense that it would destroy the world or anything like that, but it’d certainly ruin their reputation as detectives! Don’t detectives irl have these kinds of cases too…? Or maybe I’m thinking too hard on this and it’s just the place they meet with their friends whenever Eggman does something stupid? Who knows.

I do know though that it looks beautiful and it looks like they’re actually in a room which, as an amateur artist myself, can only dream of achieving!! It looks so cool! I just… I adore your backgrounds and I can tell you put a lot of love and effort into making them, so please give yourself a pat on the back!

And maybe I’m reading too much into a single panel.

But that’s not all that we get to see!!! (No I’m not talking about the Chaotix even though I REALLY wanna talk about the Chaotix cuz they deserve more love and I’m so glad they’re here THANK YOUUUUUUUU) YEAH THAT’S RIGHT, SONIC IS FULLY CONVERTED TO DARK GAIA SONIC LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Well not fully converted, but we can clearly see that it’s taking a huge toll on his body! Not only are the markings now visible on him during the day, but it also seems to be siphoning his energy…? Kind of…? I mean, Sonic has been out cold since “Killing” Omega, and usually he wouldn’t be so out of it otherwise. And I can see a little tiny X over his Gaia eye, so… I’m not too sure, but what I am sure of is that this is BAD for Sonic. The poor guy is gonna have to deal with not only being corrupted during the day, but also at night, and that cannot be good for his psyche. It was bad enough when he had to be in a completely new body for just the nighttime, but now it’s for both day and night in its own way, and… Gosh, this is gonna be torture for Sonic once he wakes up.

Okay now onto the actually lore panels because there is so much to uncover but BEFORE WE GET INTO THE LORE PARTS OF ALL THAT LEMME JUST POINT OUT HOW PISSED SHADOW LOOKS IN THE SECOND PANEL BRO LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO PUNT CHIP INTO THE SUN FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER AND HE IS JUST SO OVERPROTECTIVE OF SONIC IT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY I LOVE THIS ANGSTY EDGY BOY SO MUCH BUT I WANNA KNOW WHAT IS GOING THROUGH HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW WHY IS HE GLARING DAGGERS AT CHIP WHAT DID THIS LITTLE CREECHUR EVEN DO TO YOU SHADZ

Okay back to the lore-

So, im still gonna call Light Gaia as Chip because I still see a cute adorable fluffy fairy in those big brown eyes and I think he deserves a real name. Anyhow, Chip now is aware of him being a literal god. He says he regulates the day and Dark Gaia regulates the night. This kind of makes sense. Chip handles the sun and DG handles the moon. Think Luna and Celestia from MLP. And similar to those two as well, Dark Gaia got out of control like Luna did and created an eternal night. But this doesn’t really explain the planet splitting into a million giant pieces. (Not literally a million) Nor does it explain Chip losing his memory. Chip claims that whenever one of them falls out of line, the other will be there to pull them back together. Does this mean Chip or Dark Gaia have lost their memory before? Have the events of Unleashed happened before? How do they reign the other in?

These questions are probably gonna get answered in the next page lmao what am I doing-

Everything else is kinda sorta spelled out to us which I think is a good thing, since Chip is, in the story, explaining all of this to a group of people who had no idea about any of this for their entire lives. The poor Chaotix just got roped into this, they just want their pay. So with that in mind I don’t know what else to really cover…? Maybe I’ll notice something later on and just start spamming you with questions, who knows. For now I’m SUPER DUPER EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PAGE LET’S GO THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN CANNOT WAIT FOR NEXT WEEK

hell yeah do look out for the new page on monday :3 i love ur little big analysis its always the highlight of my week to see one

btw this goes out to evecryone but the whole scene has a lot of moments for everyone else than sonic and shadow so we are winning

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #text heavy #fan theories

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6-zao-xing-9 · 5 months

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"Snowball Fight!!"

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: [Character] finds you, his girlfriend, outside his door one cold and snowy winter day. You've got that cute and mischievous grin on your face.... What are you gonna do this time?

This writing contains.... Blunt, cute, 5'0 1/2", energetic, and mischievous reader.... Fluff.... Lots of fluff.... More fluff....

A/N: I think I kinda messed up at Rui's part.... I said snowball fight but his part kind of drifted off track.... I do like it though. Hopefully you guys will too. Tsukasa and Akitos part are the only ones that live up to the name tbh. Super proud of Akito's part.... He's so fun to write doebsuhdoamaodb✨

Kamishiro Rui:

Just as I'm about to head to my room with the soda candy in hand, a knock sounds at the front door.

Seeing that I am the one nearest to the said door, I decide to open it, and am immediately met with Y/N's adorable facing staring right at me.

"Ah, hello there cutie. What brings you to my doorstep? Couldn't stand being apart from your boyfriend for 24 hours?"

I tease, grinning as I place a hand atop her head.

"Actually, I couldn't."

Your blunt response doesn't surprise me one bit, and only causes me to let out a small chuckle.

"Now come on! Have you seen all this snow that's outside?!"

Before I had a chance to respond, I find myself being dragged by Y/N's small and delicate hand, my grin only expanding further on my face.

"Ah, wait, if we're gonna spend the day outside, let me go get my jacket."

I retrieve my hand from her grasp and quickly run inside to get said jacket.

I come back outside seconds later, only to get pelted in the face by a now crushed snowball.

"Snowball fight!!"

My eyes widen by a centimeter for a split second before a teasing grin curls on my lips.

"Ah, so this is how it's gonna be, hm?"

I then duck down, avoiding another snowball of hers as I start forming and shaping my own.

Once I finish making a few, I stand up and aim at the short cute girl that's giving me that adorable grin.

Whack

My snowball flies, and then lands straight on her head, now making it look like she has a melted scoop of vanilla ice cream drooping on her head.

"Whoops, guess it landed there because you're such a shortie~. Perhaps it would be easier to hit you if you were taller. Ah well. You're lucky you get an advantage."

"I am not short! I'm 5'0 1/2"!"

A chuckle escapes my mouth as my expression shifts to a smug one.

"Sweetie, do you not know the definition of 'short'?"

I walk over to her and pat her head gently.

"It means you aren't tall, or below average. Now if you think 5'0 1/2" is average, then I guess you just haven't learned the height of enough people."

"Most people are around my height!"

"Oh really, like who?"

"Nene is 5'1"! And Emu is..... 4'11"? Yeah!"

I can't help but release another chuckle at her reasoning.

"And you think because two of your friends are around the same height as you, that makes your height the average? Tell me, who else is as short as you?"

"Um.... Well, shizuku.... Hm, no..... Honami.... No..... ichika.... She's not either...."

I take a step closer and place a hand under her chin smugly.

"Just admit it. You're short. It can't be that hard, right? Or maybe your pride is just a bit too big."

After hearing my words, I watch her bend down, shape a lazy snowball, and then throw it smack in the middle of my face.

My smug grin only stretches before taking her cold hands in mine, preventing her from forming another snowball.

"Aw, come on now, don't be such a sore loser, N/N. Why don't you stop what you're doing and giving your boyfriend a kiss?"

I lean forward slightly, the snow from before still masked on my face.

"You're kidding, right? I'm not kissing you with that face."

"Well it's your fault I look like this. You only have yourself to blame. Now, come on. Kiss me, or I'll force you to."

"No! I'm not— mmph!"

I cut her sentence short by placing a sweet kiss to her lips, the smug grin on my face only wider after pulling away.

"Don't be so uncooperative next time, dear. There are consequences you know."

Tenma Tsukasa:

Knock knock knock

Click

A big smile graces my face as I open the door and am met with my beloved girlfriend.

"Good morning my dear co-star!"

"Good morning Tsukasa!"

Her energetic smile sends the butterflies to my stomach, only causing my own smile to grow just as bright.

"What are you doing here?"

"Did you look outside?"

"Uh... Yeah?"

"Then let's go!"

She then grabs my hand tightly and leads me to an open space, not even giving me a chance to react

"W-Woah! Slow down!"

I shout as she almost causes me to fall, her lack of height and her grip on my hand causing me to tilt forward.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

I ask curiously as I watch her bend down and do something with the snow, her back turned to me.

"Snowball fight!!"

It takes me a second to process her words, and a second for me to get hit to right on my chest, just about where the top of her head is.

"H-Huh?! Why did you—! S-Snowball fight?"

"Yes! Surely you know what a snowball fight is, Tsukasa."

"I... Of course I do!"

"Then come on!"

She speaks before kneeling down again to make a few snowballs.

"Fight me!"

She then throws another snowball; it landing on my shoulder this time.

"Alright! If you insist! But be prepared, this star is an expert at snowball fights! You may end up covered in snow on every inch of your body once we have finished!"

"Hehe, bring it on!"

She's got that cute smirk and a handful of snowballs. What more could fire me up?

A snowball landing straight under my neck.

That's what fired me up more.

Oooh, that's cold.

"Alright, here it comes!"

I see her open her mouth to respond, but doesn't get the chance to speak as I launch a snow ball right into her mouth and slightly on her cheeks.

"O-Oops! My dear co-star are you okay?!?"

I rush over to her as she spits out the snow.

"Ptooh! Ptooh! Eulgh.."

"You know, snow is just water, so it's not really that bad."

"That's like telling me it's okay to drink rain water, Tsukasa!"

She says before immediately throwing a snowball on my nose as payback.

"H-Hey!"

Her cute giggle rings through my ears before take I hold of another snowball and hurl it at her. Unfortunately, she dodges the attack and bends down to get a snowball of her own.

The two of us laughed, chased each other, and played until the time for nighttime had arrived.

Being the good boyfriend I am, I walked her home; all the way to her doorstep before she turned around to face me.

"I had so much fun, Tsukasa! We should play again soon!"

I placed a hand on her shoulder before agreeing with her.

"Indeed! We should definitely play together again! Now go and get a good night's rest, okay?"

I spoke before leaning into give her a brief goodnight kiss on her lips.

"Good night, my dear Y/N!"

Aoyagi Toya:

Ah, it's such a lovely winter day, and the snow really makes it complete— Hm? Is that Y/N at my front door? What's she doing at my house? Is she looking for me?

"Hey, Y/N."

I walk up to her from behind and gently place a hand on her shoulder.

"Is there a reason you're standing on my doorstep?"

She quickly turns around after feeling my touch, a bright smile plastered across her face.

"Toya!"

I feel my heart melt as she pulls me into one of her warm hugs, her touch alone brightening my day.

"Good morning! I came here to see you! Do you wanna play in the snow?"

Patting her head softly, I look down at her fondly as I sway her bangs slightly before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I'd love to play in the snow with you, if that's what you want."

"Great!"

She then grips my hand before leading me off the doorstep and onto the snow a few feet away.

"So, what snow activities do you have planned?"

I ask with a small smile as I watch Y/N crouch down and take some snow in her hands, slightly confused.

"Snowball fight!"

I stand stunned for a few seconds as she throws a snowball at my forehead, the cold and fuzzy water sending shivers down my spine.

"H... Hm?"

"You heard right! Snowball fight!"

"Ah, my apologies, but I am not very experienced in the area of snowball fights. Perhaps we could try something else?"

"Nononono, you're gonna learn how to play, and I'm teaching you."

"I... You are?"

"Yes. It's very simple."

She then takes my hands and plops some snow into them.

"All you have to do is shape some snow into a decent sized ball...."

She does just that, but with my hands instead of her own. I watch her intently, taking mental notes of her every word and hand movements.

"Now, all you have left to do is throw it!"

Leaving the round ball of snow in my hands, she steps a few feet away.

"Go ahead! Throw it!"

"... Alright."

As requested, I throw the snowball towards her. I aim for her head, but end up throwing the white fuzzy snow almost a foot above her head.

....

"Ah, I'm not really good at this stuff."

"Th-That's alright! Everyone has to start somewhere, right?"

She walks over to me, a determined smile curled on her lips.

"How about I teach you how to throw? See, now, if you want to throw downwards..."

As she speaks, she takes my arm and pulls it backwards slightly, tilting the second half of my arm upwards.

".... You get into that position! Now if you want to throw it, then you just move it forward, then release it with a good amount of force!"

She hops away as she speaks to me.

"Now try it again!"

"Okay."

I follow her instructions and give it another go, the ball landing on her forehead this time.

"Oh— Y/N, are you alright? Maybe I shouldn't have done that."

I rush in front of her and brush the snow off of her face gently.

"I'm fine I'm fine Toya. It's just snow."

"If you are certain. But, I'd rather not continue and risk hurting you. I do appreciate you teaching me how to throw, though."

I place a hand on her cheek and lean down to kiss her sweetly; it's a small 'reward' for her effort.

"Now, let's go get some hot coco."

Shinonome Akito:

"Hm.... If move this sound over here and take this sound out.... No, I should probably..."

"Akito."

Ena barges into my room, without permission like usual, leaving me pissed.

"Ena, I am not going to run one of your errands again, I'm in the middle of something right—"

"Your girlfriend's at the door."

....

That seems to shut me up as I let out a sigh, placing my headphones aside.

I soon arrive at the front door, wondering what she wants.

"Hey, Y/N, you—"

My sentence stops midway due to the freezing snow that was thrown at the middle of my face.

I wipe the snow off and glare at the culprit.

"... Sorry, my hand slipped."

She then sprints off into the snow with me tagging close behind.

Having approached some of the wet snow, I crouch down and start shaping the snow into a round and spherical shape.

"You asked for it!"

I shouted slightly as I hurled the ball at her, aiming for her neck but end up getting the top of her head due to her ducking.

"Snowball fight!!"

She shouts back before throwing a snowball of her own, landing it straight on my chest.

Ooooh..... That hit hard... Guess I'll just have to hit harder!

As an act of revenge, I throw one of my many snowballs towards the same spot: her chest.

She was a bit busy managing her underwhelming pile of snowballs that she was a bit too late to duck...

Bull's eye!

I laugh victoriously at the short girl, a wide smirk plastered on my face.

After seeing my big accomplishment, she starts hurling all of her snowballs at me, one after another. Most of her snowballs hit me and turned me into a living and breathing snowman. What really hits hard though is when she throws the snowball in my eyes.

Painfully, I back away slightly, rubbing my eyes immensely as I hear her approaching.

"Oh no! Did it get in your eyes? Are you okay?"

She sounds worried.

Good.

"Gotchya!"

I smirk before wrapping my arms around her in a death grip, tickling her non stop.

"No! Lemme go lemme go lemme go!"

"Shut up or I'll..."

I decide to leave my sentence unfinished for now, before diving in to plant a teasing kiss on her lips, slightly flustering myself in the process.

"Or I'll kiss you."

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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@deadchannelradio said:

obsessed w "civ hostage" kon. obsessed.

THANK you for giving me the opportunity to talk abt this one bc it is, if i do say so myself, funny as hell. like, i talk a bit hurt/comfort character study etc game, but i am also just a guy who deeply, DEEPLY enjoys some good old fashioned shenanigans.

SO. to set the stage: we have conner kent, good ol sweet country boy conner kent, spending a weekend in the big city to visit his buddy tim. things are going well, for the most part, until tim and conner make the mistake of going to hang out at a nice café. why?

the cafe is SO nice that it is, in fact, right next to a bank!

they are in gotham city (uh oh!).

the bank gets robbed.

sirens start blaring, the gcpd are there, the robbers burst out of the front door frantic to get to their getaway car, and oh, hell, the gcpd is right there, they need some kind of leverage to not get their tires shot out from under them--

they need a hostage!

there's a cafe patio full of civilians right there!

this guy who's jumped to his feet as if to get between all the guns and his buddy? oh sure yeah he'll do cmon grab him get him in the car lets go lets GO MOVE IT MOVE IT

FLOOR IT LETS GO KEEP A GUN TO HIS HEAD MAKE SURE THE COPS SEE WE HAVE HIM LETS GO

[!] Congratulations! Your Conner Kent is now a Civilian Hostage™! In order to protect his secret identity, he may not use any of his powers to escape. Make sure he doesn't run his mouth too much, or else getting shot will reveal that he's bulletproof!

tim, left at the cafe: what the fuck. kon, sitting in the getaway car: what the fuck. the bank robbers, who have no idea what they've just brought upon themselves: phew! that was quick thinking!

what follows is a progression of increasingly more ludicrous conversations as kon desperately tries to control his inability to shut the fuck up. the bank robbers start to argue.

"boss, he's just a teenager!" one argues. "he isn't even from here--look how much he's talking about his grandma. i feel bad. we don't have to keep the guns on him at all times, do we?"

"if he doesn't shut up about his grandma, shoot him in the foot," boss grouches.

"oh, please, don't do that, sir," kon wheedles, valiantly resisting the urge to ttk the duct tape off his arms so he can gesture rudely at the big boss. he does his very best big, innocent doe eyes instead. "my grandpa bought me these boots, and he passed a couple years back!"

"oh, now look what you did!" a third guy exclaims. "he's gonna talk about BOTH grandparents now!"

kon looks back and forth between the bank robbers. two out of three are glaring; the first one, the sympathetic one, tries to smile at him.

kon looks at them all some more.

tim is somewhere up in the rafters of this random gotham wharf warehouse by now, he's sure. this will all be over soon. he doesn't have to keep resisting the giggles too much longer. right?

"could i convince you guys to let me go?" he blinks so sweetly. so innocently. "shucks, i can sweeten the deal! how's this?"

he flutters his eyelashes a little. smiles so innocently.

"i'll give you my grandma's apple pie recipe--"

this is the worst day of these bank robbers' lives.

tim, in the rafters: forget the robbers. I'M gonna strangle him.

anyway, red robin swoops in to rescue Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. of course, he can't stay long, but he makes quick work of the hostage situation.

Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent is more than happy to give a quick statement to the press outside, of course. he looks directly into the camera and gushes about how amazing it was to have red robin himself rescue him! he's so suave and mysterious and cool, and his hair smells so nice--

tim, who is the only one who knows that kon is just very smugly patting himself on the back for finally convincing him to try his fancy shampoo and conditioner set: :|

trending on gotham twitter: Red Robin Smells Like Rosewater

tim is going to kill Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. he's gonna do it.

"i'll fucking leave you there next time," he tells kon, who is scrolling through all the tweets with glee. "see if i come rescue you ever again. i'll let the assholes with guns keep you."

"sure you will, rob," kon agrees oh-so-sweetly. tim is going to throw things at him. kon is so smug. god dammit.

but hey, at least he makes tim some apple pie afterwards.

#rimi writes #sort of #timkon #deadchannelradio #its about the shenanigans you see

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VIRALITY // 10

10 - Maybe Both, Maybe Neither

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!oc [vallie]

masterlist/intro: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 5.8k

summary: after waking up next to each other vallie & nicholas go their separate ways. vallie goes to visit an old friend who may be more than friendly. nicholas goes to sober up noah but doesn’t expect him to pull the curtain back on his resentment.

warnings: mentions about alcoholism/AA meetings/cheating, arguing, noah being annoying but what's new, tea is spilled !!, vallie is vulnerable for once in her life, lots of dialogue, alternating POVs sorry 🥲

A/N: Sorry it's been like 2 months since I’ve updated, it literally did not feel like it 🥲 school & life are kicking my ass lol + this chapter ended up being so complicated / difficult

Also! This chapter introduces a very mild crossover with Christian 'Kras' Anthony from the band Chase Atlantic - he's being used as a fun little temporary reoccurring side character. Don't worry, knowing who he is isn't necessary to understand his character lol i just think he's cute🥰

don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

-NICHOLAS-

A jarring buzzing jolts me awake. I sit up a bit with scrunched eyes trying to follow the noise with a wandering patting hand. The noise leads to Vallie’s phone rattling on my bedside table next to her. I grab it and sleepily ignore the call out of habit.

In my still half-sleep state, I don’t want to be anywhere else besides where my body was curled up against her. I return to my spot with my arm around the brunette, tugging her closer. Her scent fills my nostrils when I nuzzle into her neck. The smell of her hair is peppermint-y and the scent on her skin reminds me of marshmallows and… matcha?

Whatever it is, it’s warm, cozy, and smells so yummy it makes me want to eat her again.

Before I have the pleasure of manifesting that thought into reality, her phone goes off vibrating again, this time making me significantly more aggravated.

I snatch the phone looking at her caller ID – the name plastered across the screen:

Christian

with some emojis I’m far too sleepy to decipher.

Christian?

I decide not to ignore her phone call from an evidently urgent caller.

“Hey, Hey.” I gently nudge her shoulder. “Your phone has been going off.”

She lets out a sleepy groan that is probably the cutest noise I’ve ever heard.

She takes one look at the ID and immediately ignores it and shoves it under the pillow.

Odd.

She yawns and rubs her eye, “What time is it?”

“I’m not sure.” I try to look at the edges of my window covered with blackout curtains trying to gauge even the time of day. “You have your phone, check it?”

Her fingers tap against the mattress. “It’s not that important.”

“Who’s Christian?” I blurt out without thinking.

From the angle I’m at, I can see her eyes widen a bit at the question.

She clears her throat. “What?”

“The person who kept calling you. It was someone named Christian?”

“Oh um,” She bites down on my lip, seemingly contemplating her answer. “He’s a friend.”

I’m filled with a feeling I’m not sure I enjoy nor one I should be feeling.

“A friend?” I ask, unconvinced.

It’s none of my business. It doesn’t matter who he is.

“Yeah, a friend.” She scrunches her brows at the wall. “Why do you care who’s calling me?”

“I-I don’t.” I reply but I know I’m a shit liar and I probably don’t sound very convinced. “I was just wondering.”

“Right.” She yawns then gets up in a panic like she just realized where she is. “Oh my god we fell asleep.”

“Yeah…I figured you gathered that by now.” I said falling down flat beside her.

“Fuck Nick, how am I gonna get out of here?” She scrambles for her phone beneath the pillow to finally check the time. “Fuck, fuck, I have to leave.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Let me just check out the house, I can take you to get your car.” I pull myself out of bed and let myself stretch out my arms above my head.

“Fuck.” She mutters, readjusting her entire torso in her tight top. “Remind me to never sleep in a corset ever again. I need to get out of this, can I borrow something?”

Her attention lands on me and at first, her forest greens are inquisitive and calm but when she actually looks at me, they widen. Her eyes slowly trail down my body and land where my shirt hangs above the exposed skin of my hips.

Watching her tongue slide between her lips makes my heart thump in my ear drums so loud I can barely hear what she’s saying.

“Also, can you um,” She clears her throat and looks back up at me, “Help me get this off?”

“Sure.” I nod and drop my arms back down.

She shifts in the bed so the zipper in the back of the faux-corset faces me. My fingers delicately gather her dark chocolate locks and drape them over her shoulder to get them out of my way. Her tan skin curves so beautifully from her neck to her shoulder that I feel as though if I don’t kiss her there it would somehow be insulting.

The need to kiss her there feels as necessary as air, so lean down and press a hesitant kiss to the crook of her neck as I begin unzipping her top.

She doesn’t stop me, which I was sure she would stop me now in the daylight.

Another kiss up, I linger more there.

Then another in the same spot, then another, and another, and another – until I am fully peppering her skin with open mouth kisses and my hands roam her curves.

She lets out little noises the closer I get to her ear that remind me of the ones she gave me when my tongue was inside her.

It’s not until I’m nipping and sucking at her skin that she speaks.

“Nick…” She whines in a tone that says ‘you know better’.

I tug down the rest of her zipper.

My lips still lazily drag up her neck.

I hum against her and let my hands wander down her sides to her hips. “Let me make you feel good.”

She lets out a shuddered whine but not a red or green light.

My hands round her hips giving them a gentle back and forth rub, “I need to taste you again.” I press another kiss against the sensitive skin below her ear and I can feel goosebumps erupt all over her skin.

My fingers burn everywhere they meet her skin and beg to be everywhere they shouldn’t be.

She closes her eyes and lets herself breathe for a second.

“Nicholas.” She repeats, more sternly this time. “I have to leave before anyone sees me.”

“I know.” I say simply and pull away, strategically resting both hands over my semi.

I know I shouldn’t press more. I know shouldn’t try to convince more. But god do I want to. All I’m thinking about is fucking her senseless.

She keeps a hand on the front of the corset to keep it flush on her skin. “Could I please borrow something?” She reminds me of her original request.

“Oh yeah sure, sorry.” I quickly scan the room for the closest item.

I spot a barely worn Deftones shirt and hand it to her.

“Thanks.”

She just sort of stares at me then makes a ‘turn-around’ motion with her hand.

“Oh, sorry.” I shift away from her. “It’s not like it’s anything I haven’t seen before.”

“Shut up.”

I hear her let out a sigh of relief, probably from finally being freed from the constricting top.

“Okay you can turn around now.”

I turn back to her and find what I expected: her in my shirt.

What I didn’t expect was to somehow find her even more attractive in my shirt than even a lace corset.

As much as I’d like for her to stay, I fear that if I don’t get her out now, I’ll devour her whole.

“I’ll just… go scope out the area.” I thumb over my shoulder towards the door.

“Good idea.” She nods.

I very quietly sneak out of my room into the empty hallway, gently closing the bedroom door behind me.

After tiptoeing around the house, I find everyone asleep as it seems still quite early, at least for them.

The drive back to the bar is quiet and somewhat awkward. I’m not sure if it’s because of what we did or if I crossed some sort of invisible line and made her upset.

Or maybe both,

Maybe neither.

Maybe I’m over thinking it.

We haven’t talked about anything, no rules, no boundaries. I don’t know how I would bring that up to begin with. What the hell are we doing? And how do I feel about it. How do I want to feel about it?

We say goodbye and it’s stiff and odd. I’m not sure if I should kiss her? Or treat her like my colleague?

Maybe both,

Maybe neither.

That one feels more like a maybe neither.

The way she acted this morning makes me think that whatever… this is, is over.

I know it should be done, but there is a part of me that doesn’t want to stop. At least not yet. Maybe if I got one more fix.

Regardless how I feel about it, it was a mistake. I knew that the first time, I knew it last night and I know it now.

Why did I let this happen. How did I let this happen?

I tap my fingers anxiously against the steering wheel once I’ve parked at home.

I know Folio wouldn’t really care but if Noah or Jolly found out about this?

Oh my god.

I don’t even want to think about what would happen.

All I know is two things.

One, I can’t keep fucking thinking about this – I can’t keep thinking about her.

Two, I unfortunately know what I need to do when I walk back through our front door.

-VALLIE-

As soon as my car door shuts behind me, I let out a long sigh that I wasn’t aware I was holding.

I fold my arms around my steering wheel and rest my forehead against it.

“Fuck.”

The entire ride home there was this nausea festering in the pit of my stomach.

I like being with Nicholas.

I like being with Nicholas too much.

And this stupid fucking Deftones shirt is too comfortable and smells too much like him – and I like it more than I should. And I need to get home as soon as possible to get it off me.

This is absolutely the last thing I needed – catching feelings or whatever the fuck is filling my chest with butterflies from someone I’m representing.

This is the band that I shouldn’t have even taken on in the first place, and now I’m here on the verge of vomiting because I miss the way his bed feels. This was not the plan.

I shake my head from the the thoughts as I walk through my front door. It’s just the dickmatization talking. That’s it. I like his dick and that’s all.

His huge fucking…

No.

And god his fucking tongue...

No.

This absolutely cannot be happening.

I won’t let this happen.

I need to nip this in the bud before it goes any further.

I chuck my phone and keys on my dresser and use my palms to lean against the edge.

An abrupt buzzing of my iPhone against the hard wood shocks me from my dissociation.

Christian

…could be exactly what I need.

I slide the answer bar across the screen and bring the phone to my ear.

“Hey Kras.” I smile, using his nickname.

“Val!” He chimes cheerfully on the other line. “I’ve been trying to get ya all day!”

“I’m busy Kras, you know that.” I roll my eyes playfully. “What’s up, what do you want so badly?”

“Tour ended last week and I’m staying in LA for a bit for some band stuff before I head back home to Sydney.” He pauses. “I wanna see you. I need to talk to you about something.”

I press my lips together and take a deep breath, suddenly stressed about what exactly that meant.

“Okay. When and where do you wanna meet up?”

“Today? My place?”

“Okay, see you then.”

After a much-needed shower I’m finally at the door of his temporary apartment. I smooth out my outfit, which wasn’t much really, just some sweats with a cropped tank. With as long as I’ve known Kras, it didn’t really matter what I looked like, but I still wanted to look cute. I use my hand to flatten my tied up hair to make sure there’s no ridges before I knock on his door. It doesn’t take long for him to answer it.

“Val.” He greets with his signature big goofy smile.

The tall, long-haired blonde envelopes me into giant hug and I embrace it. His scent fills my nose with memories; it’s soft, comforting, and most of all, fun.

Christian and I have always been close, he’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. Our friendship has always been…interesting to say the least. I think most people would consider our dynamic complicated, but to us it’s quite simple.

I give him a good, hard squeeze around his midsection. “Augh, Kras I’ve missed you.”

He reciprocates the squeeze and places a kiss atop my head. “I missed you too.”

I pull away with a smile and smack his arm, “You don’t text me enough! I didn’t even know your tour ended.”

“Me? The phone works both ways Miss ‘You know I’m busy’” He mocks me jokingly.

“God, I forget how strong your Aussie accent is in person.” I chuckle, diverting the conversation.

I shiver at the ice-cold chill I get from his AC and rub my arms for warmth.

“Fuck it’s cold as shit in here.” It’s so frigid even my teeth chatter.

“Yeah, sorry I like it freezing. You want a jacket or something?” He offers then crosses the room when I nod.

He picks through some clothes in an open suitcase and hands me a multicolored flannel. I pull the flannel over my arms letting the material engulf my body.

After a brief catching up about tour and life, I lean against the wall and cross my arms.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about.” I cut straight to it.

He bites down on his lip, and I can’t tell if he’s excited or nervous.

Maybe both, maybe neither.

“We need a manager.” He blurts out.

“Oh? I thought you were working with-”

“We want you Val.”

I laugh, because surely, he can’t be serious. I don’t belong to an agency and work my two clients freelance, all on my own. There’s no way I could take on another band, especially one as successful as Chase on top of the other two.

“What? No, no, I absolutely couldn’t manage you guys…”

He steps towards me and trails his fingers down my arms and hooks onto my hands. “Sure you can. You used to, remember?”

I shake my head, “Oh, you know that doesn’t count Christian. We were nobodies – you were nobodies. Of course I could manage your measly little 10,000 Instagram followers.”

He squeezes my hands and tugs on my arms. “C’mon Val. It’ll be like the good old days. It’ll be fun!”

“I don’t know about you, but living in a tiny LA apartment with three men struggling to afford food wasn’t really that good or fun.”

He rolls his eyes and tugs on my arms again. “For old times’ sake?”

I shake my head, “No, no, I already have enough on my plate. I just took on another band not that long ago.”

“Please Val, for us?” His brows curve up, and he gives me the biggest hazel puppy dog eyes that he knows I can’t say no to. “For me?”

I groan and rest my head back against the wall. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

His hands leave mine and find their way to my hips, slipping under the flannel so his hands are holding onto bare skin between my tank and my sweats. His forehead presses against mine.

“Is there anything I can do to help change that answer?” He asks between the small space separating us while his finger traces my jaw line tilting my chin up a bit.

I tug at my lip – this is partially why I came here right? To nip my Nick problem in the bud, to break the dickmatization spell.

“I don’t know, maybe.” I tease up at him with round eyes.

“Hm.” He hums and leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips and I freeze.

Even though we’ve done this a million times before, it just feels wrong now. Nicholas and I aren’t even… anything, we’re just fucking, right? But it still feels odd.

I know this feeling.

And I know what it means.

Fuck.

I pull away and give a little head shake.

“Plum?” He asks using our code word for when we’re interested in or dating someone else.

I groan loudly, shuffle past him to his bed in the studio apartment and dramatically fall flat, face down onto it. Then let out an even louder, longer groan.

He walks over and gently sits criss-cross on the bed next to me.

“Must be a pretty good Plum to have you like this.”

Our friendship was simple. We’re the rare example that a friends-with-benefits can be truly, purely platonic and casual. Kras is a generally affectionate guy, even with his bandmates. And he is one of the only people I feel comfortable being affectionate with, so I let myself be affectionate with him.

We are platonically affectionate best friends who fuck when we’re single. It sounds impossible but it’s who we are and who we have been for almost 10 years.

It’s nice, cozy, and convenient. Easy.

He’s safe, familiar, and reliable.

Which is more than I can say for any friendship or relationship I’ve ever had.

I turn my head towards him still flat against the bed.

“It’s bad Kras.”

“How bad?”

I chew on my bottom lip. “I work with him.”

His eyes widen. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“…In the band you were talking about?”

I turn back to hide my face in his duvet. “Oh yeah.”

“Val noooo.”

I chuckle at how his ‘no’s sound like ‘naaauur’s.

“I knooow.” I whine into the sheets.

“Singer?”

I shake my head against the duvet.

“Guitarist?”

“Bassist.” I reply muffled in bedding.

“Oof.”

A laugh escapes me at his reaction. I pop my head up at him, “Stop, I know.”

I pull myself up and cross the bed to sit next to him and lay my head on his shoulder.

“Maybe I just really like his dick.” I state confidently staring out the large window across the room. I blankly watch the daytime city lights flicker across the highrise-littered skyline.

“You think so?” He asks looking down at me a little. “I’ve never seen you get like this over just good dick. You’re pretty cut and dry about like…emotions. You’re good at separating sex from feelings.” He laughs and nudges me. “That’s why we work so well.”

I groan and hide my face in his shoulder because I know he’s right. He’s always right when it comes to shit like this.

“He sang to me Kras.”

“Oh god…was he any good?”

I feel my cheeks heat up and I nod against his arm, “It was so pretty.”

He laughs and tickles my side, “Look at you! You’re smitten! I never thought I’d see the day.”

I grab the nearest pillow and smack him with it, “Shut up!” then fall back flat and cover my face with it.

There’s a silence between us for a bit, a million things running through my mind, but Kras speaks for me.

“You know you can’t love him, right?” He says gently.

My brows furrow immediately, I slam the pillow down and shoot straight up.

“WHOA, whoa whoa.” I cut through the air with my hand. “Nobody ever said anything about…the L word. I do not…love him.” I can barely get the word out as if it’s something forbidden. “I barely fucking know him. I just like his dick.”

“Okay, okay.” He raises his hands in defense. “You can’t like him. You know that right?”

“I don’t even know if I like him. We’re just fucking. That’s all.”

He glares at me with a face that screams, ‘yeah right’. “Well, fine, you know you can’t keep fucking him.”

I let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, I know. I thought coming here to fuck you would help.”

He laughs then tapers off in thought.

“Maybe we don’t actually have to fuck in order to help.” He suggests.

I raise a brow at him, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean… guys normally don’t just sing to girls they’re casually hooking up with.”

“Okay…?” I motion for him to keep going.

“So, if it comes up or anything, you could just lie.” He shrugs.

“Lie about what?”

“About like, fucking someone else. If he likes you enough to sing to you, he probably won’t be happy if you tell him you’re fucking someone else. So, he’ll stop trying to fuck you.”

I chew on my thumbnail in thought, he’s right. Like always.

“Maybe. I don’t really know if he’d even care. We never really talking about anything… I thought we just had a silent agreement about just fucking, he never said anything about-”

“He sang to you Val.”

I anxiously twirl the ends of my ponytail and chew on my bottom lip. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

He gives me the most ‘are you for real’ glare.

“Okay, okay.” I deflate. “IF it comes up, I’ll mention something.”

“Just don’t say who I am. I don’t know him, he could beat my ass." He laughs. "Plus, it would be pretty awkward for him to find out that you’re fucking a hot guitarist from your other band.” He smirks cheekily.

“Shut up.” I elbow his side playfully, “I never said yes.”

“But you will.”

I chew on my lip thinking it over.

On one hand, I’m already insanely busy and overworked with the two artists I’m already managing.

On the other hand, as odd as they are, they are old and close friends of mine. It wouldn’t be like managing strangers or learning a whole new fanbase, I helped build the foundation of the one they have now back in 2014.

And it would be a good distraction.

If this plan works out with Nick, maybe I could move on from Plum status and I can actually focus on my job.

“Fine. I’ll do it. BUT,” I hold a finger pointed towards him menacingly, “ONLY temporarily.”

“Ah yes! I knew you would!” He exclaims, wrapping his arms around me and tackling me to the bed, pressing various ‘thank you’ kisses to my cheek.

“Okay, okay enough.” I chuckle trying to escape his grasp.

-NICHOLAS-

I let a long sigh at the bottom of the stairs, shifting my weight between both feet. I tap my fingers on the wooden railing anxiously. I probably shouldn’t be this rattled over something I’ve done a million times before. But it doesn’t get any easier.

I push myself up the stairs in one driving force knowing that it has to be me. It’s always me.

Never Folio. Never Jolly.

It’s always been my job.

There’s no response when I knock on Noah’s bedroom door.

I knock again, no answer.

So, I let myself in.

As expected, Noah’s passed out with a fresh bottle of whiskey half drank on his nightstand. His room still in as much filth as it’s been for a while. For as long as I’ve known him, I’ve only ever seen his room even remotely messy a handful of times, and this is the worst I’ve ever seen it. In the past I’ve known the reasons behind the mess or the drinking – usually over a breakup or some depression spell – but this time he kept me in the dark. I have no fucking clue what's going on with him.

If I wasn’t so aggravated with him already, the mess of the room would worry me even more than I already am.

I cross the threshold of garbage between the door and his bed and pat his cheek awake.

“Noah.”

Sleepy snores tumble from his mouth and while one might find them endearing, right now, they’re pissing me the fuck off.

“Noah.” I say more sternly, nudging him more. No luck.

I try various other ways, and nothing works. He’s out cold.

So, I try a tried-and-true classic.

I climb on top of him and straddle his waist over the duvet, one knee at each side of his hips. His boney exposed shoulders offer a great anchor so I grab them, shaking him awake.

He comes-to slowly, droopy heavy lids struggling to open. His fist goes to rub his tired eye but winces when he’s reminded of the swollen black and blue that surrounds it.

“The fuck are you doing?” He groans, stealing a pillow from beside him to cover his face. “Get off of me.”

I snatch the pillow from his grasp and toss it across the room. “No. You’re going to get up. You’re going to shower. And I’m taking you to a meeting.”

He shields his eyes with his arm. “I’m-I’m fine Nick, don’t need a meeting.” His words slurring together.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” I correct.

“I don’t need a meeting.” He hiccups and I can smell the alcohol radiating off him, seeping through his skin. “I’m not going. I'm just gonna sleep.”

I grab his wrists, pin them to the bed and get low to his face. “Oh you’re going. We’re gonna sober you up, starting with a shower.” I pull off him and stand beside the bed.

“Let’s go. C’mon.”

“No.”

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way has the same result. Let’s go.”

“No.”

I sigh, even though I knew it would end up like this. “Fine. Hard way it is.”

I yank the sheets off him and use two arms to scoop up his body by his midsection and throw him over my shoulder. He’s thin enough to where even I can lift and carry him easily – or maybe I’ve just gotten used to the weight of him in my arms.

“Nick let me fucking go.” He whines but doesn’t try to wiggle out of my grasp, probably too hungover to move that much.

With every bit of my strength, I carry his thin body to his guest bathroom.

I all but toss him into the shower, start the water, and fling the curtain closed.

“Hey! What the fuck!” He yells and shuts off the water immediately.

He slings the curtain open and snatches a towel off the nearest rack, wrapping it around his shirtless torso.

“What the fuck is your problem, Nicholas!” His hands frantically wipe the water from his face.

I let out a frustrated groan and turn to leave. "Stop being a baby."

He steps out of the tub and calls after me, “Hey, I’m not fucking done talking to you!”

The shower shock did exactly what I needed it to do, sober him up, but now I regret even waking him up.

“My problem is that you’re a fucking drunk Noah.” I snap turning back to him.

“I’m not a fucking drunk, I have it under control. You’re just fucking paranoid!” He steps into the hallway dripping water all over the carpet.

“I’m not fucking paranoid, Noah. I’m not letting you drink yourself to oblivion.”

His brows lift in offense, “Let me? What the fuck are you, my fucking keeper?”

“Sometimes it sure fucking feels like I am!” The words escape me before I can stop them.

He chuckles in disbelief, “Well, nobody fucking asked you to be.”

“It doesn’t matter if anyone asked me to, I have to because who the fuck else is gonna pick your sorry, bruised ass off a bar floor in the middle of the fucking day?” My hand helps exaggerate each word.

“Jolly or Folio would’ve.” He sasses, crossing his arms.

“Oh yeah? And how long you think they’d put up with that?” I step closer to him. “Not for as long as I have, that’s for fucking sure.”

His eyes scrunch together like he’s hurt or offended.

Maybe both,

Maybe neither.

“I won’t let you push out everyone in our lives Noah.”

His eyes land on me and he cocks his head to the right a bit like a dog processing a foreign noise.

“‘Push out everyone in our lives’ is that what this is actually about? Alice?”

My gaze locks on him and my hands curl into tight fists at my sides. There are many words I want to say but none seem able to leave my tongue.

“Oh my god. You can’t be serious.” He steps back and points defensively at me. "I didn't push her out, you did!"

My blood boils and burns as it courses through my veins. My eyes narrow at him.

“I know you fucked her Noah.” I shove my finger so hard into his chest that it nearly knocks him back.

“I didn’t even like her Nick! Why the fuck would I fuck her?” He immediately denies.

“Because you always have to have everything you want, including the things that aren’t yours.”

“‘Things’” He scoffs. “Funny how you’re so upset about someone you only see as a thing.”

My teeth grind so hard it makes my jaw clench, “You know she was never a thing to me until you fucked her.”

“Oh, give it a break Nicholas! Stop blaming me for her leaving.” His hands exaggerate his words then points straight at me. “You are the reason your relationship failed. You are the reason she left.”

My eyes narrow as I step closer to his soaked body. “I would really watch what you fucking say if I were you.”

“Or what?” He asks but I have no answer. “When are you going to stop punishing me for something I never fucking did?”

I watch his eyes: dark brown, heavy, bloodshot, and one lined with a dark bruise from the bar fight. His words sound genuine, but I know his eyes, I know them like the back of my hand.

I know when he’s lying, and he’s lying to me right now. I can’t prove it, I haven’t been able to, but I know he’s been lying to me for the past year.

“For the love of god Noah, can you just stop fucking lying?” I snap. "You don't even have enough respect for me to tell me the truth?"

“Wow.” He presses his lips together for a moment. “You must think so low of me to really believe that I would do something like that.”

“I don’t have to think low of you to believe the truth.” I hiss, stepping towards him. “But you’re going to keep denying it so it’s irrelevant what I believe did or didn’t happen. What I do know, is that you have a fucking problem, and you need help.”

He steps towards me with low brows and narrow beady eyes, “I didn’t fuck Alice and I don’t need a fucking alcohol anonymous meeting just because I still like to get drunk sometimes. I am a fucking adult, and I don’t need you to ‘save me’.” He scoffs and runs his tongue across his teeth. “You know? Maybe that’s what actually drove Alice away, you and your fucking high-and-mighty, savior complex bullshit.”

Every inch of skin on my body feels like its burning and my heart races so loud I can barely even think clearly. I tighten my fists so tight that my nails dig into my palms painfully. I know that if I do anything, it will make me look like the villain.

“I can’t fucking hit you because if I do, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” I growl lowly. “Get sober or don’t, I don’t fucking care anymore – but we have a chance, a real chance at making it now and if you ruin this for us Noah, I will never fucking forgive you. Do you understand me? I will fucking destroy you if you fuck this up for us.”

His brows curve up and he looks at me like I’m insane for insinuating that he would. “I won’t.” He replies through gritted teeth.

I glance over the railing when I hear the house beginning to stir with Jolly and Folio starting to wake up, which is exactly what I was trying to avoid. I don’t need them getting involved.

“Just,” I lower my voice between us. “Make it to rehearsals, meetings, shows – the rest I don’t give a fuck. Just make it to work. Sober.”

“Fine.” He says quickly, "If that will keep you out of my fucking business and leave me the fuck alone."

"Fine."

"Fine." He repeats, because of course he has to have the last word, before storming off to his room and slamming the door behind him.

I mirror him, making it to my room and slamming the door.

Once alone, the feeling that courses through my body is nauseating, painful and overwhelming. It is a visceral ache, I feel it twisting in my chest first, in my ribs, then flows and pools in the pit of my stomach.

I thought I moved on from the Alice situation. I tried to force myself to believe him, I tried to forget and push it so far down that it wouldn’t hurt. Tried to rationalize, maybe he didn’t sleep with her. Maybe he didn’t betray me. Maybe it really is just me projecting the weaknesses of our relationship onto him. But no matter how hard I push it down, it always bubbles back up.

And in my gut, I know he did it. Everything adds up, the timelines, the behavior, all of it.

I was just never prepared for a girlfriend to cheat on me with my best friend. I was never prepared to have him sleep with my girlfriend. Not after everything we’ve been through.

I was never prepared to have my heart broken by the two people I trusted and loved more than anything in my life.

In retrospect, I guess, I should’ve expected it. For as long as I can remember Noah always had girls fawning all over him. He always had that lead singer charm even though he never planned on being a frontman. Girls were never an issue for him, he seemed to get anyone he ever wanted.

Is it really that far-fetched that the one I had wanted him too?

Is that all that this is going to be from now on? Any girl the rest of us want, would just want Noah first?

I never pictured that this would be our future.

I never pictured my best friend of over a decade fucking my girlfriend then lying about it to my face.

I never pictured having to drag said lying, alcoholic best friend out of bed trying to get him to an AA meeting just so he could be sober enough for rehearsals.

I never imagined that out of the four of us, it would be me having to hold it all together. I never signed up for that. I signed up to play an instrument, to sign CDs, sleep in busses and sit in interviews. I never signed up to play manager, I never signed up to secretly scrape Noah off bar floors, be his personal caretaker and tentative AA sponsor. Doing all of that just to have it thrown in my face, to stand next to him – every day in rehearsals, in photoshoots, on stage, across the fucking dining table – knowing what he did and pretending that I’m okay with it.

I never thought I’d feel stuck in this band, this thing Noah and I have worked on and dreamed about since we were 15. I’ve poured so much of my life into this fucking band.

I can’t just up and leave. I’d have nothing left. I’d be nothing without them and I can’t be the bomb to blow us up. Especially not now when everything is just starting to take off. All this work would’ve been for nothing.

It’s not just my livelihood and dream, but theirs as well. I can’t do that to them.

And as much as I want to, as much as I’ve tried, I can’t leave Noah. We both know I’m right whether he wants to admit it or not. Nobody else would do what I do, nobody knows what I do, and nobody knows how to take care of him the way I do. He’s stubborn and stupid and won’t let anyone else in the way he’s let me in.

I don’t know why I’m the only one who has gotten the curse of his trust, but I have it and I can’t hand it off or set it down – no matter how heavy or suffocating it is.

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genesis-p4l-love · 3 months

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Found Family || OBX Fanfic

Pairings: jjxoc!sister, platonic!Pogues, hurt/comfort, ANGSTY

Warnings: abuse, profanity, 3.8k words (forgive me...)

Summary: JJ's little sister wants to go to a party with her brother's friends. But she doesn't realize there might be someone to stop her from doing that.

DISCLAIMER: OC has autism/displays symptoms of autism. Enjoy!

The sun blinds me as I stare at the open water. I am sitting on the bow of the Pogue, letting Sarah braid my hair. It would be relaxing if JJ was not the kind of person he is. “Watch out!” My brother yells, running past us and cannonballing into the water. Sarah and I yelp as the water splashes us.

“JJ, that was rude!” I say as his blonde head bobs up from the water.

“You should be more worried about them,” JJ replies, smirking. Just as he says that, John B runs past us, front flipping into the water, followed by Pope, who dives. “Now my splash isn’t so bad, is it sweetie?” I stick my tongue out at him.

“Okay, you’re all getting it now,” says Kiara. “You got my phone wet!” Sarah, Kiara, and I jump in simultaneously, creating a splash that covers all the boys.

“There,” I say as we resurface. “Now we are even.” Then I get a splash in the face. I yelp and back away.

I glare at Pope, who snickers at me. “If only you could see your face right now,” he says through giggles.

“I cannot wait to see your face when I drown your sorry butt,” I reply, shoving Pope underwater. That starts a war.

Just as I get overwhelmed, JJ calls out from the top of the Pogue, “Hey, ladies, we’ll offer you a truce. A peace treaty if you will,” he says, “But first, one more splash. Heads up!” He flips and cannonballs into the water with a splash to end all splashing.

“Oh yeah, I heard about that,” John B says, sitting beside Sarah. “I’d be happy to go.”

“Heyward said he didn’t need me tonight, so I’m free,” Pope smiles as he grabs a beer from the cooler and tosses one to John B.

“Sounds good,” says JJ, taking a beer from the cooler. “It’s not like I’d be doing anything else. Lynn, you down?”

“Yes, but I would have to stop by our house to get my dress,” I reply as JJ hands me a can of soda.

“You could borrow one of mine again, sweetie,” Kiara quickly says. She and the other Pogues know how my father can be whenever I am around and probably want to keep me from him.

“Thanks, Kiara, but I would really like to wear my dress tonight,” I say, patting her shoulder. “I have been borrowing yours and Sarah’s dresses too much, and they do not fit me. Besides, I need some things from there anyway.” I hop off the boat and step onto the dock, where I put on JJ’s t-shirt, my glasses, and my sneakers.

“Oh, muffin,” I hear JJ sing. He picks me up by my waist before I can turn around. Despite being 14 years old - only two years younger- I am still small enough that JJ can pick me up like a ragdoll.

“JJ, stop it!” I exclaim. He puts me down but does not let go. He stays standing behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder. “JJ, what are you doing?” I ask.

“Don’t go, Lynn,” He pleads. “You know how Dad is around you, and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Relax, JJ,” I tell him, attempting to pry his hands off me. “It will be in and out. He will never know I was there. I promise.” He sighs, but he lets go of me. I pick up JJ’s brown pack.

“Can I at least come with you?” he asks. I nod with a smile. “We’ll be right back!” JJ shouts over his shoulder.

We take JJ’s bike to Dad’s house. The second we arrive, JJ stiffens up. The place is old outside and worse inside for several reasons. I remember how JJ looked after his last interaction with Dad. The night he got the hot tub. It was one of the few times I have seen him cry. I suggest, “What if I go in by myself?”

That snaps JJ out of his daze. He glares at me, “Carolynn Destiny Maybank, you must be insane if you think I’m gonna let you go in alone,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “Well, first,” I reply, “the full name was unnecessary. Second, you seem like you do not want to go in there, and I do not blame you. But I have to.”

JJ sighs. “Fine,” he mutters. “Please, don’t do anything stupid,” JJ says, kissing my forehead.

“Last I checked, I am the only smart one in the family,” I reply, patting JJ’s cheek. JJ chuckles. “I will be back.”

“Call me if you need me,” JJ calls after me. I turn around and give him a thumbs up.

Upon entering, I see cans and bottles strewn across the floor. “Dad?” My voice echoes through the house. No answer. I run to my room and retrieve my dress. I grab some more outfits before sneaking into JJ’s room. He has been wearing the same two shirts all week, so I assume he will appreciate the favor. Once I have enough clothes in the bag, I zip it up and start to leave. Then, I see my father walking in from the back porch.

Dad stares at me, and a drunken smile appears on his face. I can smell the alcohol wafting off him. Even at this distance, the smell makes me dizzy. “C.D.,” he says. I hate that nickname. “You’re back. What happened this time?”

“Nothing. I have been staying at John B’s house, Dad,” I reply, fidgeting with the backpack strap.

“I didn’t ask where you’re staying,” Dad says, grabbing a bottle of who-knows-what from the fridge and slamming it closed. “I don’t care. Figured you’d be back when you wanted something.” He saunters over to me, grips the hand that holds JJ’s backpack, and lifts it so the bag is at eye level. “This is your brother’s, ain’t it?”

I quickly shake my head. The bottle slips out of Dad’s hand and shatters on the floor, cutting my legs. My hand moves to cover my ears but stops just before reaching them. I put my hand down before Dad notices. “No, I was just grabbing some things,” I say. I slowly back away from Dad. “I have everything I need, so I will get out of your-”

“Hang on now, girly,” says Dad, pulling me back toward him. “You think you can show up in my house and take whatever you want from me? You haven’t been here in weeks.” He steps forward, shoving me into the wall. “With your ‘condition,’ I’m surprised you even made it here. You think you can do whatever you want, C.D.?” He grabs my shirt and slams me into the wall. “You think?” He shouts.

“Dad, please stop shouting,” I beg.

Dad punches my cheekbone, knocking my glasses off. I watch the bridge of my glasses break in half against a table corner. “Answer me!” He yells, his face inches from mine.

I want to answer, but I cannot make myself talk. I am paralyzed.

“Now you wanna stay quiet, huh?” Dad growls. He punches me, and I let out a choked yelp. “You disrespectful rat!” I try to run for the door, but he grabs my braid and pulls me back. Dad punches my jaw, and I feel blood in my mouth. He slams me back to the ground and continues to hit me.

I scream my head off, but Dad ignores me. I kick his leg, and he falls to the floor with a loud THUD. “JJ!” I shout. I try to get up again, but a glass bottle flies at my face. I duck, but as the glass hits the floor, the broken shards cut through my clothes. “JJ!”

My brother bursts into the house and immediately lunges for Dad, shoving him away from me. “Leave her alone, she’s just trying to get her shit!” Dad does not answer, instead punching JJ in the face. He stumbles back but tries to go for Dad again. Dad presses his boot to JJ’s chest and kicks him away. I hear a BANG and see JJ’s head bounce off the floor as he lands on his back. JJ lies there, unmoving and quietly groaning. I start to sob when Dad lifts me off the ground by my hair and shoves me out onto the porch. He punches my ribcage several times before starting to strangle me. I try to hit him, but he only tightens his grip.

“You don’t deserve to be coming back here,” He points at JJ, “‘Specially not for your punk, dirtbag brother, you ungrateful-” He is interrupted as JJ tackles Dad, knocking them both off the porch and onto the grass below. And he punches Dad relentlessly.

JJ looks at me for a second as if realizing I’m there, and that is all it takes for Dad to shove JJ off him and come storming back up the porch to me. “NO!” I scream. I scramble backward, searching for something to defend myself with. My hand finds something cold and metallic, and impulsively, I swing it at Dad. It hits him hard enough to knock him to the ground beside me. I look at my hand and realize I swung a crowbar at my father. I drop it with a clang and stumble to my feet. JJ runs up to our father, kneeling beside him.

“JJ,” I whimper, “please tell me he is not dead. Tell me I did not murder our father.” I see him press two fingers to Dad’s neck.

“Not dead,” he mutters. “You just knocked him out.” JJ tilts Dad’s head, revealing a cut on his cheek. “He’ll be fine. He probably just hit his head on the floor.” JJ grabs me. He holds my face, perhaps trying to see how bad Dad punched me. I pull away.

“Can we just-” I start but do not finish before reentering the house.

“Hey, I found your glasses, muffin,” I hear JJ say as I step into the front yard. JJ follows me outside but stops me before I can get on the bike. “Hey, wait, won't the engine hurt your ears? Especially after what just happened?” he asks. I realize he's right, and begin walking beside him.

However, after a few minutes of silent strolling, I collapse. I hear a distant, screaming voice. I am sure it is Dad, angry at me for hitting him. Somehow, I am numb despite all the pain that is still fresh in my body. A pair of arms grab me from behind and pin my arms so I cannot move.

I shriek at the top of my lungs in desperation. “NO! Get off of me!” I struggle as the arms lift me off the ground, and I am still screaming. Then I am sobbing. I get myself on solid ground and turn and face the stranger. Not letting myself give up, I start to hit him. Everything is slightly fuzzy, so I am unsure who I am trying to attack. I feel two hands grab either side of my face. But they are gentle hands. Not like Dad’s.

Then I hear a soft voice. “Hey, look,” the voice says. “It’s me.” I stare into a pair of familiar icy blue eyes. Not Dad’s green eyes. “It’s me,” JJ repeats in a whisper.

“What?” I mumble.

“It’s okay,” he says.

I look over JJ’s shoulder and around us, but there is no one. “But Dad- I thought- he- I-” I give up on trying to talk and collapse into JJ out of exhaustion. I take a deep breath and feel the unmistakable scent of cedar wood and saltwater on him. The smell of home. I squeeze him tightly, and his hands rest on my back.

He rubs my back, calming my nerves and quieting my sobs. “It’s okay, muffin,” he says. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I let go, and he looks me over. He takes off his red hat and puts it backward on my head. He gives me a kind smile. “Let’s go home, yeah?” I nod, and JJ plops me onto the bike. He still refuses to turn the engine on, instead pushing the bike home. We arrive at the Château and John B stands out on the porch, seemingly waiting for us. JJ helps me off the bike and lets me cling onto his front with my legs around his torso and my arms around his neck. I bury my face in the crook of his neck as he carries me to the front porch.

“Hey, John B,” JJ says in a sing-song tone as we pass him.

“Hey, JJ,” John B mimics him. “I figured something happened when you guys didn’t come back.” He leads us inside. I lift my head to see Sarah on the couch and Kiara and Pope seated at the table. I smile at them all.

“Hey, guys,” Sarah says. “We missed you.” Everyone but me gives a small laugh.

“Yeah, I missed being the only one with a brain cell, Lynn,” Pope laughs. I try to laugh before giving a slight wince at the pain in my ribs. I lay down on a pile of pillows beside Sarah. She has the first aid kit and immediately starts looking me over. Kiara strolls over, and she and Sarah gently remove my shirt, leaving me in my bikini top and jean shorts. Pope glances at me and immediately turns, facing away from me.

Sarah winces, and Kiara covers her mouth with her hands. I prop myself up on my elbow and glance down at the marks my dad left on my chest and abdomen. I sense the black eye I will likely have tomorrow morning and the cuts from the glass on my face and neck. I glance at my shirt in my hands. Oh wait, it is JJ’s shirt. And it has blood stains spattered on it from my bleeding nose. Tears fill my eyes.

“Do you want a hug, sweetie?” Sarah asks as I sit up. I nod as I cover my face with the shirt. “I’m so sorry, Lynn,” Sarah says as she hugs me. “You don’t deserve this.” I look at John B and JJ, who look just as horrified as they look furious. Especially JJ. His fingers tangle in his hair, and he gets a determined look on his face. He turns around and steps out the door.

“Where are you going, JJ?” John B asks.

“To teach that old man not to touch my baby sister,” JJ replies darkly. I hear the porch door swing open and promptly slam shut. I quickly follow him, supporting myself on John B. I walk onto the porch, where I see JJ about to get on his bike. He looks at me just as the engine turns on. The loud noise bothers me, so I press my hands over my ears. He quickly turns it off. "Get inside, muffin," he says

“JJ, wait,” I say. He pauses and glances up at me. “Do not do this. Do not leave me.” I try to walk down the porch steps towards JJ, but my legs give out, and John B reels me in. JJ hesitates. “JJ, I need you.”

JJ glumly returns to the porch, slowly wraps his arms around me, and nuzzles my shoulder. I smooth down his hair and let him cry into my shoulder. We stay in the hug for a while, and JJ progressively squeezes me tighter until I yelp in pain. “Sorry,” he mutters.

I rub his back. “It is okay,” I whisper. I take him inside, and we sit on the couch with Sarah. She gently tends to my cuts and cleans me up as JJ holds my hand. Whether it is for his sake or mine is a mystery.

“You’re lucky,” says Sarah. “It’s not that bad. Everything’s just bruised, nothing too serious. I think you should be careful moving around because there are a lot of bruises. But you’ll be alright in about a week, and the pain should go away in a few days.”

I give her a small smile. “Thanks, Sarah,” JJ says. Sarah nods and puts the first-aid supplies away. JJ wraps his arms around my stomach, pulling me onto his lap. The coldness of his rings provides some relief against the pain in my stomach. “How was that party?” JJ asks the Pogues.

The group looks at him, confused. “We never went,” Pope says. “We couldn’t go without you guys.”

“Oh,” I mumble. “Sorry.”

“No, absolutely not,” John B says firmly. “Don’t you dare be sorry. If we hadn’t been here, who would clean you up? Not JJ.” JJ deadpans at John B, and we all laugh at him.

“Besides, it’s just one party,” Kiara adds. “You are more important than a party. And there will be other parties that we can go to together.”

“Hey, Lynn, where are your glasses?” Pope asks.

My smile falters. “Dad broke them.”

JJ reaches into his pocket and pulls out the clear, broken frame. “Pretty bad,” he says.

“It’s not that that bad. I can tape these up if you want, Lynn,” offers Pope, taking the glasses.

“Yes, please,” I say gratefully.

“Yeah, no problem,” Pope says, grabbing some duct tape from the table. A few minutes later, he hands them back to me. It is obvious that they have been taped, but at least I can wear them without them falling apart. I put them on, and everyone instantly becomes more clear-cut.

“Thank you, Pope!” I exclaim.

After that, the Pogues and I play games for the rest of the night. Eventually, Kiara and Pope go home, and John B and Sarah go to Sarah’s house. By midnight, I am in my bedroom in the Château. It is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window. I am cozily sitting in JJ’s brown jacket, doodling in my notebook instead of sleeping. I hear a light knock on my door. I open the door, and JJ is outside in his dark blue tank top that says “Pelican Marina: Kildare Island” and gray shorts.

“I can’t sleep,” he says sheepishly. “Can I come in?” I lightly laugh but let him come into my room. He strolls in and flops face down onto my bed.

“Well, I see why you could not sleep, JJ. You had to get all the ‘dramatic’ out of you,” I say as I shut the door. I hear a muffled laugh. JJ rolls onto his back, leaving plenty of space for me to sit beside him. As I sit, JJ sits upright.

“Do you wanna go down to the docks?” JJ asks.

“In the middle of the night?” I ask him. JJ shrugs in response. “Sure.” JJ drags me down to the dock and helps me climb into the Pogue. “Are we going somewhere?”

“No,” he replies. “I just wanted to come out here with you.” I shake my head but laugh. I sit on the bow of the boat, and JJ joins me. JJ wraps one arm around me, resting his head on mine. I pull JJ’s other hand into my lap and fiddle with his rings. “I swear, I’ll kill him,” JJ mutters.

“JJ, seriously?” I ask, pulling away from his grasp. “Do we have to talk about this?” I move and stand a few feet away from JJ. “Just let it go, dude.”

“He hurt you again, Lynn,” JJ growls, tears glossing his eyes. “He deserves it.”

“I know!” I shout. I stop myself before I get angry and lean over the boat’s rim, staring at the water. “I do not want to talk about it.”

“Don’t you want him to get what’s coming to him?” JJ presses.

“Of course I do,” I reply, tears welling back up. “I hate how Dad treats us, especially because of how I am. But I hurt him tonight and hated it. Do you think that is gonna make anything better for us? What do you think will happen if you beat our father to death?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see JJ lower his head, and his hair falls over his face. “I’d probably end up in juvie,” he whispers. “But you got hurt because of him. And I guess that’s partially my fault, huh?” I turn to him in confusion. “I let you go in alone, and I couldn’t get in fast enough to keep him from hurting you. I mean, look at you.” He points at my bruises. “You’re all banged up. I’m just angry.”

“Angry at Dad?” I ask. “Or angry at yourself?”

JJ stares at me. “I think you know that it’s both,” he says.

“I am mad at Dad too, JJ,” I tell him, walking back over and taking his hands. “He should not get to do this to us all the time. But you did not make him hurt me. That was him. Taking it out on Dad will not change that. If anything, he might hurt you again, and I do not want that.” I lift his chin, and he stares at me, his jaw clenched and tears staining his cheeks. “Please, do not leave me, JJ.”

He relents, “Okay.” I smile in relief. He pulls me onto his lap, and I play with his hair, humming a random tune.

“Hey, Lynnie?” JJ asks.

“Hmm,” I mumble, somewhat spaced out.

“I noticed some of my clothes were in the bag you took with you.” I look my brother in the eye. “Did you take them from the house?” He asks.

“Yeah, um, I wanted to save you the trouble of getting them yourself,” I reply, returning to his hair.

“Lynnie, while I appreciate the favor, that was dangerous,” JJ says, gently squeezing my shoulder. “You were alone in there. You’re lucky Dad didn’t do worse. He could’ve hurt you much worse than he did tonight. Next time, you might not be lucky. So I need you to promise me something.” I stare at him, waiting for him to continue. “Never go in Dad’s house alone. You go with me or John B, or you don’t go.”

“That is fine by me,” I nod.

“Good girl,” says JJ, kissing my cheek.

“Yes, I am,” I reply, cuddling into his side. “You deserve a brother of the year award, you know.” JJ laughs, and I let my eyes fall closed.

I am about to doze off when I hear JJ whisper, “Lynnie?”

“Yes, JJ?” I whisper back.

“I just want you to know that I love you, muffin,” he says. I snort. “No, seriously. I mean it. I love you.” JJ rarely verbally expresses his love, like me, so it takes me a moment to process. “And I promise I’ll do better at protecting you.” I open my eyes and glance up at him. Even in the darkness, I can see the sparkle in his eyes that tells me his words are genuine.

I smile. “I love you too, JJ,” I reply, kissing his cheek. I drift off, reminded that my brother will always be with me through the hard times.

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i-luv-carl-grimes · 1 month

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A light that never goes out

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𖤓 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Au: alright so some ppl actually likes this so far so here pt.2 and as promised I'll go more in detail with this part as well as go deeper into the story line ENJOY!!

Word spread with wild fire that someone was being "required" on task force 141 which was wrong but was also right. I spent my night at the shooting range when I should've been gathering my things, then I saw someone walk in. A strong looking man, maybe in his late twenties. He had a... Interesting hair style, one of which was a mohawk. He also had the British flag on his vest... Odd... A brit all the way in Texas? That's odd. Enough with the questions (Y/n) you came here to clear your mind. So do it.

I looked back down at my bandaged hand and noticed that the blister wounds had reopened and were now bleeding through the thin gauze. I ignored it and continued shooting. Not realizing the man had approach me.

"Hey there Girly" ....girly...? "Uh.., ya-?" can't people just LEAVE ME ALONE! "How long have you been at it?" he question... He didn't look like a higher up so I don't gotta be polite do I? "I'm busy, go bother someone else" I said and looked back at the targets then continued shooting. "Man aren't you snappy, and a dam good shot at that" why is he here and why is he talking to me? "I'm lookin' for a girl... Price said her name was (Y/n)-" "Rain, it's Rain to you" I snapped and he put up his hands. "My bad kid, I'm Soap" he let out a hand, I didn't wanna be completely rude so I let out mine... Forgetting about my now blood soaked bandages. "Bloody hell- what have you been up to? You shouldn't over to do" yeah okay dad. "What do you want" I said not enjoying how this interaction was holding up. "I'm pickin' you up" he said and I turned. "Excuse me?" he grinned and looked down at me. "You heard me Rookie now get your bags were leaving" he said once more wirhout giving me a real answer. I just decided to go along with it and I walked into the sleeping quarters, "Soap" was following behind he causing everyone else to whisper and stair. Why did HE have to come along? I walked into my section and the other girls lifted there head up and looked at me and Soap. "No fucking way.... They recruited you!?" a girl named Madie said. I didn't respond just grabbed my things and put them in a duffle bag. "Let's get going Private" wait... Private...HE WAS A HIGHER RANK!? god dammit. That still doesn't clear up who he is.

I was lead out of the camp and over to a large truck, standing next to it was Captain Price. "Rain, glad you could make it" he said and placed a hand on my shoulder. "This is soap, he's a field commander, you'll be working with him and the others for the next few weeks" he continued... The others? Holy shit... I really am gonna be working with the best. "Yes sir," he paused for a moment. "And (Y/n). I know your capable of this... Don't make me question your skill" he patted my shoulder then stepped aside inviting me to go into the truck. I climbed in and immediately force...

Sitting around me were two other extremely well built men. One specificly was wearing a skull mask, he looked to be the biggest in the group... And a little intimating... "Everyone, this is Rain. She'll be joining us on our next mission," Soap said. "Don't be dick heads, introduce yourselfs" he snapped and a man got up and walked over to me then let out his hand. "Gaz" he said... He seemed rather quiet I went to shake his hand then cringed when I felt the pressure against my wounds. "Ghost don't be a-" "she's gonna get killed" the man in the skull mask said and everyone went silent. "Price said shes better then anyone else in her group. She's one helleva shot too, saw it myself" Soap said, he was quick to my defense I appreciated that. "Yeah but he's a rookie, she doesn't have any real experience" this ghost guy was seriously pissing me off. "Give 'er a chance Ghost" he just rolled his black out eyes and I took a seat next to Gaz and soap as the truck started moving. It was quiet... And awkward till Soap started talking.

"How long have ya' been training?" Soap asked and I shrugged. "A few months, maybe 3 or 4" Soap and Gaz were nice and chill.... I cant say the same for the fuck head other there though (ghost)

"What's the mission about?" I looked over at Soap. "Hold your horses kid, it's your first day calm it would ya?" he replied and Gaz snorted. "And here let me see your hand" he took out some new gauze. "I got it" I said trying to take it from him but he pulled back. I then swiped it away from him quicker. "I said I got it" I looked at him through the corner of my eye. "Yes Ma'am" he let out a chuckle. I took off the old bloody bandages off. "How'd ya do that?" Gaz asked and I shrugged. "One two many round I guess, it doesn't hurt though" I threw the bloody ones away and put on the new ones. Gaz and Soap went back to talking while Ghost just sat there not moving a inch... What a weirdo. Wait... These are the solders on task force 141? Hell this WAS task force 141...mohawk guy, a dude in a mask and Gaz.... Interesting....

It was gonna be a while till we reached the UK so I grabbed a book I brought from home and opened it to turn part I last left off on.

Au: enemies to lovers??? (My fave trope)

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gabriel-xander · 6 months

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I Wish You Died Instead Ch. 3

[Scaramouce x Fem!Reader]

A/N: I started writing this before all of his lore came out/Before the last Sumeru Archon quest, so there will be a handful of inconsistency later on. My advice to you? Just go with it!

{Also on Quotev, Ao3, and Wattpad under Gabriel Xander}

Chapter 3: Farewell From Snezhnaya

“Don’t forget to change your clothes to something lighter as you get close to Liyue.”

“[L/n]-”

“Try not to move around the ship too much, you don’t want to get seasick so quickly and so often.”

“[L/n].”

“Stay hydrated, too! You’ll get thirsty faster since it’s pretty warm in Liyue.”

“[L/-”

“A-And don’t get in unnecessary trouble! I don’t want you to-”

“-[Y/n]!”

Kazuki grabs your hands from where they were nervously tugging at the collar of your uniform. He was one of the few who have yet to board the ship since Childe has yet to actually arrive.

You’re nervous about letting Kazuki go. He’s been your best friend since you two were kids, joined at the hip since the age of 7. It’s not so much the fact that you’re scared to let him go, or scared that he might get hurt or-Archons forbid-die in Liyue. Kazuki is a strong fighter blessed with a Pyro Vision and is a skilled fighter with a claymore. He's more than capable of taking care of himself.

It’s just…

Kazuki is your person.

You two didn’t have your masks on at the moment, but not having it made you feel exposed and it caused you to look away from him.

“‘M gonna miss you, Nao.” You admit quietly.

The brunette smiles and pulls you close for a hug, “I’m going to miss you too, [Y/n]. I’ll try to send letters as often as I can, I promise.”

“You better,” You reply, clutching the fabric of his coat, “Or else I’ll go to Liyue myself to kick your ass.”

“Aw, just for me? Am I just that special to you, [Y/n]?”

“Shut up, Nao. I’d trade you for a sip of water.”

You two pull away from each other with a laugh, beginning to feel a little better about the departure.

You shiver when a particularly strong breeze rises up, but that shiver was from a sudden tension rather than the cold as your stomach drops to your feet. You immediately summon your claymore (You don’t remember what it was called, Nao had gifted it to you. Prototype… Archi? Archaic? Something like that) and hold it above your head just in time to clash against-

“CHILDE?!”

Childe used his Hydro to create dual blades that clashed against yours. He uses the leverage to push himself back, dissolving the weapons and creating a polearm instead. You send your claymore back into the aether and jump to the right when Childe throws the spear at you.

The spear dissolves and some of it gets on you, making you colder than you would’ve liked. Childe stands away, summoning his bow oh so casually.

“Lord Childe!”

“Yes, [Y/n]?”

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Permission granted!”

“What the fuck, dude?!!”

Childe laughs at you, doubling over while you just look at him confused. You’re literally just trying to exist but this ginger man really said fuck that noise.

“With all due respect, I don’t stand a chance against you,” You grin to mask your anxiety, “You’d kill me in a second.”

“Don’t talk like that! Not all battles’ purposes are who wins and who loses. In this case, the experience is most definitely the most important part.”

“?? Yeah, that’s cool and all but I still ain’t tryna fight you, Childe,” You wave your hands frantically as you start sputtering, “Pff-Uh-And anyway! Don’t you have a boat to board in like, right now??”

Childe laughs again and walks towards you, letting his bow disappear back into the aether. You sense the tension has left his body, so he’s probably not planning to attack but you stay on guard anyway.

The ginger stops right in front of you and pats your shoulder, “You have such a bright personality, [Y/n]! I definitely like this easy going side of you more than the facade you have for your boss. It’s refreshing to see someone as honest as you in a place like this.”

You clench your fists by your side and look away. You don’t want to be chummy or friends with anyone from the Fatui. Kazuki is the only exception for obvious reasons… You can’t allow Childe to be another exception as well.

“You’re also strong, [Y/n]. I can already see so much potential in you, and that’s not a bad thing. You can’t let someone like Scaramouche scare you into hiding that potential away. Only you can decide if you’ll use it for good or evil,” Childe smiles softly, “You’re a soft soul, don’t let the world or anyone else turn you into something you’re not.”

Your heart races from his words, praying to the Archons that he won’t be the cause of your sudden change of heart. It’s not as if you convinced yourself that you needed to be a cold bitch to survive…. but you convinced yourself that you needed to be a cold bitch to survive.

“Why are you telling me this?” You finally get the courage to look the Harbinger in the eyes, “You don’t even know me.”

But as kind as Childe is being to you (right now), his words alone can’t suddenly make all your problems go away.

“You’re right, I don’t. But I’d like to!” Childe laughs and pats your back, “You’re the only interesting person here! Honestly, it’s a shame I didn’t get a second meeting with you sooner.”

You sigh with exasperation. Childe is a type of person who goes after what interests him and stops at nothing until he’s satisfied. You suppose your potential friendship falls under that category.

“This is damaging to my reputation,” You say without any real bite to it.

“Reputation?”

“Yeah, of being a loner.”

Childe cocks his head to the side, humming quietly in thought as he crosses his arms.

“My Lord,” Kazuki (poor boy was third wheeling the whole time) steps up from behind you, “I got word that we have maybe a few minutes to board the ship before it leaves. It won’t wait for us any longer.”

Childe pouts ever so slightly, "Didn't I tell you to call me 'Liege' instead?"

You turn around and throw your arms around Kazuki’s neck, not caring for professionalism at the exact moment. You feel his arms go around your waist, squeezing you lightly for one last hug.

“You behave,” You mutter, “Don’t go picking fights. and don’t do drugs.”

“Yes, mom.” He groans.

“Ugh, don’t call me mom. You’ve seen me naked too many times to call me that,” You joked, but did you really?

“Mommy?”

“No.”

You went to pull away, but Kazuki squeezes you again. Your face morphs into embarrassment, not used to Kazuki showing you more affection than you show him. You pat his back and chuckle.

"Hey, come on. Don't get soft on me," You grin, "This is uh… ah-hahaha, 'is kind of embarrassing."

"Sh. Let me have this. Haa man… I wish I didn't have to go."

"Why do you have to go? You're not even his direct subordinate."

"Oh, that's because Kuzuzushi is my hype-man!" Childe says with a smile.

Kazuki pulls away with a heavy sigh, "It's Kazuki, My Liege."

"Wait-what do you mean he's your hype-man?" You ask quickly.

The brunette deadpans, "Are you only bringing me along to… hype you up??"

"Yeah! Isn't that great?"

HOOOOOONNKKK!!!

The boat's horn sounds loudly as the walkway is dropped, separating the ship from the docks.

Childe takes your hand and puts something on your palm. You don't get to see it since he moves your fingers to close it to a fist. He keeps that hand into his, smiling warmly while leaning his face close to yours.

It would've given you butterflies if you weren't consciously aware that this man was dangerous and has killed people before. Of course as always, the light never reaches his eyes no matter how sincere his smile was.

"Remember, [Y/n]. It's your life, and you get to decide how you use your own strength and power," Childe says with conviction, "Don't let people like Scaramouche scare you from being who you are. I look forward to seeing the type of person you decide to become when we meet again."

"I… Childe-"

"-My Liege, they're leaving without us! We have to go now!"

"Right! Let's go Kazuki!"

"It's Ka-actually, you got it right."

Letting go of your hand, the Harbinger and the agent run to the docks. Kazuki and Childe use their Visions to propel themselves into the air. Childe's Hydro almost immediately freezes due to the Snezhnayan weather. You see the ginger subtly lean towards Kazuki when they grab onto the side of the boat. Most likely because of Kazuki's Pyro Vision.

"Hype me up, Kazuki!" You hear the ginger say as he climbs up the side.

"Uhhh-FUCK IT UP, MY LIEGE!!"

"WOOHOOOO!!"

…

Boys will be boys, you suppose.

You look down at your hand to see what Childe had put there. You widen your eyes when you see it's one of his red earrings. You snap your head up to find Childe. He was already on the boat, safe and sound. You jog to the docks to get a closer look at the ginger who was watching you.

Sure enough, Childe was missing his right earring, the left one dangling from his ear almost mockingly.

You can't see the expression he's making, but from his energetic waving, you (correctly) assume he's grinning like an idiot. Kazuki was next to him, giving you the forbidden finger.

Fucker.

You're the only loser left on the dock, but you don't care. You watch them leave until you can't see people on the ship anymore, feeling a little warm from standing in the cold for so long.

That's probably a bad sign.

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"Why the hell are you late?"

"I almost died of hypothermia."

"Well, cut it out. We have things to do," Scaramouche frowns as he walks past you, "I gave you the favor of seeing off your comrades before they left. But now break time's over, you're back on the clock."

You hate this. You roll your eyes behind your mask and follow him out the office.

"Do you remember where that camp was located? The one the Treasure Hoarders are hiding at?"

"Yes, My Lord. Would you like me to prepare departure for today?"

"Yeah, but don't bring anyone else. It'll just be you and me. Everyone else is just incompete-... What the hell is that."

You frown while tilting your head to the side, "Sir?"

"That's Tartaglia's earring."

That's right, you had put on the earring on your right ear on your way to your boss' office. You had pierced ears, but upon joining the Fatui, you stopped wearing accessories in case it got in the way.

You don't know what came over you. Scaramouche's hand had suddenly come up to your vision, reaching towards the right of your head. You took a step back, your hand coming up to block him with your wrist.

"..."

Scaramouche was staring at you with surprised eyes, and you look back with the same expression.

"I… Please, don't touch that, My Lord." You take another step back and lower your head, your hand dropping to your side, "You don't know where it's been."

You're dead.

You're still alive.

But you're so dead.

The Balladeer rolls his eyes with a scoff, continuing his walk, "I liked you better before you met Tartaglia."

Alsnxnchakjslsm????

"We're leaving in an hour, [L/n]. If you're not ready, I might actually kill you this time."

"Yes, My Lord."

ARGH!

WHY IS HE THE WAY HE IS??

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Hiya! I'm loving your story and reading the asks and stuff has been wonderful it makes me so excited to see that you've posted so I can learn more!

Anyways I have an ask, as a college student myself who stress bakes I'd like to know how the others would deal with encountering something like finals week 3am MC is 2 muffin tins and a pan of lemon bars in just staring into some dough like it holds the answers to the universe (or Calculus).

Hey! This is a super cute scenario! I think your MC might get along with Faye since they could exchange baking tips! Ok lets say this is in the early crushing stage. Oh, and Karla/Carlos, Faye, and Sebastien won't be included since they don't live in the same dorm.

Roxanne/Robbie: *groggily walks into the kitchen* MC, do you have any idea what time it is. *MC responds* Exactly so why are you baking at 3 AM? *MC explains how stressed they are over finals* As much as I love your baking this is not the time... You have to get some sleep. STOP! Don't put that pan in the oven! Ok so you can't sleep... Why don't you come sleep with me? *MC slaps Ro's arm* Ow! No not like that! I mean unless that's what you want? *winks* *MC swats at Ro again* Ok, ok, ok I'm just kidding! What I meant was maybe just being close to someone would set you at ease. At least let me walk you back to your room. *MC nods yes* Ok let's get you to bed.

Joleen/Johnny: *walks into the kitchen for a glass of water* Oh hey. What're you doing? *MC gesture around them* Well yeah I can obviously see that you're baking... I just mean why? Why are you baking at 3 AM? *MC explains how stressed they are over finals* Mmm I see. Ok I think you need to take a moment to clear your mind. *MC asks what they mean* Here's what we're gonna do; I'm going to start putting all of this away, and you are going to sit on the couch close your eyes and try to empty your mind. *walks MC to the couch and sits them down, walks back to kitchen to clean up* Hey...hey MC. *gently pats MC's shoulder* How are you feeling? *MC tells them* Ok well that's a start. Just remember that you've done what you can and that studying and preparing will go to waist if you're sleeping through your exams.

Delphine/Desmond: *Walks into the kitchen and grabs a lemon bar* Oh this is good. *smiles sweetly at MC with a knowing look* Hey MC, how are you? *MC tells De how stressed they are* MC I've seen you studying and preparing for you products for weeks now. *grabs MC's hand* You are definitely going to ace your exams. *leads MC back to their room* Go in, and get some rest. *MC starts to protest* Don't worry about the kitchen I'll sort it out before heading back. *pulls MC in for a hug* Don't worry you've got this. Good night MC.

Rina/Ren: *walks into the kitchen, somewhat annoyed* Hey MC. What the hell are you doing? I'm trying to get some sleep I have to get up at 5 to practice for my stupid contemporary assessment. *MC apologizes and tells them how stressed they are* Oh sorry...look I didn't mean to be so harsh it's just I'm a light sleeper and I'm not my best self if I don't get my full eight hours. And you know what? You won't be either. Listen MC if you've done what you need to prepare for finals then the next step is to take care of yourself. I'm heading back to bed, you should get some rest too.

Everly/Everett: *Saunters into the kitchen* Well look who it is? Couldn't sleep either? *MC chats with them about how stressed they are* Yeah I've been feeling a bit on edge lately...I mean of course I've prepared, but what if I suddenly just can't remember anything. I've been studying and practicing nonstop, I just can't think about anything else. *MC tell them they'll do well since they've prepared so much* Well then I'm sure I could say the same for you. *cheeky grin* I've seen you at the library and in the studio all week. Doesn't that mean that you're just as prepared as me? *They share a laugh* I'll help you clean up, then let's both go get our beauty sleep.

Maxine: *sneaks into the kitchen, covers MC's eyes from behind* Guess who? *MC laughs knowing exactly who it is* Aww you're no fun you should play along just a bit. *MC just laughs stuffs a muffin in Max's mouth* Oh these are my favorite. *she says with a mouth full of muffin* Well MC I see your stress baking again. Finals got you all wound up? *MC nods* Yeah I figured. We've been in and out of the library all week, you know the material MC, you've got to trust yourself more. Let's clean up, then I'll grab you a melatonin it should help you sleep. Oh and when's your first exam? Ok set an alarm, and I'll also call and text you to make sure you don't oversleep. *MC pulls Max into a hug* Aww no need to get all misty eyed. What're best friends for anyway?

Silas: *Walks into the kitchen to see which of his advisees is up so late* Oh hey MC... What are you doing up so late...and baking? *MC explains how stressed they are over finals* I mean I get it, but staying up all night baking enough to start a small bakery isn't going to give you the answers to your Calculus exam. *they share a laugh and MC says they know that* So MC have you been hitting the books and preparing for your evaluations? *MC says of course they have* Ok then trust in your abilities. If you studied and you know the material then you should do fine on your finals. Let's clean all this up quickly though, it's well past quiet hours.

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 7 months

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You thought I wouldn't appear here too, but I'm a very special gal, so here I am 👁👁

Fairy anon is here babyyyyy 🧚🏻‍♀️

Tbh I was gonna use this as an oportunity to tell you to do a oneshot about one of my headcanon requests, so let's go with my last one, with Reader being Grey's sibling and Glitchy Red being a sweetheart for once (LOL)

... I couldn't find another inspiring pokemon quote that I liked, so have a rare candy 🍬

I hope this is okay! Also thank you for the rare candy I need it today. Also here is the headcanon fairy anon mentioned!

You and Grey never thought you would end up in a Pokemon game, let alone a bootleg one. So when you two woke up in the bootleg world together, Grey was very nervous and a little scared. You tried your best to be brave for him, but even this was a bit too much for you. Over the short amount of time you two had been there, you had met one of the bootleg Pokemon, Shinto, who reminded you of a bootleg version of the Pokemon Hypno. While Grey was practically terrified of her, you became friends with her and you keep trying to convince Grey that she’s not going to hurt the two of you.

Unfortunately, you two have no idea how much time has actually passed since the two of you have been trapped inside the bootleg game, since… you don’t have a way of keeping time in this world, not even Shinto knows. You have figured out a way to communicate with her through the use of the pokedex that Grey had woken up with in his bag, as she can manipulate her pokedex entry, which was new to you but hey, whatever works.

You were playing with Shinto, just having a bit of fun while Grey was just watching you two from nearby. That is, until a glitched figure came up to him, not noticing you and Shinto. He reminded Grey of trainer Red, but very glitchy. He had caught Grey off guard, not expecting anyone else in this bootleg world aside from you, him and Shinto. He decided talking to him, he found out his name was Glitchy Red. Maybe he knew a way to get out of here? It was worth a shot to ask him.

You, on the other hand, had noticed the interaction between Glitchy Red and your brother. You occasionally glanced over at the two, but still playing with Shinto.

“…actually, I’m not by myself.” You heard Grey tell him as he pointed out over to you and Shinto, who had crawled up onto your shoulder. You walked over to the two, introducing yourself as Grey’s older sibling. It was at that moment that Glitchy Red decided that he was going to keep you both safe. Why? Not even he knew. He just had this feeling in the back of his mind that he had to protect you two.

After talking to the two of you for a while longer, Glitchy Red left, saying he would be back again soon. You thought he was pretty nice, or at least to you and Grey. Grey was a little unsure at first, but seeing as he hasn’t done anything to harm either of you, he would trust him for now, but only because of how you trust him, which he didn’t really understand how you could, but he knew he could trust you, and your judgement, at least.

“I think he’s nice.” You shrugged as you, Grey, and Shinto stepped into your little home, Shinto crawling out of your arms and back onto the floor.

“I know you think so, but we don’t know for sure yet, Y/n. We can’t trust him right away…”

“I am aware of that, Grey.” You pat his head and went over to the couch. “But he’s the only one here that we’ve seen that isn’t one of those stupid NPCs! We’ve got to at least give him a chance.”

“Alright, alright.” Grey shook his head and sat beside you on the couch.

“Besides, you know Shinto and I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Yeah… that’s true.” He rubbed the back of his head, sighing softly. “Just… we need to be careful, that’s all.” You only nodded in agreement, taking his words into consideration.

Over the course of what felt like several months, but hey what do you know, you can’t really tell time in this world, you and Grey have gotten closer to Glitchy Red, especially you. He’s a little protective of you, even around the NPCs. Grey has noticed this, of course, and he was a little curious about this. So he decided to talk to him while you were out playing, or rather walking around, with Shinto.

“Hey, Glitchy Red..?” He started, looking up at the taller male, who looked down at Grey with a look of ‘go on, I’m listening,’

“I’ve noticed you’ve gotten pretty close to Y/n.” He swore he saw him flinch a bit, but decided not to question it. “I’m not surprised, though.. because they like you a lot. I guess to be fair though, you’re the only one we’ve seen in what feels like years… and the fact that you keep coming back, it makes them happy to see you.” Glitchy Red seemed a bit surprised by Grey’s words. You liked him?

“…I do like Y/n, a lot. I’ve never… felt this way towards anyone else before.”

“Then, you should tell them how you feel.”

“Are you sure about this, Grey..?” He seemed a bit nervous about confessing his feelings towards you.

“Absolutely sure. I want to see Y/n happy, and you make them happy, Glitchy Red. So you should go for it!” Glitchy Red nodded before he stood up.

“Thank you, Grey, I’ll do it.”

“Great! They should be back shortly.” And as if on cue, you and Shinto walked through the door.

“We’re back! Oh, hello again, Glitchy Red.” You looked over at him as you closed the door behind you.

“Hello Y/n.”

“Come on, Shinto, let’s go and play a game in the other room.” Shinto, at the mention of another game, hopped off your shoulder and followed after Grey, who went to another room. You were a bit confused by this, but you shrugged and sat by Glitchy Red. He looked over at you, a faint smile on his face, which you almost didn’t notice. You always thought he was really cute, but you weren’t going to admit that out loud to him.

“Thanks for keeping an eye on Grey while I was out. I know he doesn’t really need it, but it’s nice to know he’s safe.”

“You’re welcome, Y/n.” He wanted to move closer to you, but he wasn’t sure if his glitches were going to affect you or not, and he didn’t want to risk hurting you. It was silent for a few minutes, not an awkward one, but a nice comfortable silence, that is… until Glitchy Red spoke up.

“Y/n…” he turned to look right at you.

“Hmm?” You looked up at the taller male, tilting your head slightly, as if to give him the go ahead to keep talking.

“I’ve been… thinking about something.”

“What is it?”

“Since that day I met you and Grey… I’ve been having these feelings… ones I haven’t felt in a long time.” You were about to ask him to elaborate until he continued,

“I… love you, Y/n.” You were shocked to say the least. He felt the same way towards you! He took your silence as something bad, that you didn’t feel the same way.

“It’s… fine if you don’t feel the s-“

“I love you too, Glitchy Red.” You moved closer to him and hugged him, which caused him to flinch, as he wasn’t expecting the sudden hug.

“I’m… glad you feel the same way.” He said just loud enough for you to hear before he kissed your forehead and hugged you back. Sure, this was going to take some time for him to get used to, but with you by his side, he didn’t mind it at all. Especially since you weren’t affected by his glitches, which was a good thing for both of you, and eased his worry that he was going to hurt you because of them.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, however, Grey and Shinto had been listening to… most of the conversation, and both were very happy for you! However, if he did anything to hurt you, both would be after him in a heartbeat.

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real-jane · 2 years

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an olive branch

[steve rogers x reader]

summary: you’ve reached your breaking point at work and steve wants to help you find a solution. but first… pizza.

words: 2.1k

warnings: none. established relationship, no use of y/n.

a/n: thanks to @mumbles411 for this idea! Here’s the original ask: ‘There's always the old 'comforting someone after a bad day' thing. Especially if they already hate their job. I've been there and would have loved Steve or Bucky to be there for picking me up.’ enjoy! 🥰

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You’re almost an hour late getting home, and Steve paces the living room with his phone in hand, talking himself out of calling you again. You answered the first time–hi baby, I’m so sorry, I missed my train–and then your call dropped. Likely, you were on the platform and reception was never good down there, but that isn’t much comfort to him considering you sounded so frantic.

When your key slots into the lock, Steve beats you to the punch and rips open the door. You practically fall into his arms.

“Mmm,” you groan, burying yourself in his chest. “Never been so happy to see you.”

“Bad day?” He draws circles on your lower back.

“Awful. I feel like a broken record, and nobody is listening.” Your sniffle is unmistakable. “How do I keep doing this every day? It’s going to break me.”

“Hmm. Take your shoes off, dove. You hungry?”

“Oh god,” you sigh. Steve steadies you as you toe off your shoes.

“You forgot to eat, huh.”

“Didn’t have time! Three people called out sick, even Pietro was taking orders. I think I could eat a whole pizza by myself.”

“Your wish is my command.” He eases your bag from your shoulder, takes your coat, and then pats your butt in the direction of the bedroom. “Get cozy, okay?” Steve chuckles as you shuffle away to do as he says, disappearing into the comfy space to find the pajamas he had laid out on the bed after doing laundry.

“How was your day, baby?” you call.

“Boring,” he replies, typing your favorite pizza order into the delivery app. “Missed you. Did laundry. Not much going on (as far as potential fieldwork) so I caught up on some paperwork.” He’s been home for longer stretches, lately, which he has enjoyed immensely, especially because he can do the frankly outrageous amount of paperwork SHIELD sends over from the comfort of your sofa, while letting daytime tv drown the street sounds outside.

“You do a lot of paperwork for being America’s Ass.”

Steve laughs. “Excuse me, this ass belongs to you.”

“Lucky me.” You lean against the doorway. When Steve glances at you, your eyes are shining with unspent tears. He confirms the food order and tosses his phone onto the sofa. He takes his time meeting you at the threshold, but he can’t help brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“What’s got you so sad?”

“Steve–will you be brutally honest with me?” your voice breaks, and you curl your fingers into the front of his t-shirt.

“I don’t know about ‘brutal,’ dove, but I’ll give it my best shot.”

“Am I being unreasonable? I feel like the girl who cried wolf. All my coworkers seem to agree with me, but I’m the only person willing to say something–it makes me feel like I’m overreacting, but I can’t get strung along anymore.”

“You’re in the right,” he soothes. “Do you wanna sit on the sofa? You’ve been upright all day.”

“I don’t know if my knees bend.”

“I can help.” Steve loops an arm behind your knees and lifts you. You pretend to be aghast that he would do such a thing, but you kiss his cheek. He sits down, keeping both arms wrapped around your waist. “Let me ask you a question. Yeah?”

You snuggle against his chest and nod. “Shoot.”

“What’s the worst that can happen if you quit?”

“Well… Can’t afford my half of rent, for one thing–”

“Money aside.”

“I can’t not think about money. When you grow up without it, it’s everything.”

Steve nods. He does know a thing or two about that. “Okay. You’re right. You have concerns about paying your bills, it’s a legitimate worry. What else?”

“Who’s gonna speak up if I’m not there?”

“Dove, somebody is gonna have to find their voice. It can’t be up to you to save the place.”

“...says Captain America,” you snort.

“I have a team. It’s not my sole responsibility, and I couldn’t do it if I didn’t surround myself with people who put in equal effort. Right? I’m hard to kill, but I don’t fly. I’m bad with computers, never shot an arrow in my life, and when I get angry, I just get flushed.” You giggle at that. “But you’re carrying the worries of every person you work with. It’s unsustainable. You said it yourself–it’s too much.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But we’ve all gotten so close dealing with this bullshit.”

“Are you worried they won’t talk to you if you leave?”

“I guess I am.”

“Don’t think that’s likely; for one thing, Wanda would kill you if you didn’t go to the farmer’s market with her on Tuesdays.”

You smile. “True.”

“And we can still go there for drinks anytime you want. But not pizza–”

“Because it’s not ‘real New York pie’, yeah yeah,” you parrot the phrase he’s said to you a million times. “Where did you order from, by the way?”

“Sweetheart,” he scoffs, “the only place in the city.”

You snort. “You’re such a snob.”

“What’s the worst that will happen if you stay?”

“I’ll have a mental breakdown. I was… researching outpatient programs the other night when you found me out here super late.”

Steve kisses your forehead like he might soothe all the pain from your mind. “Oh, dove. You can’t live like this.”

“I don’t know how to leave! I have to find something else first, or it doesn’t make sense–and do you know how hard it is to find a job in this fucking economy?” You swipe your hands under your eyes furiously.

“Or–no, listen.” He kisses you, leveling his eyes with yours. You nod, but tears stream down your face. “Or… you put in your two weeks. We take a month to get you rested up. Go to a Yankees game or two. And then you can choose something which isn’t gonna drain the life out of you.”

“I don’t have enough saved up.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you covered.”

“No, Steven–”

He tips your chin up. “Stop. I’m not keeping score, here. You’re my girl, this is what people do when they have a life together.”

You hug him so tight. “You’re sure.”

He wraps you in his arms. “Yes. And… if you realize what would make you the most happy is to sit on the balcony and paint neon cityscapes, while drinking Celestial Seasonings tea out of business, then I support you.”

“Nooo–I’m not gonna sit around while you have to do the work to pay for our life!”

“You contribute in other ways. I’d kill every plant in this place if it weren’t for you.”

“What would America say if they knew you fell for a plant lady?”

“I am asked about you in every interview, and have been since you came to the Smithsonian opening with me. I think America’s in love with you, too.”

“Awe,” you grin, pressing your fingers into his scalp with a loving scritch. “I don’t think I can make a decision tonight.”

“Perfectly reasonable. No rush. You want a bath?”

You appear genuinely conflicted for choice. “But… pizza.”

“Bath-pizza?”

You narrow your eyes. “I can’t decide if you’re brilliant or not.”

“One way to find out.” He kisses your temple. “Hey.”

“Hm?”

“I’m so sorry it’s been bad for this long. It’s terrible, and you don’t deserve it.”

You bite your lip. “Thank you, baby.”

“Why are you thanking me, huh? I’m right.” When he grins, you kiss him in annoyance. He loves when you do that, like you can’t let him get another word out so you seal his mouth with yours. What a punishment.

He carries you into the washroom and sets you on the counter, promptly handing you a sheet mask from your basket, and holding up two different bags of scented bath salts for you to pick between. You point, and he nods approvingly. He starts the bath water, and the buzzer sounds.

“Dinner!” You sprint for the button, but he’s faster; Steve catches your hips and slides between you and the front door.

“Get your butt in the bathtub, ma’am. Or I won’t hand-feed you pepperonis like a princess.”

“I missed the part where that was on offer,” you cackle. “But if I go get it, I’ll be able to eat all the olives off the top by the time I get back, so you won’t be disgusted by my taste in toppings.”

“You don’t know what I ordered. Maybe I got Canadian bacon.”

“I think that’s considered treason.”

“Get!” He spins you around and presses the button beside the door for the intercom. “Hi, if you wait inside I’ll bring you some cash.”

“Cool, thanks man!” The delivery driver is in for a great surprise.

Steve kisses the curve of your neck. “If you’re not up to your eyeballs in bubbles when I get back, I’m gonna eat all your olives myself.”

“Big talk from someone allergic to them.”

“Don’t push me.” He nips your earlobe, making you yelp.

“Fine! Be nice to me! See if I care.” You stick your tongue out at him, and leap away when he attempts to pinch your ass in retaliation. He can’t help the full-hearted laugh when you peek at him around the doorway innocently. “Just checking!” you coo.

–

If anyone knew Captain America sat on his washroom floor, feeding his girlfriend a pizza he is most definitely allergic to, they’d probably believe it. Steve is nothing if not predictable, but he doesn’t mind being known for something he takes great pride in. A lot of what he does is duty, but bringing a smile to your face and easing your burden is something which brings him inordinate joy. You make all that pressure go away. With you, he is just a native New Yorker with strong opinions about crust style, who kills plants with almost impressive frequency and overtips delivery drivers by hundreds of dollars. So–not ordinary, but he doesn’t have to pretend on days he is down, if he wakes up next to your sweet face. But when you are hurting, he hurts by proxy.

That night, he makes sure you have all the pizza you want (pepperoni by pepperoni, being very careful to avoid the olives and washing his hands thoroughly), while you slowly turn into a prune. Once you are tucked into bed and softly snoring, he eats his own pie sitting on the floor in the hallway outside your shared bedroom, and he ponders something he hasn’t thought about in a long time:

What if he retires?

Sometimes when you wake up and can't fall back asleep, he rubs your back and tells you hypotheticals about a little cottage in the woods with a big garden, where you wouldn’t have to do anything but figure out how many carrots to use for dinner and get good at knitting. It always puts you right to sleep with a smile. Why does it have to be a pipe dream?

When he crawls into bed beside you, and your eyes open a bit, he kisses your brow.

“Hi,” you murmur against his chest.

“Hello. You okay?”

“Mmm.” You loop your arm under his so you can pull him even closer. Steve slips his legs between yours. “You’re very comforting.”

“Yeah?” He smiles against your hair.

“Yep. Never make me question lovin’ me.”

“Sleep, sweetheart. ‘M not going anywhere.”

You smash your cheek into his skin and you’re quiet for a minute. He almost misses your little declaration. “Gonna quit.”

“When?”

“T’morrow.”

“I’ll pick you up from work on the bike. Go out in style?”

You lift your head up enough to give him a blissful, sleepy smile. “Yes please.”

He presses his lips over yours gently. “I’ll be there.”

“Come in uniform?”

“You really want them to feel bad,” he chuckles.

“Nah. I just like lookin’ at ya in spandex.”

“You can have that anytime.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Sure. If you want.”

You return his gentle kiss. “Love you.”

“I love you, too, dove.”

Now, he has to find a cottage for the sweetest woman he’s ever known. Because you only make decisions like this when you’ve weighed all your options, and he wants to give you a more attractive alternative than another dead end job. Something to keep the sunshine in your cheeks, where you don’t spend a portion of your life worrying about him coming home safe.

Sam’s ready for the shield. You’re ready to quit your job. It’s time for Steve to make the call about his future, too… where he can put you in a bubble bath every night, and maybe join you, just because. The best possible life for his dove.

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